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[30 Nov 2005|03:07pm] |
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OMG, my sister is the most annoying twit in the world. I was commenting that the mont blanc pen my mum just bought looked a bit fake. She heard me and said that I looked fake. I threw her an incredulous look and almost spitted out fuck you bitch. What utter disrespect! I wasn't even talking to her you know. Fuck you sis, you can rot in hell for all I care (you dickwit!)! (How and when in the world did she learn to use such language!?)
Fuck you. FUCK YOU. FUCK YOU!
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[28 Nov 2005|04:58pm] |
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BLOODY HELL! I'm so dead. I have no IDEA what to put down on that peice of papper! The admission form for Crecsent Girl's waiting list. This is absolutely horrible, this tiny piece of papper... so innocent looking and yet SO NERVE WRECKING! Ahrgh! I'm going utterly balistic. I really dont have many achievements and all that shitymama.
I'm going to die!!
ARGUH!
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| Just remembered something |
[28 Nov 2005|10:35am] |
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My parents are undoutedly pretty anxious for me, why, just yesterday, Mum was calling everyone she knows on their opinion of my secondary school CCA. Can you imagine? A bit paraniod i must say and a particular conversation was held in dad's car between mum, dad and I.
We were driving home from the clinic (mum had some stomach problem) and dad was asking me to join a sports CCA.My memory is abit blur so I might not be all correct...
"You have to join a sports CCA..." dad said
there was a pause (or rather I cant remember what happend next).
"Maybe... I could join track and field?" I said in a very uncharacteristic voice.
Dad made a wheezing noise and said,"Track and feild?! Are you sure? Can you run faster than your friends?"
"Well... not Really, usually when I compete with them I turn out to always be the last.I'm not much of an athelite you know." I said rather tentatively.
At this moment, Mum decided to butt-in "If you alway turn out last then how come you could get a gold for your PFT?"
"I usually compete with people better than me," I said. "and besides, I'm not REALLY going for track and feild, I might be able to join tenis or something..."
"If you're not good at atheltics then you wont be able to get the extra points what." dad said.
"I started this conversation about atheletic because you wanted me to join a sports CCA!"
It was really unfair, I'm really not good at this type of thing and my dad is preasuring me to join it. And when I'm trying to suggest something that I might be able to join, Dad comes and tell me that I wont make it. Of course the conversation didnt quite turn out this way as I type it, it was.... in a more quaint and calm manner.
By the end of this conversation, I could see that Dad was kind of agitated as he slamed the car door quite harshly at the patrol stationn and drove, more quickly than usual, home.I won the conversation, and this time, Dad knew it.
I was quite smug about it you know...
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| None what so ever |
[28 Nov 2005|10:17am] |
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I'v got 231/300 for my PSLE. I'm actually quite contented. I'm still going to aim for Creasent girls nomatter how (almost) impossible it is for me to get in...
Aunty Joanne has lent me her Harry Potter HBP, I read it within 2 days, very proud of myself indeed...
Although the after effect of finishing a perfectly wonderful book and finding yourself with nothing else to read is certainly very dire. (I'm curseing the book for not haveing enough chapters...)
After reading the book I think I'm going to revert back as a Harry/Ginny shipper. After all, I am getting quite bored of D/G. So, hopefully I manage to stumble apon a good fanfiction that would satisfy me. Although reading books are much more pleasurable than reading fanfiction from the screen. I think there is something terribly wrong with my glasses, my eyes seem to hurt alot thease days and I'm haveing slight headaches quite oftenly.
So MAYBE, my degree has lowered itself! Well, opefully anyway. Well, faceing the computer the whole day straining your eyes to read fanfiction is not exaclly a very good thing for eyes.
If I feel up to it today, I might just get my lazy butt off the chair and go to the gym. But there is only a VERY slight chance.So if mum and dad is reading this, dont get so elated quickly.
I guess there is not much to report. Good day!
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| ARGhH |
[17 Nov 2005|01:08pm] |
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School is ending soon, and I'm planning a sleepover party after the PSLE results are released. I'm really not worried though and pretty surprised that I didn't have an exam meltdown like I usually do. Anyway, I'm planning on inviting Xiang Ling, Winnie, Estelle and (maybe) Adeline. We are going to watch comedy movies all day and through the night. Although there are quite a few tiny flaws. Well, one, Estelle, Winnie and Adeline's parents are not really keen on letting them for sleepovers. Two, even if everybody could come, there wouldnt enough space for everyone seeing that my house is so tiny. So, we might move the venue to Winnie's house.
I'm currently hook on this manga called the Mystical Detective Loki. It's really nice, it's about this Nordic God of mischeif Loki. Apparently, his blood brother and king of all gods Odin had banished him from heaven and tacken away all his powers. So now, Loki goes roams around earth purging evil demons and solving mystries to regain his power. Well, horrible sumary but there you go.
There was a bazar yesterday in school and I bought this really groovy ring for 50 cents, although I have to atmit that is was quite cheep (as in cheepstake). Kellie and Xiang Ling wanted it. Haha... After the bazar I also took this really cute stack of stickers and this mind boggleling bow building thing. '-_- Whatever.
Kellie, Rachel and I decided to make some stuff, and sell it at Kellie's apartment. One dollar per card, and then split it 1/3 each. Although there is this nagging feer at the back of my mind that tells me that they are not people that should be trusted, they are, afterall, rather crude and spitefull at times.
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| Bloody hell! |
[07 Nov 2005|02:49pm] |
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I bought a pair of green ear rings from joe's craft, the were bloody expensive. The worse thing is, MY EARS ARE NOT EVEN PEIRCED! I know, I must have been possesed or something. So stupid....
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| ME?! |
[31 Oct 2005|05:50pm] |
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 | You scored as Lord Voldemort. Evil and power hungry, you strike fear into the hearts of all wizard kind.
Lord Voldemort | | 75% | Ron Weasley | | 70% | Ginny Weasley | | 60% | Sirius Black | | 55% | Severus Snape | | 50% | Remus Lupin | | 50% | Albus Dumbledore | | 45% | Draco Malfoy | | 40% | Harry Potter | | 30% | Hermione Granger | | 25% | </td>
Your Harry Potter Alter Ego Is...?
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After reading the results, I was quite shocked and surprised. I mean honestly ME? VOLDERMOURT???? I mean, am I even spelling his name right? I am utterly stunned. This is one of the most inacurate thing I'v EVER seen. Good God! The funniest thing is, next to Voldie, the second one coming up is Ron Weasley. I think that is highly intrigueing, or very stupid (whichever way you like it). Am I really so mean?!
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| Halloween |
[31 Oct 2005|05:29pm] |
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(However you spell that word.) Such a pity that the people here dont celebrate this festival. It seems fun- going to people's homes to collect free candy. If we celebrated stuff like these, think of all the pranks my friends and I would be able to prank! HAHAHAH!! Take that! All you little kiddies, trying to take my candy? NEVER!!! If Kellie were to read this, she would be utterly disgusted. She hates sweets you see (how can anyone hate sweets?!).
So whatever, happy halloween to all those lucky people out there that celebrates this wonderful festival!
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| Go crazy |
[25 Oct 2005|04:32pm] |
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I am about to go crazy. It's like I'm loked up in a very very very stuffy room filled with cotton wool and bounceing ferrets(wink). I am bored out of my wits- someone just kill me already!!!
Suddenly, I really feel like getting into a bikini and jump into the pool just below my balcony.
Lucky for me, I'm going to Malaysia tomorow with my school. I'm not particularly excited about it though, I'm pretty much pessimistic about everything. What happens if we get a really dirty and stuffy bus to get to Malaysia? We'll have to spend hours and hours on end (it's probably a 6h ride) just to get to our hotel to check in. Not only that, we will have to wear tacky T-shirts printed with chickens all over. CHICKENS! CHICKENS!!! Can you fucking believe that? They could have got us to wear different colour themes on each day or something, but noooooooo, they just had to give us ugly T-shirts- and of all things, with chickens printed on it! This is going to be so emmbarrasing.
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| Immunisation |
[24 Oct 2005|02:46pm] |
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It hurt! Today was our the day we got our shots. It hurt the most when they injected the liquid. Currently, the pain has reduced to a dull throb, it was as if there was something wedged inbetween my arm and it rubbing against my muscels every time I move my hand.
There is a girl that takes the same school bus as me, she's about 7 and she is really mean. She has shoulder length, brownish hair and brown eyes as well. She's really cute and pampered beyond means (or so it seems to me). Everyone adores her (well, the lower primary kids, that is.) and enjoys stucking up to her (is that even a word?). It's sickening. Amoung the crew, is my sister. I just don't understand why she enjoys spending time with her even though the girl treats her badly. She once said that she didn't allow my sister to sit next to her because she had bad breath. What a bitch! My sister sat next to her anyway, there were no more seats to sit in the bus. Can you belive the nerve of that fuckwit? Well, nevermind, the point is, the girl is a witch and I do not wish to see my sister associating with her ever again.
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[20 Oct 2005|12:48pm] |
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I found this graphic website. I found the pictures pretty quaint and thought that you would like to visit it if you're bored
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| Retreat centre |
[20 Oct 2005|09:28am] |
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There was a retreat all students had to join in. It was some kind of "belive in yourself, be greatful for all that you hate etc." thing. I found it a great waste of time. Although it was quite funny at certain times. My friends and I had quite a fun time snuggleing in a corner and talk about Potter Puppet Pals. It was all swell and we laughed ever so loudly. The person conducting the retreat heard us and asked if we were talking about boys. We were actually but just not in that context of "he is SOOOO hot" but more like "I am snape the potions master" and pretending to be the puppets them selves. The retreat was done in two days. On day one, we had to seperate into two groups as there was not enough space in the music room. The next day, the retreat was conducted at St. Threasa's church. Or somewhere near it anyway. In an air-conditioned hall, I walked pass a sighn, it said "Retreat Centre". I goggled at it, it seemed more like "drug inhabitation centre". The whole day was pretty boreing and there was this girl on the team that was REALLY scary. We were supposed to call her DAHLing why? Because her full name was: Deadra Alaxis Antoinette Ling (sp?). Anyway, she she struck me as the type to enjoys biteing people's head off with cutting remarks. Either that, or she'd do it the other way (as in in a literal sense).Whatever that means anyway.
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| Takashimaya |
[16 Oct 2005|10:01pm] |
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I went to Taka for dinner. Ate at moss burgar. For some reason, mum was really pissed and the rest of us had no idea why she was acting this way.
Anyhow, we went to the cloths section as Dad wanted to buy some short-sleaved shirts. At another area was the childen's section- it was a branded paradise. The clothes were nice, infact they were absolutely wonderful. I have to atmit, I am a materialistic freak. Guess, Levis, Kenzo, The united colours of Beneton etc. They were all there. Even if most of the clothes were too small and too expensive, I just had to move closer to take a closer look, feel the material and tell myself how nice everything is here. And then I'll go a little hysterical and start guessing how much this piece of clotheing is. If I were to stand at one side and observe myself, I would have laughed. I dont think my other friends would understand how much I adore fashion- they just dont share the same vibe whenever they see clothes.
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| Cirque Du Soleil |
[16 Oct 2005|03:55pm] |
I watched Quidam yesterday. It was absolutely fantiastic. All the acrobats were jumping here and there and the contortionists were brilliant. The clowns were funny too.
In one scene where the clown invites members of the audience to participate, 4 people were asked to perform a skit. An old man with a generous pot belly, a lady wearing a purple shirt and a denim mini skirt, a slightly well-built man and a skwany male was invited up the stage. The burly man was to be the "director". He was to walk towards the camara, scratch his bum, rub his tushie and snap some board thing and put up his index finger to indicate act one. The well-built man was to act as the woman's boyfriend/lover and walk a few steps forward with his arms swinging. Throw down his imaginary cigarete and step on it. The girl was to walk next to the man and sway her hips and move it about in a circular motion. Then, the purple dressed man was to pretend to kiss her.
After much snogging, the skinny man was to knock on the door. Then open it to see the couple kissing. Sad and dejected he was to throw his flowers to the groud stomp on it and pretend to be overly depressed to the state of hysteria. After much braowling, he will the take out a mini gun and point it to his head. He will look at himself then towards the purple clad man and back, to the man and back several times and desides to kill the ma instead.
The man than will fling himself back at the force of the bullet and slowy die. Walking all over the stage, than cling to the skinny man and then pretend to pull out his intestines and start to skip with it. And then, very slowly and dramatically, fall to the ground and lie there, dead.
Seeing this, the woman would be greatly sorrowed and pretend to drink poisen that suddenly "apeared" from nowhere and pretend to fall as dramatically as the man and drop to her knees, with one vigoourus shake of her but she falls to the floor- dead.
Ofcourse, the people acting didn't perform it correctly on several occasions and was made the laughing stock unknowingly.
At the end of the show, my family made our way to the mechandise tent. Everything was so expensive! My mum bought a traveling tag and i bought the sound trakc. The cloths and masks were too expensive, costing up to more than S$600.
All in all, it was a delightful night and I wouldnt forget it.
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