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Spiralling Malaise
I was reading sth today on some place and then it struck me. No, I can't draw closer to that someone. It'll hurt me lots because I think something struck me inside. And I'm so tired of so many things. I need someone to talk to me. Gahg. I detest this feeling. Terrible malaise. I shall talk to God first. Then someone come and talk to me. Someone that's within my reach. Hah. I suppose I should rejoice. It's Friday, what else? Actually it ain't of any difference to me because there's school tomorrow. I wanna scream. Shall retire to the beach next Friday. Hopefully Charissa gets well soon! If you're reading this, God Bless you and get well soon! Haha I rilly missed you at school today okays! Spiralling into Malaise
LOok!
The National Track&Field thing.
Warning: some provocative stuff about some ChineseHighSchool guys. So if you are someone that's of that description and don't want to feel insulted, dont read. And because I kinda screened it, it's you who made the choice to read, not me. To see: Click on the blank spot and draggg
But the jerks aside, the whole event was great. Everything was just the hype. Took pictures with funny faces (right Charissa?) and cheered and cheered on any school that would take over CHS in a relay race or the likes of it. I didn't jeer at the CHS people. The plus point was that I could scream for a reason even though I'm not screaming for that cause. Yeahyeah. However, the rain drove us into an appalling state of wetness. Two torrents of rain came in sheets. And drenched many from head to toe, toe to head, inside out, outside in. Grreat. And I don't like rain okay. I melt in rain. Before the end of the Nat'l Track and Field meet thing, I suddenly felt so desolate although there were so many people around me. Firstly, I felt like I didn't accomplish anything [and no, not accomplish that 'thing'. Think s t r a i g h t]. The rain ruined so many things. Things and things.
Whatever. My voice is invincible. I screamed like mad because I was so mad at those people. And also because Cedar was running, and because it was exciting [duh] and finally because it was raining. After a while I gave up on the umbrella because it was really useless as the rain was getting the better of the umbrella so I also got drenched. And because many others looked like drowned cats or chickens, everyone looked normal in the stadium. So that was cool. And everyone stunk, especially ---. I mean, the stench engulfed the crowd and made everyone smell like a fraction of them. Okay. So I went to watch "The Return" which, somehow or other made me feel depressed after watching it. The show was good. Very good. You should go watch it. Shall rant on what's it about on another day. And so after the show, I was walking to Somerset MRT and I was the California Fitness gym in all its lit-up glory at night, and it was amazing. Call me cuckoo or whatever, but it was really startling to see so many people working at the treadmills before. I guess that happens every night. But it's still amazing. And that's all for what happened yesterday and yesterdayyesterday. I shall start on today. There are only about...15 paragraphs with approximately 1000 characters each. Kidding. On a parting note:
Luvya'll. And God Bless ya'll.
Boo =(
Tribute
In tribute to all the Fridays that bring the joy to countless people, I shall update for the fourth time in a row for this week. .
Today lotsa people were knocked out after recess. The weather or the classroom was totally humid and it made me, and perhaps others in 3P really sleepy. So I gave in to the tantalising lure of lalaland and its magical adventures. And the movie "The way Home" was so artyfarty to me, the way the director filmed the show, and screening, and the little scenes that made everyone let out a [sound] of protest toward some hurting action done by the boy or an 'aww'. In all, the film was good. And to add to the whole pile of positive comments, it was a foreign film. Anything that's foreign to me is interesting. Now I know why it's called 'The way Home'. Ya'll know, don't you? Actually I sorta knew since the movie started. It's rather basic? Like a boy finds his actual inner self or his angelic side or something like that when thrown into a circumstance that forced him to change for the better. And the gradual change is like screaming in your ear at the end of the show. And it warms my heart to see the apparent change in the boy. If you drew a before and after picture of the boy, the before picture would be a miniature of a godzilla and the after picture would be a cute bear. [Cute bear or the likes of it.] Yummies— Newsweek editor in the making here, hello? Okay, don't snort or else you'll choke.
Growll
I'm up for chinese remedial. Does that tell you everything? Gotta rush. Study chinese, you know. I'm a good girl, I tell you. I study chinese 24/7. And let me tell ya'll: Mean girls is grool.
Don't question my ability to be mean. I'll bite off your head if I have to, and swallow it up in a gulp and manage not to choke at all. I think that's a neat ability.
Gonna watch Ella Enchanted.
Am I splurging on movies or what.
And I'm totally misusing the colors. Gahh. Whocares. Sore eyes for all! And then, I read newsweek today (it's a great way to improve English. So don't snort and say that I read newsweek. Because I do. Whatever, that didn't make sense) and they had not one, but TWO articles about Germany. Isn't it awesome? It's grrrrrrrrool man! And the articles were, for once, positive about the future about Germany, although the other one was veering on the negative side, but it still was great. And I am going to go to Finland sometime to check out their education system. The magazine said that the Finnish education system was somewhat world-class or rather, effective. Not that I believe the magazine wholly. Things sometimes gets one-sided sometimes. Just look at the articles about Germany. *ShakeyourheadShakeyourhead. So long, farewell! Updated three times in a row. This ain't any ideal behaviour from a good gurl. Bleah. *I thought of writing an [article] about something. I guess I totally forgot. All I remember was that I thought that article had lots of potential and could be even published in the TIMES magazine's front page and then after gain worldwide recognition and then...[excuse me]. The dreamer at large.
Over like anything.
RHD is soo over. Totally over. HallelujahpraisetheLord! Don't ask why I'm so happy okay. Our class was supposed to organize it, mind you. Lots of funny mishaps, perhaps, and relief and everything packed into one. Oof, I'm tired. And I took tons and tons of photos. One of the backdrop and everything of everything else. So funny so crappy and so cute and so everything at the same time. Okay so yesterday we were supposed to watch 'Mean Girls'? (Which by the way, makes you cringe at their meanness) But we had RHD rehearsal until—so they say in the afternoon. Undaunted, we went to watch the later show. And the show was totally grool. Hehheh. I mean, if people say that the show is a bimbo show, how can the girls be so evil and think of such mean things if they're bimboistic? Which goes to show that they're not really that bimboistic, except for a character or two. After watching the show I felt like I had to be evil to someone so I glared at the guy behind me after the show ended and the credits were running. What can I say? I'm mean. And the show brings out the meanness of everything. *Snarl- No, not really. I'm totally nice and wonderful with this nasty slangg. Which turns myself off. That's totally strange. Gah. Am I talking to myself or what? Yesterday me and ??? were gushing about a ???, which was totally grool I haven't done that so enthusiastically for a long time. I just go high, totally high, and I'll be floating in the heavens, rejoicing with the Angels on high, and taking in the fresh air and beautiful flowers and kittens...yeah. [Clears throat] Tomorrow is a brighter and shinier day for all who are optimistic!
"Pessimists are those who make purely escapist films, because they believe people are so stupid that it's useless to make a film about anything serious."—Haneke
This thing is so much more user friendly, and I totally dig it. Dig it, ya'll! *Except when the thing refuses to convert the HTML thang. So annoying. Grool. I totally have to stop saying that. Grool. And I have to stop adding 'totally' into my sentences too. It's so totally weird and going all totally dumb. Like totally right?
M[oral]
Today's oral was [ummmmmmmmm] terrible. My reading was having this crazy American and sappy teacher slang, my picture conversation sounded like I was talking to a deranged child (it's supposed to be a talking to a teacher, FYI) and my conversation...let's say it's for the best. Because it was terrible. I couldn't think of any time when I was bored except for when I was in school, and I was thinking that it would be a little offensive, and maybe this was a ploy to get a secret survey on how students think about the school's talks and so on, and englishoral was the only time students will blabber away to get good grades. Tata. So I sacrificed my grades and became dumbfounded. By the time the teacher and I found some common ground, I was talking away like a broken record. Which goes to show, that sometimes you can't keep a broken record quiet for long. And then right. I didn't say a single singlish word, which wasn't that bad, and I somehow or other got this crazy highness and I looked the teach in the eye during the reading of the passage. Which goes to show, something got over me today. And yes, the German euphoria is back. And I had this crazy speculation today about this guy I saw in the bus. Haha, it's rather private so I shall not expound on it. For the last spouted info of the day, I learnt chinese spelling. Which goes to show, something really got over me. The sense to survive in the ever changing world. Yeeeeaaaahhh!!! Bye darlinggs.
Flaggies.
This was supposed to come in yesterday. Unfortunately, the computer was faulty la. Crazy. Okay, to the most shocking thing that happened to me yesterday: I said my usual "Would you like to donate to the Touch Community?" sentence to this person I'd perceived as a woman, so I started my usual sentence with a "Miss" and guess what? The "lady", so to say, replied with a male voice, and I got the shock of my life, and I couldn't make out what he/she was saying, considering my state of shock, and my reliable deafness. But I figured it wasn't very nice, so I can't bother to figure it out. Now, after the flag day thing, my back hurts and my hand is rather cramped because the can, amazingly, is rather heavy and my heels feel a tad bit funny. Actually we were supposed to stay around the LauPatSat place, but the place was totally deserted so me and Wanling wandered off to some other place, like some way off place, and we got a few notes and coins. Then both of us split and I secretly crept to the Raffles' place there where I spotted Yuqin, Dawn, and Selina? Not sure la, but anyway, I felt bad for sneaking into their area of deployment, and what's more, the old woman selling lottery tickets there was so nice and I forgot to thank her when I went off to meet the rest. There were about six CJC people, about 5 CGS people, and two VS boys who looked lost, and four St. Margaret's girls who came wondering around. In all, the whole tiny area was crowded with people carrying orangey tins. *I think me and Pam should be renamed the "diplomatic complainers" squad. To cut a long story short, don't ever ever go to Parkway Parade's Yoshinoya. The soup seriously is rotten, and staff is rotten, and the two things combined together makes everything there rotten. I'm going to complain to the STForum! Watch me, you YoshiFOols! Well that's all for ytd's adventures and misadventures. There's going to be Chinese spelling and English oral tomorrow. Watch me shine. Ha. That title's from the MGS dance on dunnodunno when. Today's church was rather tiring? I missed the service because I was upstairs taking care of the younger children, and greatness, were they tiring. I would just like to say that some of their attention span is really short. And you've to remind them a trillion times to do the stuff in front of them. Haha, I know, patience darling, patience. Aish. I'm going to do that next week to. I'm going to look forward to it! *Until when I feel up to updating again, which is next to tomorrow, I s'pose. Buhbyes! And God Bless ya'll yeah.
Perspicacious thoughts.
Da Naked Chef
Has anyone heard of Jamie Oliver? The naked chef thing? Mygoodness man. He totally totally rocks. I don't know why, don't ask me why, don't question me about why he rocks. Because he simply rocks. There's no complex thing about that is there? Tatas.
Where do I begin
Haa—the sweetest song ever. Today jogged a blasted approximate 8 rounds in school today. Not that it was that bad. In fact, it made me forget some cumbersome things. So, come to think of it, it was awesome. And I wanna go Hawaii. Confirm. On the long gone and past Sunday, Ruth and me agreed that we'd go to New Zealand during the three months after the O'levels, maybe with Jo. Because she'll also have a break. Then we can all go to the place and mess the neverending meadows up, the beautiful landscapes, the weeping willows, and the 'Scottish' village feeling it gives me. That slowmo feeling. I am itching to go someplace so exotic. How about the Bahamas? How about someplace coold. How much I anticipate it! (I really hope that I can go. With all my heart and all my might and all my sincerity. But sincerity can't get me anywhere. It can't get me an airticket. Bleahs~) Longing coursing through every vein
Feeling like posting a million lyrics that always hits the replay mode automatically in my mind. I think that'll be too much. It'll clog up my entire entry. So it's really tatas for today. And for the rest of the week. Cheerios, and God bless whoever bothers to come read this.
Bah.
Ooh. I am taking a breather here. -Breathe- Buhbyes. *Heard that 'Reason' song twenty thousand times today. I'm going non compos mentis.
Sob.
Goodness. Gracious. Me. Whatdahell. I crying along with Ronaldo. He looked so sweet with that swollen eyes and went all sportsmanship. Portugal should've won.
Nervous Wreck.
I'm not wringing my hands. It's hours before the match starts, and I so want Portugal to win, that if they lose I'll start bawling. And I thought about it: Greece's playing is almost like Germany's in the FIFA World Cup. Boring, too steady. If I drew a graph about the action, the line would almost be straight, as in, no action at all. Alright. On to the next subject. Sometimes you know that no matter what you do, no matter how nice, how dedicated, how caring, how honest, how best-friend-syndrome you are to someone, they'll never put you first in their life. Never. I think it's annoying, and it's unfair to me, and others who are like suffering from these difficulties with their friends. I feel so unprofound today. So let's see the lowest I can go.
Don't tell anyone this, but I stayed up until about 2.50am yesterday to read a book. The book was too irresistable for me to put down. And the book has some points that struck me hard. Like showing me some types of guys you meet out there. And I'm not going to draw prototypes here, and I shan't describe the type of men. But still, I liked the book. But note here, the book ain't earth-shattering, and wonderful to be true. No. Only the Bible can fit that description. Anyway, the title's 'The Nanny', by 'Melissa Nathans', if not wrong. Haha. I didn't write the book. If I did, then I wouldn't be here writing my blog anymore. I really have to touch up on my physics homework before Mr. Yau goes on my case. I sincerely think he doesn't, does he?
Greeks. Bleah.
Read these off from the Straits Times, 3rd of July, 2004, in the Sports section. The article's by Rob Hughes, and I had a paper and a pen with me at that time, and I couldn't resist copying these phrases off the article, because it was about the way the Greeks played. He wrote one the previous week before, I think, and the analogies were imaginable. Here goes. "stubborn, coldly defensive, masters of the art of strangulation."—He compared the Greeks to the Germans.
Like totally. I was a little bored with the match on Friday morning. This just shows why I should support Portugal more. In comparison to the Greeks, methinks Portugal has a rhythmic momentum to their playing. Then the Greek's would already be like an execution. But, that means the Germans have been playing like they're going for an execution? A little likely. Tight with tension. Even a limb can snap. I wish I could write like the guy. But that'll happen in a gazillion years. Wit laced with sarcasm. Is my wit laced with sarcasm? Hm.
But I totally do not like Greece. Nada. I will support Portugal to the ends of the earth. Today saw this guy running for the bus. Usually I don't stare at guys running for the bus, but he was running with the grace of a stallion. It looked so beautiful. It felt like he was suspended in the air for as long as time and it felt like the moment froze. Ha. I think I'm over thinking about this.
Swoonies.
Em is rubbing off her Christiano Ronaldo spirit on me.
I wanna go to Ireland! To see the cliffs of Moher. It's extremely high, and I have a huge suspicion that if I look down the cliff, I'll have an eternal fear of heights. Well, who cares? I don't care, for starters. So I shall sacrifice my sanity to see the cliff. The thing is. I don't have money to see it. Bleahs.
New one again.
This is the second one in a day. I'm going to faint from overexposure to templates. But it's a little like shopping. The things you see after the template you originally got are practically nicer. So I changed it. I couldn't resist it. I think this one's nicer. A little poignant (don't ask me why) and very carefree. And it's purple!!! Haha. Go tag my board. Can't put it on this page. The cell padding thing won't cooperate. So I gave up and did that. TAGGGGG.
New and New and New.
Just felt this affinity with this template. I love monuments. Monuments like the BigBen, that is. Not that I really like the BigBen. If they had one featuring the Brandenburg Gate it'd snap it up. Pronto. And yes, it's changed! Can't read the words easily can you? The color of the words mingle with the background yeah? That irritated the hell out of me when I read others' blogs with all those translucent things and a really huge and fat and dark colored background. But thou shalt bear with it. Until I find a much nicer and sweeter and something that's in the lines of 'Germany'. Until then! And yes. Blonde girl with the Cheers! thing is back. Happy reading and having sore eyes, ya'll!
Dissatisfaction.
I'll never be satisfied. I'm getting tired of this stupid template. Yeahyeah. Tell me about how fast I got tired of it. But I suppose I'll leave it as it is because I really don't want to touch the templates part because I get terribly confused. Kudos to the html idiota. Unless someone volunteers, this template stays as it is. On my way to do that baomihua thing. I promise you I'll never read another newspaper article that's not in English, after I have done scramming to complete this Holiday Homework that's not done during the holidays. I mean, what's a holiday with HOLIDAY homework? So I decided not to spoil everything and leave everything to the last. So here I am. I'm in an irritatable mood. Press one button or in literal sense, fire one stupid word and trigger the blast. I assure you it won't be nice. Ya'll were warned. Constructive criticism not applicable. But anyway, this is my blog, this is where I excercise my language. Where I exercise my own jurisdiction. Phwoarghh. I feel so evil. I'm going to abuse this jurisdiction thing already. I think I'll better stop. Wait. Did I use the word correctly? Gah. Whoooo caressss. My blog, my vocabulary. You don't agree, you spit your name out and tell me. Lemme tell you. I totally dislike Anonymous note leavers. Joie de vivre. Haha, I'm the total antithesis of it. I'm so caustic. And guess what? I'm loving every minute of it. Tip me over and pour me out. Lalala~ This morning's match was funny. Hehe. Highlight. Christiano Ronaldo took off his shirt right after he scored the opening goal, and got a yellow card for it. Everyone watch the encore to make full use of the yellow card he got! It's a sight man! Haha. Other than that, I was supporting both countries, actually, so I was pretty silent during the match. And I can't deny that Maniche's goal was awesome. Although I supported The Netherlands more, they didn't even score one.
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me `Melissa `God `VJC `19 Apr 1989 `Music, my life `Studies, my bane `It's been 23576565 days since this was updated
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