Post another day. 2804 this year feels like a Friday. :(

I'm seventeen, not eighteen. I was born in 1991, why won't you believe me.

The cursor blinked for 20mins before I realised I don't feel like blogging today. But Laimeng wants to read something on my blog. She wants me to thank her. I will lah, tomorrow or something. But for today's sake, hello Laimeng. Lawl meh lawl meh lawl meh lawl meh.

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Laimeng is super retarded. Like really really super retarded. She's a mei liang xin de.

MY COM'S CALENDER IS BACK TO 2008!!!!! :D :D :D :D :D

Gosh, I'm retarded. How can such a small thing make me so happy. ._.

MSN MESSENGER! :D

8:26:00 PM because I say so

Hello.

Last night Sokmui, Priscilla, Naomi and I had a 3-hour dinner at Cafe Cartel, Marina Square. The original purpose was to celebrate my birthday, but there wasn't cheesy birthday cakes or loud birthday songs. We just sat there, shared a pork rib, chicken and fish combo, soup and the free flow of bread. And we talked so much I have a sore throat now. It was my idea of fun, I don't really believe it myself either.

And because "MG, after so long, I finally finished your present. You better write a long long long blog post and thank me in front of the whole world. :D" (from Priscilla's blog), I'm typing a long long long blog post now to thank her in front of the whole world.

So hello whole world, guess what Priscilla made me for my birthday?

Ogay when I first read her blog post, I guessed what it was already because I made something like that before too, but her extent is about 4 times what I did. She made a 240-page yearbook for me. I almost cried. Joking.



This is the cover of the book. No she didn't draw the bears. But I thought it was a cute cover, and now I can count bears when I can't get to sleep (rare but happens).



Author's note, lol.





"She stands at somewhere near 2 metres if you round off to the nearest metre." HAHA.







Spongebob! :)































The story of Pimbae and Zimbae started when Priscilla and I were really bored during Sec4 English banded class. So we started a puppet show with our fingers. Mine is called Zimbae and hers is Pimbae. The puppet story is retarded, but we went round parading it anyway. In case you're wondering, I drew that neoprints ^ in Sec4, during English class to keep myself from falling asleep.







Gosh. How can Sandy look SO good in these photos.





:)







I didn't think she'll keep these lol.





That timetable thinger was done (again) during English class. I'm in the same class as her only during English in Sec3 and 4.





That was a blog post on I-don't-know-when talking about Spiky's incorrigible Chinese.



HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA. FORMATION OF HEADLANDS AND BAYS FIONA. LAWL.







YEP YEP YEP SEE THAT NUTRITEA PHOTO? That's Nutritea's Chrysanthemum with Wolfberry tea! :D :D :D :D





:D









Lawl I haven't seen Layjia since forever. Ogay actually no. It's only been two months plus. The last time I saw her we played Mahjong and she watched us cook mee sua for Kakei. Lol.



Ogay this one really never seen since forever. The last time I saw him was probably Sec4. Or maybe J1 when he was selling biscuits in Woodlands.



I see him everyday. It's not a good thing. And birthday wishes aren't meant for good comments. But still, I'll be nice and not correct his English for the next two days. :)



He lives opposite me, but I haven't seen him since forever too. Unless you count those times I can vaguely see his shape across my block in his house. And no, I don't remember what's "I'm your older brother on even months". ._. Nevermind.



Ghosts have a weird way of interpreting birthday wishes. His sounds really like "a good comment".



HAHAHA. GUESS WHOSE BIRTHDAY WISH!



LOL. :D



JENNA. :D I'm in the same school as her now but I hardly see her around too. Aw.



:) Sheryl is Chem god. (28/30 for Organic chem test. MY INSPIRATION.)



Haven't seen Huizhen since forever too.



Geads are stupid. What sort of birthday wish is that.



Salt monster. Seeing her soon (like tomorrow or the day after tomorrow). Ha. :D



LOL? ._. Hahahaha.





Celestine tried to draw me! :D She's a very very uber cute Primary 3 girl, Priscilla's sister. :D







Awwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww. Melts.






So touched I feel molested. :')

By the way, that's not all of the book because like I said and you didn't listen, it's 240 pages and you'll die scrolling.

I hope this entry is long long long enough to thank Priscilla in front of the whole world.

:)

3:53:00 PM because I say so

Today is the last time for SPA in probably my entire life. From today onwards, I won't be doing anymore Science experiments or writing experiments nomore nomore nomore nomore.

So today we had Physics SPA skill A and I thought I did pretty well because despite the teacher saying we won't have enough time, I had too much time left over because I wrote as fast as possible. And so I went on to write 5 points for those where 4 is needed, and write 4 points for those where 3 is needed and yada yada. And then I was very yaya papaya because I was at Safety Precautions when Peter was still drawing his experimental set-up.

And after the test, I was still very yaya papaya, until Yixin mentioned something about thermistor having lower resistance at high temperatures and I went HUH NO, thermistor will have high resistance at high temperatures. Then I stunned for 2.3 seconds when I suddenly remembered something about high low high low thinger we learned in Sec 4. Then we went to ask HongjiemeixXxXxXxXxX and he confirmed thermistors have low resistance at high temperatures.

Which means, all my four factors are wrong. Ogay no, the factors are correct, but all the relationship is wrong. The circuit is wrong. No matter I wrote more points, since they're wrong anyway.

And I still so yaya papaya ten minutes ago. D:

But then the question got write thermistor (whose characteristics are unknown). It means we don't know the resistance lah. But maybe a thermistor with unknown characteristics can be a special special type of thermistor. :D HA I WISH.

Anyway, I've decided if I pass the Quantum we took on Monday, I'll study hard for Physics because there's still hope (as long as Peter doesn't sit beside me)! :)


















































































Nice scrolling! :D Viwawa!

1:59:00 PM because I say so

The other night I couldn't sleep because my mind was filled with crazy thoughts about ourselves not being in control of our own thoughts. Has that ever crossed your mind?

It started because I was thinking about the James Bulger thing we had to present for GP lesson (some 4 year old little boy got tortured and killed brutally, in the hands of a twelve and a thirteen year old). And one of the arguments is that the two teenage boys came from broken families, one of them had his father beating the mother up, and the brothers beating each other as a mark of authority. The whole story is pretty upsetting, especially the details of how they tortured James and yada yada.

Anyway, so the argument is that the family backgrounds of the boys caused their violence tendencies, and so in a way, they're victims of themselves since they did not know what they did was wrong. So I started thinking, if the environment can influence our thoughts and therefore our behaviour, isn't it scary to think everything we think and therefore everything we do now aren't actually what we are thinking and doing, but a result of everything that happened to us in the past? That in a way, whatever we think is a result of something we had not caused? And that therefore in a way, we aren't controlling our own thoughts?

And then I went on to think about the real power of our minds. And all those instances when something I was thinking about really happened, like those times when I imagined you-know-who appearing along the corridor and catching my barney red shoes and she really appeared. And that time when I was looking out of the window and imagining myself falling over and screaming, and then my mother came running out of the kitchen asking what happened. I didn't actually scream, I just imagined it. And no, I didn't scream without myself realising because my brother was at home and he heard zeroth noise.

Then I shudder to think some of these thoughts just come. You know, you don't really choose what you want to think. You can't. Even those times when you say, think of the good things, look on the bright side, you can't do so without thinking what are the bad stuff not to think about first. You can't not think of something without thinking about it first, get it?

And if we were all born humans alike, why is it that everyone's characters differ? Are we really born like that? Or did the environment make us what we are today? If two people do the exact same thing, see the exact same things, hear the exact same words, go through the exact same scenarios, at every exact same moment for their whole lives up till now, will they end up exactly like each other?

Can anyone be born purely evil?

Can you control what you're thinking? Are you sure you're the one controlling?

I spent two and a half hours in bed that night thinking about whether it's me that's really thinking.

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At 5.40pm on a Friday evening, only 7 people are online.

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Today on my journey from the side gate to the canteen (I take fifteen minutes to walk that short distance every morning because of the mega mega dread for school), I was counting the discrete number of things that went through my mind. There was a construction crane, graphic calculator, PE shirt, white lines on red background, a car plate, wanton mee, bubble tea shop uncle, a crescent moon, and many many more which I can't remember already. I lost count at 54 or 56. Then I felt my head burning like it can cook three eggs. So I tried to stop thinking, but it's impossible because even thinking nothing IS thinking.

I hate my brain. I'm envious of people like Jiahao. With the huge head and minute brain, his brain density must be really really low. D:

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There are things I wanted to say, but just realised I can't.

Today is an emo Friday. Like all Fridays are.

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Sing me songs that don't matter
watch only white birds fly
read me the ending of a novel
tell me everything is going to be alright

I hate it when I realise what I thought wasn't what it was. Especially when I was so sure of myself.

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Dash dash dash -----------------------------

5:25:00 PM because I say so

Picture a Venn diagram with two cells, the future and the past.
Where the two intersect is the present, and that's where we live.
Without the past, we would have no future; we would be trapped in a dimensionless present, a null set.
We live because we tell stories about what has been, and dream of what will come.
The present-tense self has no identity of its own,
it's just a bitty band of flesh between memory and anticipation,
and each of us converses with many pasts,
and when we're history, just ink on paper,
we will converse with many future ones.

Last night I couldn't sleep at 9pm at night. Watched Day of the Dead on DVD (pirated of course, it's not even screened in Singapore yet). It was freaky but I'm so sensitised I don't feel a thing when the leads cut the cute zombies' heads off. I think Laimeng will die screaming if she watches it.

So anyway, at 9pm I started watching the show and at 9.10pm I felt sleepy. Not because the show is boring, it's quite exciting lah. I continued watching the show with my brother because I was eating Doritos and drinking Meiji milk. At a particular part of the show where some random zombie suddenly jumps out and say Boo (okay something along that line), my brother got a mini-scare. Thing is, his mini-scare had mega-actions. So he jolted pretty badly, knocked the table, which knocked my chair, and I knocked over my Meiji milk. D:

And then I turned to glare at him, and he responded by saying HAHA. WHAT BARNEY. >:(

I didn't cry over the spilled milk. Didn't clean the floor either because it's him who knocked the table which knocked the chair which knocked my Meiji milk over. Ha.

By the way, I finished Half Life last night, finally and I still think it's a great book that gives people headaches. There was this really interesting part about One and a Half, who's actually a real person, dead and his skull, or skulls (you'll see why) resides in the real Hunterian museum. He was born with another small head on top of his head, and that head never opened its/his (?) eyes or talked.

And then this Song of One and a Half gave me nightmares repeatedly for the past week. I hope it gives you nightmares too. :D

Song of One and a Half

Some people are born with too little,
Some people are born with too much.
At the College of Surgeons Museum in London
You can behold many such.
There's a boy who was born with no fingers,
And a girl who was born with a beak,
And a boy with a head on top of his head
Like the crown of the king of the freaks.

The duplicate head was much smaller,
And stiff as a porcelain doll;
The delicate mouth only opened to drool
And the eyes never opened at all.
His mother decided to keep him
See what kind of luck he might bring
And as he was falling asleep every night
This is the song she would sing.

Well it's under the blanket with you, my dear
And it's under the blanket you'll stay
The world's already so ugly, dear
So we'll hide your face away, away
We'll hide your face away.

One and a Half's what she named him
And she gave him a box for a crib.
The only possessions he had in this world
Were a short piece of string and a bib.
She covered the box with a blanket
Which she would remove for a fee
And once in the morning and once before bed
She fed him on gruel and tea.

The boy loved the smell of his mother
And the tread of her two horny feet
Sometimes she blew him her cigarette smoke
As a rare and particular treat
The crack of her ankles was music
The sound of her farts was a bell
Except for the roaches that lived in his bed
There was no one he loved quite so well.

When the blanket came off with a flourish
She taught him to lower his eyes
So he lay in his bed and was looked at instead
And he basked in their fear and surprise
Not the one pair of eyes nor the other
Returned the inquisitive stares
Then the blanket came down and with barely a sound
He whistled the following air:

Well it's under the blanket with you, my dear
And it's under the blanket you'll stay
The world's already so ugly, dear
So we'll hide your face away, away
We'll hide your face away.

One day a viper discovered
A good place to hide from the sun
He slid in the crib so neat and so quick
The roaches did not even run
The boy was so happy to see him
He patted the snake on the head
The viper, surprised, sank its teeth in his thigh
And One and a Half was dead.

But the second head's eyes started open
The minute the other one died
And the boy who had never once uttered a word
Opened his mouth and cried
"Mother," he said, "come help me,
"For I have a pain in my head."
His mother strolled over and lifted the cloth
And saw that her firstborn was dead

He was curled like a cat round the viper
His lowered eyelashes at peace
But the head on his head
Lay awake in his stead
And his eyes all around him did feast
She trembled to see those eyes looking
She trembled to hear that mouth speak
"My brother was fond of his mother," he said,
"I'm afraid that my brother was weak."

His gaze was the law and the sentence
Her judgment was sorely beguiled
How sharper, in truth, than a serpent's tooth
Is the gaze of an ungrateful child!
She squeezed herself into the cradle
And gathered the snake to her calf
And the very last thing she heard as she died
Was the Song of One and a Half:

Well it's under the blanket with you, my dear
And it's under the blanket you'll stay
The world's already so ugly, dear
So we'll hide your face away, away
We'll hide your face away.

Now his bones are hung in the museum
With the bones of a myriad more
Who fell with too little, or fell with two much
From the crotches of ladies and whores
A crooked and yellow stick figure
Two skulls eternally wed
Press button at right to turn on the light
The sign by the showcase said.

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8:30:00 AM because I say so

This morning I woke up feeling so tired, and it wasn't like I slept late. I probably slept at 7plus 8pm, after reading 7 pages of Half Life (Yes I haven't finished the book, no time to read. Must finish today cause tomorrow due.) So anyway, this morning I woke up at 5.45am and I had to get out of bed because there's Chem SPA in school at 8am. That's the sad thing about living in Woodlands.

I got out of bed at 5.45am, washed up, bathed, and tried to pack my bag and then suddenly I forgot what I woke up for. So I sat there for 5 minutes thinking what I'm going school for. At first I thought it was training, like 8am at RGPS for the past 3 weeks, so I felt weird in uniform. Then I saw some lingering Chem SPA notes on the table and got enlightened. So I packed those notes, and left the house at 6.20am.

At 6.22am, I stood outside the lifts, waiting. At 6.23am, I realised I forgot to press the button for the lift to come. So I pressed it. When the lift came, I realised I forgot about the friendly with HC after SPA. So I had to go home to get my racket, shoes and shirts.

Finally left home at 6.30am, ran after a bus.

Took 961. Was stoned. Some woman came to check whether we tapped our ez-link cards. I did, but she held on to my card so I began doubting whether I really did. And then she told me I did tap my card, but I also tapped my card to alight already. Then she asked whether I tapped the card at the exiting door. I don't think I did. But I seriously cannot remember (though it was only 3 stops away from the interchange). So I told her I can't remember. And she checked that scanner she was holding, and told me in a matter-of-fact manner that it was just 4 minutes ago. I shrugged and told her I really can't remember. She looked doubtful and then said she'll deduct the fare from my card again. D:

Reached school at 7.25am.

Took the SPA. Was stoned because I had too much time to spare. So I drew Stickmen - Pointless Drawings Part II. But the invigilator made me crush the paper. I still have it though. Lazy to scan. Uber cute. Even more stoned after SPA because the residue in head started shaking around and refused to settle. No I don't know what I'm talking about too.

Went NHSS to play friendly with HCJC. Very stoned. Like mega stoneness. Wasn't really sleepy, just mega stoned.

After that went some random coffeeshop named Random Coffeeshop to eat lunch with Laimeng and Melissa. Ogay fine, there's no such Random Coffeshop. Think it was Kopitiam. Laimeng showed me neoprints of her secondary school life. I died laughing. Hilarious. Funny thing is how funny she looked, even funnier is that she thought she was damn cool. Came to the conclusion that she

1. had no mirrors at home
2. had ghosts as her idols
3. is amazing, I can't believe she survived. She should have been stoned to death. (Like people throw stones at her, not my kind of stoned.)

She says I'm mean. D: But it's really funny. But you won't get to see it because I doubt she can stand anybody else laughing at her after how much I laughed today. Thanks Laimeng, you your past made my day. LAWL.

Came home. Fell dead. Slept till just now.

Somebody's MSN nick had string orch in it. I thought I saw strong ostrich.

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Ogay. Eat my dinner, read Half Life, then sleep.

Bye.

6:59:00 PM because I say so

Sometimes the minute you allow yourself to fall, voluntarily, when you allow yourself to indulge, not holding back, not stopping the fall because you like bruises, when that's what you decide and can't hold against anybody, it's impossible to pause everything and rewind to where you were the minute before. Even though you know everything may not be as pretty a picture as you imagine yourself painting, or you may not be as felicitous as you thought you can be, you still carry on because that's what you want, at that minute when you allow yourself to fall.

If that's impulse, then it's definitely easier to understand than some weird equation we learn about in Physics. Impulse = mass times change in velocity. Did I get it correct?

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Today:

Today is Thursday. It's that same long day with the same Thursday lessons except there wasn't really PE because Mr Tong didn't come and some smiling teacher took over. And so there wasn't the double PE lesson Mr Tong said he'll have with us. Actually there wasn't even single PE lesson because the girls are done with NAPFA so we were allowed to play games. And we chose to play "Pass the Imaginary Parcel" which doesn't really require any physical effort. Yea.

Fell dead during Econs. Couldn't help it. Really tried to keep awake, really really tried. But still fell asleep without myself realising. Felt mega guilty. My Econs teacher is a really nice guy. D:

Tried to revive during Physics afterwards. Not much difference.

I'm awake because I thought I should receive some email about something. Didn't, and can't remember who it should be from and what it is about. I should just go to sleep.

HL milk owns all the vases in the world, with or without flowers. I like HL milk. :D

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Oh well, I tried to draw a flower. D:

9:49:00 PM because I say so

Kids Central cheats little kids because it prints in I Weekly that there's no Spongebob on Sundays but last Sunday I was bored at 11.15am so I turned on the Teevee and watched Kids Central and saw Spongebob, brand new episode that I never watch before somemore, and I probably already missed the first 15mins of the show and if I wasn't bored at 11.15am I would have missed even the last 15mins of the show. Ogay long sentence, LALA SHOOT ME.

Anyway, what I wanted to say was, that episode was about some wishing well that Mr Krabs built to scam money. And Spongebob was hired to collect money at the bottom of the well. So he was down there and when Patrick wanted to make a wish about Spongebob being around to play with him, he lost balance and fell into the well too. So the two of them were in the well and Squidward came along, damn happy that the two idiots will leave him alone. Then he laughed so hard he fell into the well too.

And here's the damn funny part.

Squidward: Get off me! I'm claustrophobic.
Patrick: What's claus-tro-pho-bic?
Spongebob: Oh! It means Squidward is afraid of Santa Claus!
Patrick: REALLY? HO HO HO HO HO HO!
Spongebob: NO PATRICK! Don't do it! Squidward is afraid of Santa Claus!
Patrick: HO HO HO HO HO HO!

HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA.

:)

5:54:00 PM because I say so

十七岁 - 陶喆


她是个十七岁的小女孩

她不知道自己有多可爱

她眼中只有相信和依赖

好象未来就该那么好

让我的心也跟着摇摆


我是个十七岁的小男孩

我不怕面对世界变多快

做过自己觉得好傻的事

那是多么纯真的年代

那是多么纯洁的相爱


不知我怎么变了

不知她怎么变了

我慢慢知道什么叫做忘记

是一种成长也好

是一种悲哀也好

不管我多想留住回忆

它依然随着时光淡去

my love


不再是十七岁的我和你

最好还是想念别再相见

我将永远记得那一段情

就算有一天我们变老

想起彼此还有着微笑


因为我早已变了

因为你早已变了

我也许不会爱上现在的你

是没有缘分也好

是没有感觉也好

不管我多么想念着你

却知道再也无法回到那年纪


因为我早已变了

因为你早已变了

有一天我偶尔再说起了你

是一段往事也好

是一段感情也好

永远将它宝贝在心底

记忆着那时候的我和你

my love

our love

那一段十七岁的爱情

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I'm sad that you don't matter to me anymore.

5:58:00 PM because I say so

HELLO IT'S 10.14PM AND I'M BLOGGING IN CAPS BECAUSE MY EYES ARE HALF CLOSED AND BLOGGING IN CAPS HELP ME READ WHAT I'M TYPING. DOESN'T IT SOUND LIKE I'M SHOUTING? AHH. NAH, I'M KIND OF SLEEPY NOW AND I FORGOT WHAT I CAME ONLINE FOR SO I'M STILL ONLINE SEARCHING FOR THE HOLY REASON WHY I WALKED PAST MY ROOM AND CHOSE TO ON THE COMPUTER. WHY DON'T YOU TELL ME.

ACTUALLY, AS YOU CAN GUESS, THERE'S NOTHING INTERESTING IN LIFE TO BLOG ABOUT BECAUSE WE ALL HAVE SAD LIVES. SO WHEN SUCH INSTANCES OCCUR, I DON'T USUALLY BLOG AND BORE YOU OUT WITH INSIGNIFICANT THINGS LIKE HOW I LIKE RICE AND EGGS. BUT THEN, SOME DLM (DUMB LAI MENG) ASKED ME TO BLOG SO SHE CAN HAVE SOMETHING TO READ. YEA, WHAT A DUMB REASON RIGHT. BUT BEING SUCH A NICE PERSON, I CAN'T SAY NO TO AN ALMOST RETARDED PERSON'S REQUEST. SO I'M BLOGGING HERE, ABOUT NOTHING IN PARTICULAR, UNLESS YOU STILL WANT TO CONTINUE READING ABOUT HOW MUCH I LIKE RICE AND EGGS.

Caps is making me dizzy.

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1.
Today is Friday. EH no. Today is Thursday. Longest day of the week. Ended with a PE lesson with no actual PE. The story is long. Imagine what happened if you want to know.

2.
Priscilla told me for Bio Spa they had to do something to worms. Not one but two. And one of them is those kinda really fat and disgusting one. I freaked out just listening. I'm happy I'm not a Bio student. But still, how can they do this to people. What about those Bio students who are afraid of worms. Will they fail Bio Spa or will they fail Bio Spa.

3.
Yes, my phobia of worms still reign. I will still freak out even at a 2mm worm.

4.
I think all worms are stupid and should just die, then dissolve into nothing (not even the air, I don't want to breathe wormy oxygen) so that I won't have to look at its dead body and freak out still.

5.
I think farmers will hate me because I just wished for earthworms to die.

6.
Today in lecture, I thought I heard Likun say he wants to be a farmer. Sheralyn heard it too.

7.
Binding energy sounds like Barney energy. Proves my point about Physics being Barney.

8.
Hongjie thought Barney is red. I enlightened him that it's purple. Then he insisted that the stomach is red. IT'S FREAKING GREEN. Red and green are very different. I wonder why Hongjie is still alive after crossing so many traffic lights in his life.

9.
I think a country without traffic lights is very exciting. Like Vietnam, you never know when you'll get knocked down by a motorbike. How, exciting.

10.
I've got an exciting joke to tell about The Ugly Barnacle. Once upon a time, there was an ugly barnacle. It was so ugly, so ugly, so ugly that everyone died. The end.

11.
That was a really meaningful joke. Bet none of you caught the hidden meaning.

12.
Fine, there was no hidden meaning.

13.
You can get me Chrysanthemum with Wolfberry tea for my birthday.

14.
Or you can get me ice lollies because I miss ice lollies. I used to eat them under Blk 173 of AMK after my primary school ends. It cost only 20cents per ice lolly.

15.
I miss Kebun Baru. KBPS KBPS we must achieve more Now or Never Now or Never We'll do our best for a better Singapore. OMG I can still remember the Whole school song. :O

16.
I used to have this little clique in P6 of four people and we/other people called us F4. LAWL. I hate F4, as in the real F4 because they're damn guniang and they can't sing.

17.
I miss primary school.

18.
I miss secondary school. ANDERSON.

19.
I like jotter books. You can get my a jotter book for my birthday too. I want the very original kind. The one with really brown paper and no lines.

20.
The grass is always greener on the other side.

21.
But I don't like green grass. I'm not cow.

22.
But still, I want to get to the other side.

23.
Are you that bored to hear me talk about how I don't like green grass.

24.
Don't I make you feel like an idiot every time you read my blog.

25.
Playing Cluedo gives you headaches.

26.
It's 1040pm.

27.
Gosh. That's really really late. It's like YOUR 3am to me.

28.
Bye bye.

10:16:00 PM because I say so

I feel indignant reading Sokmui's post about "where got ppl eat rice with eggs ONLY de?!!!!!!!" and "RICE WITH EGGS ....i tot only kindergarden kids eat that".

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I recall eating the very nice egg at Sharon's house (I stay over so I can eat the egg her somebody cooks for dinner) and they saying why I'm only eating eggs with rice and I said the egg is very nice and they say I'm crazy or something along the line. What's wrong with eating only egg with rice? I like eggs, and I like rice! I'm not joking, I really really like rice. I think rice beats noodles and pasta and fish and chips hands down. Anyway, my point is, I really like the egg Sharon's somebody (I don't know who, her grandmother maybe) cooks because it's really Awesome. That's not really a point worth mentioning but, nevermind.

If you still can't tell, I can't think of anything to blog about other than I like rice and eggs.

Uh.

I think Nutritea's Chrysanthemum with Wolfberry tea is really really nice. Really.

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OGAY I REALLY GOT NOTHING TO BLOG ABOUT.

Oh.

I'm turning 18 in (28-9) days and I'm scared of eighteen years old because it sounds really old. Next year there'll be no more concession and you'll feel your heart breaking everytime you take public transport, ESPECIALLY MRT. And when you live in the "where birds don't lay eggs" (quote Sokmui) place, it's impossible to go anywhere without taking MRT, unless you like taking bus so much you don't mind the one and a half hours in that long moving vehicle.

Plus, when you're eighteen, you can no longer tell people you don't want to take alcohol because you're underaged. People will laugh at you like HAHA WHAT CHICKEN DRINK LAH. Ogay no, I'm just trying to come up with more disadvantages of turning eighteen.

Oh. When you're eighteen, you get to watch M18 movies and that's NOT a advantage because the person tearing your tickets in the cinema will question whether you're really eighteen and ask to see your IC. Which is a really condemning act because it means you look like a kid but you're actually SO old. :(

Plus, the fact that the movie is M18 means it's really gross or bloody. And when you CAN watch these movies, you're more likely to watch them. And these movies desensitize you. Or make you deaf if you watch them with Laimeng. And they make your shirts increase by a size (when you watch with Laimeng). So there, so many disadvantages right. :(

Andddd. When you're 18, it means you're taking A'Levels. Ogay it's not like if your birthday is in December you don't have to. But it just emphasizes the point that you're ONE year older and should be responsible about your own study and yada yada. AH.

And, eighteen has only two syllabus, unlike se-ven-teen. This is a really significant point. No reason.

What's more, when you're eighteen, you no longer have a whole magazine named under your age. HOW SAD IS THAT.

Oh. And when you're eighteen and you're not even 160cm tall, it's a really really sad thing. D: Even sadder if you're a GUY. (TURNS AND LAUGHS AND GEAD)

So, I don't want to turn eighteen. Please light only seventeen candles on the birthday cake because I am turning only seventeen this year. HA.

By the way, 十七岁 by 陶喆 is a really really nice song. I like.

5.30pm. Dinner! :D Bye!

PS: Hello Laimeng, HIRO IS MINE.
PSS: Hello Laimeng, HIRO IS STILL MINE.
PSSS: Hello Laimeng, HIRO WILL ALWAYS BE MINE.
PSSSS: I know you agree with me.
PSSSSS: Aw. Don't deny. ;)

And. Cheer up Woody! Don't look so woody even though you're Woody! Nah, actually I don't even know if he's sad. He just looks sad. It's really alright to call your teacher stupid! Just don't do it again! :D

5:13:00 PM because I say so

I'm in an act-cheem mood.

I came home today after lunching at Coro with the NJbadminton people, after training at RGPS. I ambulated at snail's pace home because I was drained of energy and strength. (Meaning, I crawled home because I was tired.) I alighted at the precise stop but still took an eon to reach home.

Ogay, I'm sick of acting cheem.

Today somebody came up to me and said Hi.

X - I still don't know who is it.
M - Me.

X: Hey, HI!
M: Uh. Hi.
X: What you doing here?
M: Uh. I live here?
X: Really meh? Thought you live Ang Mo Kio?
M: Uh. I moved.
X: When?
M: Uh. A few years ago.
X: Ohh. I see. So you're in Innova now? (I was wearing IJ's PE shirt.)
M: Uh. No.
X: Then?
M: NJ.
X: What's that?
M: National JC.
X: Ohh.
M: ... Uh. Do I know you?
X: HAHA! Okay wait, you're Meigui right?
M: Uh. Yah. You are?
X: Funny lah! Don't act lah, how can you not know me!
M: Uh... I know you?
X: YAH!
M: ... I don't thi... nevermind.
X: You really can't recognise me?
M: No.
X: HAHA! Don't bluff already lah! I can tell you know me!
M: ...
X: Is your phone number still the same?
M: ... Yah.
X: The (chants some number that is not mine)?
M: ... Yah.
X: Oh. Okay.
M: ... Bye?
X: Where are you going?
M: Home?
X: Where do you live?
M: Around here.
X: Where lah?
M: Around here lah.
X: Okok. See you around.

Later I checked to see if I was wearing my name tag. I wasn't. I don't know how he knows my name or how he knows I used to live in Ang Mo Kio. Maybe I were friends with him a long long time ago and somebody stole that part of my memories. He looked like he knows me really well, like he was my best buddy of 10 years or something. So I actually believe maybe I really know him, but the part of brain where he used to store got eaten up by other parts of the brain. Or something. I don't know.

I'm still only half way through Half Life and every 7 pages give me a headache because it gives a new fascinating idea about something fascinating (bo vocab, I want to sleep) so I stopped to try to think about fascinating stuff and got fascinated then when I try to move on I forgot what the story was about so I went back 1 page to re-read the same fascinating idea, and this time another fascinating thought comes to my mind so I stop again to think about the fascinating idea and found other new fascinating stuff that fascinates me so I never really move on from the book.

The book's pretty thick though, half way is a lot actually.

It's always raining around this time, 3pm to 5pm. If rain is a result of gods crying, then I wonder what makes them so sad this time everyday. Maybe they've got a new drama serial showing on Channel For Gods to Watch and that drama is really touching. Maybe they're airing Two Litres of Tears. Maybe three. Ogay ignore me.

Should get some sleep. Good night.

4:02:00 PM because I say so

Today's the wrong day, like most Fridays are. Alighted at the wrong stop (I could alight at 3 stops and walk the same distance, I alighted too early still), practically crawled home, walked so slow it started raining. Rain stopped before I even reached.

._.

Ogay. Photos as promised.

Last Tuesday, we stayed back after school because it was Floorball intra day at 4plus in the afternoon. Tuesdays are early days so we sat at grandstand and stoned till we started rocking. Hence, Meigui rocks. OKAY sorry. We slacked at the grandstand, watched clouds, sang Gagugigupiong and talked so much about nothing in particular. Secondary schools, cheers, this and that.



Pretty sky that day.







This picture looks really cute because it looks like a hole has opened up in the sky and Menos will start coming out from inside there. You'll know what I'm talking about if you Bleach. If you don't, then uh too bad.



Here's Cloud Poodle. Can you see a really cute poodle.



Here's Cloud Poodle 2. This one's not that obvious, it has a really long neck and it looks like it's turning back to look at something.



Here's Poodle 1 and Poodle 2 looking at each other. ADORABLE ISN'T IT.



Can you see a smiley face. (:



(:

When we left, it was near evening time and the view was gorgeous.



How romantic.

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This is Jialin's and mine doodles during Physics tutorial. UGLY STICKMEN. Sheralyn = Jialin by the way.



Oh yes we were bored.



I did NOT draw this. Jialin did. Mdm Khoo insisted on us moving on, wanting us to write something, anything for every single question and not leave blanks. No matter how we tell her we don't know how to do. She drew this out of desperation.

Ogay I'm lazy to post other pictures.

Like really really lazy. I don't feel like moving. Feel like staying really still and hope I turn into stone, or rock, since Meigui rocks.

Tag replies, another time. I'm a rock for now.

Bye world.

8:20:00 PM because I say so

Today is one of those days where you sit around and try not to think of anything important, want to waste the day away talking about things that don't matter, watch time fly, sing songs whose lyrics don't make any sense, try to count stars in the day, but fail because things get into your mind as much as you don't want them to, much as you want to block them out, now isn't this a really long sentence you always loath, too bad for you then.

There wasn't lessons today because it was Campaigning day in NJ and we skipped the talks because it's highly worth skipping. We stayed in class to talk nonsense, watch time fly, sing senseless songs like the gagugigupiong song, tried to count stars in the day. We played cards, and aeroplane chess, chinese checquers (not a typo, it was spelled like that on the board) and we sat around and wasted time because it's a goodday. Till the teacher came in and told us our classroom isn't the hall and took down our names so we're probably down for detention (like some other 19741298641965413 people in the college will be, oh well).

Later in the day, I continued reading Half Life by some Shelly Jackson or Sheily Jackson or something like that. It's an Awesome book that's damn interesting. There was this part saying a human head can stay conscious for 13 seconds after it's decapitated. And that the ancient Chinese at executions cut the criminal's head off, bring it to his body so it can see his own body there, and supposedly feel remorseful for whatever stupid crimes he committed. Then the part on Mike, a chicken which survived four and a half years headless.

Plus, the book uses pretty metaphors that get stuck to your head, like neighbouring moons with diverse orbits.

Actually the whole book is about one of the Siamese twins considering whether or not to cut her other half off because her twin has been in coma for 15 years, and she feels like she's carrying a dead weight around. The way it talks about the whole thing is fascinating, with Venn diagrams and the whole idea of Siamese twins being a result of radioactive explosion. That's why half-life, cute pun isn't it.

Anyway, ideas started getting into my head, and I got confused over nothing (how do you get confused over nothing?) and then I wished I had just stayed in bed and then attend detention anyway.

I don't know why it should matter, why I bother, why it feels like a uh stump. I don't know why I looked at red railings and try to make them green, try to look like I'm not looking, why I can't just sit still and not breathe. I don't know why, when the railings disappeared, I only realised I wasn't breathing when I'm already out of breath.

I don't know why when I walk past you I try to drown you among people. Try to look for green railings among the only red ones instead. Then when I lose sight of everything else, when I thought I saw something green, that says GO instead of STOP, I can't remember what it was I was charging at. And before I can recall, it's red railings everywhere, again.

My. I forgot about the promise about not acting cheem. Please take it I didn't say anything, whether you want to understand it or not.

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Tags >

mel > LOL. You how loud? HAHA. And I don't see what you mean ._. So what if you just realised the tagboard is a Shoutbox?

2359hrs > I didn't make any joke with Mdm Khoo about electrons. ._. She was the one confusing us saying "the electron behaves as a wave when no one's looking but when you're observing it, it behaves like a particle" and expect us to believe it makes sense. ._.

laimeng > I didn't walk off. ._. Is you tui hou. LOL. And I had to walk back to fend zhen zi off you. ._. HA.

fiona > Ogay. Next Monday then! :D Where's NDC?

Plaits (NOT) > I WILL believe it's an April's Fool joke if not because I watched you do the pull-ups myself. And Sheralyn counted together with me so I can't say I don't trust my Maths. :) Fine, reFERee. I'll do corrections 10 times, SP's great student.
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WS > ._. You still blog? Ogay. Are ghosts waves or particles then. ._. Lol. May you be less ghostly everyday.

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I know I said I'll post pictures. Soon larh, when Barney is dead or something. :)

7:19:00 PM because I say so