oh man i need a life

help

2010-04-22T13:13:00.002+08:00

This is what I always, always face in times before tests or exams.

I can't seem to get past it.

It is said that we are our worst enemies and I can fully testify to that.

It's a serious problem that I have.

I am more like someone than I would like to admit .

To my horror, I see myself doing the very actions that I detest in the person.

Seriously, I need to get my head in the proper place.

Sometimes, I wonder what the hell I am thinking.

one year has flown past.

2007-03-08T14:26:00.000+08:00

Surprise!!!^^*

What am I doing in the library and blogging for the first time in many months during chem revision lecture? Simple~ I got locked out.

Well, I wasn't late or anything..but due to the snaking line at the toilet near the CC..I figured that running to the other toilet would be faster ( and to burn some more calories ^^ ) Imagine my surprise when I found that I couldnt open the darn doors and was effectively locked out. I could't even message Mei Fung or anybody because my phone, wallet and bag were all in my seat. O.o really felt lost for a few seconds.

I could study during this hard-to-come-by-break. But thank goodness my notes were all locked up, safe from my reach (: But oh NOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!! I got Mei Fung to come down from the library to attend chem lecture and here I am going to the same place. They are probably thinking I skipped chem ( Me? oh no no way (; )

In any case....I NEVER KNEW HOW DANGEROUS THE INTERNET CAN BE!!!! Recently, my choir friends found out my blog and that was just by googling for 'SAJC chorale' . Man, I only had ONE post on my choir concert and my blog has been goggled. Scary...imgaine what might happen if I blast someone and that person comes along to read it. O.o lala~

Speaking of the internet, I am proud to say that my family has survived without internet connection at home for the past 3 months. But hey, we can still watch stuff on the crazy computer though it's prone to switching off whenever it likes. Something tells me that we need a new computer and some firewalls and virus killers. The memory of the technician's fascinated and revolted face is still fresh in my head when he told is that we were hosting 6000 viruses in the computer. Thank goodness for internet cafes and school computers. I would have just died. I SHOULD GO FOR COMPUTING LESSONS. ( Right.....)

20 more minutes and I can go retrieve my bag from the CC.

Met up with Joan yesterday in my school . Lol . We were in a small cafe..discussing philosophy after the beef lasange . She was referring to a bibilcal event when we heard a voice pip out from the side, " Just as I thought. Christians."

We were stunned for a moment and turned to the source of noise. It was a small boy with tomato sauce dribbling on his chin. We ignored him at first.

He added his comments every now and then like , " Do you know that money is the root of all evil? " and " I like money. See? This is what I got with money." * Gestures to his sasauge and squirts generous helpings of sauce over it *

Every time he commented , Joan and I would look at one another and look away quickly to try and control our laughter. I masked it with fake coughs while Joan just laughed it out. He said his stuff with such a solemn face that I sincerely believe that he was being serious.

Man. Little boys.

But it felt really good meeting up with Joan once again .

I wonder how Friday will turn out.

Bring on the holidays!!! ( and steady mugging )

woot2

2006-05-31T23:28:00.000+08:00

ANNOUNCEMENT~~

DATE: 28th July..it's a friday.

TIME: 7.30~ ????

WHAT: SAJC Choir Concert---Potpurri of music~~

Tic PRICE: $6!!!!!!!!!!!!!!~

Top 3 reasons why YOU should come:

1a) For ex -SMSS girls...it's a splendid opportunity to widen your musical horizon~ since we are from an arts strong school...must live up to that expectation!!!

1b) --------

2) If you save up 10 cents per day till the 28th..the price is just right! *^^*

3) The most *er-hem* important reason...: This is the time where you can see and hear JI HYUN sing~ It is a rare occasion that she sings in public...so come and enjoy!

Ah....I see that I will fail GP or anything that has got to do with english. The above paragraph is not what you will call a model answer, no?

However, as I am rushing to blog before the computer suddenly decides to shut down and re-start all over again..I will not edit it.. RAW version~

A direct quote from my teacher :'Time has gone by...but Ji Hyun has not grown. ' O.o !

I..must..really...start..drinking more milk...*^^*

This is a completely random post. Ah.

p.s: ppl interested in coming for the choir concert...pls send me a msg^^ thks!

p.s: how do you say 'eye for an eye, tooth for a tooth' ...in a good way???

woot.,

2006-05-24T09:51:00.000+08:00

*^^* back due to popular demand *^^*

AHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!NO CHINESE TODAY~~~ cause the teacher isnt here..have a 1 1/2 hour break now!!

got a new plan and phone just yesterday. woot. can take pictures now. NEW PHONE NUMBER: 92228425

Somehow, I'm glad I joined choir in JC. Wanted to join tennis..but had no competition background..so that was out. Second CCA was soccer. Frankly, I joined soccer because almost everybody was against it. You know, they say, "Don't play with fire..you'll get hurt" Their advice and cautions just fuel this crazy desire to do exactly what they told you not to do . Hence, I went for two soccer practices and...almost died. First practice: After almost 2 hoours of circuit training ( jumping, skipping etc ) under the hot sun, the coach announced, " Ok girls, let's finish off training with a little bit of running. " I was relieved...cause training was coming to an end..and how bad could a little running get??

" 8 rounds of the track girls. Little right?"

Stunned silence.

We did run but I swear i saw little hazy stars starting to form in front of me during the last few rounds. Thank goodness for one senior..who pushed me for the last round. *^^*

Since there were no other sports that I really liked...joined choir. After a few practices, felt like it was an old glove...refound~~~~!!!! Even if my choir is slack...i still like it~

JC life..what should i say....*^^*

New friends. New subjects. Losing my way *plus lunchbox* around a new campus. New language. * Boys*

*^^* reason for the '*' sign. Nothing much, except that I dont feel as if boys are from another pla net or another type of speciy anymore.

RESOLUTIONS TO KEEP::
- stop twirling and playing with my hair. *HAH! that will be the day. *

-get a proper timetable and start studying SERIOUSLY

-grow taller * I hate it when i stand in the middle of the line during assembly, cause i cant see anything then. Near -suffocation is another common occurence. My neck aches whenever i talk to my taller friends *

-start saving and taking care of my account *^^*

-write more before my 'creative' juices start drying out.

-blog more *quite unlikely*

I end my entry here. *^^*

2006-05-01T01:03:00.000+08:00

Ah...the pleasures of life.

2006-02-27T01:28:00.000+08:00

A completely random post. *^^*

It's been like, 3 months since I blogged??? A long time. So much so that I have no idea of what to blog about.

Ah...the woes of a working girl..

Worked in my parents' restaurant since wedesday. Bowing to complete strangers, smiling even though the guest is the most unreasonable human being on earth. *Even if you are old with plenty of wrinkles, that does not entitle you to bang the table with your spoon to demand more rice and meat. That strictly belongs to cranky one-year olds. * Pampering hot-shot men with service dishes and apologising profusely if they are served up late.

AND...tolerating tour groups from Korea...most of them who holler across the room asking for more this, more that. In korean. How are the rest of the staff suppoused to understand?

Therefore, I prefer going to school. I long to go there. HAIL FRIDAY!!!!!!!!!!!!

Oh....by the way...if you guys do come to the restaurant while I'm there...10 % off~~~~~ *^^* serious.

I can talk in chinese now!!!! should have come to the restaurant to work before the chinese 'O' oral...talk in english there and you'll come to realise that you may have the repellent ability of the magnets. perhaps I could have gotten an A2 for chinese instead of the B3..-_-;;

^^

2006-01-10T18:27:00.000+08:00

HEY!
There is something with this bloody computer>>
WHY: number one: Caps Lock on my comp is opposite>Meaning that when the Caps Lock is on>>the letters are in small cap> and vice versa

number two: i cant type out any numbers>>>>>>>>

number three: i cant type out the fullstop>comma and some other punctuation marks

number four: i cant type anything on micro word and email>>>>>

number five: my speakers definitely have long ears> They insist on being some sort of a chinese radio>

Ah>>>

number six: i cant go back to change any mistakes>>as in if I click on a particular spot<>>>

Conclusion: This comp is driving me crazy>

As for JC life>>>it"s fun> VERY DIFFERENT from secondary school> more free and all

you know what? I cant stand having these signs (><) as a substitution of the comma and fullstop>

Conclusion:cant go on blogging

..

2005-12-22T23:22:00.000+08:00

my personality test and results!!~

Your Icecream Flavour is...
French Vanilla!

You're a smooth and silky suave type! You exude class and you believe in tradition. A classical taste who doesn't like things to be too flashy or showy. Climb the Eiffel tower of taste with a spoonfull of you! Oui Oui!

What is your Icecream Flavour?
Find out at Go Quiz

pounds

2005-12-22T15:33:00.000+08:00

Ah..I feel like a little suckling pig..those that are fattened up till they totter about on their trotters.*^^* A direct result of practicing for Christmas dinner. * The kitchen's in a terrible mess!~*

when I'm full, I can't think. So,nothing is coming out from my mind. Thus, I shall stop writing.

-_______________-;;

oo..~ a really long time

2005-12-19T15:58:00.000+08:00

hey!!!~ it's been a really~ long time since i, well, wrote something here.

Life. ah...very confusing and intriguing (sp). But, not as much as dreams!! Just today..I had a really funny dream. When i woke up in the morning, I could only remember that the dream involved me, someone else and...a ham. The kind that you eat. It must have been a very nice dream cause I woke up feeling really great. Like life was just a bed of roses. Ahh...if only i could remember the dream!!!

My friends, my dear friends call me blur and slow. *^^* read on and pls tell me if they are right.

A few days ago, I went to Jill's bdae. I assumed that it would be held in her house. Well, the address on the invitation gave me no clue!

The invitation also stated that I could take a shuttlebus to her home. I marvelled," Wow! Her house is really accessible!." Then, I started worying about how I was suppoused to alight from the bus...the bus wouldnt exactly go straight to her home, right??

An additional mind-bloggler: There was a red button with the picture of a bell in the middle. Was that the bell to press to signal my wish to get down?? I resolved to wait till someone went down.

No one did. I squrimed (sp) on my seat and wondered if I should ask the lady beside me. I looked at her from the corner of my eyes. She looked nice. Not very likely to bite my head off if I asked her.

Thus, I pointed up towards the bell and asked, " Aunty, do we have to press the bell if we want to.."

The lady beamed at me and gibbered, " What, the aircon not coming out?" She stretched out her hand to tinker with the aircon.

-__________________________________________________-;;

I blinked and repeated my question. She continued smiling. I gave up.

Looking out from the window, I noticed a milkish-white sign bearing the words: ALOHA LOYANG. Relief seeped through my body. At least I was on the right bus.

Surprise: EVERYBODY got off the bus at Jill's home. I suspected that all of them were going to her party.

The first thing that caught my eye was this huge map of the whole condominium. I shook me head, thinking what a weird condo this was. They had a map!! How big was this place??

Hoping to bump into Fanella or Rachel, I strolled towards the swimming pool. Well, I suppoused that the bbq pits would be located near the pool..so I...

Surprise 2: The pool was fairly teeming with people. It seemed to be a very holidayish atmosphere. I raised my eyebrow...starting to feel slightly kermumfluxed( sp)

The houses were rather...open. I mean, it was very much like a resort. Where all of the houses were identical and most of the doors were flung wide open. The ones build put of red bricks.The interior design was exactly the same too!!!

I messgaged Fanella..not being able to find them. So I was fetched and brought to Jill's place.

Surprise 3: Jill's house was exactly like the houses mentioned above!!! Of all weirdly-designed condos..this was a winner.

I had a bad feeling that I had fooled myself.

My fears were confirmed when I whispered to Rachel," This isn't Jill's house, is it?"

She simply threw back her head and roared. She poked Fanella and chortled, " Oh my god! Ji Hyun thought that this was Jill's home! Hahaha!!"

Fanella...well, she almost fainted. I remained their source of 'teasee' till fortunately, Mei Fung came over and diverted their attention..

Jill's 'home' was in fact a resort. To think that I thought that the Costa Sands Resort was the only one in Spore. No wonder this place had a shuttlebus. No wonder so many people got off at the same stop.

Oh... and that little red button with the picture of the bell?? It turned out to be some sort of a 'alarm' bell you are supposed to press during times of emergency or dire need of help.

God help me please..

sze^^

2005-11-26T11:52:00.000+08:00

am currently pissed off with how a korean drama ended itself. I CANT BELIEVE THAT THE LEAD ACTRESS ACTUALLY CHOSE THE YOUNGER BROTHER OVER THE ELDER ONE..AGGGUH!!

*^^* but..I only watched the ending..so i;m not sure how this happened, so I shall not burn up the disks..

met my mom's best friend a few days ago. it wasnt an ordeal-in fact, it was quite nice. she didnt flip or anything. she just said,"I'm sure you will grow taller soon..*big smile*"

her daughter, who is 15..spoke in a 'higher form of speech' to me..Now, I dont exactly know wat a 'higher form of speech' means in english, but I shall try to explain it out in korean terms. It basically means, showing respect by tailoring your words as you would say to a lao gong gong. What freaked me out was...she's only one year younger than me...that isn;t very senoir .

She says that in Korea, you have to speak like that. *cultural shock* Here in Singapore, you just talk normally to ppl twice older than you...and in Korea, you have to treat them like adults even if they one year older than you...man.

I am glad that I am living in Singapore. Judging from what ppl in Korea have been telling me..Korea seems to be one shark..one that has sharp teeth and snaps every so often. If you dont want to die, you have to learn how to avoid them. One: Learn self-defence. So when they drag you to some ulu-place, you can just smack their faces. Or when they stuff your face into the toilet, you can actually fight back. Second: Have a sharp and witty tongue. So when they try to intimidate you with their stares and sneers, you canj put them back into their places nicely. HA!

Frankly speaking, if I had gone back to Korea, I would have died. Really. According to some ppl, I am the perfect target for teasing. Therefore, I am TRULY HAPPY that I am here in little Singapore. *^^*

well, gtg and get ready for prom~ cya tonight!!!!!!!!

2005-11-22T23:29:00.000+08:00

well, the 'O's are finally over....AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!~

Got to slim down for prom now..i will not go to prom with arms as huge as the muscles on Hercules. so..the start of crazy exercising!!~

which is the smallest in size?
1) gene
2)nucleus
3)X-chromosome
4)Y-chromosome

last qns for the multiple qns...-_-;;

i fear meeting my mom's friends..one of them just called and gushed,"Oh, I'm sure~ Ji Hyun is tall and very pretty..she used to have such long legs! " My goodness, if they do see the current me..God help them. Hopefully they won't gape and mourn over the old 'me'. Take this for example.

A man who is the husband of my mom's self-declared friend comes to Singapore. He sees me and has a double take. He shakes his head and clucks. He says,"Did you know, you were so cute and slim? We wanted to feature you in my radio show, you know. What happened to you? How did you get so spoilt? You do need to exercise more..." With that, he shakes his head and heaves himself into our car. I swear I heard the car groan and keel over.

What the &%^&5!! He fed his son too well...His own son is a fat toad...and has a pumpkin for a face. His daughter, though slim...is not exactly what you call a beauty. So there! After I grow taller, I will tower over that man and laugh down at him. But, on the other hand, the elders would think that I have bad parents...so...I shall not. Family's name and pride comes first. *^^*

People seem to have the mistaken perception that all Korean women are beautiful. With big doe eyes, cherry-like mouth, fair skin and sweet voices. Hoo...I wonder how true.

Lastly....I WONDER WHAT GOWNS/CLOTHES YOU GUY WOULD WAER FOR THE PROM!!!!~~~ *^^*

hell no

2005-11-04T23:36:00.000+08:00

well, this is like in a gazillion years that i have blogged.
i just want to say...

good luck for our 'O's

hope that we can write like fury for all the 'intensive' writing papers

hope that our hard work pays off

that we will smile and cry next year

that we will remain good friends..or at least retain beautiful *or crazy* memories of one another

lastly, that i will not be blogging till the end of the big fat 'O's

.to all my friends. *^^*

thing

2005-09-21T18:21:00.000+08:00

Instructions of the tag:Given a topic, you are to write down your answers in your blog, and then send the same topic to 5 other people. Write down the names of these 5 people and link to them on your blog. Go visit their blogs to notify them that they are tagged. The 5 people who are tagged should, in their own blogs, write down the name and link of the person who tagged them, answer the same topic, and send it to another 5 people, etc.

The Topic: Your 5 Quirks

One: Well, I would die without my hair. Or at least the few strands of hair right next to my left temple. During times of stress, anxiety *esp. during SS classes* I would twirl them around my finger and admire its softness. It's really comforting, to play around with something so black and smooth and soft...and you know that its yours. According to my seat-mate, I occasionally smell it. I didnt know that till she was laughing hysterically about it. For the record, I now firmly state that I do it purely as a stress-relief and habit...BUT NOT AS AN ATTENTION-SEEKING GIMMICK...argh..

Two: I have always been accused of liking male teachers in my various schools. As I tagged Nat, trying to convince the two kukus that no, I didnt like the exotic man*that never entered my mind,not one bit*, I realised that in my three stages of schooling, there was always one male teacher whom everybody thought I was swooning in love with. First, it was a geeky maths teacher.Followed by a teacher in SMPS who had a pink ham for a face. Then, in my oldish, sec sch life, it is the exotic man. Just to make things clear, all these were cast upon me. Never said anything but friends firmly believed that it was so. I really dont know why.

Three: As a punishment, my mother banned me from books. She threatened to throw all of them away or just burn them. Being naive and innocent at that time, terror seized my little heart and I vowed to save my books. As a result, I lugged half of my collection to school and tried to stuff them under my table. Unfortanately, my table refused to take in more than ten. The rest would just be spewed out. Undeterred, I dragged them home. Decided to hide them in the maid's room, where the shelf cupboards were high and musty. I climbed onto the bedstead and shoved in all my books, risking my neck, legs and life. Everytime I wanted a book, I would sneak into the room,much to the maid's disgust and retrieve one or two. Suffice to say, I was caught red-handed and recieved the walloping of my life.

Four: I fell in love with at least 5 characters in my books. It never occured to me that they were nonexistent. One example: Mr Rochester from 'Jane Eyre'. Older man and all...took me about two weeks to 'get over' him. *^^*

Five: Crowded places such as Taka during the weekends, Heeren and what not are not my favourite places. Besides, the only attraction in Heeren is Marche. *to me* Such places give me a headache and a temper as cross as a grouchy bear. So, beware when you go shopping with me in crowded places. I might just scowl and growl at you.

The FIVE ppl~ *^^*
-shino
-nat
-rach
-tuna
-pachie
*^^* have fun!!~~~

Fear

2005-09-19T16:54:00.000+08:00

Fear

"Mama, I don't want to go," whimpered the little one.

I gritted my teeth and counted to ten. He was only five after all.

"But Timmy, you have to go. You have a stomachache. If you want to get rid of it, you have to. Come on, come on."

Tim squeezed shut his eyes and pulled his blanket over his head. His muffled voice informed me, "I can stand it. I don't have to go to the toilet now. I will go in the morning Mama, I promise!"

Exasperated, I gave up and went off to sleep.

The next morning, a messy and smelly pile awaited me.

Tim stood meekly by his bed, looking down at his toes for all he was worth. I had whipped off the bedsheets and thrown them into the washtub to soak, all with a stony face. Then, I went into my room to retrieve a long, thin cane.

Tim burst into tears even before I said a word and ran into my arms, clinging onto me like a little koala. I had no choice but to try to soothe while reassuring him that I would not kill him.

When the howling stopped, I sat him down on the stripped bed, dirty pants and all. Solemnly, I asked, "Tim, why did you poo-poo on the bed?"

Tim blinked back a few tears before he answered," I poo-pooed on the bed because...because I needed to poo-poo."

"Well, why didn;t you go to the toilet?"

"Because..I was scared...that..the hand would come out.."

Stupified, I asked, "What hand?"

His little body shook as he replied," The one which would ask what color tissue you wanted!"

The hand.That hand!

A few days ago, after attending a Halloween party, Tim was in the mood for more ghost stories.To pacify him, I had told him one which my own mother had told me years ago. It was about a bloody hand which would emerge from the toilet and ask if you wanted red,blue or white tissue. If you happened to sit on the toilet during the night, it would just grab your buttock and pull you down to the deep,dark depths of where it lived in. Tim had laughed hysterically and I had assumed that he had forgotten about it.

"Words are, of course, that most powerful drug used by mankind," quoted my husband, who had witnessed this confession from the doorway.

I glared at him as he bounced in and carried Tim on his shoulder. He grinned and said, "Timmy boy, you are a big, strong man, right?"

Tim straightened up and chirped, " Yes!"

"Then, why are you scared of the hand?Come on, ket's go and yell down the toilet: We are two big strong man and if you come out, we will flush you down! Let's go!"

I shook my head and followed the pair into the bathroom. Never would I admit that I myself didn't dare go to the toilet during the night.

what do you think?

2005-09-16T16:33:00.000+08:00

*inspired by nat's ".....teenage fiction..."*

I detest these sort of books: The kind that is filled with vivid sex scenes, hair-raising escapades from bitchy *female* bosses, finding a new life by finding a new man/woman. I feel that the content was 'manufactured' to cater to the crowd. In other words, the author wrote to please the readers by writing what they want to read about. They find it exciting, exhilarating, that it is so different from their mundane, listless lives.

These books are rubbish, from a literary stand of view. I feel that they tarnish the word 'books'. To me, books are meant to be wholesome, to be a product of the author's imagination and deep thoughts.

However, such degrading content in the new 'modern' books tells us something. The authors penned their books to earn money. It was done for cash. Wouldnt this make the book cheap?

I thought that books were meant to be products of the author's thoughts, musings and pure wholesome imagination. Give me books such as "Pants on Fire", "Why not?"...I condemn and critisize the authors.Is money so desirable till that have to stoop to those levels? What in the world os wrong with these writers?

These books may be funny, witty and cute, but no, they are not worthy to be called 'Books'. Their content is actually coarse, shallow and crude.

Need I say more?

very the dots

2005-09-14T19:59:00.000+08:00

very saddening

freedom to choose. free to act.free to speak. right....

Strange how some smss girls are big fat bitches. I tought that our sch girls were the greatest. Apparantly i am wrong.

The word 'fuck'. It really conveys degrees of meanings.Like: go away, leave me alone, i am stronger than you... while ppl think that it is cool, it is the word, I beg to differ.

This is wat i think of ppl who use those kind of words liberally. They are: coarse, vulgar, selfish and arrogant. Wait, i am not talking abt those who use them once in a while but those who pepper their sentences with this word.

It is not very nice to have that word thrown upon you. Couple it with glaring, hostile eyes and a sneering mouth, it really is unbearable.

No, nobody said that word to me. But i heard it. How do i convey my feelings about this word? How?

Ok, ok,ok...we shall calm down. you see, when you use that word, it's like, knifing a person with a rusty knife. Not only does it hurt, it leaves behind a poisonous wound which is difficult to remove. Why do i say this??Let me explain.

Imagine someone shrieked, "Fuck!" at you. It implies that the person thinks that you are pushable, easily intimidated by these sort of words. Or it could also reveal her inner being, the type of launguage that she has picked up.

Forget it, i;m not making sense. This would probably instigate ppl who dont mind the word. No offence meant, really. But, is this word...healthy? Do we have to use this word? Can we use another word to say that we are furious? Must we use this word?

Just beacause some movie scripts like to punctuate their lines with this word, it does not mean that this word is cool, acceptable or normal.

Whatcha guys think?

petrified

2005-09-11T13:03:00.000+08:00

half a day before english and geog prelims.
somehow, i feel as though i havent studied enough. cause theres nothing inside my head. i need to squeeze out the info. goeg..well, at least i will have some pictures to help me recall and think.

but history,, ah....that is a different story. you know it or you dont.

i should be hyped up, i should be worrying incesstantly about my prelims....since it is half a step to my tertiary education. i should be living solely for the exams. i should be cutting down on sleep and forcing myself to stay awake during chinese.

well, i'm not. i slept 8 hours or so. More than once, my mother had to prod me back to life during the night. At least twice, i spent the night on my notes. As in, when i woke up, a nice patch of something gooey and wet percolated my notes. * i remade them...so no worries.

i respect, i envy those who actually stay cooped up in one room and slog the day away. perhaps it is because i only started studying this year. perhaps it is because i dont like studying.

i want to be a doctor, yet bio bores me. is my ambiton just childish desire or real thing?

Here I am, sweltering in the jean jacket which constricts my arm movements. How i am to play the piano later is a slight worry.

Cliche or not, time really flies. It flapped away in one second.*that is an exaggeration. therefore, i am starting to panic.

we moan, we grumble, we stress over the exams. but waht does it mean??/

for reading the ramblings of a girl who is currently roasting away,feeling paniced and petrified, i thank you.

*-_-;;

Strawberry

2005-09-07T19:31:00.000+08:00

PLS COMMENT...*^^*

STRAWBERRY

" Hmm, nice shirt, " drawled the blonde as he stroked Greg's chest with one perfectly-manicured finger.He arranged his fruit turban and fussed with his dangling watermelon earring. With a flirtaeous wink, he bent in to whisper, " They call me Blossom. What are you called?"

Greg swallowed hard and moved back. " I have a girlfriend, " he blurted.

The blonde arched his finely-pencilled eyebrows and tossed his head in a kittenish manner. He smiled and plunged his pink lips towards Greg's. Greg could only gasp and push back blindly.

The blonde murmured, " Do you still have a girlfriend?"

Greg nodded hysterically, gaping like a fish out of water.

He slid back onto his stool and said simply, " That's too bad. By the way, you taste great. Strawberries, I think."

Greg pushed his way out of the bar. He had actually stepped into a gay bar. What would Eva say? He trembled to think of the consequences.

The next day, he accompanied Eva to the market. Staggering under the weight of the heavy basket, he struggled to catch up with her.

"Strawberries! Fresh and red strawberries for sale!"hollered a thin, magy-looking man. He cupped his hands around his mouth and yelled out, " Hurry! Get them while they are fresh!"

Greg stopped before him and stared. Memories of yesterday crept in. The shopkeeper continued, " Look at these red, luicious looking fruits! So ripe that they literally burst with their own juice! Look at them red things! They taste great! Come on, come on! Get them while they are here!"

With crimson cheeks, Greg tried to relinquish that one particular memory and hurried to catch up with Eva.

As he reached out to tap Eva on her shoulder, a pig of a man bumped into him, causing his basket to drop and spill its contents. Greg only blinked and stooped to pick up the items.

Eva whirled back and screamed, " Why didnt you say anything to him> Why did you just let that go? Have you no backbone?"

Greg looked up with pleading eyes and muttered, " It was an accident. Besides, he was a big man and..."

Eva interrupted him with a snort. She squatted down to help him pick up the fruits and vegetables and remarked, " If you werent my boyfriend, I would say that you are a gay! You are such a namby-pamby. I wish you would be more of a man."

A namby-pamby? She had said that a thousand, of not once, times to him. Secretly, he resented that but he never dared to show, for fear that Eva would make even more scathing comments.

She never hugged him, never pecked him on the cheek or did any of those little affectionate gestures done between a couple. They had kissed only once, last year, he remembered. That man had done it so naturally, he mused. Could that mean that he would be willing to give more? Perhaps, perhaps if he dressed like them.

The family of four in the car stared agog at him through the windscreen. He tried to walk nonchantely but he suppoused that the sight of a man in a evening gown was rather odd. Being svelte, he could easily fit into one of his mother's black gown.

When he entered, he saw Blossom at the same stool as the day before. Blossom looked up as he stumbled across in his heels. He patted back a yawn and said, " You are back again. Now, what were you called?"

Greg cleared his throat and replied, "Strawberry, Just call me Strawberry."

*pls help me think of a better ending.* thks!~

one whole week of nonstop studying

2005-09-04T21:37:00.000+08:00

i wonder if its fair to those who have been mugging all year long. I mean, lets say A has been playing a fool since sec one but started cramming and studying really hard 2 months before the exams. In the end, she scores as well as the one who had meticously studied since the start of sec 4. Is it fair? Is it not? Is this life? That's the question for today.

Had a hearty dinner at Newton Circus. Hands still smell of chicken wings though. Need to wash them again.

Jim is a natural with kids. Had she worn high heels and slapped on makeup, one would think that she was the mother of Hyung Min. Please, she was feeding him fishballs, chicken wings and limejuice while admomishing him not to poke the fishballs with his fingers. She also managed to finish her own noodles before it became cold....wow. I had trouble trying to get the little girl beside me to wipe her fingers....she kept on sqruiming*sp* away.

Bloody computer keeps on turning off and on. By the way, this computer is very young...barely 3 months old. So tuna...if i want to change my comp...me mom and dad will kill me.

So worried. So worried. So worried.

Oh yeah..singing songs really help to destress too. couldnt sleep last night despite a heavy head and eyelids. Sang a few songs, closed my eyes amd woke up to see the sun streaming in. Nice....nice..*^^* why destress? Not being able to sleep is also a sign of stressed out ppl. so...conclusion: Since singing puts you to sleep, singing helps to destress! *my bioㅠ.ㅠ*

Heres a poll. Who do you tell most of your secrets to>>>

1. Friends
2. Siblings
3.Parents
4. Someone on IRC or what not.
5. To your diary.
6. To your pillow
7. To your plant.
8. Or just the air

Very much aware that it sounds ridiculous, even lame. But guys, you know me. The kukumalu number one. What else could you expect??!!~

going off. to get more lemonade.

yawn

2005-09-04T00:04:00.000+08:00

i cant believe i'm this slow. i just realised that i can change the font colour to a different instead of pink. dots to me.

bit tired, feel as though my brain just came out from the wringer. perhaps its due to all that geog.

scanning the computer for viruses now...thks to tuna's url. i get scared and vulnearable whenever i hear the IT ppl in our class yakking about computer security and the 'walls' they have installed. here's an excerpt. *edited to protect names!!~

A: it took so long to recieve the song my fren was sending me, cause of my firewalls. i have like, so many of them!!

B: you know, nowadays there are so many viruses...must continue to have the firewalls on! if not, the comp will go jia lat.

now, firewalls to me were walls that were apparently on fire or waht not, until i checked the controls panel and security. In black miniscule words, it trumpeted my ignorance. rather embarassing. thank goodnesss no one was there.

i am sprouting nonsense, am i not??

whee!!!!!~ the virus scanner detected one virus. the email one with a revolting picture of a man with a girl's mouth. pls...let that be the one that caused the comp to shut down every so often...so that i would live in peace. HA!

once again, i was reminded how IT-illiterate i was. tried to read the virus report but got no further than the first line. tat line alone contained several IT words...that i couldnt comprehend.

you know, i;m so scared. i'm so scared. what if i dont do well? waht if i blank out/ what if i disappoint my parents...again? my head is sore...thanks to all there fears whirling around in my head. it is splitting with trying to hold all the info inside.

i cried, yesterday. call it stress, call it craziness, blame it on my nerves, but tears whelmed over and spilled. it was dark...and since my face was dark as well...nobody really saw.

any loud music to recommend?? i need them during those crisises.

lastly,. i would like to say once again: tuna has a point. blogging destresses and destressing really helps.

tata. off to english.

part two

2005-09-03T14:23:00.000+08:00

so proud of myself for keeping to the timetable.long long~ time ago...i relished drawing up timetables....planning to use up every bit of the 24 hours provided....only to realise that it is mortally impossible to do that unless you want to die from exhaustion.

however, times are different now. it is THE time to buck up and adapt. there is no longer any space for me to stretch out ,pat back a yawn and say, " i can do that later. there is always tomorrow.'

well, now there still is a tomorrow, but that tomorrow would bring the bane of my life. if i dont study today, i would die tomorrow. this, i think, is what we call stress.

lol. there was a study made: do stressed ppl eat more and faster.

when the rats were eating, the scientists sneaked up behind some of them and pinched their tails with a pair of pincers.those rats started gobbling at their food hurridely *sp, while the untouched rats continued eating placidly.
this shows that stressed ppl eat more...and much faster...and probaly gain lots more weight too!!

IT-savvy ppl, pls tell me. is there any reason why the comp should turn on and off at its will? excruciatingly annoying, especially if one is blogging or watching a VCD. is it a virus or waht? which kuku is it who is doing this to me??? *grrrr....

gtg now.time for geog.

..therefore, frens are useful in life

2005-09-02T20:27:00.000+08:00

well.....wrote a mega long piece and my computer took the liberty of shutting down. was gracious enough to restart though. but still am pissed with the comp cause he ate up my piece!!!!! ㅜ.ㅜ

ㅑIT-savvy ppl!!~~ *like you know who.....always laugh at me cause i dont understanf....*interrupted*

...

mom just called and told us to hurry up/

so...will continue this later!!~

p.s: fiona has a [point

ATTENTION!~

2005-08-31T20:34:00.000+08:00

THIS BLOG IS NOT DEAD.
WILL ONLY START CONCENTRATING ON IT AFTER~ OUR *DUMDUM* 'O'S...
SO....YES...PLS DO NOT THINK THAT I FORGOT ABT THIS...
*^^*

having pe and taf on the same day in nt good

2005-07-26T20:51:00.000+08:00

Having PE and TAF on the same day in not good news.why. because...the new pe head personally comes down to supervise the running*which is a no joker in my opinion* and he insists on cooling-down exercises which are as strenuous as the running itself.
PE is 1 hour after TAF. as my class has a thing against pe teachers ( think it's after that @#%#@% teacher...who refuses to listen to reason) we had to run 4 rounds....up and downa the stairs.
sweat, according to sze min, was raining down my face. Fiona*thank goodness* then gave me a thick tissue paper to wipe my face...ahh...the soft fleece like tissue..ahh~
adrenaline is a very useful thing. it gives you that exhilaration!~while running *^^* however..it is the after-effects which is not very nice.
rachel looked as dead as i felt. rather helpful, really. it is slightly unbearable if your seat mate still remained chirpy and lively after all that running. after all, misery loves company *who are also miserable. Nothing like a cheerful person to break up a bunch of droopy ppl. *^^*
i can do it.i can do it.i can do it. EVERYONE CAN DO IT!!! YES!!!~ WE CAN DO IT!!
sec 4s should be able to guess that 'it' is our dreaded, nightmarish,irratating 'O's.....
After two bowls of noddles...i kinda get the feeling that all the weight i shedded today has come back, firm and stubborn as ever.
oh well, only 16. still loads of time. must grow first. weight later.
besides...food is too delicious to deny myself. *^^*

very the dotsiated

2005-07-24T18:28:00.000+08:00

very freaky. it is a altered pic, rite?
btw, the asian guy is the n.korean prez. and the white guy is bush-_-;;

sunday today

2005-07-24T18:19:00.000+08:00

wow. mom hurt her tailbone and is in great pain. somehow, it doesnt feel right for me to see mom, the strong,resilent and determined one so white and helpless.
today, she could barely drag herself from one place to the other. her body trembled as she pulled herself up. she walked with a limp. yet she spoke as if nothing was the matter.
i dont wat's bothering me so much. perhaps it is because it is the first time i saw my mother in that state.
lol. are all doctors good at science? did they have an interest in medicine? can one just hang onto the desire to help ppl to become a doctor?
why cant i just stay 16? or even 5?

yoo hoo!!

2005-07-23T19:17:00.000+08:00

ahh!~ flag day today!
it was a bag of laughs initially...before the toil of walking 1000~ km came down upon us.
ok, nt 1000 km...but frm somerset to bugis.
strange thing. affluent looking ppl make you feel like a parasite, a begger, while ordinary aunties and ah sohs smile and pop in at least 10 cents.
i swear that i will carry change around....EVERYDAY!!!
the blistering heat...the relieving cool of bugis junction...the warmth of their smiles...the chilling response all adds up to : A tiring day

2005-07-22T22:35:00.000+08:00

testing again

very much tired

2005-07-22T22:10:00.000+08:00

well, it was a hectic plus boring day in sch...why sec fours have to attend the speech day i do not know. perhaps they need ppl to clap. i suppouse it would be odd if all is silent when someone goes up to receive a prize. popular kids would have no probs. onli the not-so-known ones.
i love my dad.but i dont want to be like him.
i dont want to be the sort of person who always waits for things to happen. i dont wanna be the amused. i want to be the amuser. i want to be important.
sounds selfish. does it?
biology doesnt interest me. neither does chemistry. and i still want to be a doc. lol.
sounds so cynical.
must go and STUDY!!

let's celebrate!!

2005-07-08T23:35:00.000+08:00

well...distracted nat and rach by a webby given to me by SHINO!! *thks loads.. and they are finally off my back!! *^^*
well...this is my 1st blog!! woo hoo!
really dont know wat to say except that i feel like scratching my eyes out.
put this up with the help of nat~
welcome all~ and enjoy wat you can see!!
pls forgive any dumb mistakes cause i;m kinda computer-illiterate!!

let;s celebrate!!

2005-07-08T23:34:00.000+08:00