Hugs and kisses baby. Mostly pictorial and chronological post coming right up. (Lazy readers say "Hooray!") Hongwei's Dumpling blog inspired.



Ay lovey, how did you spend your new year?



Chu Xi - (New Year's Eve)







Left to Right: Stephanie, Rebecca, Jasmine, Shiting, Samuel



Had church before heading over to Ah gong's house and yes, I came into contact with some wonderful new friends. Gotta love what the girls are wearing. As for Samuel, he looked like he popped out from a Qing Dynasty film. That's okay, we still love you.







Left to Right: Rebecca, Jasmine, Shiting, Me, Stephanie



Thanks Samuel for taking the picture :) Your skills are impeccable or we just make the picture look good. Can't see my green top from the picture though. Gosh, is it me or do girls (or "matured" ladies) in church just look more beautiful?


After that, I headed over to Bishan. Geraldine *aherm* left me there to rot by myself. No wonder you're my favourite cousin.


Chu Yi - (Day One of New Year)

(pic coming soon)

Headed over to Lavender where we met the mama's side of the family. Undeniably, this is the side that I feel closer to. So many supportive cousins and relatives. They're ever so sweet and encouraging. Too bad Jasmin's family wasn't there. Wisdom from the elders:


1) Praise the Lord!

2) Engineers built Singapore. - I did learn a lot about engineers and all. Too bad they're a dying breed here. It would suck if we had to import more PRCs when we actually encompass the Singapore brand. Sigh, it's like trying to replace all the hawker centres in Sg with Macs. It just loses the local touch. Made in China? That's everywhere. Made in Singapore? Now that's something you don't see everyday.

3) Poly life is good. You don't need a supposedly fantastic start to be successful in life. Going off the beaten track is stimulating and it doesn't make you lose out if you try your best.

4) I have to fix my finger by attaching a "splinter" to it.

5) Little boys are destructive. My father still loves little kiddies though. Guess he's missing the time when he could baby my brother or me. He still babys my brother though. Everybody go "Awww".


Intellectually stimulating, yes. Boring, slightly.


Chu Er - (Day Two of New Year)


Ladies and gents, I present to you, my cousin. Gosh sometimes I can hardly believe we're related.





Angel





Freak of Nature!


Oh no! She's getting consumed by the mass of hair! Haha yeah, she was just telling me how she feels camera-shy. Picture speaks for itself. She's doing a Romeo to a pair of my Ah Gong's pants.

We have nice cheem English names, but everyone chooses to call us by our sillier pet names. *facepalm* Ping ping! Ah Ping! Bao bao!

Thank God I get called by my Chinese name more often.

Heehee, remembering one of my creepy nightmares... I was washing my face and looking into the mirror. I saw Geraldine in the mirror, screamed and promptly woke up. So now you're the stuff of nightmares.

So much for A1 in O level English. If you're reading this G, get to your compre after you're done with my post. *pauses to stop self from saying anything that will make her ego explode with glee or demoralise her*

Gave my rotting brain a slight workout by picking out the points for her summary and teaching her the basics. (Girl you were supposed to write it down properly, but noooo...)


Don't get mad girl, it's you as you are and I love it. You're everyone's favourite bad girl okay?



Of course, no CNY would be complete without some tots in traditional Chinese costumes.





Left to Right: Sarah/Dionne, Jolin, Dionne/Sarah engaging in CNY bonding


Can't tell them apart, but aren't they cute? Cute as a button baby! Well at least the twins are. Jolin's the most kaypoh, nightmarish little girl ever.
Somebody restrain her. Or give a kick to the pigtails is pretty good too.

Oh and Dionne's named after Celine Dion.





Ain't I a peach?


Pardon the blurriness, but she totally captured the joy of children in that shot. She's practically bubbly with amusement from a very simple game. Darn, nothing makes us grown-ups happy like that.





Nappy time! Spread the love and the drool!


Mmm pics are blurry cuz I was really tired then.


Ladies and gents, I present to you, my brother Lim Yu Cheng in an unglam shot!





Who said I wanted a nit-picking session you chimp!


Haha, he had his finger between his toes before that. Yes, that's Jolin for you, constantly popping out of nowhere. Hmm my bro looks annoyed.


Of course, hanging out with Geraldine is fun since she does have a great fashion sense, perfect for the tropical Singapore climate but very copy-able. Nothing like browsing chick mags with her or talking about clothes and retarded incidents.





Dessert- Fruit cocktail in sweet stuff





It runs in the family





Resemblances?


Facial, yes. Attitude, behaviour-wise... that leaves a lot to be desired. Ah well, it takes all kinds to make the world and the family.



That's all folks. I'm dead tired and Chu San, Si, Wu, Liu will be updated soon enough. Yes, hongbaos and memories coming in everyday.

Labels: Family, on holiday, WhatcausesJoy

Mmmhmm yes I've got a spot-free back. (at least in camera view) Scrubbadubdub!

Happy Chinese New Year my lovely Chinese friends and folks.

Annnd no, no telling me I'm not Chinese enough. I've got the blood of ol' China and Singapore running through my veins all right.

Have fun with the hong baos! I'll be updating when Blogger's fixed.

Labels: WhatcausesJoy

To Sec 4 grads, pretty sure you've been flooded with poly ad mails.

Heh, and somehow, on every issue and/or cover, there's always a cheerleader in all her short-skirt, midriff, pom-pom exposing glory. Mmm, people who create those ads sure know how to market.

Come to X Poly and you get a once-in-a-lifetime-never-seen-in-secondary-school chance to look at preppy girls in tiny outfits very happy that you're looking at them.

Okayokay, anyway, the results have been getting me down. When I think of it, I experience physical side effects like a funny tummy and loss of appetite. No nightmares, my brain only chooses to dream about irrelevant things.

Besides the fact that I'm itching all over from a sunburn and apparently no bath, I'm just glad that I'm able to wake up on Sundays at 7.30-40. Strangely how on every other day I'll make animal noises if I'm woken up before I choose to wake up, which can range from 8 (rarely) to 12.3o AM.

So there's nothing like welcoming the new year by going to church regularly and exploring YMM and the lovely people (one of whom enjoys ties adorned with adorable porcupines), oooh and taking the first steps to spiritual growth.

Reminders...

If logistics, Pastor Tim and God allows, the lovely Aunty Michelle will be my mentor after the seminar, then we'll do basic Bible and navigational study and I'll be plopped into a cell group. Apparently, I'm s'posed to move on from there alone since I'll have the basic skills and then comes everything else I'm supposed to do.

Okay, dinner! Update about today's, interesting service later.

Labels: Pondering, To-do list, WhatcausesJoy

I'm very tired, but very satisfied.

Somebody please nag me, force me, pull me along to get my lazy ass off anything that is comfortable and into a swimming pool. Hate the running track. Bleargh. Bite me.

Which reminds me, have yet to learn to cycle. Did you know that cycling causes.... nevermind.

Or, you can pay me to clean your house.

One whole day of candy, junk food and fizzy drinks makes me really sick. Ughh, never want to see another chocolate, candy, ice cream, pepsi, sprite, whatever for another week. Or KFC and pizza.

Well, walked it off at the fabulous new Jurong Point and did minimal vacuuming and window cleaning. Still feel flabby though. It's time I started doing a bit of exercise everyday.

Let's see, headed over to HuiJuan's love-rly new house! Mmm, housewarming, chatting, laughing, pigging out, getting lost and watching Survivor and Just for Laughs.

Oh, and did I mention our good friend Mr Ng was there? :) Wonder why he wasn't there yesterday with the other CO girls. Anyway, no matter how strange it is, still is nice to see him again. For those of you still in school, don't look at me like that. I miss my teachers, it's not my fault I finished O levels.

HEHE.

Anyway, we all do miss each other. Big love. Of course, I won't miss some things and some people, I mean erm, some things. Big smiles.

Exploded with fun. Darn, I should always watch Survivor with the correct people. Snide remarks, laughing at stupidity and cheering for half naked guys that look hot from different angles (that's just Mythili) and physics teachers rooting for 57 year old physics teachers.

Lovely. The Bob guy looks like this nerdy ol' skinny guy wearing a bow tie, and he wins all 4 challenges. Ah, where is the world coming to?

Apparently, professional gamers aren't as pro as physics teachers when it comes to tricking each other. Don't underestimate them ya'll.

I like the Bob guy. He defies the odds, though I wish he would stop the stereotypical look of stuffy teachers. Pretend that your physics teacher rocking more than Olympic champions, pin-up models and professional gamers in Survivor challenges.

Anyway, we all caught up with each other. Of course, after a lot of walking, getting lost, confusing directions, screaming and head-smacking and "why didn't you just tell me your block was red, white and yellow?!!".

Then, we headed over to revamped JP. Now it kicks the ass of all the other malls. It's beeeeeautiful. Ooh and the shoes. SHOES! Of course, lovely shops. A little too tired to relate what happened there, gotta see it for yourself. Ran into Alvin at JP. Not exactly, ran, but oh well. So i see yo' sister's all grown up.

A shop called Skinfood? Yum! Won't be reviewing the shops today I guess.

Planned out my next week already and so far, this has been the slackiest week, but a welcome change from the last.

Plus, I have a tutoring job now. With my brother.

It's a lot more acrobatics than you think okay. 10 dollars for 2 hours? I have to relearn my grammar rules (it's one thing about knowing your English, and another thing about STUDYING english, then teaching it), make it relevant to the brother, and explain it in a primary school manner. Uhhuh, well I am proud of myself of figuring some things out. Go corny! Haven't lost it yet.

When my brother gets all hyper or emo (I swear he acts like he's on his period), that's the worse part.

mmmm, did I mention mua got a part in a video for Stephanie's (K's) client? Yeah baby, 80 dollars at the end of the day! the 4 out of 15 that wuz chosen! Ho yeah! All black. Gotta love being paid to act! Getting paid to do something you like is definitely better than getting screwed by what you sign and a job agency and standing at the cashier getting yelled at by customers and managers. I'd rather have the director yell at me.

Week 1 was full of Stephanie and eventful. Many firsts and celebrations, and getting things done.

Week 2 was full of job hunting, sleepover and slacking.

Week 3 was full of cashiering, going to Fairprice and quitting. Lovely.

Week 4 was full of slacking, going out and tutoring. Real money after so long, and I did get some things done. And a new arrival.

Time flies. It's been 4 weeks already?! Awwwwwww.... Doing whatever you want, doing whatever it takes to earn money, doing whatever it takes to get out of trouble... ahhh... in fact, the only thing I haven't done is prob just altering my new jeans, exercise and spend money on clothes (my own money). Of course, hanging out with some wonderful people, which I have to do more than once. A pretty green top and black jeans.

Next week would be just as eventful. As promised. For now, I have to get rid of my streak of slight insomnia. Any suggestions? Preferably not warm milk, it makes me sick. No medicine, cos I hate it and it feels like artificial sleep.

Labels: What's up or new, WhatcausesJoy

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

I'm at the top of the world but falling off cos my limbs are aching and I'm a tired little corn.

2 nights of uncomfortable sleep (downs of being a girl) and cleaned my room (yes i cleaned it) yesterday and today, total time w/o breaks: 9 hours.

So much dust bunnies and things to be .. well, cleaned, rearranged, thrown out.

I cleaned everything except for the bed on the top (too hard to clean), the staircase storage contents (nobody cleans those) and the wooden drawers (too many things and too disruptive to clean), vacuumed twice and mopped once.

Oh gawsh, I've got to do more superficial cleaning if i want my room dust-free. At least now my room is organised and my clothes are no longer in a mess. I can actually see my staircase. *pats self on the back*

Now that I have less pressing issues to attend to, it's time to kick back more. These past two days have been tiring, but fulfilling.

Definitely a kickstart to exercise, all that stretching to clean hard-to-reach places. Speaking of which, it's time to start *gets lazy ass off couch and whines*

Gosh, everyone's out and about these days. Doncha haveta clean your room or spend family/friend/alone time?

Bought a present today (pointless if you know what is already is) and spent some fun time, very very fun time :) Walk walk West Mall and dropped dead at home.

Been to the hair salon for the first time in my life. So comfy i could've fallen asleep. And yes, I do like the final product. Not much of a drastic change, but definitely an interesting experience and a lighter head. A new long fringe, layered hair and shortened. When I'm ready for a drastic change, then i will be ready, just not now.

How do you tell your mum you like going to the hair salon? And hurt her self-esteem, pride in being able to cut hair and rob her wallet of 12 more dollars.

Ohwell, off to bed and to Stephanie's tomorrow.

Labels: Real Life, What's up or new, WhatcausesJoy

Today was my off day with just lots of time to slack at home.

What I did:

1) Headed over to Steph's to kiap some brekkie and say goodbye.

2) Watched Food Lover's Guide to the Planet. Yum! Go young, new-age French chefs. Expensive gourmet though... I shall live it up in my fantasy or until I get a sponsor.

3) Read Nat Geo mag about Neanderthals (some of which I know) and pretty turqoise chested bee-eaters.

4) Read TODAY. No President has ever been as curious as Obama as been.
You have to go through a series of tests and produce evidence for everything you've done in your entire career to be top dog in his admin. The funny shit was the caption and the cartoon. The dude in the picture does the survey and the speech bubble says: I don't know Joe the Plumber!

5) Knocked out for 2 plus hours from drowsiness.

6) Added and customised my Cbox!

7) Chatted, played Neopets (while the novelty lasts), uploaded pictures to com and photobucket.

8) Folded the clothes and I did it better than my mama (on my to-do list to be helpful around the house)

9) Organised my textbooks, assessments and TYSes from Sec 3 and 4. Threw out all dusty shit that never made sense.

Sadly, I'm not done yet. Sigh, when, oh when will I be done. I hate cleaning things out. So much dust. Tsk! I swear that's the best excuse for a maid.

I have yet to organise it more thoroughly and wipe the bookshelves, then put back what I want, then put the rest in the storeroom. The papers go out to the karang guni.

Helpful mummy did the rest after I was too tired. Gosh, where the hell does she get her energy from, she just organised my brother's school things.

Had a yummy homecooked dinner. 2 failed attempts at making sausages today. Lunch was exam-style. Lazy to cook, lazy to eat. White rice to fill me up. Pulverised some ants, disgusting insects. Do them in with some spray. Watch them wriggle, pulse and ... stop moving. What a glorious sight.

Other than the fact that I have to do cleaning (I'd rather do the dishes), today's a relaxing day. Oh yeah. Nothing too pressing on my mind besides all the dust I have to clean out.

Well, for the more emotional part (it's just me), I get all angsty, angry, frustrated at everything like I'm on one of those days. I speak fast, my heart beats with the stress in my head, I'm snappy, extremely impatient, torn up and all I wanna do is kill some people I don't like.

Oh my.

I suppose it's partly due to my mother's nagging. Now ya'll see why I don't find Mr Lim all that naggy. I got the worst hand.

I hate it when my mama acts like a know-it-all. Of course I know that I don't know my results yet and if I'm going to retake, she just makes it sound like I'm ignorant and NOT LISTENING TO HER. LISTEN WOMAN, THE MORE YOU TELL ME, THE MORE I'M LIKELY TO IGNORE YOU.

Okay drama-mama moment.

She doesn't want me to throw out my things, she wants me to reorganise painstakingly like the past few years of my life, she's acting like gee, for my next exam or working life, I have to write another SEQ essay. What are the odds of that? AND, I can start from scratch. esp if I'm unlikely to rummage through more dust.

I hate dust. I love vacuum cleaners.

And its also partly cos I'm haunted by the future and the past, how infuriating it all was. People don't know how to handle my academic weaknesses and I just get trapped in the terrible never-ending cycle.

No worries. I'll handle whatever comes, and overcome it.

What I want is just a fresh start.

So many dead trees from wasted paper.

It's only a waste if students don't do the work that teachers print for them right?

Not the fact that the teachers care about us enough to give us practice when we need it, right?

You know what?

Why are we given so much holiday homework? I can't remember a single holiday that was a holiday. Such is our society.

We know you care about us and the trees, yes Mr Lim (and Mdm Rani hehe. Huiyi totally hugged a tree), but if u give us so much, we can't finish it cos we're all not the pros or the elite, or just plain muggers (crazy shit), even if we want to, the stress just piles up and it drives us away.

Eventually, it works against you. Students don't care because they feel so pressurised they turn off, and the trees die because of students, and it's our faults. Another expectation to live up to. Hooray.

We love ya'll, we don't care how you're brought up cos we got our fair share of shit too. I do appreciate the work teachers do (have a post on this), but times have changed, move on with the times and different circumstances. And I love trees, mind you.

Well, maybe it's just me alone that's like that.

You can treat me as an isolated case who wants to do well and fit it to the fabric of success.

Pent-up emotions are still with me. Awwwww... gotta find some way to release em'.

At least I'm not living in Seoul, sitting for their CSAT. Life's much worse over there. Poor kids. So much for the Asian models. I do wish to see a shift in attitudes.

:)

Like the bit of wisdom imparted to me today: God gave us contentment in living, not disappointment in trying to live it up. Life's worth should not be priced with anything except life itself.

Just depends on how someone defines life. We all accept simple pleasures deep down though.

My, I tend to get emotional. Time to find a counsellor. A professional one, mind you. Non-professionals haven't been all that successful with me.

Labels: Family, Teen Angst, What's up or new, WhatcausesJoy

Day 2 of Post-Os. Sounds like a cereal.

Woke up with the sniffles and some crankiness. Oooooh it's that time of the month again!

Went to Stephanie's with Sharon. An afternoon of unsatisfactory bei mian, donuts (in many many colours and flavours yum yum yum), chocolate, snacks... which by the way I gotta get Ruffles tomorrow. My favourite potato chip, you're mine! Rufflemania. I like, Doritos, Twisties, Pringles, (hate double decker, corntos is ... blah), Cheezels, but the ridges are all mine! Come to mama!

Well now I'm actually glad that I have less thinking posts, that's why I say I'm a half-thinker, I wouldn't enjoy thinking all the time. The brain has to leave the building ... and when it does ... oh my. And when my brain's doing the thinking, I think i do scare a lot of my friends.

Anyway, back to the day.

I had a scrumptious, weird-interesting-tasting green tea donut, and I can still smell it, a bit of a sugar-frosted jam middle donut from Sharon, and a little of the creamy holeless donut with strawberry icing and white cream.

Then the main attraction, we played Monopoly Global, oh yeah. It isn't as fun when you're losing though, cos it feels like it's money you're losing. The game goes on for hours, no wonder it's a family favourite. To keep the kids occupied until they got so bored they'd rather go to bed. Or when they're losing muahahhaa.

Sharon monopolised the game. Grrr! You never lose your money to 2 people, but 1.

1.

That's painful yo, at least we weren't playing with real money, or monopoly money for that matter. All in credit cards, complete with electronic banking (banker is a little machine), card slots, CARD REJECTION (hehe stephanie arh...), pity discounts, evil laughter, hard thinking, business deals, interest, the updated capitalist world. Where you buy landmarks like Rome, Tokyo, Belgrade (some of mine), New York, Hong Kong, Istanbul (Sharon's), Taipei, Jerusalem, Montreal (Stephanie's). Or power supplies and transportation. Cool shit.

Tiring but fun, and thoroughly amusing. Set us thinking about how unpredictable the business world is, and how I'll end up losing all my properties cos I sucked so bad at monopoly and was unlucky.

No notes that will end up curling up and yellowing were used. Everything in a fancy credit card to be punched in for transactions...

Mine was red, Sharon's was pink and Steph's was yellow.

Ah well, the race for the first bankruptcy was between me and Steph. Fun while it lasted.

Moved on to my house for dinner. It's her first time having a proper dinner at my place. Steph eats everything that I don't. And Sharon eats everything that we do and don't. Don't mess with her, she'll eat you.

All candid moments on pictures up tomorrow!

On a more thoughtful note, instead of getting haunted by my incoming results and doubtful performance, I guess I did do my best, given my circumstances.

Sucks big time, and my h key is getting screwed. Screw you back stupid keyboard. *pout*

Mmm I do want new hair next week, swimming with the cousins (not the fishes), watch Mean Girls with Mythili (never seen it before, feel like such a loser, but Lindsay Lohan's an even bigger whacked up one now)

Gosh I used to like her. What's up with Disney girls becoming skanks or are skanks-to-be? Not worth idolising or even liking. Put on your acting chops girl, I wanna be entertained! And yes, you are an entertainer. Get your game together and stop partying like the whole world's gotta entertain you Lilo. We ain't got time to be lesbian and be ambiguous about whether we're bisexual. Or maybe the rehab's not working. Okay I should stop.)

Christina Aguilera's the only one that's still respectable. *listens to Keeps Getting Better* Even though she got dirrty and is stuck in Britney's shadow, at least she didn't screw up so much. She overcame her hospital and isn't in a mental hospital now. At least now I know that she really is comfortable with her sexuality such that she wants to show you her bits but definitely wasn't marketed as a sex object (by someone else).

We might question her style, obscenity, how her singing is annoying when she screams like her mic's not turned on, or her long or high notes... she's got brains lah. And even if her boobs are like...nevermind. Go scar your eyes with the strangeness if you want to.

Alright enough digressing. Just know I won't like Disney girls (or boys. Zac Efron. You're a pretty boy who can't act, and you're not pretty to me, sadly. Damn you Jonas Brothers. If girls had more taste, or different ones, they wouldn't be grovelling at your feet. Twits. Jonas Brothers so not heartbreaker material. Go home to your mummy you pubescent boys who can't rock and have a terrible band name. Jo Bro? Ju gotta g(r)o(w). I wouldn't watch you anyway.)

I hate pretty boys for that matter. Go pick who you wanna be already. And pretty isn't "handsome" so says the definition of a good-looking guy. On a crappy note, I would die if the guy I'm next to is prettier than me. Oh my I have vanity issues.

Another late night, oh no. I have got to come home earlier. Well, can't be too late tomorrow. Another fun fact: watched Soviet UFO Secrets and Tribe today.

Tomorrow's another day that I'm looking forward to.

Labels: Essence of Sprouting, Friends, Games, What's up or new, WhatcausesJoy

Another turning point, a fork stuck in the road
Time grabs you by the wrist, directs you where to go
So make the best of this test, and don't ask why
It's not a question, but a lesson learned in time


So take the photographs, and still frames in your mind
Hang it on a shelf in good health and good time
Tattoos of memories and dead skin on trial
For what it's worth it was worth all the while


I'll hop into a race car out of the school and wave goodbye to the yellow, orange and orange building (dammit, paint it a different colour!). And i'll wave to the people inside......


"SEE YA SUCKAS!!!!!"


THE O'S HAVE ENDED FOR ME YA'LL.

My entire existence in secondary school has ended, which leaves me great relief. I need a break, a permananent one frm secondary school. Sure the memories are great and all, but the pain of realisation isn't worth going through again. We've learnt what we gotta learn, so let's move on. And if you can help it, be happy about it, of which both i glady oblige.

Oh well, even though I didn't breathe the huge sigh of relief or join in the yays, or laugh at the bio students, I was pretty disappointed with the last paper. God save the corn. Fret fret fret, that's what I did.

Anyway, I'm going to start blogging (hopefully) everyday for my days of freedom. Entertaining, thoughtful quirky banter dished in a lovely accent.

So... no more worrying. I gotta reassure myself that no matter the outcome, there's still a big Plan for me to follow, just that I don't know what it is yet, but I can find out.

And in this span of time, I'll be going on a journey (not to Vietnam), but one of self-discovery, now that I can impart my time fully to what I love. Plus finding out what else I'm good at :)

On the upside, NO MORE JURONG SECONDARY SCHOOL! YES MUAHAHHAAHHAHAHAHAHHA!!!

*pops champagne and bathes in it*

I shall now gloat about how wonderful it is to be O-U-T.

No more stifling shit, no more getting screwed by the same few system and the same old system (even if im gonna get screwed worse, a change is good), freedom from stress of studying, no more juggling things that make my head ache, going out with friends and contacting them so I won't miss them so much, freedom to blog, an open voice to talk talk talk freely without feeling I'm watched by CCTV, all da bitching to be done, ...

no more stresses about getting stepped on, walked over, or people feeling like I'm walking over them, no more of such misunderstandings after I've understood myself more, ...

starting anew, afresh, FRESH AIR, doing what i wanna do, believing in myself that I'm worth more than I step on myself for, so much living to compensate, a REAL HOLIDAY esp after the past 10 years of my life, so much life to live, so much hope and light at the edge of the world,...

an identity, confidence, laughing,...

knowing that I've gained more than the people who have gained short-term, no more shit jobs that don't pay me a single cent but screw me in every way, no more injustice as I know of (in this school lahs), a newer, brighter future to look forward to, long and short term, no more biased crap passed off as excellence,...

Shaking away the chains and escaping unceremoniously,

I feel like Mas Selamat.

Plug your toilets people. I might escape.

Freedom to be as crazy as I want to be.

My library fine of ... 60 cents is settled. -_- I thought it would come up to a few dollars. Sorry yo, Hairil, had I known it was 60cents I wouldn't have insisted you paid one-third of it. Sowie.

Note: Do not take the sentences below too seriously

*drama queen fit*
I shall rip out the little square on my uniform and stomp it flat on the dust! now DIE DIE DIE!!!

Celebrate, tear up your entry proof, burn your books, anyting to celebrate, though today I didn't properly celebrate for the ending of O's.

No regrets.

*flips hair*

*walks away*

Labels: Accomplishments, Essence of Sprouting, Real Life, Secondary School Life, What's up or new, WhatcausesJoy

If the cure for a broken heart is love (so says Shakespeare), then the cure for broken faith is a miracle.

(This will be an egocentric post)

I gotta stop being unconfident. And I need a professional counsellor.

At 2am, before I slept, I decided that what I'm seeing now isn't my true potential. Surely I could do so much more before, why not now? It's amazing how 4 years of secondary school really dragged me down like this, but I won't say it hasn't toughened me up. The O's is just another test I suppose. Wine becomes more valuable as it ages... wish I could say the same about women.

Watched the Proud Family Movie yesterday, haha well, I love Oscar the daddy the most. So unreasonable he's actually funny. A very Will Smith kinda daddy, but a lot snappier. He disallowed his daughter to turn 16 cos she kissed a boy. LOL freaking funny!

Grandma: I'm going to soak in that hot tub until I get all wrinkly.

Oscar: Too late for that mama.

Anyway, I'm going to have to stop this unconfidence from standing between me and a successful life. I can do so much more, and I will. Like Pi says, fear is but an impression. I used to have a lot more drive and motivation... and I did reach heights I didn't think possible.

Therefore, I conclude that I do have strengths besides academics. And that I'm not academically stupid. If I did it before, I can do it again. If I haven't done it, then I can do it too. I know what I'm doing.

Counting the number of "I"s, this post is really... diva-ish. Haha oh well, personal space.

Anyway, on a positive note, I'm really glad to see that EL is getting more recognition, esp after the musical. Well, negative recognition is nothing that we can't handle. Just that I knew that focussing more on the musical would be a long-term bargaining chip, and we got the best drama and debate trainers now. Saved!

Well, just really happy that what the seniors wanted to see (for generations) did happen. Of course it probably comes with catches since it's obvious that they aren't really into cultivating arts for all the authentic glory that it has. More of, I train you, you do propaganda through drama for me. Quite a shame, but it's a start. So be prepared juniors.

Well, I'll be needing work in the holidays, something to keep me occupied and earn my keep! Sounds so...

Haha, anyway, which reminds me it's time to be very good friends with StephK.

Labels: Essence of Sprouting, WhatcausesJoy

You know how you gotta update your look once in a while?

Yup, after my O's im gonna get a new look! Mmm, so I know I'll have a fringe for sure. Completely straight and flat (yup, fringes that pop out don't work for everyone, sure my primary school classmates can vouch for that)

Just cos I looked "cute" then it doesn't mean the look will work for me now okay.. I've erm, grown up. (not a lot)

Not too excited about looking like someone else.

And being told "HEY YOU KNOW ARH YOU LOOK LIKE (fill in the blanks, lols you guys should know lah)."


It's like, why doesn't anyone tell her "YOU KNOW YOU LOOK LIKE CONSTANCE OMG YOU'RE SO LUCKY WHY CAN'T I BE YOU!"

Okok, jkjk. Indulging in my inner diva. If Beyonce's Sasha Fierce, Mariah ey is, well Mariah Carey, hmmm..... Ya, people never look like me. I look like so-and-so.


Yeah!

1)Lady Gaga:

Fringe and retro hair sloping at the ends. 70s glam, 80s vogue? Mhmm, of course in the natural black-brownness of my hair.

Yeah, that's her brand of music. Considerably visual and slightly strange. Like a hammer smashing a huge ice block is "breaking the ice" and having pretend sex with an inflatable float is called "humpback whale".

But her presentation of pop music is interesting though. One of the few dance songs that I actually enjoy. "Just Dance"



2)The latest Christina Aguilera:
http://www.tu.tv/videos/christina-aguilera-vma-2008


Haven't been able to found a still picture, but it's long, layered with a flat fringe. Futuristic technica, cue synchonised dancing and Andy Warhol pop art. Yup, planning to be as colourful and bold as that. Flashlights, silver and black.

Ready to save the world in my new hair.


3)Cleopatra

Halloween might be over, but we all love Cleo anyway. Of course, only a few people can pull off exotica. And I'm doubting I'm one of those people. C'mon, look at that fringe! Risky! Haha, at this rate am I going to layer my hair? Cut yes, layer.. maybe not so much.

Doubt I can do the gold-plated braids though.

That's Elizabeth Taylor as Cleo. Legendary beauty and screen actress.

Hha, what's up with the eye makeup for all 3 candidates anyway? They don't look the same by the way. Getting tired of my Shakira-esque do. Not much a do, but she did have the same hair before.

Shakira

Yup, the closest picture I could find. 1996 Shakira, singer-songwriter, rock more than pop. Yup, latina women change their hair all the time. Authentic stay-true-to-yourself look, anti-mass influence look.

Which I have been sticking to quite some time now.

Maybe ...

Without the purple. Las de la Shakira. (she's the one in black)

Haha well I have been against mass trends though, takes away individuality doesn't it? A stump of ponytail in 2006 is not a ponytail. It's a pathetic excuse for tie-able hair. Sorry, but it is.

Now that people are into long flowing hair, I happen to be chopping it off. Unintentionally though.

Ah well, gotta stick out and be one in a million.

Do post your opinion in the tag box! xD

Labels: Real Life, WhatcausesJoy

Haven't blogged in forever, you should totally understand my schedule and lack of inspiration. Since now I'm darn sick from watching people sing and dance Indian twinkle twinkle little star in the rain, and being revenge-ed upon by my oh-so-wonderful juniors with a lot of water, I couldn't concentrate a lot of work ... just wanted to hibernate all day long. Doesn't anyone feel drowsy?

Lots of things happened, but those can wait. I shall blog about ELDDS camp 08' first.

Ahaha, just a few weeks before camp, I've been poring over that difficult-to-do activity. But everything paid off in the end. But cos of camp, I've been sleeping real late, like 1am-ish for a few days straight. Can't help it if it clashes with musical, SLC and 45th.

The theme of the camp: To Art and To Life. Plus the camp groups: Kameleon, Risata, Attitude, Fiesta, Paraiso. All decided by yours truly. The power rocks, yeah baby! Haha, it's such a pity that most people don't think too much about the theme and the group names, just throw in something crappy and go with the motions of a forced camp, both on campers and instructors.

It's retarded because it's a lot easier to stray from the objectives and directions of camp. Seriously, doesn't anyone feel it should be linked to the outcome of the camp that people want to see? Ya ... crappy names like Power Rangers, Hulk .. haha camp happens so often for councillors I find that they tend to take it for granted. Good thing I don't wear a tie and EL has me. MEMEMEME!

So anyways, shall only post the document done for the camp theme and groups in the next post. To me, it sure is a real honour to decide all this, haha must be cos the other seniors too washed out from other things. Good thing my creativity flow still up to standard.

This is a post from a first-time camp instructor's point of view. The courtroom drama took a lot of effort, and I'm kinda glad things turned out the way it did. It would've been pointless to write out the script for them. Ma'am Clar and I were in-charge of this activity, and it made up the chunk of the drama-debate training portion during camp. Mission Accomplished.

Staying up the late nights, and last-minute preps. So sad, couldn't see them report first thing in the morning. Ahh, remembering the panic mode I was in running around the house at 7am, printing and changing. Nearly late, and Joan gave me a call and she sounded like she was gonna yell at me. Can't help it though .. I was sick. Prob from lack of sleep and how 45th nearly killed me the day before.

Things still went smoothly after the bumps in the morning. Thanks to the prayers and best wishes of very good friends, Clarissa's resourcefulness and my sense of urgency. Instructors can't be late .. so it really wasn't my day when 154 sped past me and I had to wait for 240 before cheonging to school.

It was great to don the black shorts in camp for once in my whole life, okay pathetic but it means a lot to me. And by shorts, I mean ... real short shorts. So stupid ... I think I stood out the most. I must thank you too for the pouch. My pocketfull of sunshine and I loved it.

Pre-camp was horrible and nerve-wrecking though. Think for both instructors and campers, and it sucks to always adhere to the senior-junior relationships with you guys. Haha i know there's lots of questions involved.

OK, time for dinner. FINALLY! DECENT FOOD IN SO LONG!

Labels: CCA, Friends, What's up or new, WhatcausesJoy

MMMM! Omg, a few days of emo-ness and mood swings, then with relatively nothing that interests me enough to eat at home, I finally gave in just now. Ahaha, felt this strange need to eat when I was feelin' blue, then I had some sweet bread. Yep, sweet bread, a whole load of empty carbs. And no, I don't think I have an eating probrem :). I'm just as normal as a girl wanting a bit of chocolate during heartbreak.

Well sweet bread was nicely topped with some sweetness (duh), a bit of sugar on top, and the skin was absolutely fragrant (even though it wasn't piping hot) and a joy to sink your teeth in. But the insides are a bit of a failure, GRR NOT SOFT ENOUGH.

Okay, so... here's my food list for today.

Noon (brunch) - Half a peanut-ish kueh (called mang zang kueh), with one youtiao (otherwise known as deep fried breadstick - doesn't it sound a lot classier like this?)

5plusPM - Spaghetti only a Constance's mum can make. She made thick spag noodle cruchy. Read: Crunchy!!! And I mean it, it's heavenly. Especially when every strand? of noodle is coated with Mushroom pesto sauce from Prego. IT ROCKS MY SOCKS OFF. Plus, Stephanie's having a craving for that too. Mmm, the delightful smell of mushrooms, sweet-sour tomato-ey sauce emanates (literally) from the plate of spaghetti.

In order to achieve that, she boiled the spag first and drained. Then fry the egg, prawns and sotong (otherwise known as squid or a blur person). Then in goes the noodles. And lastly the sauce. In the process the sauce is heated with everything else in the wok (yes a wok for spag adds the chinese touch of crunchiness). So it takes time for spag to absorb all the goodness of the spag, and some skill in turning the noodles. And wallah! I was happy for a few hours. (did i mention my bro kope some from me? GRR!) Ok I'm such a glutton! Oh well, nobody should be denied the simplicities of life.

Ahh, and around 11 plus, my tummy started to growl (so embarassing). Well for one thing, it's been like this for a while when I don't really satiate myself. Cos there isn't much to eat at home, (okay before you scold me), nothing I fancy putting into my mouth.

So in the end, I could only think of food. Well, today was the last straw, couldn't keep up with an empty stomach anymore. Ahaha, and the victims of the manifestation of my food craze in my mind from my tummy, were Stephanie and Hongwei. Since there was nothing on my mind except for food, I made them play this game: Take turns naming food, and see how many yes(s) and no(s), to see who has the most cravings.

I know it's creativity at hunger's turn.

So...

11plus-12plus My sweet mother couldn't stand me being hungry, (nahh she just whipped something up within 10 minutes cos I was at the com. So sweet! OKAY my hunger speaks for me). She made maggie with egg, plus orange juice fresh from the blender. Now I'm really full >.< and I can't go to bed. Oh yeah, had an apple, Calamansi lime juice, Cadbury's roast almond choc in between all that. Plus the sweet bread and a strawberry-and-cream lollipop. Sweetness craving definitely there. Ahhh Im sucha slacker!

So toodles there! Tomorrow I'm going to Mandai, S'pore zoo, armed with a Lumix cam and getting out of bed by 7.15. Think I'll be holding the camera all day long, and then uploading pics. Ah, family outings. Love it when it's all free. Though it's gonna eat up some of my time, I have an Mp3 ready.

So yeah, kids say the darndest things, though they don't really know what they're talking about, they try to squeeze the biggest words they know into simple sentences anyway. Kinda like what we do when we see words like "verbosity" and "perfidious" and "supercalifragilisticexpialidocious" (OMG I GOT IT RIGHT TOO!).

So yeah, while Shawn had something to say about theatres, my brother has something to say too. While wolfing down the grade A maggi noodles (a hungry man thinks everything tastes good), I gave him my musical script.

"What's this?"

"Script. Read the pink lines. Those are mine,"

- fails to read hanyu pinyin correctly - (such inability to read pinyin comes from my mom's side. Surprisingly, my dad and I pwn them both at pinyin, though my mom pwns us all at chinese characters. duh, chinese helicopter mah)

Ahaha, besides feeling very good about myself, my brother had to add in to my confidence. How sweet of him.

"You memorise already? What if you forget?" "Erm ... won't la" "Well, I humiliated myself once in P1. I was the emcee. - glum face - "

Oh really? -recalls what happened-"

He went on stage during some Rulang Primary gala dinner where parents show off their newest brilliantest accessories and their kids' brilliant newest SA results while cajoling the teacher's favour, with another girl classmate. They keep nudging each other and giggling nervously (ahh, kids these days, move onto such complicated relationships so fast. haha no la!). Whispers of "psst psst you first you first exchanged between the two budding first-timer emcees.

Someone gave in.

Then my brother said in a very soft voice "ladies and gentlemen ... "

- nervous giggle - - stare at audience breaking out in cold sweat - OMG so many adults staring at me!

- runs off stage giggling -

There, his first attempt at emcee-ing. I wasn't there to catch his embarassing moment on tape, but I had a feeling my parents were laughing at him, or slapping their foreheads. In one fell swoop, all the performing ability of my family was thrown away. Hopes of possibly another stage talent in the family bye-bye.

All integrity of being a performer and a speaker that I accumulated over the years ... a little 7yearold stripped it all during that few defining seconds(INTEGRITY! DON'T THINK OTHERWISE!). Thank God I wasn't there, Drama Co-ord of JSS ELDDS will mei lian jian ren. I swear if I was there, I would've shouted "I DON'T KNOW THAT KID UP THERE!" and made a dive underneath the table.

"Sooo ... what happened?"

"I was shy - glum-er face - But that was nothing compared to P2. I got a whole script to memorise. So waste time!"

Sweetie, I was memorising full performances at p3, and writing scripts at p4 :). Made some unforgettable friends, so I owe drama a lot. So yeah, this makes me wonder why I'm never picked to do emcee-ing. Lack of charisma? I really don't know, cos the question is, nobody really gave me a good look to assess my abilities at emcee-ing. Oh well, maybe I'm never for introducing plays, but for being in plays?

Well they picked my bro to be emcee cos he's noisy, talkative, 'outgoing', otherwise annoying in class. Who knew he'd be so quiet on stage? Well his tecahers? Certainly not! Anyway, I'm quite frankly the opposite. More withdrawn than him, crazy among my friends, but noisy onstage. Ah this world works in mysterious ways.

Gosh can I sleep on a full stomach? Better than an empty one (woke up with gastric before) ... it shows you're pathetically starving yourself, or just plain lazy to get out of bed for a midnight snack.

Toodles! I'm going to bed now, nighty-night! Tomorrow's a new day where people parade in front of animal enclosures to provide them their daily entertainment, especially when weirdos attempt to speak their language, but oft lost in translation.

So ... this will happen tomorrow:

Bro: Mummy! I can talk to the lion! ROAR!!!!

(Lion shifts on the sunning rock. stretches. yawns. smelly breath. bedtime)

Labels: CCA, Essence of Sprouting, Family, Food, To be a Child, What's up or new, WhatcausesJoy

Labels: Darkness, Essence of Sprouting, Food, Friends, Seeds of Smartness Sown to Show-off, Teen Angst, WhatcausesJoy

Arrr kena tagged again. :p Oh well, anything to do crapping. Sorry, interpersonal relationship understanding. I'll make this as interesting as possible. This one's by Stephanie, gosh the questions are all the same. Oh well, it's about time I make my own quiz with questions that are really hard to answer. This is why you can't put creativity with a laptop.

#1 What is the most important thing in your life?

Hmm ... please refer to the banner on the right => under the column that says "What Matters" thank you very much.

#2 When was the last time you bought something with your own money?

Uhh ... allowance = own money? not parents' money anymore? Following this logic, then I bought lunch with "my own money"

#3 Where do you wish to get married?

Another stressful question. HEH too bad I don't have to worry about this till 10 years from now! I dunchknow. In a church? What if your husband is not Christian? With lots of people? Hmm, no exclusivity? With too little people? Sounds like you don't have enough relatives or friends to attend. On a plane? Someone is bound to get airsick. Underwater? No ... the shark will be the best man, since the best man will get eaten, much to my delight. You see, locations, traditions and practicality are hard to come by. In a ballroom in KL (like my cousin?) Sure when the money is no problem, which is like ... no way. Next qn!

#4 How old do you think you will be permanently owned by your love?

Gosh, the grammar, the sentence structure is killing me! Don't you mean "At what age do you think you will be permanently owned by your love?" Wow, even then the content sounds wrong. It's an invalid question! According to the UN Charter, no one human being can be owned by another! Okay, to not take this literally, who am I to question what is in store for me, so I won't give the standard answer "20 plus lor"

#5 Are you in love?

Wow, this is the most privacy-intruding quiz ever. Well yes I am. What's there not to love? Love is all around us, since it is the driving force for any kind of relationship, and we swim around it, since it's everywhere. So technically, I am in love.

#6 Where was the last restaurant you had dinner?

SAKURA!

#7 Name the latest book you bought?

Hmm, an A4 exercise book, super thick for 4 bucks.
O level chinese oral guide, which I will be forced to read under the most threatening circumstances that is my mother.

#8 Do you prefer your mother or your father?

How dare you ask me to choose between them. Well, i prefer my mum and dad to you, for sure (:

#9 Name a person you really wish to meet in real life?

Hmm, you mean someone that I would probably never meet? Yes, put me on the line with Shakira thank you.

#10 Christina or Britney

I'll take Christina any day! Britney does have some nice tunes, but Christina's singing chops make her one of the best vocalists in the world. Raw talent and not a lot of confusion that fame causes, Christina wins hands down. Raw singing talent, intelligent ideas and the strength to pull through? Brit's coming up, but Christina has gone from crass to class, what's not to like?

#11 Do you even do your own laundry?

Well, yeah. Depends on what kind of laundry.

#12 The most exciting place you want to go to?

Latin America. Mmm, the spice and flavour, plus the all the dramatic-ness that comes along with it.

#13 Hugs or Kisses?

Depends on who gives them actually. For example, I can't decide oh whether I like my cousin's dog's drool all over my cheek and maybe on my lip. Dogs love me. Sometimes, I prefer to give them a cuddle

#14 Point out 5 things about the person who tagged you?

Small, cannot-handle-a-credit-card-for-sure, small, loves Mandopop, small, musically-inclined, small, enthusiastic, small.

#15 8 things I'm passionate about

Art - form of literature, writing, visual(a bit), drama, film, music (yes Anjelica you love me now, don't you?), Expression, Being a good friend/family member/senior/student etc., Sticking by my Jiminy Cricket and what i know is right (:p not a lot of people can do that you know!), Laughing, The little joys (and big) in life, Studying??! (oh crap. I'm lying to myself, sacrifices have to made for o's), Relaxing (sleeping is a joy).

Wow i filled up all 8.

#16 8 things I say too often.

I talk a lot. You sure you wanna know? oh look here's 1, so I'll only have to list 7.

Okay fine, 8 of my sayings:

1. Umm, yeah ... but ... hmm ... maybe ... I have no idea ... you should check with (insert next person's name here)

2. Arrrh? - confused -

3. UGH! - disgusted/pissed -

4. You know ... actually ... (goes into long explanation of how the world began)

5. NOOOOOOOO!!! (dramatic moment)

6. - sighs -

7. - silence - I say a lot with silence. The only audience that hears what I'm saying is me, or anyone observant enough.

8. Oh my God/OMG!

#17 8 books I read recently

1. Amaths Ten-Year Series
2. English Ten-Year Series (NOV)
3. Race Hate
4. Gibson Girls and Suffragists
5. Gender Stereotypes and How They Affect Boys/Girls
6. Self-help book which name I can't remember
7. Accents for Theatre (I laughed at this book, and put it back)
8. Don't Pick On Me

#18 8 songs I can listen to over and over again (YES!) I'll try to list those that i've never talked about (too many to choose from)

1. Nelly Furtado - Turn off the light
2. Britney Spears feat. Madonna - Me against the Music (I'm addicted now, someone help me)
3. MADtv (Nicole Parker?) - James Blunt You're Beautiful Parody
4. t.A.T.u - Beliy Plaschik
5. Avril Lavigne - The Best Damn Thing
6. Kylie Minogue - Red Blooded Woman/In My Arms
7. Lily Allen - Smile
8. Shakira - Dia De Enero

At some point I have been obsessed over these songs :p

#19 8 things I learnt last year

1. Sanity - Some stuff aren't worth sweating over, so i should relax, like that's possible.
2. Academics - How to write an English essay properly (nicely that is) and how you can be a part of your content
3. Art - Being inspired is one of the greatest joys in life (lots of people haven't experienced this)
4. Sound - Good music doesn't necessarily have to be found on the radio
5. Juniors - love em', hate em-, live with them. You can't be so easily pissed with them, you won't last long.
6. Interpersonal relationships - I REALISE that I am able to pick up social cues that they don't want people to find out, read people, and describe to the littlest detail. Oh, awareness.
7. Self - I'm luckier than a lot of people.
8. Life - Life can't wait, too short for regrets. Never let anyone tell you that you can't. I'm more capable than I/other people know.

9. I don't bother to clean up the mess of clothes in my room. It's not worth it sometimes. Clean, and a huge mess if there the next day.

#20 8 people to tag. Hmm, who would be so willing to take this quiz?

Aiya, if you feel like doing just do la. Not gonna force anyone.

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