Goodmorning
This is the Algae Residences
How may I help you,

My best friend is the guitar. &I never need boyfriends. I fall in love easily. With random things like country music, vampires,romance novels&colorful pens. To me, Taylor Swift&The Saturdays are awesome. I love little black dresses&scarves. In my spare time, I like to design cards&conduct random science experiments like dipping eggs into acid. Yeah&unlike normal humans, I like science, converging lenses&relative atomic masses included. Secretly, I want to be a doctor& a guitarist on the spy when I grow up. I love nonsense people who make me laugh. &yes, I love inviting people to my house&being invited to other's houses. I hate raindrops, airplanes, Jacob Black&jerks. No, I'd never though that I was smart/gorgeous/talented. I'm just a green colored pond scum. A bitchy one to be precise.
P.S My bitchiness is inherited, so beware of my mom.
P.S And currently, I'm desperate for a new phone&a pair of flipflops.

Indigo'09
1Hcube'08
2HighOnHiccups'09
Modern dancer
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I LOVE HUA MULAN
GENERAL SHANG IS SO DAMN HOT
I'VE FALLEN IN LOVE WITH THIS SONG



OMG. I LOVE TAN ZEMIN.
I WAS LIKE REALLY CRAVING TO WATCH HUAMULAN THIS AFTERNOON.
AND YES, SHE'S THE NICEST GIRL ON EARTH, WENT VIVO, RENT-ED THE MOVIE FOR ME!!!!!
HAHA, MULAN1 ISN'T AS GOOD AS MULAN2.
OHYES AND AFTER MULAN1, WE HAD NO MULAN2 SO WE DID YOUTUBE SCREENING,
HAHAHHAHAHAHAHA.
OHMYGOSH, IT WAS DAMN GOOD.
I CRIED 4TIMES.
4TIMES FOR A CARTOOOOON.
NOT EVEN LIKE HANNAH MONTANA THE MOVIE.
EVERYONE GO WATCH IT,
I LOVE GENERAL SHANG. HE'S COOLER THAN MR JACKSON ALRD, HAHA.

MRS GENERAL SHANG-
ALGAE

OMG. THIS IS GOING TO BE SUCH AN UN-EMO POST.
AND IT COMES WITH A PRICE TAG.
OF MORE THAN 70 BLOODY BUCKS.
ARGH. WHY MUST RETAILED THERAPY BE EXPENSIVE YET EFFECTIVE.
anyway, here are the components that make up my one and a half hour retailed therapy-
30bucks on a cotton on skirt
10bucks at spotlight on ribbons, emblishments and 1 piece of paper - OHDAMN.I'M ADDICTED TO SPOTLIGHT.
15bucks at giordana - daphne's birthday present
6bucks at daiso
11bucks at carrfoure - irene's birthday present
5.10buck at precious thoughts - ON A KEYCHAIN AND A WRAPPING PAPER:O
and my lunch costed only $3.40 - bubble tea plus cream puff.
OMG. i'm damn poor now,
NICOLE OWES ME 4BUCKS.
KRYSTAL OWES ME 4.50BUCKS.
DENISE OWES ME 8BUCKS.
MELODY OWES ME 3.50BUCKS.
I OWE MY MOM 20BUCKS, GRRRR.

OHWELL, dancers! if you're contributing to daphne's present, lemme know. i'll include your name in the card. and GO BUY IRENE/STELLA'S PRESENT(: i bought mine already, WOOHOO. i bought melody a present also. OOPS, i forgot to buy sharon's. OHNO.

and i need to buy jolene her birthday present, and start planning amanda's one already. OHSHUCKS.

HOW COME NO ONE TOLD ME THERE'S ONLY 1 MORE MONTH, 4 MORE WEEKS, 30MORE DAYS, 720MORE HOURS, 43200MINUTES, 2592000SECONDS TO ENDYEARS.
HELL, HELL, HELL.
HOW, HOW, HOW.
I HAVEN'T EVEN STARRRRRTED STUDYING.
CRAP-
1. SCIENCE - ESPECIALLY DARN OLD PHYSICS, i'm telling myself if you don't like the subject or you suck at it, you're supposed to work even harder and not shun it. so yes, physics, i'm ready to take you on.
2. GEOG
3. MATH - if mr chueeeee is reading this, he'll be so proud of me. RIGHT, i think he'll be proud-er IF i do my math homework, HAHA, i'm the only one who hasn't handed it in yet. OOPS. but it's not as if i'm going to do.
HAHA, the rest i don't really intend to study.

HAPPY TEACHERS DAY TO ALL THE NO-LIFE TEACHERS WHO READ MY BLOG. HAHA.
stupid PCs and the teachers day concert, NOW I'M DYING TO WATCH MULAN AND COACH CARTER, AND RE-WATCH MY DA CHANG JIN! OOH, I MISS HER SOOO MUCH. I THINK I'LL BUY HER DVD. IF I EVEN HAVE MONEY LEFT.

HAHA,OHKAY. me, nicole and krystal (have you found your wallet?) had a pep-to-pep talk with mr chueee today.
HAHA,is someone jealous.
OHKAY, we were like being frigging retarded. asking him how many PHYSICAL EDUCATION OF SINGAPORE shirts does he have. he says he's got a dozen. why am i not surprised. HAHAHAH,

MISS BRISLIN ROCKS MY SOCKS OFF(: I LOVE HER TO THE MAX, i think she's got an absolute flair for dancing and the dance she made up was amazing. miss jasmine ong was another one who could actually DANCE. HAHAHA, madam zetty very,very,very cute.
OHMYGOSH, MR JACKSON IS AS HOT AS THE INNER CORE OF THE SUN - which is like if i'm not wrong, 15million degree celcius
HAHA, I THINK I HAVE A PREFERENCE FOR GUYS WITH BLOND HAIR. HAHA, HE'S HOT ANYWAY. hotter and better-looking than eugenia's and jarule's mr sng. HAHAH! and surely hotter than chueee.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY IRENE-
STAY RETARDED (YOU ALWAYS DO) AND PRETTY AND AMAZINGLY SMART (I DON'T HOW YOU MANAGE WHEN YOU DON'T EVEN STUDY)
KEEP THE FLAME FOR DBSK ALWAYS LIGHTED UP, AND SMILEEEE FOR ME
HAPPY 14TH, WE'RE OFFICIALY THE SAME AGE. 2MORE YEARS TO NC-16 MOVIES. LALA,

Jellyfish are heartless, brainless, bloodless and headless creatures,
you know what, i think my mom is one too.

AMANDA PLAYED SOCCER TODAY, SHAOMIN PLAYED FLOORBALL TODAY.
HOW COME NO ONE PLAYED BASEBALL - I LIKE BASEBALL.
OHWELL,

ALGAE ROCKS EVERYONE'S SOCKS OFF,
I BOUGHT A NEW PAIR OF RED SOCKS(:

A winner is that person who gets up one more time than she is knocked down-

Why Bougae should have won- Cause they had brilliant synchronisation
Why Ole should have won- Cause they didn't exceed the budget and had creative costumes
Why Garde should have won- Cause they had marvellous stunts and the ability to drive the spectators laughing
Why Ixora should have won- Cause they had absolutely cool dance steps
So basically, everyone had been fantastic out there. I believe every single house could do better IF the school made us cheer on the BLOODY TRACK and not on the squishy, muddy floor which made everyone slip and fall. So much for safety.

And YES, sorry Celastine! It wasn't meant to be an insult to OLE. It wasn't meant to be a compliment to ROSE. And I'm sincerely apologetic if my comment has offended you in any way or another.

And another thing, I need to do thank-ing and stuff like LINGYI.
To my dear Capt and Vice-capt:
You two have been the bestest ever and the dance steps were brilliant(: Thank you for all the time y'all spent on thinking and thinking and worrying! Especially Lingyi, also being so troubled by our incapabiltiy to do our stunts.

To Aliah, BoonHui, Cyrstal and Jesslyn:
I have to thank this people for being oh so wonderful and hilarious, bringing life to cheer thanks to your laughter and pyscho jokes.(BOONBOON AND CRYSTAL!) Thank you for your screaming laughter, tears, perspiration (NOTE- SWEAT IS FOR ANIMALS) and constant nagging(HAHA)

To Celine, Denise, HuiJie, HuiYing, Melody and Yixin:
Yes to my gorgeous and sexy classmates and dancemate, thank you for joining cheer, making cheer '09 such a memorable one.

To Nicolette, Shiri and WeiQi:
Thank you for being the most adorable juniors ever(WEIQI) Thank you for being there, always willing to stand up and practice and do your best for ROSE cheer.

Now, after the rainbow comes the storm. I'm in a complaning mood.

Whatthefuck is wrong with my mother?
Just because she's PMS-ing and has essays to rush out for her whatever degree in preschool teaching, she must deprieve me of shopping.
Whathtefuck. Somemore, I'm not going to Orchad Ion to prance about like My Little Pony from shops to shops. I'm going to the fucking Spotlight to get emblishments and fancy weave paper to make teachers day card.
Whatthefuck. And my brother has not done anything wrong, you don't need to fucking snap at him as though he's an imported slave from South Africa.
Whatthefuck. Just because you don't feel like talking, you go around the house, mopping about and refusing to cook lunch for your fucking kids and caused your daughter to get fucking gastric.
Whatthefuck. So now I'm stuck at home with 4rolls of ribbon, zero fucking fancy paper and a teeny weeny stack of colored papers to do my Teacher's Day card. I can't even go out to buy the fucking presents.
Whatthefuck is your problem, seriously.

I need to start adapting Jodi Picoult's way of writing her stories.
I'm going to make sure my stories aren't going to be that shallow anymore.
I'm going to do research.
Yes, and first things on my list is to start communication with boys. Anykind, even gay ones can give me a better insight. I'm going to start liking some of them, to really experience it, hate some of them, and yes, stuff like it. Doesn't it sound fucking thrilling?
And then I have start online shopping, looking Versace dresses, Channel suits and Jimmy Choo heels.
I have to start learning French phrases and digging into online French menus to provide my protagonists with the bestest food in the world. Not forgeting, vintage champagnes.
And I have just generated 294569584948490 new ideas of my stories and lost 4059867860 due the fact that I'm too busy.
Ugh. Life fucking sucks.

Love,
ALGAE

I LOVE MUSH-MEH-LOWS. YES, THE MUJI ONES WITH LEMON FEELINGS AND QUISHY YELLOW OUTSIDES
I HATE BLOGGERS AND PHOTOBUCKETS. ONE DOESNT ALLOW ME TO UPLOAD PHOTOS, ONE UPLOAD PHOTOS WITH SUCH MINUTE SIZES.
OHWELL, YOU JUST HAVE TO MAKE DO WITH THIS):


NOBODY NOBODY BUT ROSE, CLAP, CLAP, CLAP



OHKAY, I'm trying to identify who's who.

I think the sparkles make us look as though we've got a chronic case of dandruff.


HAHA,traffic jam,YES,i remember! Luckily, Huiying stood there like a nice centre(:

SHIREEEEE!TSK,you never bend down your head!

HAHA! YES, JESSLYN'S UNGLAM! I'M SO PROUD OF MYSELF.

HAHA,so cute.


CELINE TSANG JIE SOMETHING, HAHA.

OUR PREFECTO CARTWHEEL STUNT. GRRR. THE PHOTGRAPHER SO BIASED, NEVER TAKE OUR OTHER PERFECTO CARTWHEEL STUNT.

CELINE LOOKS RETARDED HER, HAHA, NO OFFENCE. BOON LOOKS BLUR.

TSK! WHAT'S BOONBOONHUIHUI SMILING AT? CELINE'S ASS? HAHA,

THEY'RE ALL BOWING DOWN TO ALGAE *WINKS*

MELODY! WHY COME UP SO FAST? TSK,

SEE THE DANDRUFF, HAHA.

BOOM, AH, AH, AH.

FINAL STUNT WITH UNGLAM ALGAE AND SHAKY BOONBOONHUIHUI. HOW COME I'M THE ONLY SPOTTER GRINNING LIKE A SPASTIC CELASTINE - YES, THAT'S AN INSULT TO YOUR SPASTIC FACE. HAHA!

NOW I UNDERSTAND LINGYI AND HER 'WIDE SMILE'. THIS IS UNGLAMIMOSITY!

IDK WHAT'S THIS, HAHA. LOOKING OUT SOMEWHERE?


CRAB FLOWER CLUB WITH GORGEOUS PEOPLEthis is the first time i actually like my dressing. HMMM... i think the scarf made quite a sophiscated difference, don't ya think so?


SHAKY KRYSTAL AND ME, CAMWHORING IN THE TOILET. YES, THE TOILET IN WHICH WE RUSHED TO PUT EYESHADOW AND BLUSHER FOR DANCE.

DANCER, OHKAY, NOW, SPOT THE SIMILIARITES. WHO'S WEARING WHAT, WHAT.

4A! SHAOMIN! ADELINE(MY RUNNING-WITH-BANNER PARTNER1)! SOMEONE! MY RUNNING-WITH-BANNER PARTNER2!

MY VERY VERY PRETTY WENMIN,

DENISE, ME, HUIYING!

MR SNG, SNG! SIGHS, HIS LOVERS ARE STANDING NEXT TO HIM. HAHA!

DENISE AND MACS AND SHAKER FRIES

MELO-DYYYYYY

HAHA,KRYSTAL AND HER DUMB-ASS TRICK ON JARULE.

DAMN COOL RIGHT? HAHA, I KNOW. I'M THE BESTEST PHOTOGRAPHER ON EARTH.

UM, UNGLAM DENISE. I MEAN, DENISE IS FOREVER UNGLAM RIGHT? HAHA.

OHKAY, I'M OFFICIAILLY DECLARED AS THE NICEST PERSON ON EARTH FOR UPLOADING SO MANY PICTURES WHILE I'M SUPPOSED TO BE DOING MY ENG COMPREHENSION OR MY HISTORY ESSAY OR MY MATH HOMEWORK.


HAPPY BIRTHDAY BIMBO
HAHA, MRS JAI, YOU'RE GETTING OLDER, WE TOOK DAMN LONG TO PUT ALL THE CANDLES YOU KNOW. YOU NEED AN ULTRA HUGE CAKE TO FIT ALL THE CANDLES IN! MUAHAHAHA.
AND YES, STOP CALLING ME A BIMBO OR ELSE YOU'LL HAVE TEACHERS DAY CARD ADDRESSED TO THE BIMBO! HAHA,

OHKAY AND YES, SMASH IT IN ALOYSIUS WONG'S FACE. HOW GLAD AM I THAT HE DOESN'T READ MY BLOG.
ROSE WON THE DAMNED CHEER, OHKAY. NOT YOUR BELOVED ******'S TEAM. HAHA, NO OFFENCE TO OLE. AND I CENSORED THE NAME TO PROTECT ******! HAHA,

NEXT POST OHKAY? I'LL REALLY BLOG ABOUT CHEER, LIKE DEDICATE STUFF AND THANK PEOPLE, HAHA. YES.
NOW I'M GOING TO SHOP(:
I WANT NOBODY, NOBODY BUT YOU!
ALGAE

Different people express their strongest emotions in varied ways-
Nicolette asked if I was an angry person;
I express my frustration and desire and helplessness through my guitar-playing and my novel-spinning and inflicting pain on myself and drinking medicines
My dad expresses his emotions through shopping - Hmm... Isn't that what I had inherited from him
My mom expresses her emotions through locking herself in the room and crying
My bro expresses his emotions through screaming at the top of his voice and burrowing his head into the bed like an ostrich before crying
OHWELL,plus it's not illegal scribbling profanities on my fullscap or singing to Lily Allen's Guess who's batman
And I've decided not to do it anymore - it doesn't work
Forcing yourself to stretch - feeling the ache, the strain on your tendons, feeling how the pain travels from nerve cell to nerve cell in your spine - it's a better way, I get to become more flexible and at the same time, relieve stress.
HAHA,and denise called me a sadomasochist - one who feels pleasure when he inflicts pain on others or when others inflict pain on himself
Cause I was like watching - or rather, enjoying - Sorority Row's trailer
That intent gaze on the television at Macs as I watched the stalker serial killer eliminating girl by girl; He'd jabbed the car jack into the girl's chest - I liked the bloodied girl's body, Hmm... that sounds wrong - The guy shoved the glass bottle into another girl's windpipe while she was drinking, the frenzy when the stalker texted them the picture of the carjack which had killed on of their sisters.
How thrilling - but it's taking a long time to come to Singapore, and judging by the gore and horror, it's going to be NC16
And yeah, it's the exact opposite of Jennifer's body. One if about girls murdering guys while the other is about guys stalking and killing girls



Anyway, here's the trailer. And I think it's wonderfully scuplted. Can't wait to watch it.

I WANT NOBODY NOBODY BUT ROSE
WE WON BOTH CHEER AND HOUSE OVERALL!
Smash this in ALOYSIUS WONG'S face.
CONGRATS 4A!
CONGRATS ON WINNING THE SOMETHING CLASS AWARD:D
AND THANKYOU FOR HELPING US WIN THIS YEAR-

Right, the most ridiculous thing on Earth was to put dancers to run a relay with VOLLEYBALLERS, TRACK AND FIELD-ERS, BADMINTION-ERS, BASKETBALLERS
Despite the fact that we knew we would lose- we still ran(:
HAHA,and Celastine wanted to dance instead of running, but in the end she didn't, she continued jogging with that spastic face plastered onto her skin.
Sighs, Celastine will always be Celastine.

YES, Crab flower club had been amazing and brilliant!
I loved the girls in pink and purple, they were so damned cute.
OHWELL, I like the part about the romance and the 'going up the skirt thing' and the bittergourds(:
YES! And I knew the purple girl was raped - Why am I so smart! LALA,

WHY MUST SHE BE SO GORGEOUS - Stop it, Celastine, you know it's not you
She's so refined and polished, so gorgeous and amazing, so photogenic and humorous.
GRRR! AND SHE STARED AT ME FOR DRAPING THE BLOODY WHITE SCARF AROUND MY NECK):
Tsk! I really bought the scarf, not because I wanted to like really stalk her fashion sense or something like that.
GRRR. And now, she thinks I'm a freak.
And then the other one is SOOO cute(: HAHA,but i didn't like her skirt. OHWELL, didn't get to take picture with her.
HAHA! ME AND WENMIN HAS NO FATE WHEN IT COMES TO TAKING PICTURES):
GRR. And LB the mugger didn't go for the play, SAD.

Ain't it sad, you can't forget about what we had-
Take a look at her, do you like what you see-
Or you wish it was me-

Why am I so proud of myself that I didn't let any CATHIGH guys into my blog?

OOHYES, I just did housework, miraculously - like ironed my own clothes and shoving them into my wardrobe.
But the bad thing is I threw away, 2 shirts, 1 sweater and 1 skirt.
And I need to buy at least 1 decent dress, 1 outerwear, 1 skirt and 1 new pair of jeans. SIGHS.

LOVE,
ALGAE

REPEAT AFTER ME-LIFE SUCKS IN GENERAL.
despite ditching cheer and having a low-heartbeat rate kind of dance today, MY FEVER STILL HAS NOT SUBSIDED!
GOSH,life sucks.
and i'm run out of paracetamol -GRR,nobody reminded me not to take so much in case i really need it.
GOSH,life sucks.
even so, panadol is lousy. took it last night and my blistering heat is still turned for the entire today.
GOSH,life sucks.
and i feel so cold now, despite locking myself in the room with no ventilation and not switching the air-conditioning unit on. plus, i'm wearing a sweater over my tanktop with shorts. and i'm like half-shivering?
GOSH,life sucks.
even after a cold shower- like really icy cold, the kinds you take at camps-i'm still burning at thirtysixpointeight.
GOSH,life sucks.
and i'm trying to do math with a headache the size of the himalayas.
GOSH,life sucks.
i have no appetite to eat -had soup for dinner-but is going to die of gastric in the middle of night.
GOSH,life sucks.
cheer aggragavated my old knee injury,now i'm limping with the all the muscle aches in the world.
GOSH, life sucks.
and my skin is starting to itch. i wonder why.

herpes zoster- also more commonly known as SHINGLES
YES,ITS THAT THING AMANDA GOT AND COULDN'T DANCE FOR SYF PRESENTATION.
HAHA,i don't think i'm having that. cause i got it once and yeah, it's like a complication of chicken pox hibernating in your cells till it decides to wake up and see the world.
but it's contagious. LALA, i love shingles. it makes me have scars on my left waist. HAHA,only there.so weird.

THE BESTEST DANCE PRACTICE I'VE HAD IN MONTHS.
laoshi was being extremely witty and creative today.
daphne was being extremely retarded today -YOU GOT ME INTO A BIG HEAP OF SCOLDING! I'M GOING TO THROW YOU INTO THE LANDFILL.
suyu was being extremely well- how do i phrase it- a source of entertainment? HAHA,you and irene rocks my socks off man, with your dance(: it's not meant to be an insult
OHKAY, overall, dance was great.
we were like playing imaginary badmintion and volleyball! HAHA,yes, i should have recorded it down.
if we dancers became badmintioners or volleyballers, we wouldn't even beat the kindgardenters at it.HAHA.
fun&tiring,HAHA! LAOSHI IS GOING TO BRING SCOTCHTAPE TO SEAL MY MOUTH.
GRRR.how come all teachers like to use scotchtape or making tape to seal my mouth.BUT TOO BAD,i have strong lip muscles-i can tear through the sticky tape.LALA.

ANYWAY,LIFE STILL SUCKS.
I'M GOING TO FAIL MY MUSIC EXAM.
LIT PLAY WAS HUMILIATING.
I'M SPECULATING WHETHER TO GO TO SCHOOL TOMORROW.
I'M HESISTANT ON WHETHER TO GO FOR CAT HIGH DANCE MEETING ON FRIDAY- GRRR. I'LL BE SO EXTRA THE ONLY SEC2 THERE! AND HE'LL BE THERE! OHKAY, MAYBE NOT 'HIM' ONLY. THEY WILL BE THERE! ONE, TWO, THREE! THE LAST PEOPEL IN THE WORLD THAT I WANT TO SEE. HMMM.... BUT IT'LL BE AN EYE-OPENER. MAYBE I CAN EVEN STOP THE DANCE CAMP FROM EVEN HAPPENING-AREN'T I EVIL.
I'M GOING BONKUS ON MY DRESS SELECTION FOR FRIDAY'S PLAY.

http://fund-me-please.webs.com
BE KIND, SAVE A SOUL- OR RATHER, MY SOUL.

LOVE,
ALGAE THE BIMBO LOVES NADIAH THE KIASU, FARHANA THE NERD AND SRUTHI THE HARDWORKING.
HMMMM.. THE BLONDE AMONG THE BRUNETTES WHO HAPPEN TO BE ULTRA-FAST PEOPLE WHO CAN DO STATISTICS QUESTIONS AT THE SPEED OF LIGHT.

OHYMFREAK,i'm having a damned fever.
really pretty high. thirtyeightpointthree!
and i finished all my paracetamol in the fridge, in the medicine box, in my room, EVERYWHERE!
AND I HAVEN'T FINISHED MATH.
OR D&T.
HELL, i'm really tired. I REALLY NEED MY BEAUTY SLEEP - OR IN THIS CASE MY HEALING SLEEP.
cause my main reason that causes my fevers and gastrics and stuff IS OVER EXTERTION DURING CHEER/DANCE/JOGGING - i dun give a damn about jogging cause i enjoy it! HAHA,
OHMYFREAK, i have to ditch cheer tomorrow cause if i don't the chances of me falling ill before sports day is like 3985768393757%
FUCKand remind me not to join cheer next year cause it gives you HEADACHES, GASTRIC, FEVER AND MUSCLES ACHES THAT EVEN BODY BUILDERS SUFFER FROM.
AND YES, i got slammed/dunked/punched/kicked in the face/eye/nose of the bridge while doing some stunt today - HAHA,i short-term memory, totally forgot which one was it
AND YOU KNOW WHAT? MY LEFT EYE WENT LIKE REALLY BLUR FOR ONE FUCKING HOUR. OH HELL, AND IT HAD THAT STINGING, HOT FEELING. AS THOUGH WATER WITH HIGH SALINITY LEVELS POURED/DRIPPED/SPLASHED INTO YOUR EYES. IT WAS BLOODY PAINFUL AND YES, I WAS ACTING TOUGH AND LOVING IT. CAUSE I LIKE THE WAY PEOPLE DON'T KNOW HOW I FEEL. AND YES, I LIKE PAIN. DON'T ASK WHY. HMMM... MAYBE I'M A MASCHOCIST - is that how you spell, have a feeling it's not - DON'T REALLY BOTHER CAUSE I KNOW I'M WEIRD INSIDE OUT. AND YES, DID I MENTION I ENJOY SUCKING MY BLOOD CAUSE I THINK IT TASTES DAMN GOOD, LIKE SOME KIND OF BETTER-TASTING SOUP. HMMM.... MAYBE I SHOULD CONSIDER BEING A VAMPIRE.

OHYES, I LOVE TYPING IN CAPS CAUSE IT MAKES ME HIGH INSTEAD OF MAKING WANT TO COVER MY LEFT EYE AND FORGET THAT I HAVE LITERATURE LINES TO MEMORIES AND JUST FLING MY ENTIRE BODY AND SINK IT INTO MY SPRINGY MATTRESS.

HELL, I NEED TO START WORKING HARD. HAHA! I HAVE BEEN SAYING THAT FOR A LONG TIME-
ANYWAY, YES, I ONLY GOT 2A1S THIS COMMON TEST. OH, FUCK IT. AND I PASSED MY CHEENA. OHKAY, SO THESE THINGS CHEER ME UP.
HMMM... ON THE DOWN SIDE, I NEARLY FLUNK MY HISTORY. I FLUNK MY MATHS. ANDYES, MY SCIENCE. MY SCIENCE MARKS MAKE ME WANT TO CRY EVERY SINGLE TIME. I SO CAN'T WAIT FOR MRS YEO TO RETURN ME MY PAPER.
YES YES YES! MY GUITAR IS AN ULTRA-HUGE DISTRACTION!
HOW DO YOU EXPECT ME TO FOCUS WHEN I HAVE THIS WONDERFUL INSTRUMENT WHICH HAPPENS TO BE MY PASSION RIGHT NEXT TO ME?I'M GOING TO FAIL MY MUSIC EXAMS ARRGGGGH. I HAVE FREAKING STAGE FRIGHT. I TELL YOU, NEXT WEEK, I'M GOING TO GO UP THERE AND FAINT. AND MY GUITAR WILL COME DOWN, CRASHING, TUMBLING INTO A MESS. WAHAHAHA! GRRRR. I WANT AN A. A FOR AMANDA. A FOR APPLE. A FOR ALGAE. A FOR... ALLOYS. RIGHT. OOH, LEMME REPLY TAGS.

BOONHUI- YES!I MISSED YOU, ISN'T IT A MIRACLE. HAHA, IT'S LIKE DURING CHEER, THERE'S ALWAYS THIS EMPTY SPACE INFRONT OF ME INSTEAD OF THE SHAKIGN BUTT! HAHAHAHAHAHA(:
AISHU - HAHA! YES, I MADE IT DISCREET ENOUGH, DUDE. ANYWAY, I DON'T CARE. THEY CAN'T SUE ME FOR WHATEVER SEXUAL HARRASMENT OR DEFRAMENT - IF THERE'S SUCH A WORD, HAHA! - LALA, ONLY THE SMART PEOPLE WILL KNOW WHO I'M REFERRING TO! LALA, AND YES, I WANT TO BE A LESBIAN. SICK OF GUYS ALREADY! HAHA, GOT SUCH THING OR NOT. I KEEP CHANTING: I WANT TO BE GAY, I WANT TO BE GAY AND WILL I BECOME KRYSTAL NUMBER2? LALA. YES, I LOVE MY A_ _ _ _ _ _ AND S_ _ _ M _ _ HAHA! NOT YOU LA, EXTRA. I ONLY GO FOR PRETTY GIRLS! YOU OWE ME FIFTEEN BUCKS, LOUSER.
JOLENE - HAHA! I CANNOT STAND ALL OF THEM. NOT JUST THE METALS, ALL! ALL! ALL! HAHA, CANNOT CHILL, I'M TOO HOT. LALA. AND I LOVE CHEM, CHEM ROCKS MY SOCKS OFF. BIO IS THE BESTEST THING MAN HAS EVER CREATED. PHYSICS IS COOL, SEE MY BLOG POST! HAHA, I'M LEARNING ELECTRICITY NOW! I KNOW YOU'RE LEARNING ABOUT THERMAL SOMETHING! HAHA, I SO PRO! I WANT TO READ YOUR BIO TEXTBOOK(:
CELASTINE - WHO'S YOUR CHEM TEACHER? IS SHE AS LOUSER AS YOU! TSK, YOU AND YOUR BRIGHT BLOGSKIN.

OHKAY, I'M DOING THE UNTHINKABLE NOW. GRRRR... ALL THANKS TO WHO LA, WHO LA, JOLENE!
YOU AND YOUR BRILLIANT IDEA, I'M LIKE TOTALLY FREAKING OUT NOW.
GOSH, I WANT TO BE A LESBIAN! HAHAHAHA, AM I WEIRD. I THINK I AM.
OOH. LAOSHI IS FROM MILENNA INSTITUTE! HAHA,DAMN FUNNY SIA.OK, INSIDE JOKE.
BUT STILL, HAHA! I'M STARTING TO LOVE CHINESE AND LAOSHI! I THINK SHE'S ULTRA-COOL.

SPEAKING OF WHICH, TCHERS DAY COMING. OHNO. HAVEN'T DONE ANYTHING.
CRAP, CRAP, CRAP.
AND I HAVEN'T THOUGHT OF WHAT TO WEAR FOR THE CRAB FLOWER CLUB PLAY! GRRR... IF *COUGH*COUGH* IS GOING, I HAVE TO PUT IN MORE CONSIDERATION WHEN I PICK THE CLOTHES FROM MY WARDROBE. HMMM.... A DRESS? ANYONE WANTS TO WEAR A DRESS WITH ME? BE MORE FEMININE? HAHA, ESPECIALLY EUGENIA! GO SEDUCE HIM! HAHAHAHA, AND YES, I WANT TO GO TO LIBRARY, OR RATHER, I NEED TO GO TO THE LIBRARY CAUSE THE STUPID JARULE WENT TO STEAL MY LOUSIE BAGSHAWE AND I'M DOWN TO READING TWILIGHT AGAIN. AND NEXT, I'LL BE READING THE DIARY OF ANNE FRANK.

WAIT, WAIT, WAIT.
I OWE ALOT OF PEOPLE ALOT OF THINGS.
HAHA, I OWE YINGYI HER DRESS AS A BIRTHDAY PRESENT.
I OWE IRENE/STELLA HER DBSK SINGLE.
I OWE DAPHNE HER CHEER YOU UP TEE - SORRY AH, NO TIME TO GO OUT. HAHA! OR ALL THE HIGH-CLASS PLACES I GO DON'T SELL YOUR SHIRT!
I OWE JOLENE HER EARLIATED BIRTHDAY PRESENT - I KNOW CELASTINE IS VERY JEALOUS CAUSE I DIDN'T GET HER ANYTHING.
I OWE DAYNA A PURPLE GAY WALLET FOR HER BIRTHDAY PRESENT
I OWE... HMMM... HOMEWORK. TONS OF THEM. SHIT, CRAP, DANG, DAMN. WHERE'S MY YINGYONGWEN.
AND I HAVEN'T DONE MATH YET - NEVERMIND, TOMORROW THEN CHIONG.

OHMYFUCK, FUCK, FUCK. I'M HAVING CRAMPS, LIKE REALLY BAD LEG CRAMPS. GRRR... MUST BE CHEER! YOU KNOW I WAS LIKE LIMPING THE ENTIRE WAY HOME CAUSE I GOT LIKE SOME STUPID DAMNED KNEE DISLOCATION. AND ME, BEING THE POOR LONER THAT I AM, WALKED ACROSS THE FIELDS OF BISHAN - WHICH WAS LIKE REALLY HUGE, HAHA, FROM THE STADIUM TO BUS INTERCHANGE-, SINGING TAYLOR SWIFT'S TELL ME WHY CAUSE I WAS SO DAMNED BORED AND I NEEDED A SONG TO SING THAT I COULD CRY ALONG WITH IT CAUSE MY EYE - AS MENTIONED ABOVE, BECOME BLOODY BLURLY TILL I COULDN'T EVEN SEE MY FINGERS, HAHA. - WAS TEARING AND YEAH, SO. LIFE SUCKS IN GENERAL. AND REMIND, NO CHEER NEXT YEAR. EVEN IF THEY'RE OFFERING ME 4958660929MILLION DOLLARS. GASTRIC, HEADACHES, VOMITTING, FEVERS AND MUSCLE CRAMPS ARE NOT WORTH IT.

I DIDN'T BUY SLEEPING PILLS FOR NICOLE TODAY, AND I OWE MYSELF A TREAT TO PANADOL.
MUAHAHAHA(:

YOU KNOW WHAT, SOMETIMES I WISHED I WAS SOME KIND OF LESBIAN DRUG ADDICT. HAHA, I DON'T KNOW WHY. JUST A RANDOM THOUGHT.

HAHA, I CAN'T GET OVER THE FACT THAT LUCAS TILL IS SO DAMN GORGEOUS.
I HAVENT DONE MY MATH OR MY HISTORY ESSAY AND NEITHER IS MY D&T COMPLETE.
YOU KNOW WHAT, I'M TOO TIRED. I'M JUST GOING TO DRINK LIKE THE ENTIRE BOTTLE OF COUGH SYRUP AND GO TO BED.
SERIOUSLY, LIFE SUCKS IN GENERAL. AND I LIKE PHYSICS SOMEHOW EVEN THOUGH I KNOW I SUCK TO THE BOTTOM OF HELL AT IT.

I'M LOOKING FORWARD TO SEC3, PLEASE, PLEASE, TRIPLE SCIENCE. HMMM... CAN I TAKE FOUR SCIENCES AND DROP 1 MATH?

ALGAE

Bimbo is a term that emerged in popular English language usage in the early 20th century to describe an often physically attractive, unintelligent woman.

OHKAY, LET'S SEE - WHY DOES EVERYONE THINK THAT ALGAE IS A BIMBO.
1. i am NOT physically attractive.
2. i am intelligent - well, if i'm really bimbo, i should rotting away in the secondary schools that accept students who fail and not those who get 257, or top science in the level or top geog in the class(last common test)
3. i don't eat salad and chilled mineral water for lunch - that's what HIGH-CLASS BIMBOS DO - i eat wholemeal bread with barbecue sauce. AND THE REASON WHY i talk about calorie counting in refined and unrefined grains and stuff, is because i am health conscious, NOT BECAUSE I AM A BLOODY BIMBO
4. everyone can talk like a bimbo - it's just a matter of acting, not just me, i swear.

so trying to infer from the evidences below, WHAT MAKES EVERYONE THINK THAT I AM A BIMBO.

rather, i would prefer to refer myself as a BITCH.

A bitch is defined as a female who is malicious, spiteful, unbearable, intrusive, or obnoxious.

I, MYSELF WOULD DEFINE ME AS-
boisterous, obnoxious, overly-critical, profanitical, malicious, stubborn girl.

A slut is defined as a sexually promiscuous woman.
BUT THE POINT IS - PEOPLE WHO DRESS IN TANKTOPS AND MINISKIRTS ARE NOT CALLED SLUTS. EVEN IF THEY ARE, IT IS NOT ILLEGAL TO BE A SLUT. PUH-LEASE, PROSITUITION IS NOT EVEN BANNED, SO WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH TUBES AND SHORT SHORT SKIRTS.
and i'm brought by my sister to bare the skin, to be overly exposed, whatever you call it.
AND HELL, IT IS NOT EVEN ILLEGAL.
you should have seen my niece's wardrobe - she has bare-backs, halters, spaghetti straps, tubes and even bikinis.
for a six-year old girl. RIGHT.

OHKAY, enough of me. moving on-
SCREW ALL METALS. TRANSITION METALS, REACTIVE METALS, NOBLE METALS. YES, AND ALLOYS. STEEL, BRASS, COPPER, BRONZE. YOU NAME IT, I HATE IT.
I KIND OF LIKE HATE MYSELF IN A WAY OR ANOTHER FOR BEING SUCH A DELUSIONAL KID.
I KIND OF LIKE HATE MYSELF IN A WAY OR ANOTHER FOR BEING INFLUENCED BY LOUSIE BAGSHAWE INTO THINKING THAT NICE GUYS OUT THERE actually exist.
I KIND OF LIKE HATE MYSELF IN A WAY OR ANOTHER FOR BEING IN A GIRLS SCHOOL SINCE I WAS 7.
ok- summary: I HATE METALS, you have no idea how much i hate them.

SCREW ALL CHEESE AND CHICKEN, Js and Ks and Ls and Ms and Ns.
RIGHT, OUR CLASS IS A SO-CALLED TAMIL AND HUMANS CLASS. WHEN WE'RE SUPPOSED TO BE THE 2ND BEST IN THE LEVEL BY BEING A MATH AND SCIENCE CLASS.
DUDE, DOES THE SCHOOL KNOW SOMETHING CALL, SEASONS CHANGE AND PEOPLE CHANGE.
IT DOESN'T MEAN THAT IF WE COME TO SOME STUPID BAND1 SCHOOL IN SINGAPORE WITH AGGREGATES HIGHER THAN 255 AND 3ASTARS MEAN THAT WE'LL SURELY SUCCEED IN SCIENCE AND MATH AND THE SUBJECTS THAT MADE EISTEIN FAMOUS.
RIGHT, WE'RE UNDER-PERFORMING. YOU JUST HAVEN'T SEEN 2H YET.
WE'LL PROVE TO THE WORLD. OR RATHER, PROVE TO THE STAFF ROOM.
WE ARE NOT NOTORIOUS FOR HAVING THE MOST HECK-CARE ATTITUDE OR SLACKER-ATTITUDE.
WE HAVE CLASS SPIRIT AND WE CAN CHIONG THE HELL OUTTA EVERYTHING.
WE ARE 2H FOR A REASON.

THE ONES WHO'VE FINALLY OPENED THEIR EYES TO THE NEW WORLD OF REALITY WILL AGREE WITH ME.
SHE IS A BETTER CLASS BITCH THAN ME WHO SHOULD WORK IN VOUGE OR HEAT INSTEAD OF TEACHING.
BECAUSE SHE IS BETTER OFF ANALYZING WHETHER KATY PERRY'S LATEST DRESS TO THE OSCARS OR SOME CMA AWARDS HAS MORE FLOEWRS THAN A BOTANICALS GARDENS OR WHETHER BAI LING HAD HER SEAMTRESS SEWN HER DRESS FROM HER ANCIENT GRANDMOTHER'S CURTAIN.
SHE IS NOT BETTER OFF HERE IN GEYLANG BAHRU, COMMENTING ON OUR BRA SIZES - YES, SO WHAT IF WE'RE NOT OPTIMALLY D-CUPS OR WHATEVER, FOR GOODNESS SAKE, SHE BLOODY CALLED ME, JARULE, NICOLE AND AISHU FLAT-CHESTED - OR ON WHAT WE WEAR TO ESPLANADE OR TO JUNCTION8.
IF SHE PREFERS THE PROFESSION OF A FASHION POLICE THAN TO THAT OF A TEACHING PROFESSION, I'M SURE IT'S NOT ILLEGAL TO QUIT HER JOB.

OHMYGOSH, YES I THINK I'VE BEEN VERY CYCNICAL IN MY PREVIOUS PARAGRAPH AND I'M DAMN WELL PROUD OF IT CAUSE AT LEAST THIS PROVES THAT I'VE ENOUGH ENERGY AFTER COUGHING WHICH IN THE END ESCALATED INTO PUKING OUT MY DINNER AND I'M RE-EATING MY EVENING MEAL AGAIN.

LET'S TAKE A LOOK - LAST YEAR I SAID I'D RATHER GO CGSS OR TKGS RIGHT?
THIS YEAR LET'S COMPARE *COUGH**COUGH* SCHOOL TO SMSS - SAINT MARGARET'S SECONDARY.
GOSH, I LOVE MY MOTHER SCHOOL. I TELL YOU, I'M A GREEN POLKA-DOTTED GIRL AT HEART. I LOVE MY SCHOOL UNIFORM AND I DON'T GIVE A FUCK WHETHER IT IS NAMED AS SINGAPORE'S UGLIEST. I'M PROUD OF IT, DUDE.
THE REASONS WHY *COUGH*COUGH* SCHOOL ACTUALLY CAN HOLD 1400 STUDENTS AND NOT 14 OF THEM IS BECAUSE THE SCHOOL ISN'T JUST MADE OF CONCRETE, CANTEENS AND STAFF ROOMS. IT'S THE PEOPLE WHO MATTER. IT'S THE SPIRIT THAT WE CREATED. IT'S THE FRIENDS WE'VE MADE. IT'S THE LEGACY THAT WE'VE HELD ONTO. WITHOUT ALL THESE, I BET EVERYONE WOULD HAVE APPLIED FOR IP FOR WOULD RATHER TRANSFER TO SINGAPORE'S LOUSIEST SCHOOL ALREADY.
TRUST ME, WHAT HOOKS ME TO THE CONCRETE AND UN-TILED FLOORS OF MY CLASSROOM ARE MY FRIENDS, MY SENIORS - GOSH, YES, MY SENIORS. NOT MY SO-CALLED SCHOOL SPIRIT OR LOVE FOR MY TEACHERS, PASSION FOR LEARNING - ALL THE SO-CALLED VALUES THEY'VE BEEN DRILLING AND HAMMERING INTO OUR MEMORY SPACES IN OUR HEADS.
I MISS VEGETABLE AND SARAH. AND JIA JIA LIANG TEH. AND SHANNY! AND YUESHAN MY BUNNY DARLING! AND ANITA! AND MINYING! AND CHRISTINA! AND CLARA! GOSH, LIFE SEEMS SO BORING WITHOUT YOU DUDES. MY LIFE IS INCOMPLETE -gosh, that sounds mushy.

OK, LET'S ROUND THIS UP.
I HATE MY TEACHERS - I LOVE MDM ZETTY, MDM KOH, MRS TAN ALOT ALOT ALOT(:
I HATE *COUGH*COUGH* SCHOOL
I HATE MY NEW SEATING POSITION WHICH HAS CAUSED ME TO GET A DAMNED NECK ACHE AND I BET BY THE END OF THE TERM, I'LL BE LOOKING LIKE A GIRAFFEEEEE WITH AN EXTENDED NECK.
I LIKE MY NEW SEATING PARTNER/MSP TEACHER/BEST FRIEND(HAHA,YOU WISH)
YES, AND I MISS PEYLING AND JARULE AND KRYSTAL TO THE MAX.

LIFE SUCKS IN GENERAL,
ALGAE

AND TEACHERS - IF Y'ALL REALLY HAVE NOTHING TO DO THAN TO READ OUR BLOGS - HERE'S A SMALL NOTE.
YOU COMPRESS/STRETCH A SPRING TO SO-CALLED GENERATE ELASTIC POTENTIAL ENERGY WHICH IS LATER CONVERTED INTO OTHER FORMS OF ENERGY.
BUT JUST THINK, ISN'T THERE A LIMIT TO HOW MUCH PRESSURE YOU CAN PUT ON A SPRING.
EVEN RUBBER BANDS SNAP.
AND WE, STUDENTS, ARE NOT EVEN ELASTIC. WE'RE MADE OUT OF FLESH AND ARTERIES AND HORMOES.
JUST THINK, IS THERE A LIMIT?

AND A FOOD FOR THOUGHT, *COUGH*COUGH* SCHOOL HAS SINGAPORE'S 2ND HIGHEST RATES OF LESBIAN-ISM. IT'S NOT OFFICIAL BUT WE'RE IN THE CIRCLE, WE KNOW. HOW I WISH I COULD BE A LESBIAN.

if you had a choice, would you rather be
gorgeous and moronic or,
brilliant yet unattractive

OHKAY, there's got to be some name for the illness i'm suffering from -
for a person who usually gets 5hours of sleep per day, i got a 14-hour sleep last night, checking in at 9pm - even earlier than yixin - and rise and shine at 11am, i'm still down with fever and sore throat.
so i've gotten quite an amount of paracetamol into my digestive system, but the fever is still hovering around the 38pointzero mark.
and i'm having loss of appetite, feeling naseous every two hours - but luckily, i'm not puking yet. but very soon, i will.

RIGHT, why am i not in the mood for rose cheer.
cause i should be cheering myself on INSTEAD.
cause rose is very well leading in i don't know what ways, while i'm here losing every single battle.
i keep telling myself that my bloody science results is my fault and i should study. when each time i see the textbook, i cannot help but to cry. IT'S A REMINDER ON HOW STUPID I AM.
i can't seem to remember the fact that i flung my math or gotten an A1 for geography.
and my body doesn't seem to be in the lead against the damned viruses, bacteria or god knows what's attacking me.
i feel so tired.

THE ONLY THING that keeps me going is my GUITAR.
i'm smiling now, that's a good thing.
i'm in the midst of learning FOREVER AND ALWAYS - damn joe jonas, why must he make this song so difficult. i can't change from cadd9 to d chord fast enough. and i still haven't figure the strumming pattern out yet.
ON THE BRIGHTER SIDE, i can play our song already! uh-huh, ohyeah. you don't know how happy i am. i can change the eminor, g, d, a chords fast enough.
LALA- and here's a tip; master your eminor, g, d, a, cadd9 and em7 and you're on your way to be able to play almost all taylor swift songs(:
here's a list of what songs i can play on the guitar as of 23august-




1. the way i loved you - YES! this is my first taylor swift song that i learn(: please listen to it as it is going to be my exam piece
2. fearless - i can't really play this because i screw up the bridge most of the time. screw cadd9
3. best days of your life - it's be kellie pickler but written by taylor swift and it's a gorgeous song
4. you belong with me - i can't create a beautiful strumming pattern out of this. HELP, MELODY!
5. teardrops on my guitar - i learnt this today(: within 3minutes even though i hate the slowness and the presence of the c chord in the song.
6. hey stephen
7. our song - GAH, it took me damn long to get used to the speed-of-light changing chords.
8. chorus of forever and always - it's an accomplishment after 1hour of strumming this the entire afternoon yesterday

OHKAY. maybe i need to look into songs by other artistes. HAHA! i can't play crazier for nuts - melody is really good to play that number.
love story sucks cause there's the bloody f and c chord which drives me nuts, literally.
AH, it feel damn good to be able to play so many songs. I ROCK MY HEAD OFF, DUDE.
next up - miley cyrus.
SORRY, miley-haters, i grew up as a hannah montana fan.
and eugenia! continue working on the guitar, i know you can do it because bimbotic algae has done it(:

OHNO. i've not started on homework. RIGHT.
cause i spent the entire saturday morning shopping(: I BOUGHT THE CAPO and i'm extremely happy.
and i bought new jazz pants, now natasha can't complain about the distracting holes in my jazz pants.
OK, all in all, i spent alot of money.
and you know what, my mom refuses to pay for my cheer stuff which comes up to 26bucks. bloody hell. i had like 30bucks plus at the start of august and now i'm left with nothing, owing jarule 3ocents.
I HATE MONEY but i need it.

I'M FEELING VERY, VERY INSPIRED NOW.
if i have the time and motivation to do so, i'll be able to write out ALL my stories because i'm feeling really cool now B) despite the fever and stuff.
and i just got new plots, waiting to be written. AH, i hate myself for being a slow typer.

I SERIOUSLY AGREE WITH KRYSTAL.
omgosh, I CANNOT STAND HIM.
i mean, what's his problem?
if you LIKE someone, be frank dude.
you're a guy, not a shy and reserved or whatever bimbotic fourteen year old girl like ME.
and what's with the subtle hints and stuff like that which i can totally pick up.
I CANT BELIEVE i actually USED TO like this guy cause his ego was overwhelming.

GOOD MORNING, WELCOME TO THE 21ST CENTURY, SHAKE THE VICTORIAN AGE OFF.
my mom caught my msn-ing GUYS.
and she made it sounds as though it was ILLEGAL to msn guys.
I MEAN, yoohoo, the whole world has moved on.
the world has industrialized and globalized and i bet she's still stuck in the bronze age.
ooh, and i haven't gotten round telling her my marks. cause i feel so damn depressed about it myself.

OHRIGHT. SCREW THE GUY WHO WEARS THE SAME SHIRT EVERYDAY SITTING IN THE PE STAFF ROOM.
he can't teach for nuts, i swear.
or else more than half of our classes wouldn't fail THAT particular subject.
and it seems that his sec1 classes aint' doing THAT well either.
i miss mr chan -even chan's jokes make more sense.

I MISS JOGGING.
don't ask why, i just feel like that. and sports day is like next friday?! gasps.

A LAST MINUTE DEDICATION-
HAHAHAHAH! i can't believe i'm doing this,
anyway, this goes out to ceLAStine and LINGYI(:
you know all along my damned blogger has been so screwed, and then after i posted this post and went to my blog and read your tags, i realized i should be a nice girl and reply my dear seniors tags!
AND THEN when i went back the blogger, blogger is WORKING! the miracle of the century.
HAHAHAHAHA! i love ceLAStine and LINGYI(:
:DDDDDDDDDDD
ohkay, anyway, i think my posts are always like one happy, one sad, one happy, one sad. THAT'S NOT GOOD):
ok, nevermind. LALA. i shall stop emo-ing about my science results - well, hopefully - because ceLAStine finally admitted that i'm her dear sister. LALALA(:
and lingyi loves me -HOHO, i'm leaving out the part that i love her.
hmmm, maybe lingyi, you're interested in joining the family tress(: AND YES, you're the bestest cheer captain in the world(: me and krystal love you alot, alot, alot, alot.
HAHA! jarule, you owe me $12.20, minus the 30cents i borrowed from you. and my blue laces don't go with my SHAOMIN shoes. sad, i need peyling. HAHA!

CHEER SUCKS THE LIFE OUTTA ME,
algae

regret[noun]
[countable usually plural, uncountable] sadness that you feel about something, especially because you wish it had not happened

I HATE MYSELF
THE MORE I THINK OF IT, THE MORE I WANT TO CRY - as if i'm not crying already
IT WAS THE ONLY FUCKING SUBJECT I COULD DO WELL IN!
DON'T TELL ME OTHER PEOPLE GOT LOWER THAN ME, CAUSE THAT'S NOT WHAT YOU TELL YOURSELF WHEN YOU WANT TO BE BETTER
I TELL MYSELF- THERE ARE MORE THAN 50PEOPLE OUT THERE WITH A SCORE HIGHER THAN ME
AND YOU WERE THE FUCKING FIRST IN THE LEVEL 3MONTHS AGO AND WHAT HAPPENED?
YOU DIDN'T STUDY, YOU DIDN'T BOTHER, YOU THOUGHT YOU GOT FIRST ONCE AND YOU COULD GET IT AGAIN.
AND I PROVED MYSELF WRONG. AND I DON'T BLAME THE TEACHER BECAUSE I KNOW SHE HAS PUT IN HER UTMOST EFFORT.
IT WAS ME, FUCK ME. IF I HAD STUDIED, IF I HAD MANAGED MY TIME BETTER, IF I HAD NOT BEEN SO CARELESS, I COULD HAVE GOTTEN SEVERAL MORE MARKS.
WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH ME?!
SCIENCE IS MY PASSION, MY LIFE. AND I JUST THREW IT AWAY.
FUCK ME.
I REALLY THINK I'VE LOST MYSELF, REALLY THINK SO.

i don't know whether i'm sleepwalking or hallucinating or what.
i went to sleep when i came home, i didn't knew when i woke up but my mom told me i went to the ladies, came out to brush my teeth, took my science textbook and when back to sleep again. UNCONSCIOUSLY. and when i woke up i had a science textbook with me. so, maybe i'm really sleepwalking.
ANYWAY, i realized i've been running a fever the entire day cause i'm like 38pointzero now.
and i don't really care cause i just drank half a bottle of paracetamol and i really wish to start on my d&t and yingyongwen even though i have no idea how to do it.

NO PINK PARKA.
NO PINK CACHE DRESS.
BLAME IT ON YOURSELF, YOU FUCKING STUPID BITCH.
WHO ASKED YOU NOT TO STUDY? WHO ASKED YOU NOT TO PAY ATTENTION?
YOU THINK CLOTHES CAN GET YOU A SCHOLARSHIP? NO.
SO WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING NOW?

i bought blue shoelaces, glue and a black pen.

LOVE,
I'M AS DUMB AS A BIMBO.

HAHA! garde cheer is the funniest ever.

ohmyfish. i hate facebook! it doesn't allow me to embed our rose cheer's weird antics here! and looking at the video made me realize that i miss BOONHUI! so weird right?
):

http://www.facebook.com/video/video.php?v=1210924717372 this is all i could get - the link.

I'M LOSING MY APPETITE! i don't know whether is it a good thing or not.
i eat my dinner, i puke one quater of it out and then start suffering from gastric but can't eat cause food make me puke.
OMG.MY PARACETAMOL HAS FINISHED! now i'm left with panadol extra relief and cough syrup. DAMN SAD.

love,
ALGAE

ohmyfish.the entire day just sucked.
cheer was pretty piss-ful and sweat-inducing.
physical-education was trecherous with dozens of eyes boring into my skin.
science was boring yet efficient.
HELL, when are we getting our papers back?
you know the highest this time is like 26? FUCK, my previous score was 27. i'm really damn sad. i totally screwed this science test up and i really fucking regret it. IT WAS BLOODY HELL, SCIENCE! my passion, my life, my motivation to actually listen up during lessons. why the HELL didn't i study? i'm going to breakdown if i don't get the A1.
and you know what? i really don't give a damn about MATH anymore. despite today i was really being an efficient girl and finished my notes! I FINISHED MY BLOODY NOTES! that's like the miracle of the century. and i miss nadiah my answer supplier.
anyway, here were some stuff that cheered my up when i was like fucking depressed, worrying about my science marks. y'all so have to watch THIS.



MEGAN FOX is ultra-hot. and the amanda sy-something looks abit like nerdy taylor swift. HAHA, but this is a horror movie! and i cannot take gruesome scenes for nuts but i realy want to watch this(:



HAHA,well, an ex-high-school-musical fan would surely be interested in a movie than vanessa hudgens is starring in right? and ratings said that the trailer's crap, too much vanessa and too little aly but the movie's awesome - as quoted. YEAH,but i'd rather watch jennifer's body.

and did i mention i prefer my blog having an all-female audience?
because mr. oh-so-nice benedict ong came up to me and said 'a slut will always be a slut'
WHAT THE HELL. he thinks that i type all the aliments or whatever dieases, illness, infection you call it that i'm suffering from IS A WAY TO GET ATTENTION AND PITY FROM PEOPLE WHO READ MY BLOG.
well, get it straight, my blog is for me to express my feelings and keep track of what happened.
if you think i'm a SLUT then don't read. if you think that i'm looking for self-pity then GET LOST. if you think i'm the sort who wants attraction THAT much, seriously, you don't know me at all.

and what happened today backed up my mom's inference about me having a nerve disorder.
during cheer there was a sudden jolt of elecricity within me. and HELL, half my face - the entire bloody left side- went NUMB. i couldn't feel anything but the pins and needles. so FUCK IT, how do you want me to cheer and well, do the nobody dance like a slut(that's what you think i am right, benedict?)or even actually say the words out. and the whole world was like GNAK GNAK GNAK GNAK.
cheer pisses me off.
the world dissses me off.

and i don't really care if i go back to me paracetamol habits anymore.
and mr benedict, i don't post all my paracetamol consumption on my blog just for people TO ASK OR PERSUADE ME TO STOP DRINKING THE BOTTLE OF PINK SYRUP OR CRUNCHING THE PINK TABLETS.
you know what, i'm so over the pink tablets. i'm going for the white ones which has 4times the dosage.
I ROCK MY HEAD OFF, DUDE.

NATASHA, NATASHA, NATASHA, NAT-A-SHA(ALGAE!)
this is the song that is currently stuck in celastine's head, i know she loves me and natasha too much.
i got i heart stuck in my head, thanks to KRYSTAL LIM la.

ooh,and did i mention my guitar is my favourite object in the world?
and my mom is trying to confiscate it from me.
after beverly actually GAVE (gave is the past tense of GIVE. and when you give something to someone, the person is not obliged to give it back cause it her possession already) me the guitar, my mom is threatening to take it away if i continuing playing it.
WELL, she doesn't want me to msn, she doesn't want to watch tv, she doesn't want to read book, she doesn't want me to go to sleep. then what the hell does she want me to do?
SO ALL I DO AT NIGHT is just to play taylor swift songs on the guitar and cry cause i feel damn well depressed that i don't get to do what i want.
what i really want is to study science, just pure bio and chem alone, with geog. obviously that subject combination doesn't exist. but my mom is like rallying for triple science and going on a strike for the double science political group.
physics is really not my cuppa tea even though 'ohms' are cool and electricity is freaking hard to understand. and my mom is like PHYSICS IS ESSENTIAL, YOU DON'T HAVE A CHOICE. TAKE TRIPLE SCIENCE.
so if i don't buck up, my guitar will slip away from me.
and i'll breakdown and cry because there's no other way for me to express my feelings.
and what i REALLY like to do, is to science-ing around, reading, playing guitar and writing stories.
do note that being BIMBOTIC, dancing or singing or running doesn't make it up here. because it's not who i am.
i know i'm not born to be a dancer. check out my hand-eye co-ordination and you'll know why.
i know i'm not born to be a singer. because till date, no one has ever COMPIMENTED on my singing since the era of my choir conductor whom i really love and adore. and hell, i'm over it. i'm just not good at it. I GIVE UP.
i know i'm not born to run. sports is really so out. i don't understand why the hell i actually even thought of jogging regularly to build up my muscles? screw myself.
i know i'm not born to be a bimbo. remember, bimbo is defined as a pretty, rich and unintelligent female. TAKE A LOOK, WHERE DO I STAND IN ANY OF THE DEFINITIONS? FINE, the unintelligent part. so an unintelligent female is called a DUMB BITCH. or the so-called 'no-brains-no-looks' that the dancers used to call me - and i think no one has any idea how much that insult cost me. not a bimbo.

so you know what, i'm sick and tired of what people say to me.
i'm sick and tired of people commenting that I CANT SING.
i'm sick and tired for J calling my bimbo.
i'm sick and tired of people commenting on my seniors.
i'm sick and tired of people accusing for wanted boy-attention.
i'm sick and tied of people saying i'm not pretty, i'm not smart, i can't dance.
YOU KNOW WHAT? I DON'T GIVE A DAMN ANYMORE.

i'm just going to live life the way i like it.
i'm going to channel all my inspirations and frustration into my music and my stories.
they are the things that control my life. they rock my head off.
not people.

BUT I MISS SCREAMING AND FIGHTING AND KISSING IN THE RAIN
IT'S 2AM AND I'M CURSING YOUR NAME
I'M SO IN LOVE THAT I ACTED INSANE
AND THAT'S THE I LOVED YOU
BREAKING DOWN AND COMING UNDONE
IT'S A ROLLER COASTER KIND OF RUSH
AND I NEVER KNEW I COULD FEEL THAT MUCH
AND THAT'S THE WAY I LOVED YOU
go listen to the song so when i'm having my guitar exams tomorrow, people won't look at me as though i'm singing an alien song.

ONLY PARACETAMOL, TAYLOR SWIFT AND LOUSIE BAGSHAWE CAN LIFT THE HELL OUTTA MY SPIRITS.
not even amanda low or tan shaomin. cause i know that they're fantasies and to reach them, it's impossible. but i really admire them. and i don't care what that black-shoe bitch calls them or calls me. cause they're my motivation.

LOVE MAKES THE WORLD GO SQUARE -
algae
http://fund-me-please.webs.com

3reasons why cheer is a strenous as running a 42km full marathon-
1. it makes me lose my appetite (i had a piece of white bread for dinner)
2. it makes me so tired that i faint out of fatigue and sleep for 1&ahalf hours straight
3. it makes me have FEVER which 101% surprising because my temperature is always 34pointsomething
ANYWAY, i'm having really vivid dreams. and the dreams are like piecing my past together. like i dreamt of bus 44 going straight to the guard house at lingyi's condo. HAHA! which didn't happen, though. and i dreamt of D&T lessons with restaurant city. i dreamt of opera - hmm... must be jolene's convo yesterday.
AND it's like 23958686093 random strung together in a resolution higher than a HD tv. so when i woke up, i was like ooh! WE'RE HAVING CHEER. and realized i had been sleeping on the floor.
HAHA,yes, i sleep on the floor cause i fainted in the living room and i topped the iron over in the process of it.
BABY, yes, i missed my paracetamol ALOT, ALOT, ALOT. i'm drinking it now cause i have fever and i have the bloody reason, period.

3reasons why i hate the chuwee the son-of-a-bitch
1. he's fucking lame
2. he doesn't know his piorities
3. he can't teach for nuts
US: how come sec1s have piorities over us? we have the bloody streaming year.
HIM: why?
US: we sec2 mah!
HIM: y'all sec2 meh. i thought y'all younger.
WTF. J can insult us for all i care but not HIM, the jerk-ass.

and my mom thinks that i have a nerve disorder.
WHY OH WHY, didn't i know that every single body system of mine has a problem. i don't have the best MENTAL HEALTH already(quite apparent right). i don't have a fucking normal, functioning HEART. my gastritis sucks to the max and i have a long-term knee injury. my hips are prone to dislocation. oh well, i did say before right? let me say it again, fuck it.
MOVING BACK, my nerve disorder. you know, when someone her finger over your spine, you'll feel that electric shock kind of feeling, tingly&immediate sensation but... WELL, for me. my mom claims that i have unresponsive nerves. cause i don't feel A BLOODY THING at all when she does that to me on the sly, without me knowing it.

4&andhalf weeks to END YEARS.
i need to start making tcher day cards - you know what, disgusting tchers won't have their share. why waste my effort? my teachers day cards are all HAND-MADE.

http://www.humanforsale.com/ go take the test and see how much you're worth.
I am worth exactly $1,954,850
http://www.am-i-dumb.com/ see how DUMB are you
well, i'm smarter than 63.2% of the people on EARTH, i rock my HEAD off dude

i need to buy a fucking capo but i don't have the cash.
PEOPLE WHO OWE ME MONEY, PAY UP DUDES.
my mom owes me 20bucks.
denise owes me 8bucks.
melody owes me 3.50bucks.
YES! i have 3quaters of the money to buy the CACHE DRESS.

love,
ALGAE

GOSH,nineteen hours to hand-breaking lit and history essay writing.
GOSH,two weeks to sports day and cheer finals.
GOSH,four and a half more weeks to EYE.

no offence to the sec1s but we really have more piority than them.
and that bloody jerk marked their freakin' papers before us?
GOSH, if this hadn't been term3 week8(yes, it's that fast), we would be like 'DOWN WITH THE CHUWEEE DYNASTY'
the slogan that made 1H so famous last year - DOWN WITH THE LENG DYNASTY - it makes me crack up
last year with our dearest CHAN(:, i got like As except for the ultra-difficult test that everyone kind of failed BUT i passed. and this year, i'm only the Bs.
WELL, don't give me that crap that i don't pay attention so i don't get the marks.
do i look as if i even pay attention to ANY lessons? well, maybe abit of science. BUT THIS IS MATHS.
MATHS is torture! ohwell.
SCREW CHUWEEE. i hate him to the max.

i like being in control.
FOR ONCE, during history today, i wasn't like influenced by jarule or krystal!
i was doing my histroy worksheet oh-so-dilligently(: LALALA.
and miss diya showed my work to miss jarule and krsytal IN THE FACE.
OK, I THINK I SOUND LIKE AN EGOISTICAL 10YEAR OLD BARBIE DOLL.
anyway, it feels good to chiong during jogging.
you can feel your muscles burning, tensing, contracting and moving you like the wind.
i've fallen in love with running again - just that i think i can't do SHORT-D for nuts and i'm training my stamina.

ohright.
MERGER AND SEPERATION.
THE LITTLE PRINCE.

http://fund-me-please.webs.com
i need to buy a bloody capo and don't have the funds for it.

love
ALGAE

oh hell, why didn't anyone remind me that no one spends more than 20bucks on chocolates?
grrr. i got so carried away by those lovable kissable chocolate and stuff at OG (screw MEIJI), i spent $21.60 on just bloody chocolate. which seems to taste as good despite the reciept being as long as the great wall of china.

anyway,5reasons why i AM a bimbo-
1. i can't tie my shoelaces - actually i can, but they either come out within the next 20seconds or they stay there forever cause it is a dead knot which no one can untangle
2. i USED TO be obessed over make-up - i think the size of my make-up box can compete with professional make-up artistss
3. i am visually attracted to PINK - and that's an official bimbotic color
4. i am unintelligent
5. i pronounce channel as 'sher-nel' - apparently, in my family, everyone else pronounces it as 'chair-nel' except me for and my older sister

even though there's 5 already, i need to add - i love high heels and i believe that high heels are the most essential part of a lady's life, i do online window shopping at shops i know i can never afford (come on, versace? stella mccartney? ann taylors? who am i kidding), i think there's a need for dieting for every single part of my body, i can't wait to do a manicure

5reasons why i am NOT a bimbo-
1. i am NOT pretty - nor do i have blond hair even though i don't mind getting PINK highlights
2. i have NEVER applied nail polish in my life
3. i'm not the least bit feminine - trust me.
4. i actually like science - bimbos actually ask what in the world is biology, is it a new clothes line, GOSH! and maybe they think that sigmund freud is new york's hottest hair stylist, when he's a long dead horny psychologist
5. i can't think of one more - SHUCKS.

ok, so maybe this proves J right. maybe indeed, i'm the MOST BIMBOTIC CREATURE IN THE WORLD.

ohright. GEOG was tendon-snapping, bone-breaking and wrinkle-inducing.
i have that gut feeling that i got the damned netherland empoldering question wrong.
but at least i knew where was pasir ris and sentosa was - unlike some people...
HAHA.

totally forget to update on CHEER.
saturday's cheer was fun, hmm... maybe it was because of natasha's absence? HAHA! just joking(:
and we are in the lead oh, we are in the lead! ROSE CHEER ROCKS MY SOCKS OFF MAN.
and of all the people, in the world why must chuweee the jerk be the judge? i freaking can't stand him. he's a 101% (oh, mr maths teacher don't tell me that doesn't exists) son-of-a-bitch.
at least mr chan has more compassion and humor and tetesterone than him

right, and i'm becoming taylor swift the paranoid number2.
i just freaking researched on abdominal pains, boob cancer and heartburns.
GOSH,and i realized that the pains that i'm having now either means that i got -
one, ectopic pregnancy (ok,maybe i'm not getting that, but still it matches how i'm feeling now)
two, kidney stones
three, stomach ulcer
four, gastrisis (it's some inflammation of the stomach lining thing)
five, gastroesophageal reflux disease
and i all along thought that it was just plain gastric which i didn't bother to go buy the meds for.
RIGHT, i'm trying to reassure myself that none of the above diseases are fatal.

anyway, i'm feeling like naseous(i haven't puked in 2days so that's a good thing), sharp pain on the left bottom side of my torso, dull and gnawing pain below ribcage, an achy-touchy feeling over the kidneys, trouble swallowing and shoulder aches
and i'm so sorry my mummy-jolene, i drank paracetamol yesterday.
the bad thing is i didn't know how much i drank cause i didn't even bother with the transparent 5ml spoon this time, i gulped it straight from the bottle.

bus-trips with 'the k-krystal', the short crystal and jesslyn is fun.
RIGHT,and did i mention that the half of the chocolates that i bought was for my oh-so-darling cheer seniors? and i'm going to make them cards.
aren't i a goody-goody junior? HAHA.
ooh, and we made SICKO jokes on the bus, inspired by yours faithully, the short crystal
*clears throat* DICKSON ROAD. HAHA, that was like so jesslyn's idea.
anyway, YES, i'm looking forward to wednesday's cheer even though i know i can just die from cheering.

http://fund-me-please.webs.com
YES, the link speaks for itself.
i need to buy a CAPO - yes, jarule and friends, i'm going to give up 21st century's greatest invention, and hell, i have a feeling it's going to cost alot of money
i need to buy books - HELL, the stupid buy-one-get-one-free offer at popular is like dangling at a big MACS in front of an ethopian - how the hell can i resist
so, please help. i swear i wouldn't use the money to buy clothes with exception of cheer clothes(:

tagreplies-
CELASTINE: update your blog! i want to spam your tagboard. and i'm don't emo when i think of you, because i laugh till my head rolls off my neck when i see your spastic smile(: maybe i change my mind, i puke the hell out of my guts when i think of you
JOLENE: grr... you know, HIM, is so irritating. *huffs heavily* it seems as though the whole world knows about it already. GOSH.
MARCUS: give me your email add(: or get a facebook account and add me, all the pictures are uploaded there.
AISHU: you stupid nosy girl, you owe the location of where you bought the colorful bangles and $15! i know you've always wanted to sponsor my pink parka, deep down in your heart
JIAYING: me no like fruits in the first place, especially PRUNES. HAHA! i think the way i name teachers is like ultra cool:DDDD
JARULE: HAHA,you know what? i can't find my phone so there's no need for the excuse already! lala~ love taylor
PEYLING: baby, there ain't any 100storey buildings in singapore. are you going to fly like to shanghai or toyko or london. maybe you can jump of singapore flyer(: HAHA. i think i want to die in a car crash.
LAYLA: i tore his homework up and that loser doesn't know? what the hell.

ohkay.i officially need to start planning on my teacher's day cards.
and presents.
and GOSH, i haven't bought daphne her shirt yet.
and dayna's wallet.
HELL, stella's birthday is coming!!!!! should have asked huiying to buy DBSK album from korea):
and i owe seniors card
and J comprehensions and recorrections
and laoshi corrections
and...
and...
and...
this list can go on forever, i swear.

addicted to ribbons, restaurant cities, guitars, taylor swift and birthday cards,
ALGAE THE AWWWSOME

and did i mention,
when i want revenge
i fucking do.
so now i'm holding my brother's homework-
guess what i'm going to do next.

if you had a choice, would you die quickly like being shot in the heart,
or slowly like terminal cancer?

this post is going to be so different from the previous post.

GOD, nobody knows how tired i am.
cheer wears me out, ALOT. like ALOT. despite the smiles PLASTERED on my face during auditions, my body wears out like friction on a tyre.
when i went home, i was so tired that i grabbed my guitar -wanting to play it- but fell onto the floor. i hugged my beloved instrument, my head and elbow crashing against the cool tiles and then i just fell asleep - with my body wrapped around a bloody guitar.
i woke up 1hour later after my brother began strumming the guitar.
apparently, he doesn't know that i'm partially deaf. but even if i am deaf, his strumming could wake me up.

HELL, after coming back from the library, i was so dman tired that i couldn't even see straight. i stripped my tanktop off, put on my nightdress and crashed right into the master bedroom(i didn't sleep in my room cause my bed is a chaos itself)
my mom woke me up - want to know how she did that? she caned me on my thighs. she does that EVERY SINGLE DAY when she wakes me up in early rise and shine kind of stupid routine - and complained that i didn't brush my teeth.
ohmyfuck. do i even look as if i care? even rob pattinson or chace crawford popped by that second, i wouldn't even give them any time of day -in this case, night. and my mom wants me to brush my bloody teeth.
FINE.i woke up, feeling bloody pissed. went to the bathroom but i didn't brush, rebelling. i poured water over my toothbrush to prove that i brushed and went back to sleep.
SCREW IT,i switched off-ed the lights and pushed the fan towards me - mom complains electricty tariff rates are high and so, don't use the air-con.
my OH-SO-LOVABLE AND UNDERSTANDING BROTHER switched on the light and pushed the fan towards himself. you know why?
CAUSE HE JUST WANTED TO READ THAT FUCKING BOOK OF HIS WHICH HE BORROWED FROM THE LIBRARY AND IT WAS 1045 PM.
we competed over the fan and the light ffor more than 95856856949 times. for once, i gave up. i thre the pillow at him several times screaming, I HATE YOU, I HATE YOU, I HATE YOU. which i obviously do.
now i regretted it.
regretting that why shouldn't i have used my talon-razor-sharp knives to sink into his soft flesh, enjoying EVERY SINGLE drop of blood oozing out.
regretting that why didn't i pulled the hell out of his head and smash it right straight into the concrete wall.
that smirk, that laughter, that face is like a nightmare.
if i didn't have enough self-control, i would have banished a knife from the kitchen and murder my brother straight away. immediately. like stabbing him hysterically in my gothic story then i'll kill myself to save the government of the expense to put me in jail.
anyway, he gave up. i switched off-ed the lights and got the fan to myself FINALLY.
i didn't fall asleep.

GODDAMNIT, i was screaming at the top of my lungs. it so high-pitched you couldn't hear anything but some screeching. i hugged my teddy bear - named smelly - and my bolster and SCREAMED. as though i was on roller coaster.
my brother was gone and the room around me was dark so i went on ranting and raving, heaving, and letting the hot tears streak down my cheekbones hurriedly thanks to gravity and soaking through my pillow.
and you know what, in the end, i forgo the bed, the masterbed room, the fan. i grabbed my sleeping stuff and dashed into my room. i fainted. thump. hard onto the floor. and i slept, crying again. this time because i was really pissed and was having gastric plus cramps together.
but in the end, i couldn't sleep. so i'm blogging now in case i don't make it tomorrow, someone can spread the message: algae died in her sleep because of gastric because she can't find anything in her house to eat(except the abundance of fever meds which i'm very tempted to do so but i know jolene will kill me if i do so i'm resisting)and no one knows how hard it is

if you die with a bang through the four chambers of your heart, you'll not have a chance to say goodbye-
if you die slowly, it'll be so painful that you just want to get done and over with it.

to me- there's no need to say goodbye.
for what? to whom?

when all hope is lost, can i even find a last spark of fire
ALGAE

I'M RIDICULOUSLY HAPPY TODAY
even though.

I TOTALLY SCREWED UP MY MATH,
i left 5 questions blank and they all had to be the high-level questions which like takes up 50% of my marks.
so there goes my fucking 17 marks. i'm left with 18. and i barely passed.
IF I GET THE REST CORRECT-
cause i had no bloody idea what in the world was i writing in the first place.
anyway, after the fucked up maths common test, krystal started crying. cheer up, ok? i know you will once you think of me!
and nicole followed miss trendsetter also.
and i fell into the trap.
and yixin.
and i don't know who else.
we were like emo-ing like crap, ditching maths.
and did i mention? chuweeee is a first-class jerk. i bet he graduated with honors from the university of jerks.
sorry, JY, but i'm really pissed at him.

I LOST MY 200M DASH BECAUSE OF 0.02 SECONDS.
it takes me more than 0.02 seconds to type this full stop.
and this 0.02 second caused me to lose my third place in my heats!
freakin' disappointed. if i had faster response or hadn't slowed down. if i had leaned forward in the finishing line,
0.02 second! how short is it?

CHEER AUDITIONS ARE TOMORROW
i'm cursing the person who instigated cheer audition deep down into the core of earth.

I LOST TONS OF THINGS
some arsehole bitch stole my science B textbook, science B workbook and my chinese 2A textbook.
screwed up. now, i have to buy new books.

anyway, I'M VERY HAPPY TODAYnot really high but just that warm fluid-y sensation that spreads through the organ that digests your food
thanks to bagshawe, i've finally learnt how to accept my body.
so what if i have ultra-high heart beat rate per minute(which obviously is unhealthy)
so what if i have to get stomach flu at least thrice a month
so what if i get windpipe contractions and stitches during jogging
so what if i have flared hips
so what if i have a tapered waist
so what if i have an ass that is as flat as an ironing board(P.S my hip and ass measurement is the same.29inches.dude!)
so what if i don't have a pretty face
so what if i have ultra-long arms and feet
so what if i don't have the nicest nails in the world
so what if i don't have luxurious blond hair/ or a brunette's head
i'm special in a bad way, but i don't care.
i don't have to go on diets just to get a barbie doll's body(who wants to be plastic)
i don't have to go for manicures just to have a spoilt brat princess' nails(i have never applied nail polish in my life and i don't intend to start)
i don't have to splurge on cosmetics(well, this is a little too late after spending more than 3hundred bucks, but still) just to look ARTIFICIALLY pretty

and i fell in LOVE with jogging all over again.
running seems like a passion all over again.
but next jogging period, i'm still going to wear my skirt, dude.
and i'm going to run with sharon all the way because she's only cuckoo who will actually bother to jog during jogging.
and i'm going to train, train, train! my mom doesn't allow to jog in the park cause she says it's too dangerous but i don't give a damn, i'm going to sneak out someday.
i'm going to buy a pair of pink running shoes.
and remember my pink parka and cache dress? LALALA~ i'm falling in love with a pink kipling bag too.
GOSH, pink-a-holic

and i love my guitar too much to put down,
i'm regretting blogging because my adorable guitar is just next to me, winking at me inviting me to play a song with her.
HAHA,maybe i shall name my guitar as either taylor or amanda(they rhyme)
and i better start learning new taylor swift songs(:
i can play fearless, our song and the way i loved you.
next, i'm going to ask melody to teach me crazier.
and i'm going to spend all my recesses in the music lab.
I LOVE MYSELF.

a candyshop worth of love,
algae

i remember i only learnt how to tie my laces when i was in secondary one,
because there was no more samantha or wanling to help me.

good or bad news first? i know doctors love to ask this ridiculous question.

anyway, that was a rhetorical question. i'm going to start with the good stuff first cause i'm way too excited.

I PASSED MY CHINESE!
Is this a miracle or what? Cause this is happening to me after a 2year long wait!
GOSH, my first pass in 2years(: I rock my socks off.
And I didn't BARELY passed or by a mark or two.
It's a whopping 5-and-a-half marks. Ain't I cool?
Yes, I know I am.

I GOT A1 FOR ENGLISH REPORT
Despite J's oh-so-positive(sense the sacarsm)comments on our test results,
I got a freaking A1(:
And I helped Nadiah regain her conscience. HAHA. Private joke.


I CAN PLAY TAYLOR SWIFT SONGS
The wait and practice is over.
It's time for Algae to shine.
Today, I played The Way I Loved You, Our Song and Fearless with my awesome guitar buddies, Melody and Jarule(:
3 Taylor Swift songs all at one go.
My wrist is sore but can't you help thinking that Algae is just so awesome?

Ok, moving onto to the not-so-glorious events.

I SCREWED SCIENCE UP
It's like really, really, bloody, damn well SCREWED.
Gosh, the only subject I have dreams of majoring in. But to think of it, Physics is stil not my cup of tea.
And it was really challenging(note: i didn't use difficult)with all the stupid thermal decomposition questions and the hell of magnesium oxide and thermometers.
I'm glad it's over. But not glad cause I would really want to re-do it again.
The answer for the leftover magnesium ribbon question is 0.11! Anyone got it? I got it. During English, when J was rambling, I was using my calculator and my brilliant brain.
Oh well. There goes my A1 and top3 in class):

MATHS IS TOMORROW
And why do I even bother to remind myself of this tragic event?
Indices.
Proportion.
Algebra.
Congurence and Similarity.
Death.
HAHA, I swear I'm just going to faint, die and be sent to heaven when the paper gets shoved under my nose tomorrow.
Cause I'll have no freaking idea how to do it and I don't really have the intention of studying, y'all know?
Cause I know that I'm not born to be Chuweeee number2.

I HATE PRUNE
Not exactly the fruit. Miss Prune. You get my idea?
She's a world-class bitch with a tempremant that can even blow the most patient brains out of their skulls.
And she teaches kiddos like us, swear words. Think about that.

Ohwell. Blogger's looking better for me now.
But I can't still upload pictures so I'm still sulking.
And I feel like complaining about boys, but I'm trying to be happy by staring at my guitar.
Fine, I shall permit myself to one sentence:
GUYS ARE NOT AS WONDERFUL AS THEY USED TO BE/SHOULD BE.
I shudder.
Taylor Swift's songs are classic example - just leave out the Our Song, Fearless, Love Story and Hey Stephen.
Take a look at Tell Me Why, Should've Said No, White Horse, You're not Sorry, Picture to Burn, Breathe, Teardrops On My Guitar

Anyway, I'm very jealous of Denise.
#1 - She got to take a picture with her dah-ling on National Day Celebrations Day! And me? Stuck in the bloody sick bay with Miss Nair and Mdm Audra and Mdm Zetty - I love you, Mdm Zetty. And they took a dancers picture! Without me! Gosh, at least Amanda and Shaomin paid a visit.
#2 - She gets to see her dah-ling everyday! I'm missing uh-hmmm and uh-hmmm like alot, alot, alot. And I think the wallet that Denise gave me has a specific purpose.
#3 - She talks with her dah-ling on Facebook! Gosh, what is the world coming to? An end? Hell, no. Life is so unfair.

Ooh, and my mom is a pyscho up her nerves into her brain.
She looked through my sms-es.
And just because she saw 'Aloysius', she accussed me of having a bloody boyfriend!
Gosh. Anyway, I'm sticking onto the pact with Lynn and Zemin: Guys are so outdated. Shoes are the in-fashion.
Kipling bags cheer me up. I saw this absolutely wonderful PINK Kipling bag today. And I want it. But I realized, if I buy the pink dress and the parka(which Aishu is subsizing one of them), the bag can't watch because I don't want to look like Barbie in Pink.
And my mom kind of neglected the accumulated, more-than-60 Amanda messages.

I owe alot of people alot of things.
I owe Yin Shuen her letter. Grrr... I'm going to scold that JiaYi for not giving me anything.
I owe Daphne something.
I owe Agar-Agar her letter, even though I didn't recieve a reply from her.
I owe Aliza teachers-day card.
I owe myself a dress and a manicure.
I owe alot of science homework.
GOSH,that's a long list.
Krystal owes me $12.
Denise owes me $8.
Class Fund owes me $5.
Ah.... Now, I'll be richer at least.

You can't tie my laces so don't talk into my face,
And did I say, I hate 'presidents' in general. Love Lilly Allen to the max.

A truckload of love,
Algae

did someone ever mention to you that when everything else fails, only your textbooks are there for you?
because i realized that now.

heats was uneventful.my knees hurts like hell now.and blimey, i'm getting one of the worst cases of gastric here, people.

tomorrow is the science test.it's my major day.
the day i either make it or break it.
it's just the bloody A1 that i MUST score.
if i don't, i'll just break down and cry.
and see me back in action for EYEs.

i'm cramming everything last minute now - that's the only way that i can study.
but i'm having really, really bad gastric - the kind that makes you crouch in your chair like a hibernating animal and you don't want to know what's happening in life, or what you're missing out. example, studying for science test.
and there's this headache the weight of 495869303 blue whales implanted within my skull
try walking in my shoes(not that i'm wearing any now, even though a pair of kitten heels will cheer me up by a significant percentage)and try studying for the only test that you could ever score tomorrow. in 12 hours time.

i'm abstaining from facebook. i don't give a damn if my restaurant city is dying or not.
cause i'm avoiding a particular someone who is THAT irritating.

i WILL stand tall and strike my bimbo pose and tell uh-hmmm cheer than R-O-S-E rocks my socks off,
i WILL stand tall and kiss my ass off and win 2S in sports day
i WILL stand tall and tilt my chin high up and tell the test paper, I WIN.
I WILL.
just watch me.

with sheer grit and determintation and tons of gastric, headaches, puking and chest pains,
algae

GOSH, i just recovered from stomach flu last night and i managed to -
eat a lollipop, piss J off, throw the lollipop into the bin and pick it up to eat again
play the guitar pretty successfully
withstand chuwee and the volume of spheres for 50mins(even though it seemed like 3958504 lifetimes)
get done and over with science (DID I SAY I WAS GOING TO FAIL PHYSICS?)
copy the hell out of a history essay till my bones cracked, tendons snap and blood cells rupture

GOSH,yesterday was like totall hell.
i was chionging my chinese composition(it's good and i'm proud of it)then i began throwing up.
lurching the hell out of my guts. and i went to the ladies like 2948505394 times.
and i didn't even touch PARACETAMOL, not even lick a single drop even though the temptation was like there(imagine yourself lost in the middle of sahara dessert and someone offers you a chilled evian)
computer was lagging, msn was screwing up, facebook was screwing up
so i just sat on my NEW study chair(it's still wrapped up with cling wrap, can't bear to take it off)clutching the organ that contains protease and hydrochloric acid(HA,test your biology)and cursing the hell out of myself

GOSH,lousie bagshawe is the world's best writer.
smash it in J's face, it's not mrs. mother-of-twilight.
anyway, TALL POPPIES is a great read. a gorgeous book with sexy pages that makes you forget everything(including exams)and you wouldn't want to go anywhere without finishing it.
HAHA,i think that can make it into some magazine for book reviews.
anyway, it's really touching and hot and witty. i cried more than half a dozen times.
i was just like cowering on my sofa with my knees pushed towards my chest and i was reading, intently.
and ta-da, the tears flowed and flowed and flowed.
i cried during a scene where everything blurs into just the female and male anatomy.

GOSH,i need to start studying soon.
for my pink parka!
A for maths(looking through my congurence and similarity notes, i might just faint if i even pass the test)
A for science(usually, i would be more confident. but when it comes to heat and thermometry, the flower just withers and dies)
A for geography(i haven't really been paying attention)
A for history(common market, pioneer certificates, incrased in federal taxes, racial riots, the whole lot of singapore's history shouldn't that hard to tackle except for the fact that it's 2 essays in 45mins.curses.)
anyone wants to sponsor my pink cache dress(:
aishu is sponsoring it already *blinks innocently*

GOSH,genetics scare the hell out of me, i realized that-
my dad gave me his high forehead, impulsiveness, short legs, enzecma and heart problems.
my sister gave me her high cheekbones, small eyes and sensetive skin.
my older brother gave me his weird head shape, distorted toes and fingers.
my 2nd aunt gave me her double eyelids.
my mom gave me her bitchiness and hypocritcal attitude.
so, i'm the most alike to my dad and sis(:
which i'm oh-so-proud of.
and i'm different in my family in some sort of way.
mom and older and young brother excel in humanities.
my dad and sis excels in english.
my cousins are more or less more of the maths and business kind of person.
and i'm the only one who has never failed science in my life.
why am i weird, tell me.

GOSH, my average heart rate is 93 beats per minute.
a average's person heart rate is 75.
while i was sick-ing away last night, my heart beat was 120 beats per minute.
i wasn't even running a marathon, i was cursing and swearing as i vomitted.

GOSH,had cheer today and realized that i'm as stiff as a wooden ruler.
i need to start stretching soon, seriously.
side splits, front splits, lips kissing knee and i don't know what in the world can you do.
and the day i become as pro as amanda, you'll most probably be dreaming.

GOSH,had the creepiest nightmare yesterday.
it was about CATERPILLARS!
you know, those green, fat, obsese, stout, highly overweight, wriggly, slow objects?
they were manifested in my dreams! and i was charging eleanor and jarule $8 for keeping them.
hell, why in world would i even want to see them.
i freak out and scream when i get a glimpse of those before-they-become-a-pupa-and-butterfly creatures,
and i was sleep-screaming last night, my mother had noted.
i kept screaming 'cater, cater, cater' HAHA,i'm wondering what happened to the 'pillar,pillar,pillar'
oh GOSH,i'm freaking out alrd):

GOSH,there's sports heats tomorrow.
and i have no idea how to do long jump.
can i run 10times80? whoohoo(:

hmmm... MR.PRESIDENT.

lots of love,
algae

I LOVE PATRICIA THE AWWWSOME
she rocks my socks off and i totally love my sister

went grandad's house for dinner on saturday and i realized why I USED TO(it's hard to believe now, even to me)like CJ.
cause he resembled like my cousin.
but my cousin is 4968482560693756better than him. looks,character and brains included.
cause my cousin is hotter than hot, pretty smart(i'm smarter though)and a genius at typing maniac
GOSH.

and common tests are coming.
and science's up first. and my mom is watching me like the paparazzi, if i don't get the As again, i'll get chopped into minced meat.
and she's applying trememdous amount of pressure(pressure is force over area and the unit if pascal-pa)so i'll just crack and die if i don't do well.
which most probably will happen, cause there's physics tested!
P-H-Y-S-I-C-S.
it's cool but not my forte! i want my bio back, i want bio want. what happened to transport in living things and blood!
right, which means i have to do the unthinkable thing -STUDY.
i got a new study table, but it doesn't help me to study.
and there's maths.
MATHS, MATHS MATHS.
indices, congurence and similarility(if i inserted a poll here to research on how many people actually paid attention for this topic, my best guess is that JY is the only one.)
so i'm going to flung that for sure.
and GEOG.i love it, but i just can't study,ok?
and LIT.don't even think about it, i'm not born to be mark twain(hey, J, look i quoted him instead of meyer),jane eyre and charlotte/emily bronte

CONFESSIONS OF A SHOPPAHOLIC
i watched it on saturday AGAIN(:
cried twice AGAIN(:
got addicted to shopping AGAIN(:
GOSH,i went to orchad ion the second time this month!
it's my third time there already and i'm loving it
anyway, there ARE things to shop there.
LV and 'channel' are so overated.
newlook is way to expensive.
there's CACHE THERE!
did i mention about the gorgeous pink dress that i spotted at cache at tampines1
someone, buy it for me! it's irresistable. and has a price tag of $41.90.
and i finally spotted something nice in UNIQLO
the pink parka! ok, why is everything like the color of a six-year old's barbie party?
nevermind, i have too much white, grey black in my wardrobe anyway.
and my mom refused to buy me the parka, it's $29.90 only.
nevermind, i'm going to promise myself, if i get an A for maths, science, geog and history(don't mention lit to me)
i'll buy it for myself.
mark my words.

i shall blog more next time.
need to study for common tests.
for the parka!
i will.

lots of love,
algae

HE'S SO SWEEEET.
and you know what, don't ask me who's the 'he'
LALA~

exhiliration pumped in my veins,
nadiah grabbed hold onto my elbow and i screamed the hell out of my lungs,
the patrotic music was like background music for the entire time.
the world suddenly become a whirl around me - i lost nadiah's hand, i sprained my ankle and
thump.
my head hit hard onto to the carpark floor, the tears flowed down seamlessly
a flurry of voices thumped hard into my ears, i could make out the 'are you ok, algae'
my knees buckled under me as i grabbed hold onto a red body,
the eyes were seeing a dying lightbulb that flickered on and off,
each time i blackout-ed,i cried so i grabbed hold harder


the spot behind my head still hurts, and there's pins and needles extending from the small of my back all the way up to where my baby hair grows,
and i'm taking certizine parahydrochloride instead of paracetamol
with maggie noodles(:
which further proves that i don't have a blood clot in my brain,
GOSH, the school's paranoid
and i have a feeling that they're going to cancel running-about-in-the-carpark next year for NDP,
cause i wasn't the only casualty
lala~

thanks to someone, i don't feel like emo-ing anymore
grins and smiles are plastered all over my face -

love, algae
will reply your tags next time and i realized i have a bump on the back of my head):

guess how many ulcers i have in mouth.
one,2,three,4,five,6.
and i can't eat. cause it's bloody painful.
and i can't speak properly cause my teeh will rub against the abrasion on my gum.
so after i eat my mearge dinner, i feel like puking my guts out.
GOSH,

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