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
bolditalicunderlinestrikeout

let's just celebrate
about the fact that i'm having a fucking high fever of 38.6degrees and the english paper's in 2days time. i'm feeling as naseous as a pregnant lady and absolutely have no appetite.
and my mom, being as kind as the witch in cinderella, is trying to force-feed me with apples.
that's not all, i have to redo the anglican paper cause i split hot chocolate over it.
and the guitar is being a bitch to me. i can't play the bloody breathe for nuts.
verse1:
G, Dsus4, Cadd9 - DDDDUDUDDDDDUUUDUDU(strumming pattern - Dis for down, Uis for up)& play that within 8counts
prechorus is easy, so yeah.
chorus:
C,G,D,Em7 - DDDUUUDUDUDDDUUUDUDU - and interchange between 4fucking chords.
i listened to the song like 4958695030times and this is what i figured out. i have to stick with this unless i want to listen to it another few million times and trying to figure another bloody strumming pattern that will most probably drive me into my grave.

souless creature-
that's what MrsJ said of me.
well, in that case- souless people are defined as,
people who bang their heads on the walls when they don't get top3 for science tests
people who find utter pleasure in doing 2math papers a day
people who play the guitar at 1am in the morning just to wake the neighbours
people who play the air guitar half the time because it feels weird not hugging that pear-shaped wooden thing
people who are reliant on retail therapy

i swear no one is ever as lucky as me.
get caught by MrsJ when shopping at J8 while on LOA.
get caught by MrsTan when shopping at Bugis today. ARGHH.
and she recogenized me): outside body shop. WAHH.
OOH. and did i say i simply adore mrs tan(: i think she's really cool B) and pretty. and very smart, not to mention. and she's teaching my 2nd most loved subject.

y'know-
i'm starting to like ANOTHER girl.
guess the name -

if you guessed AMANDA, you're right.
this time round, it's amanda leong and i think she's bloody gorgeous and smart.
but no, she ain't like my dance capt at all.
she's fair and has beautiful taylor swift eyes. brown-black hair. fashionista. awesome mother. cute-looking brother. and a really dazzling smile.
but of all names, she must bear the name AMANDA leong something something.

y'know-
it's hard to forget people.
but there's a remedy that makes it easier-

since my temperature's rising like an inferno, i finally have legal access to the medicine box.
and paracetamol has never tasted so good since the last time jolene made me swear off it.
but i'm back again.
and i'm sorry-
when you're really that tired, any med overdose works like an anti-depressdent.

y'know-
i don't know what's wrong with me.
one moment i'm hot, the other i'm cold-

this afternoon, me and nicole and krystal began doing some retarded stuff during study session.
and i scribbled amanda tan wen bing on my corguated board.
but after that i ripped it off with a penknife and threw it into the dustbin with vengenence.
i don't know whether that action was a show of love or hatred.
and i still have no idea- CHEM TRIP OR DANCE CHALET

karma, karma
there's this awesome book that i just finished reading. KARMA GIRL(:
it rocks my socks off man.
like seriously, the book is damn sexy and steamy with an ultra-loser yet cool plot.
I LOVE IT(: thanks for the recommendation, farhana and jarule.

eugenia: HAHA! i love you too(: everyone loves me, obvious isn't it?
PL: sugarcakes, don't be depressed. you still have me after she leaves. and i don't think she'll bother reading the pond scum's blog.
nicole: YOU SUCK, i swear you do. you and your crap ezlink card. ARGHH. i feel damn angry at myself. and y'know what's the perfect solution to restore nature's balance and the pre-global-warming times? KILL ALL MANKIND. trust me, we should die. and stop playing farmville. waste electricty.
daphne: i swear i'm in a state of sexual disorientation. i'm feel more magnetism for girls than guys and even come with a 'who am i going to date if i turned les' list. BUT, i'm in control. i'm sure i'm not homosexual or bisexual. just hetrosexual. for the time being.
celine: easy for you to say. imagine your someone close died. that's the kind of feeling no one can comprehend unless you're in my similar shoes.
jiaying: YOU MEANIE POK. i don't like potatoes cause they're high in carbohydrates. and carbo = sugar = glucose = fat. ARGHH. ):



it's a beautiful song featuring disney the brainwasher channel and its 6most famous stars.

LAOSHI confiscated my seventeen magazine): OMG. sad.

i'm feeling really tired now. phyiscally and emotionally.
and i have no idea why am i haunting nicole just to teach me how to play bminor and fsharp on the guitar.
cause i need the chords to play friends forever.
and i have no idea why do i have the thought of playing friends forever for THEM. obviously, it's like wishing upon a star.

i've been having really vivid dreams these days.
my mom says my sleeptalking is getting from bad to worse.
and no prizes for guessing what do i mutter in my sleep.

-A-

I LOVE 2H PEEPS

I'm going to miss all these wonderful diners and their 'pieces of meat' HA! inside joke.

AND YES, I KNOW I WASN'T IN THE BEST STATE OF CAMWHORING YESTERDAY):
c'mon, swimming in the morning totally frizzed the hell out of my chlorine-bleached hair
and i skipped the bloody subway lunch to rush cedar paper2006. if mr chue's reading this, hope's he's enjoying it when i get gastric.
then kind-of got lost on the way to farhana's house. y'know, the bunch of people up there were so boisterous that i could hear them from the void deck and that's how i knew where was farhana's house without the address-
and i wasn't even dressed in my most comfortable show-the-shoulders top and my skirt was draping like really loosely over my hips. GRR.
the skin's being a bitch. actually, i'm being a bitch. all the stress and refusing to replensish-my-cleanser-at-home is going to give me breakouts sooner or later.

BUT FARHANA'S OPEN HOUSE STILL ROCKED MY BRAINS OUT OF ME - if i even have that 1.4kg organ in my skull
chef's recommendation - the chicken wings - were awesome.
i loved the pineapple tarts - y'know why? cause farhana didn't bake it. HAHA,actually she didn't cook anything at all. that's why the stuff tasted so nice.
yeah, we were busy bitching about pieces of meat. and potatoes. and god knows what, we're like evil meanie diners.
watched master of digsuise in farhana's house while 17people squeezed onto the like 1.7m times 1.7m square plot of the house.
ohkay, i officially cannot understand italian accent without subtitles):
and the dumb-ass krystal was lying on my lap as though i was a morocan hand-woven pillow, making me get pins and needles halfway through the movie):
camwhored on 81 on the way back to tampines(:
huiying's an awesome photographer with ultra-un-shaky hands!
celine's an awesome photographer with her 'i-think-that-this-lighting's-cool'
jiaying loves to camwhore-
and i'm totally allergic to the camera with specs on.

BUT SOMETHING ELSE CHEERED MY UP-
despite the demise of josh - HAHA,demise is the wrong word to use- during swimming, i cheered up. obviously, retail therapy works! on my brain. not on the pocket.
so i officially owe my mom another 40bucks.
just because i spent it on a cache rose top, uniqlo pink parka, a seventeen mag and a subway cookie.
and i realized i spent wayyy too much money on tops and dresses. the parka was like the 2nd jacket i bought this year after my black-and-green elle one. i desperately need more bottoms. bought a white skirt on someday in this week. sale item. didn't try on. bought it and it's too big for me. and now, i'm going to give it to eugenia(: I'M SO SWEET.
mom promised me 50bucks worth of shopping expenses if i show her 3A1s - which most probably come from science/math/geog - yeah, but even if i get it, i'll have to use the 50bucks to pay back what i owe.
D:

cedar math paper
anglican math paper
2 literature essays
1 geography essay
1 chinese FULL paper
1 science worksheet

and nothing's being crossed out at ALL! GOSH, this is depressing):
did i say, i'm going to begin my ISS - intensive studying schedul - next next saturday?
HAHA! if farhana reads this, she'll be like WTF?!


ZOMG. i'm really going to miss these two i'm-totally-freaked-0ut-by-algae and awesome clowns next year.
HAHA! there's more pictures of my lovable two models on facebook - that is, if i even get to upload them. i'm lazy, like darn lazy. just feel like taking out my guitar to play):
but i need to do HOMEWORK.
oh, screw it.


HAHA.this is random.huiying's geog questions on the board.
supposed to take a picture then refer to it and do. but apparently, have you seen my homework list above?



y'know, miley can make it to be a porn star if she quits her singing and acting career.
this is seriously, the first music video that i totally don't approve.
she's dancing like a stripper, her push-up padded bra is popping out and her tits are spilling out all over the place-
but it's a nice song, the only consolation

-A-

good evening, world. today has been a good day. apart from my futile efforts of 'trying' to forget my loved ones and being admist a dilemma.

amanda ignored me first thing in the morning.
how sweet, was my sacarstic thought.
anyway - my plan is to FORGET THEM. forget that they WERE - note the past tense - oh so wonderful and gorgeous and perfect. cause i really need to get over them and stop humming 'teardrops on my guitar' all the time.

PE was purely revolting. i'd just sat there in the corner with my ping-pong bat and my pick. guitar can do you wonders. i suck at table tennis anyway, so why waste my time.

yeah, after that school blurs into one whole line of tedious lessons. but math mock test was fun inspite me dreading it the entire day. since the oh-so cool photocopier printed the answers out, why not check. me and nadiah were busy discussing the answers half the time in front of mr chue and his laptop. we're cool people B) but i can't do the darn (u-2v) question): GEOG was being extremely cool with me like a hyperactive kid, screaming at nadiah and farhana. OH! and did i say? i've totally influence my group members. like nadiah's turning cuckoo with her lame jokes - copied from me. farhana is getting cuckoo-er. and sruthi's actually being WEIRD and laughs at the graphics on the geog workbook page 107. DUDE, i'm influential.

after school, i fell asleep immediately at home. GOSH, i only had 3andahalf hours of sleep last night after rushing the hell out of my yingyongwen. then i spent all my time until now PLAYING THE AWESOME GUITAR. did i say? i totally can play 'you belong with me', 'the way i loved you', 'fearless', 'i'd lie' and 'hey stephen' the cool B) taylor swift way. not the boring, dull, old single down, down, down stroke. but the awesome up and downstroke stuff that took me a darn long time to figure out while listening to covers. AND EUGENIA TOLD ME YOU COULD SEARCH STRUMMING PATTERNS ON THE INTERNET. am i 'tarded or just 'tarded?

AND PRESENTING MY DILEMMA- chem trip or dance chalet?
chem trip or dance chalet?
chem trip or dance chalet?
chem trip or dance chalet?
it's a maddening choice.
friggin' chem trip to aussie land. GOSH, CHEM. like the awesome molecules and stuff.
versus.
dance chalet. where i have to face the torture of being less than ten feet away from them and let myself fall for their laughters. all over again.
but then again, it's my very last chance to see them. to hear them. to smell them - ohkay, that's exaggerating. but you get me? my very last chance to actually interact with them.
and am i supposed to give the chem trip up for them.
I DON'T KNOW. i really don't.
on one hand, i want to hate them. detest them. make the thought of them repulsive to me.
on the other, it hurts to miss out the last chance with them.
SO HOW. and half the clique's going.

i'm currently learning to play teardrops on my guitar. yes, the tabbing's being an ass. where's NICOLE HENG LI LIN when i need her to teach me to read tabs?!

fearless is having courage to say goodbye to someone who only hurts you, even though you can't breathe without them.
do i have what it takes to do it.
it all depends on now.

JIAYING: i love the 'minghui'(: GOSH, i'm like falling in love with her. she's darn pretty(:
DAPHNE: right. stalking. and sms-ing. i'm supposed to stop my obessive behaviour y'know.
NICOLE: ZOMG.your case and mine different! EH, actually not. it's a one-way relationship. sighs. EH, PEYLING'S MINE LA. i'm attracted to adorably blur and cute people!
KRYSTAL: it's easy to give good advice but hard to use them for yourself. i told you to get over it, you're not. and you're telling me the same thing, but will i? only time can tell. anyway, time's s'posed to heal all wounds. maybe it can even heal my cuckoo brain.

C'MON PEOPLE! LET'S GO VEGETARIAN TO SAVE THE WORLD.
CUT DOWN ON METHANE, DUDES. ohkay, i'm officially to influenced by geog.

Love is a word that I hate.
-A-

When it cost too much to love-

It's finally dawning on me. That they're leaving. For good. And I'll never be able to see their laugh lines ever again.

Handover was dull for me cause I was submerged in my world. Till date, I still freak Amanda out. Shaomin acts as though nothing happens. Libing is still being a very sweet senior. And Wenmin ignores me. So life's great, right? The people whom I love most in this world.

But in school, my senses were still dumb. The impact - was like a bullet - is just cuts through my skin, not touching the nerves yet. So I don't feel anything at all.

The suddenly, it comes to you like a wave. A surge of pain. The tears that you can't block. The grief that you can't stop. The agitation that you can't stand. It drives you speechless and emotionless. It sucks everything out of you.

The thought of it just haunts me all over again. I won't be seeing them ever, ever again. Wouldn't the dance studio seem empty without the -
'It's too late to apologize... HAHAHAH!'
'MANDAAAAAAA!'
'SHAO ARRH!' followed by Shaomin's screams.

I don't know whether am I suppose to love them or hate. Love them for being oh-so-perfect, gorgeous and wonderful. Or hate them for reducing me into a pack of dust. It's like their existence is vital for my survival. And when they're gone, what is going to happen to me.
No more walking past 4H/4A/4M/4N and peeking into the classes to see what they're doing.
No more stalking them on Facebook.
No more starting at them once I see them in canteen.
No more hyperventilating when they're getting close.
No more smiling gently as they walk past.
No more.

The pain doesn't just cut me on the surface of my skin.
They've gone so deep it's within my cells already.
So when I went for retail therapy at Dhoby Ghaut today, I did feel better, prancing about like a blond Barbie. But the gut feeling was there - inside, somewhere - with the voice chanting 'You're not going to see them anymore, anymore. No more'.
Then I saw the look-alike dress that Wenmin wore to crabflowerclub. I went in and bought the shorter version of it cause they didn't have the long one that Wenmin had. I bought the innerwear that she wore too and paid of it. Through those seconds, I didn't even try on the clothes. It just hit me that I had to get something to remind myself of Wenmin. I already had the Amanda hairband. The Shaomin shoes. And now, the Wenmin dress. My inventory's almost complete - even though I can't bear to return Libing her track pants. So I'd just spent fucking thirty bucks on something that I can't bear to wear cause it looks like what Wenmins has.

After the dress, I wasn't in the mood for shopping anymore.
I just took the MRT. I didn't where I was going.
It was like those hongkong dramas when you see one person standing on the kerb while the flurry of people whizz past. The feeling was the same. The hollowness within you. I just sat on the train, not knowing where to go. So, the train travelled to Serangoon. Cannot - too close to Shaomin's house. Then I jumped off and took the Circle Line. To Bishan - Wenmin's house. It dawned on me. So I changed to Red Line and went back to Novena. And took a bus home. Throughout the entire journey, I wasn't even thinking. Cause it hurts to much just to think of it.

How in the world am I suppose to remind myself that there's no EVER EVER AFTER in my world unlike what I portray in my stories?
That A, LB, SM and WM are never going to turn their backs and look at me and say the three words I'd kill to listen. Just from their mouths.
That A would someday forgive me for being such a freak.
That WM would stop discriminating me for once.
That LB , well, she's kind of better than the rest.
That SM, I don't know what to say either.
Am I suppose to throw away every single belonging of mine that reminds me of them, or stop participating in activities that make me reminsice about them?
Then I'm not doing to dance camp - cause it reminds me of SYF presentation night. OUR LAST DANCE. The one that A didn't participate it. But it was our last dance. The last dance I see them adorned with their beautiful costumes and by stealing a glance at S who's in front of me, I see her pained expression as she puts in her heart and soul into you. It's moments that I can't forget. And I never will.

Thinking of that, I just threw away my $68 M.A.C eyeshadow set.
I bought it because it was the exact one that Chewan used it on us for the dance at nationalibrary.
Each time I glaze my skin against the slippery plastic cover, I would remember-
How Chewan asked me to stop moving as she streaked the midnight blue eyeshadow over my eyelids.
How Shaomin and Wenmin argued over how to blush my cheeks.
How my cheeks ended up to be unequal in the end.
How Amanda and Libing rushed the hell just for us.
How we danced on the gravel floor.
These memories hurt.
Alot.

If anyone thinks that I'm weird-
Try asking
Peyling when Ma'am Julene leaves in a year's time.
Haseena when Afiqah leaves soon.
Denise when Adeline leaves soon.
Krystal when Celine Tan leaves in a year's time.
Nicole when Miss Yang leaves someday.

Cause when you love someone-
And suddenly, it hurtst so much to love-
For once, I really have no idea to do.

Because I've never felt so hurt before.

Hunger hurts, but starving works, when it costs to much to love.
-Fiona Apple

-A-
I've never loved a guy, let alone a girl.
But how can I actually love these 4people so much that I'm willing to risk my life for them.

Some teacher is PMS-ing like a bitch today.
I ignored her twice and rolled my eyes at her. How proud.
Things on my to-do list- GOSH,this is funny.
1. Borrow Youpay's Math notes and study
2. Borrow Farhana's Science notes to study
3. Go shopping - HEY, I need recreational activities,HAHA
4. Master 'Hey Stephen' guitar
5. Buy M&Ms for Nadiah and Farhana -I'm so sweet. Nadiah said she'd don't know what to do without me. AWWW.
6. Buy flowers for seniors -right, people like celastine.
7. Pick out what to wear to Farhana's house on Saturday - HAHA! How bimbotic.
8. Write Geog notes
9. Think of A and stretch
10. Finish library books.


HAHA! If you compare this to Farhana's to-do list, you'll see a world of difference.


Mrs Yeo: When you touch a short circuit, your head has a higher potential energy while the ground has a lower potential energy, thus the current will flow downwards and you be electrocuted
Me: EEYER. So dumb one, just lie on the floor then touch, so there'll be no difference in potential energies.
This was freaking retarded during Science. GOSH, I don't understand Electricity): Anyway, me, Nadiah and Farhana kind of laughed our ass off. And everyone was staring us with the what-the-hell-is-the-joke-that-i'm-missing-out kind of face.


OOH. And I was eating soil during IPW and Science.
HAHA, Daphne. Denise called your cookie crumbs soil. AW, don't cry. Soil has nutrients and micro-organisms and nitrogen.
Hmm. Mrs Yeo was suspecting us doing something 'improper'! ): Who ask Nadiah to eat the cookie until so un-discreet?! GRR.

HAHA! I just talked to Mr Chan on facebook and he totally made my day. He's being ultra-ultra cute today. Better than my own 'Drew' who couldn't care less about me. ANYWAY, he's going to bring us to dinner someday. Highlight someday! And he said he missed us! AW, how sweet(: ILY, Mr Chan!

Anyway, I went out to shop.
GOSH,
Shopping Compulsvie Disorder
GRR. I just bought a thirtysomething dress on Sunday and I'm so darn attracted to buy something AGAIN.
And I'm going out tomorrow):
You know why I like buying clothes - not because I want to wear them but because I love the feel when I see a wardrobe full of many clothes. Actually, I don't like to wear new clothes for fear of ruining them. HAHA! I'm weird. And ultra-high now.
Same goes for my make-up. I buy like 200bucks of God knows what Bobbi Brown and M.A.C only to keep them in my Bobbi Brown box and take out to admire them. I don't even use them-.- How smart is the bimbo?

COALS meeting was fun today- even though we only too pictures and paid 40bucks, making my wallet oh-so-light these days,
OOH! I kept sexually harrassing Peyling cause she was sitting next to me!!! Like running my fingers down her body, OMG, and her reaction was freaking funny.
Me: Peyling, if I turn lesbian one day, you'll be the first one I date.
Then she gave me the WTF-do-you-think-you're-talking-about look with eyes wide open and jaws dropped.
HAHA, but seriously. If I decided for the better to REALLY go for girls, I wouldn't date my seniors. And somehow, Peyling seems quite a practical choice. She's cute, she's pretty- not say gorgeous but she can beat Riz Low - and absolutely hilarious. Better than GUYS. The point is-

I officially owe 2yingyongwen(translation = compositions) and it's 10.30pm and I haven't typed a word out. And it's due on Thursday.
LIFE IS SWEET, ain't you think so?

9days to endyears.
RIGHT, don't remind me. I haven't even started on a single thing. AT ALL.
Earth wires and ampres suck the hell out of me. This got to be the worst physic topic EVER.
But triple science is my LIFE, whether I love or hate Electricity. GOSH, I'm going to lock myslef in a car and choke on CO - which is carbon monoxide, a refreshment on your chem -and die.

Fearless is not the absence of fear.
Fearless is having fears.
Fearless is having doubts.
Fearless is living inspite of those things that scare you to death.
Fearless is falling madly in love again, even though you've been hurt before.
Fearless is getting back up and fighting for what you want over and over again... even though everytime you've tried before, you've lost.
Fearless is having courage to say goodbye to someone who only hurts you, even though you can't breathe without them.
Fearless is to fall for your best friend even though he's madly in love with someone else.
Fearless is to say You're not sorry and walk away.
Fearless is to allow yourself to cry on the bathroom floor.
Fearless is letting go.
Fearless is moving on.

Did I say a new Subway and shopping mall opened near my house?

Am I Fearless?
Or fearful.

- I saw this gorgeous blonde tonight on the way to Bugis. She walked past an old Indian lady and helped her down the stairs. Then she looked at me and smiled. For one moment in my life, I thought that I've never seen such a beautiful girl in my life. Not because she had Taylor-Swift-like-hair or because she's dressed in A&F. Because she has a mammoth-like heart -

-A-
sparks fly.
but they fall in the end.

why date.
if marriage is not on the tarrot cards.

but i can't let him go.
it hurts too much.

these few days were pretty awesome(:
mass singing ended early today so we went for the istana open house. YIPEE.
cab-ed there, wasted 2bucks. screw the adults for refusing to send us there.
had tons of fun camwhoring with the girls - but blogger's screwing up on me by refusing to upload photos and i'm too lazy to post it on facebook -, taking pictures of my distant cousins - i'm referring to the plants, and following the boys by sitting on tree roots and branches and grass.
GOSH, the bees love me. each time when i ATTEMPT to take a close-up of flowers like what the media club girls do, the freaking bees appear out of nowhere and scare the hell outta me.
GRR. everyone else can do it without being attacked by a bunch of brown and black bees. EXCEPT FOR ME.
you know what, on the brighter side, i'm sweet and the bees are attracted to me.
.
mom was being extra extra kind this weekend. like seriously.
she sponsored a cache YELLOW shirt - i'm starting to like huiying's favourite color(: and a dress for some upcoming dance performance
which is darn generous for a miser like her.
but she didn't buy the grey cache miniskirt that i wanted. nevermind, i'll buy it myself. i'm used to it anyway.
:DDDD yipee, i love new clothes.

making lingyi's and natasha's and daphne's letter now. GOSH, so many.
and i couldn't find anything nice for lingyi): i went to the charms shop and couldn't find something cheerleaderish for her. i want the guitar charm for myself though): HOW.HOW.HOW

daphne's being such an ass over msn. GRR.

i need to start studying. LIKE SOON.
-A-

i just cried non-stop throughout a 2hour hongkong drama.
and i become so sadist i was cursing the antagonist to die, die die-
'i hope that she gets run down by a car, choke on a fishball, something fall on her when she walk, lightning strikes when she's out,' i cursed during the adverstisment.
'eh.that'll make her death so quick and easy.' my mom commented. guess where my sadism was inherited from.
'fine, i'll lock her in the room and only put a glass of poisoned water in it. then she'll either die of thirst or water. i'll drown her while's bathing. i'll pour acid on her face. i'll starve her. i'll push her into a tub of ice. i'll put pins and needles in her shoes so she'll die when she step into them.'
'don't you think you're a little too into the show?' my mom asked.
am i?

but through today's episode, i realized something.
as long you put in effort, god knows.

i don't need to have taylor swift's hair, megan fox's 32-24-30 figure, angelina jolie's lips, carrie underwood's eyes or kim karishdan's boobs to make IT.
neither do i need to backstab people, suck up to seniors, act cute, suck the hell out of teacher's blood, buy branded clothes, eat at branded restaurants, watch 1hundred movies a year and flaunt your everything to everyone.

so what if i'm weird-
so what if i cry when i can't solve equations
so what if i dress like a whore
so what if i like to read explicit books
so what if i always fall for the wrong guys
so what if i'm not the neatest person in the world
so what if i can't afford channel
so what if i can't switch on an ipod
so what if i haven't gotten a fashion taste
so what if i don't have the best parents in the world
so what if i can't do history/art for nuts
when all else fails, i have me

so now, my math is on the road of improvement and i'm gaining interest in chinese. my passion for dance is slowly inching back to its owner despite some people's departure on the horizon. my love for music and writing and science has always been there for me.
and i don't see how i've actually gotten all these from the help of sucking up to seniors, sucking up to people who top the social/politcal hierachy, sucking up to teachers, being the best-dressed, being the 'cutest', being the prettiest, being the most popular, being the most 'approachable', having the best boyfriend or the most facebook friends.
i got this all through ME
me doing mr chue's paper dilligently - of course with help from my lovable groupmates who happen to be the best in maths, making me feel insignificant. me practicing my guitars till my fingers became dumb and dropped. me who stretched the hell out of myself till i couldn't feel my knees. me who invested how much time and back aches to type the arduous 100 000 words for each of my stories.

so now, i'm not going to be caught up by the fact about people around me who are so attention-seeking. with the snap of my fingers, i can already name a few. i don't give a damn. want to rule the world. it's yours. i'm going to study hard, play hard, write hard, dance hard, sing hard. and when i own my penthouse in newyork/LA, when i graduate with first class honors, when i sit in a office on wall street, you know who's gotten the world.

life is like an elevator. you control whether it's going all the way up or down.

TO THE MOST AWESOMEST CHEER CAPTAIN ANY CHEERLEADER COULD DREAM FOR, THE COOLEST AND MOST 'MATURE' LINGYI THE WORLD COULD EVER PERCIEVE -
HAPPY BIRTHDAY(:
Stay smiling and dancing and doing weird things in 3A with my most lovable cheer seniors.
Study hard, do Cedar proud, come back to dance with a all As, kays?
You'll be the bestest secretary/treasurer ever after shaomin. ohkay, maybe let's leave out the shaomin part since it's your birthday.
You're a year older now, so act more like a 15year old!

Carmen got dumped today. Spent the night comforting her over sms-es. SMILE and forget the jerk, ohkay? Or you can listen to Lily Allen's 'Smile' and get your revenge. Me and Alyssa are all the way behind you(:

Sighs. Why do people bother to date when they know the groom/bride is not going to be him/her.
That's why I'm smart.
I never date and never will.
Because in the first place, I'm not even going to get married.
RIGHT. Algae's not going to get married cause she's afriad of being tied down and the looming fact of childbirth.
I'm just going to go for casual flings with no contract attached. Cause guys aren't THAT worth it. Including Chace Crawford and Lucas Till.
Plus, I always fall for the wrong guys and end up nursing my heart by singing Taylor's trademark break-up songs.
But I miss Josh. Like really. He's the sweetest and cutese piece of ass anyone could find. But remember, stupid Algae gave him up and even dissed him as though I was Taylor and he was Joe.

Daphne, you owe me a macaron.
Since I mentioned you on my blog, now, you officially owe me two macarons.
And trust me don't care about the bitch you mentioned to me over msn that day, she's not worth it. If she loves to suckup so much, get her straws for her birthday present.

I got an I♥? written on the back of my hand.

-A-

Good afternoon world. It's 19.17 now.
In another 6hours and 23minutes, it'll be lingyi's birthday. The awesome-est cheer captain ever. And I haven't bought her a present yet. GRRR. Shall go out tomorrow to shop

Am I stupid or just plain dumb?
I LOST MY PENCIL CASE.
Like it sort of vanished off the face of Earth kind of 'lost'
I'm depressed cause it once had the name Amanda on it. But the Amanda sticker dropped off eventually.
What makes it worse is that I have to buy like totally new school supplies. And they cost a like a bomb. A bomb like the ones dropped on Nagasaki and Hiroshima after WW2.
4highlighters and 3pens and 1eraser and 1box-of-paperclips and 1post-it cost me 20bucks.
And I still have correction tape, green pen and more highlighters to buy. GRR.
This really proves I need to go shopping tomorrow.

Life's great.
There's no freaking English today!!! It's got to make you smile. NO Mrs Jai for the day(:
Mr Onion didn't come either. I was like totally surprised he was married when Mr Chue told me that. OOPS.
Mr Chue gave out St Andrews Math Paper. OMG. I'm so excited, can't wait to finish. Ohkay, you must think I'm crazy.
There's GEOG. I totally love geography to the max. Ohkay, so I want to go to Pulau Semakau and no ones wants to follow me):
And during assembly, I was in a really strategic position. Even though A caught me staring at her. Shaomin was in view. And wenmin was like HEHE, one class away from me(:

And did I say, I just sms-ed my instructor HI.WHO ARE YOU. In caps.
GOSH, I really think I'm a really blond bimbo with a small capability of doing maths.
OHNO. IS INSTRUCTOR MICHELLE GOING TO HATE ME FOR LIFE?!
Anyway, I love I-N-D-I GO, why are we so pro.
How does Indigo look like in the first place?

I'm going to buy GREEN M&Ms for Farhana and Nadiah for Hari Raya(:
I'm too nice.

River Island at Orchad Ion opened!
It's darn tempting. I saw the most awesome double-breasted coat. Even though Singapore has no winter. But still, I'm perpetually cold with an average temperature of 34.3(:

I don't understand why are there so many books on sexual harrasment and abuse and discrimination in stores.
I read 3 already and thought they were all like sterotypical.
Born in broken family/orphanage, raped by people - most of the time, stepdads and girl finally has courage to own up and book's being published. TA-DA.
And I think Jodi Picoult's aint that great. Her books are not worth reading the second time cause it's tedious.
On the other hand, I've read Breaking Dawn more than 3dozens times.
YIPEE(: Nadiah owes me my NewMoon poster and the movie's coming out!!!!

I want to watch I HATE VALENTINES DAY and COACH CARTER.

-A-

OHKAY.i apologize for previous post which made me look like a damsel in distress.i was really pissed last night.angry at myself for being such a sucker for something in particular.angry at myself for being so forgiving.angry at my body.

JOLENE: eh. who says counseller cannot be in emotional distress? like doctors can fall ill. lawyers can get into trouble with the law. and y'know, irene's going to kill you for that 'whatever dbsk' comment. HAHA. good luck(: and anyway, thanks.
IRENE: gosh.cannot stand you.dbsk here and there and everywhere.my partner also like dbsk.and poor me, i have to stand the 'why yunho so cute' or idk what the entire day.
DAPHNE: daphne is emo-ing.the last thing i'll ever think of in my life.trust me.thanks for being such a cool girl for offering to smack the person who made me so darn angry.
GAYLE: hey sweetie, must i link you? HAHA. obviously yes right?
LEE: yipee(: i'm no longer the really high junior! i'm the awesome and sweet and cool B) junior right. oh yes i know.

OMG.did i tell you what happened last night?of course, i didn't.what a stupid question to ask.
moving on, i had really bad cough last night.it's the kind that you feel like coughing out vomit.ohwell.but the good thing is - i didn't vomit.the bad thing is- i choked on something.something in my windpipe and it was a really exhilarating feeling.it's as though i'm cliff-diving and stuff.you feel like some kind of blood rush and you can't breathe.it's better than hyperventilating.anyway, you can't breathe.and you realize you're going to faint because of lack of oxygen.darkness creeps up upon you like the monster under your bed from the sides of your eyes.you're losing your vision.and ta-da!

your brother is bathing, and you're alone.you faint till no one knows.even you don't know.your brother screams for help when there's an accident in the bathroom.you completely lose your senses.and when your brother comes out and shakes the hell outta you, you realized you fainted. ain't that cool,yeah.if no one woke me up,maybe i'll just die.

OMG.am i stupid or just plain stupid.
i forgot to bring my pencil case home.GRR.how am i supposed to re-write my geog mindmap that everyone frantically wants to photocopy?
and i can't belive this is actually happening.
i'm freaking depressed cause i finished all my math paper.
that's right, you heard the blonde right, i - algae the bimbo - actually finished her math paper. in advance. even fast then farhana the nerd.
GOSH, i think i'm crazy. and it feels darn weird with no trigo to punch into my calculator, no algebra to factorize, no venn digrams to scribble on the paper. i somehow feel empty.
NO, NO, NO. this cannot be happening. i'm actually attached to math?!
ohwell, it's an old love, i guess.

should i just hate myself or what.
yesterday i just deleted the taylor swift love songs from my songbase. and now, it's back in again.
GOSH, i really really really hate myself for being such a fragile dumbass airhead who can't think for herself and is really head over heels.
like seriously, i was like pledging myself against love last nlight. AND...
digressing, I SAW AMANDA today. ohkay, stop it. you're overeacting. and i miss libing and wenmin ALOT. like really alot. like i forgot whether wenmin has those distinct cheekbones. or how it feels like to stand with proud shoulders next to libing. *sniff*
i really miss them. like i could cry. GOSH, i'm really overeacting.

WHAT ELSE.
ooh.COALS briefing.
farhana: you must open your heart to something, something. HAHA.
that's what she said when nicole came over to me yesterday and dumped azlin. HOOHOO.
anyway, i got pauline in my COALS group.
mr chue was being evil to me when i told him i got pauline in my COALS group. ohkay, that expression was epic. and me and florence was like laughing the hell off.
i think i got the coolest people i my group. HEHE. i think xian tong's adorable, audrey looks like my junior, michelle's really sweet, vanessa - well, vanessa, what could anyone say - and yeah, sarah goh. gosh, i'm going to spend 3days2nights next to a nicole heng number2 who's going to blabber on how cute is miss yang.SIGHS.nevermind, i shall entertain her with how awesome is shaomin and etc.
ooh.and instructor zhi hui looks like my ex-BFF.vange(: and i think michelle's hilarious and funny. and natasha is... OOPS.i owe you a letter.heh.

I LOVE BUS RIDES WITH FLORENCE AND MRT RIDES WITH FLORENCE, FARHANA AND NADIAH.
hmmm.my name does seem a little extra but, HAHA. it was fun.and worth it.
GOSH,imma dancer and florence thinks my 'yo-ing' stuff make me look like something. IDK what but she loves to laugh when i make the 'rock on' sign or attempt to rap like taylor swift.

HA.taylor swift rapping is darn cute.not the perfect way i would say how i rap.i rap to entertain.to bring smiles to my beloved nadiah who reads out to me the geog mindmap and makes my fingers grip my pen and scrawl against the paper at the speed of the formular1 car. anyway, thug story(:



OHKAY.the last part was so darn cute.and i have to admit, taylor can't rap.but it's highly adorable and hilarious.

LIFE was fun today.had chocolates during lessons.had cuckoo times during science.had cuckoo-er times during math.and a whole loat of 'i love chinese' thing during chinese.despite english being tortourous with i-don't-know-how-the-hell-to-finish-4-arguementative-essays stuff.

OOH.OOH.OOH.
TOP NEWS: TAYLOR AND TAYLOR KISSED.
taylor swift and taylor lautner.
not the best pair, i guess. swift's being nineteen and lautner being seventeen.
and plus they're the same height. and there's not much chemistry to it. but ohwell, enjoy the make-out session on the set of valentines day which is going to be released nextyear feb with stars like double jennifers, anne hathway, ashton kutcher(i failed spelling) and stuff.



follow-up on kayne west humilating taylor swift in front of the whole of america.
actually, kayne made taylor really famous. suddenly, everyone's watching her music videos.



wow i can't believe i won.this awesome.don't trip and fall.oh,kayne west is here.cool haircut.what are you doing there.and then,ouch.
GOSH,taylor's way of thought is absolutely entertaining.

today is a slacking day. i shall ATTEMPT on my dnt journal which had been due in term3week5.let's see, it's term4week1 now. HMMM. 5weeks of procrastination. not bad. and don't even remind me of my undone math homework! HEH(:

Once upon a time
I dream we'd be together
In love forever

Once upon a night
I was wishing for a never ending

Once upon a dream

i'm currently hooked onto emily osment like a life support system and i mean, yeah, she's totally awesome with the vocals and you have to admit she's better than demi and selena.like seriously.but not anywhere near my miley.

-A-

fuckyou.it doesn't mean that you're having a bad day or is pissed by i-don't-give-a-damn-who, means you can behaving as though you own the whole fucking world.

i'd just flipped through the remnants of my previous life.
the life of the pond scum where she hadn't been bimbotic, pretentious, conscientious, ostentatious, slutty, bitchy or a fucking whore.
i saw my industrious newspaper and magazine paper cuttings of ashley tisdale, hannah montana, vanessa hudges and edward cullen.
when i listen to hannah montana, i dance. i sing. and i don't care.
i don't care if people don't like my voice, i don't care if i can't dance for nuts, i don't car if there's thousands of anti-mileys in the world.
but is that the world where i belong? or rather, where i used to belong.

where i didn't like girls. where i studied. where i topped maths and science. where i became teacher's pet. where i treated my juniors like my daughters. where i loved my seniors as though they were my blood-sisters. where i didn't know the difference between channel no.5 and channel no.19. where i didn't know what the hell was the reason for msn. where i loved long telephone calls. where i loved my friends. where i loved my cca. where i loved hannah montana. where was history.

or is this the real side of me-
when i'm with krystal, i'm a full-blown bitch who gossips and backstabs.
when i'm with jarule/nicole/zemin/lynn, i'm a fun person who does the most ridiculous things in the world and infects everyone with laughter and vice versa.
when i'm with yixin, i'm a bitch again spluttering profanities like the sulphur dioxide in the atmosphere.
when i'm with guys, i'm a ninty nine percent whore.
when i'm with music, i'm emotional.
when i'm with books, i'm erotic and inspired.
when i'm with my family, i'm torn between distaste and love.
when i'm with teachers, i'm a suck-up.
when i'm with seniors, i'm with a plastered smile that's so loose, it drops off once i reach home.
when i'm with myself, i'm sick. like ill. not horny.

i think i'm like the changing-faces chinese opera, sometimes when things move too fast, you forgot which mask you're supposed to put on. and sometimes, you feel like just washing off the cake of make-up off your skin.

it's really surprising that how i can cry through miley cyrus' when i look at you and then manage to sing wake up america and fly on the wall without breaking my voice. but the tears don't stop. am i my voice? the one that changes so quickly, it blurs. or am my eyes? the frozen lake.

i miss wenmin.
i need her here right now, to tell me over msn. that god created this life for me and that i should enjoy it. she'd tell me to look on the brighter sides of life. and quote from the bible. and i'll read her favorite verse once and all over again. till i say amen.

and i need to start learning break-up songs. i just deleted i'd lie from my songbase cause it reminds me of that son of a bitch. i deleted, i'm only me when i'm with you. love story is off too. hey stephen's out. i want to learn 7things but the chords are bloody difficult. maybe i'll stick with breathe, tell me why, should've said no. all the break-up songs. songs that remind me that the last people on earth that you should trust are guys. be it 3year olds, 15years olds, 29year olds or 32year olds.

no one knows how much i want one of my dreams in life (a clue: the 'to get r-'). how desperate i want pain to mask over the emotional distress everything's thrown me into. even maths couldn't take the pounding questions against my skull. i did math, lifelessly. algebra never cheats you. graphs never decieve you. the calculator doesn't and will never lie. it's fool-proof! nothing ever goes wrong. but even the most difficult question can no longer take up the job of numbing me from life's events. and it's getting so hard to breathe these days, i wouldn't mind being hung now. let me tongue droop out. let me eyes pop the hell out of my socket. let my skin turn pale. let me dangle from the ceiling with lifeless limbs. let me see how death looks like in person.

i no longer want to belong to a sterotype. jockey, cheerleader, nerds.
i no longer care about the adolescence rule - it's time to fit, not stand out.
i no longer need to plaster a smile on my face when i come to school.
i no longer must sound strong, and not naseous, over msn.

i want to be r- (fill in the blanks, especially my dancer, you know 'em all)
i want to be involved in a car accident
i hope i can be down with aneroxia
i hope i can fall from heights and then let me brain be squashed. let the neurons and nerves flow out. like from a juice. feel the excruciating pain. feel the blood oozing out. the warmth where the wound is.

maybe i'm freaking you out with my normal NC16 kind of writing-
i think i'll just get back to writing private stories where no one in the world would ever bother to read.
but like i said - I DONT CARE.

i miss veronica. my shannen-like girlfriend who gorgeous and hilarious. i miss you alot.
i miss elizabeth. my sweetie pie who is so darn cute.
i miss the people who've played such a significant part in my life and made me complete with your smiles. where are you- i no longer want to live a state of war and jealousy and backstabbing. i no longer want to compete in the social heirachy. i no longer wish to participate in school politics. i no longer want to be dampened by relationships.

when you cry, you lose mineral salts.
what about draining off my calories.
if crying and ranting are as calorie-burning as sex, i don't mind taking it up as a hobby.
depression already looms like the horizon, no point stopping.

i'm just like a threedimensional barbie doll. fold me up into your best friend when you want me. tear me up or shove me back into the box when i'm no longer needed.
-A-

OMG.i cannot stand kanye west.



don't talk. just watch.
GOSH.he should just go suck his balls and run back to his mommy's arms.not being a racist or what, but who in the world has the right to humilate one of the world's greatest country singers in front of the entire america and god knows who else is watching. and i appluad that blonde(i'm sorry, i don't know who is she)who stood up for her.
way to go, taylor. you know, at least, i'm rooting for you.



taylor swift's brilliant performace of YOU BELONG WITH ME on the freaking subway!
it's really awesome and this should really smash west in the face for being such a son of a bitch.



Beyonce's live performance at the VMA - Single Ladies.

OHKAY. I'm like a reporter on what happened for VMA2009. But I don't care, I feel for Taylor Swift.

Today was a sleepy day. Nadiah was back in action. And I'm surronded by a herd of sick people. GRRR. And window with an exceptionally hazy sky. No wonder I'm down with the flu. Oh, screw the weather):

Cabbed with Krystal to the library to study after school. HEY. Don't ponder over the word 'Krystal' and wonder if we really studied. WE DID. Yes, the class' number 1and2 bimbos. I finished a Victoria Paper without a freaking calculator and Krystal did her zuowen - I haven't done mine yet. :O And the study lounge was like DAMN quiet, our only form of communication was through notes(: HEHE. Censored topics or else I would have posted the pictures of the 2fullscap we wasted. Went Popular later. YES, NADIAH, I bought something for you. So suck it up:DDDD

Azel: EH. Look, your junior and my junior taking a cab leh.
Shaomin: Whoa. Cab.

OMG.Damn funny.I laughed until I nearly died when Krystal told me she overheard this from Azel and Shaomin when we boarded the cab.

16days to endyears. How cool am I? Doing the countdown.

YIPEE(: I get to get out of the house tomorrow again. Even though it's to study and meet people -HAHA! - it's to make up for the lack of shopping trips these few weeks. GOSH. I'm already feeling deprieved. Blonde Barbie stuck on Robinson Crusoe's island with no nail polish but only undone comprehensions and zuowens.

When my world is falling apart
And there's no light to break up the dark
That's when I look at you
When the waves are flooding the shore
When I can't find my home awymore
That's when I look at you

Thanks Miley for giving me the song to inspire an entirely new, non bimbotic storyline

And Jolene! Cheer up, ohkay! Don't send anymore sad faces in your sms-es. Smiley faces are prettier, and so are you when you smile(:

-A-

grrr. just went i thought blogger was improving i could show you some pictures from the set of new moon(: yep. that's right. i totally can't wait for it to come out, can you? anyway, i feel darn bored(refusing to study)so i'm going to update you with stuff - whether you like it or not.



first things first. miley cyrus. of course, my childhood american all-time sweetheart. despite the anti-fans out there.
she's releasing a new movie - the last song, coming out in january 2010.
this is like the theme song of the movie and please, it's a really good song.



HAHA.next, emily osment's the blonde lily who plays as hannah montana's best friend in american's hit TV series.
you know what, disney's being such a pain in the ass by releasing all their actresses to be singers.
first up had been vanessa hudgens and ashley tisdale. well, they had been there for quite song time already. and did i say ashley tisdale released her new album in august called guilty pleasure?
anyway, now disney's putting up miley-cyrus-wannabe selena gomez.
#1 she can't even sing
#2 she's not pretty. and the worst thing thing, she thinks she's pretty
#3 she's worse than demi lovato. and i already don't like her.
anyway, she wore the same color dress as miley for her seventeen shoot and her hair was done almost the same as miley too! what the f-
anyway, emily osment's the exception. she really has the voice. love her and this vid is promotion for her upcoming album(:



YIPEE(:
for those of you who've missed the edward-cullen-crazed green little algae, i'm back! and ready for more new moon.
quick update- eclipse is already being flimed. rob pat dated kristen stewart. and they broke up. HAHA. rob sucks - not literally though -, kristen dumped her boyfriend michael for him and yet... ashley greene(the one who plays alice cullen)is dating chace crawford from gossip girls. ohkay. i think that's the end for the love stories.
enjoy the MTV extended trailer. get a sneak peek of the volutri and stuff

well, for those of my dear classmates who are still living in their delusional world that our endyears are still eons later, here's a quick reminder

our endyears is in 17days.
2weeks and 3days.
official as of today. 14sept 2009.

and if you're starting to hyperventilate or anything like that, don't.
it ain't worth freaking out if you've realized you don't have the mood to study.
because no bloody one does.
trust me, even farhana the nerd(HAHA!) and celine the brain(as quoted from mrs jai) don't feel like studying.
so it's really fine if you're having the i-don't-feel-like-hitting-my-books attitude now.
cause all we can blame is the school for pushing the exams back.
and deprieving us of the sense of urgency to stop slacking, and start mugging.

i can play i'd lie(:
woohoo. you should feel happy for me anyway(:

the 7things i hate about you - you're vain, you're game, you're insecure. you love me, you like her. you make me laugh, you make me cry. i don't know which side to buy. your friends are jerks when you act like them. just now it hurts. and i want to be with the one i know.

anyway-7 things i want to do after endyears
#1 have class chalet(:
#2 bring my beloved peyling and florence to orchad with krystal to be their personal shoppers :DDDDDD
#3 watch jennifer's body
#4 watch sorority row with krystal
#5 bring daphne to tampines1 and have bakerzin high-tea and shop
#6 record a cover(with someone, most probably)
#7 read read sidney sheldon!

30 198 words
an average song consists of 400words
an average essay consists of 800words (even though my thousand word long essays are ultra-long winded)
an average bagshawe book consists of 200 000words
so 30 000 is what i typed in 2months.
my lastest story about a trust-fund princess.
i hope i can finish this soon.

anyway! quick summary on today's events.
SEL was ultra-funny with hilarious and 'uper cute mdm zetty. sexuality education is always a touche topic but i has never failed us with laughter. anyway, i'm really surprised that more than half the class is still as liberal as british queens with thick accent in the victorian age. grrr. it feels so weird to be the only one to live in the 21st century and not roll my eyes or gasp when i see people doing the tongue.

CHEENA was boring. as usual. laoshi crapped about some oldies in the cheena textbook while me and jarule were planning class chalet.

ENGLISH was boring too. didn't even do half of my comprehension.

RECESS was left for guitar playing. and reading to sneak down the egg sandwich eugenia bought for me.

LITERATURE was entertaining with mr sng the actor. HAHA. had quite a good laugh.

MATH was torturous as usual. even though i think i'm actually getting what mr chue is trying to say. had nicole beside me! GOSH. you won't know how nothing-better-to-do can she get. HAHAHA. she made me laugh until mr chue was giving me THAT look.

HISTORY was boring with source based questions and stuff. grrr. i haven't finished 3history essays nor my cheena zuowen. HOW. help. where's nicole when i need her.

OOH.and nadiah's didn't come today. sad. sad. sad.
had cramps till i nearly fainted on the way home. angry.angry.angry.
my com ain't screwing up anymore.happy.happy.happy.

-A-

i think i'm sucha cool girl B) i'm helping lee to promote her vegas skies cover!!!
:DDDDDD enjoy. she's awesome, anyway.



a conversation between me, my sis and my bro last night-
me: what are the qualities you look for in your girlfriends?
bro: HAHA. so random. um. i like tanned, smart, non-clingy, who can appreciate my jokes, shorter than me girls.
sis: you're 180cm. even if i wear my four-inch heels, i'm still not as tall as you. (rolls eyes)
me: kor, that means you like me eh. i fit into your criteria! (smile, smile, smile)
bro: HAHA. you very smart meh.
me and sis: tsk.
bro: HAHAHAH. the girls gang up on me alrd. then what kind of guys you like arrh. i know, ME. the answer is so evident.
me: HAHA. like real. hmmm.... i don't like tanned guys, overly-muscular guys, hot guys, stupid guys, overly-tall guys, irritating guys, wimpy guys, unsporty guys, cannot tahan shopping malls guys.
sis: EH. HE ASK YOU WHAT YOU LIKE. NOT WHAT YOU DON'T LIKE. YOU FAIL ENGLISH ARRH.
me and bro: HAHAHAHAHAHHAHA.
me: uh. then i like 'paler' guys, smart guys, funny guys, guys who are not afraid to rebut against me, guys with killer smiles and cute guys.
bro: ohno. i don't fit into the category. (pretends to cry)
me: HAHA! don't la! you're my bro, ILY!
bro: HAHA. good girl. i buy you sakae when i go japan next time.
sis: later mummy kill you then you know. talk until so loud.
(everyone laughs)
me: hurry up, jie. what kind of guys you like?
(my brother-in-law walks past)
sis: HAHA! i like alvin(her 'dear')!
bro: eeyer. just because he walk past right?
sis: NO. if i like someone else, i marry him for what.
bro: cause you cuckoo mah.
everyone: HAHAHHAHAHAH.

HAHA.this is why i prefer older siblings to mine. and yes, my bro in there is my older 27-year old, teaches in SS/hist in ACS barker one(: the hot one.HAHA

yesterday was a very funny day. i don't know why also.
this is a conversation between me and my two-year old nephew.
ashton: what's this? (points at the road, anyway we were on the car)
me: CTE
ashton: CTE goes to my house?
me: HAHA.yes
ashton: then why so many people want to go my house? (points at the others cars on the road)
me: no la. CTE also got go my house.
ashton: then why so many people go your house.
me: HAHA. why you so cute one? CTE go many many places, like vivo, orchad... (i don't even think he knows the places but still)
ashton: HAHA! why the CTE so clever one? I LOVE CTE(:

HAHA. my nephew is so darn cute.

anyway, went to shannen's house today. dressed skimpily, NOT. GOSH, but her aircon is there is like set to absolute zero and it's a suitable place for eskimos and penguins. grrr. it was so cold, i started to have really bad, bad cramps): i don't know why also. oh. and shannen's house has alot of food. is that supposed to be a good thing or not. and we did alot of stupid things there, especially when krystal and dayna came. FUN shannen was being really obesssive about her dogs. right. i should mention the fact that they were stuffed dogs and then, what did i do there? crapped. explored her house. saw her twin brother. did half of my history essay. and built the base of my dnt bridge. not exactly very efficient if you spent 7hours there. HAHA. then i rushed to city hall to buy sharon's capo and my pick. grrr. no pink ): i settled for red. sighs. i think i'm going back there to buy another one. after endyears): and daphne owes me a macaron YIPEE. i went the pistacho one(:

YIPEE YA YA YIPEE YIPEE YA
i can finally play my DDDUUUDUDU! ohkay, maybe i really suck at strumming. but still, it's an acheivement for such a medicore player like me. :DDDDD and i realized i can't sing when i play. no mouth-hand co-ordination. grrrr. and my voice sounds terrible when i record it down on my mp3. depressed): but i still can't play i'd lie, in the taylor swift way with the ultra-difficult strumming, and not me and jarule's usual lousy single strumming. grrr. i practiced until my fingers cramped. i practiced from 11pm to 1230am last night! and woke up at 8 to practice till 10. practice so much also cannot get the damned song right. sighs. maybe i'm just not born to be another taylor swift in the making.

penny wise, pound foolish
i sold half of my most beloved make-up HOW DID I BEAR TO PART WITH MY BOBBI BROWN LIPSTICKS? ohkay. anyway, i did. remarkable for a blonde like me. so i sold off the cheapo make-up plus a few of my prized possessions and i finally raised 100bucks! :DDDD but my happiness was short-lived after i paid off my debts to my mom, i was only left with 50bucks. and i bought pretzels from aunty anne's for my sis and bro to reward them for being such awesome people in my life. i was left with 40bucks. and i spent it all on a pair of shorts, two tanktops and one sweater from cotton on. RIGHT. and i didn't even step into esprit or fox or topshop even though i don't like the clothes there. grrr. so there goes my 100bucks. so much for being penny wise, pound foolish ooh. but i remember SOME PEOPLE OWING ME MONEY. NICOLE owes me 4bucks. KRYSTAL owes me 4.50 or more. HAHA.i don't remember. grrr. who else.
i want my money back, i want money back, ooh, i want my money back

now i know why no matter how many new clothes i buy, my wardrobe is never fullbecause i throw clothes out as i buy. grrr. HAHA. so dumb right. yes, i know. i was packing my wardrobe this morning cause i bought new clothes! YIPEE then i threw away my used-to-be favorite blue mini-skirt plus a red esprit top that i specially bought for my p6 national day celebration and a black sleeveless top that i had only worn twice. grrrr. so i buy 4 items, and throw away3. how nice): but anyway, i need to buy bottoms! like one pair of new shorts and one bermudas should be enough. and cache is having buy the 2nd piece at 50% off WAHAHAHA. i need to go there. my yellow-heart shaped shirt is still there. ooh. i have very new yellow in my wardrobe. all the more, i need to buy. when i start saving money up. grrr. i must have 30bucks by the end of the endyears. ooh! i realized something my mom owes me 11bucks for the dance perfomance. HA. i'm halfway there already. that is, if i stop spening recklessly ):

OOHKAY.i have 4history-essays and 1chinese zuowen to finish by tonight, midnight. or rather, that's morning already. ):

If for every hour past 12 that you dont sleep, you get a buck, I'd be a millionaire quoted from LIBING hmmm... how true is this statement. in today's modern students' world, how many of us actually get to sleep the proper 8hours everyday. not me. i survive on 4hours. amanda can make it on 2hours!!!! :O and still look so gorgeous. swoons and sighs. HAHA.

i have superglue on my hand):
and 2H,did anyone do your dnt? HAHA. i haven't even submitted my dnt journal. nor did i study for endyears. ARGHHH i need intensive study dates with people who don't distract meeee! so DAPHNE HO , you're outta my list. HAHAHAHAH. remember, what losers do on the MRT. gosh, i should have video-ed everything down):

-A-

i like this picture.alot(:

anyway, for the first time in years, blogger's not screwing up on me. gosh, it's been a long time since i last filled my blog with vibrant pictures. gah. my blog seems dead to me anyway. sighs.

English Actually I haven't finished but since stupid Krystal stole it from me, I'm just going to copy her answers! HAHA.
Mathss YES. So proud of myself. I left with graphy questions only.
Geography HAHA.YES.I left one more paragraph with the global warming essay which I'll finish after this.
Lit PoetryIt's not THAT bad, seriously. The love poem was like WTH. HAHA. The war one was meaningful(:
Lit ProseUGH.I feel like murdering Anne Fine for this.
HistoryI only finished one source-based! Only.
ChineseGOSH.
Don't even mention Science to me. Once I start reading that darned Converging Lenses notes, I'll just faint):

Anyway, went night-cycling yesterday. Not bad apart from the fact that I didn't know what I was thinking when I showed up at East Coast Park in an one-shoulder, shorts and ballet flats. GOSH. I really wasn't using my brain while I was dressing.
And I saw this cute guy!
HAHA.Yes, Jarule, I agree with you! ECP hides many cute guys! HAHAHAH. But this is one is hotter than your Kien Lim! Mine looks like Lucas Till(: With the Alonso' killer smile included(:
Anyway, I saw this Caucasian at the bicycle rental with me. And he was cycling with me for one stretch then he overtook me. Then we returned bikes together! OMG. How cool. And he called me, YO DUDETTE, once. HAHAHA!
OMG. But the highly embarassing part was when after I returned my bike, I saw a cat!
ARGH.I was like shrieking. Shrieking. Shrieking. And he had to be behind me! RIGHT. And he laughed at me): Is that supposed to be a good thing or not? OHWELL.

GOSH.I realized that 2hours of guitar everyday doesn't do my index fingers any good. Till date, I have 12 blisters. All on my left index finger!!! And I just peeled off a 1cm by 2cm graft of skin. And it's bleeding now. :O So I'm kind of handicapped when it comes to typing. GRRR.
But I managed to masterI'd Lie by Taylor Swift! LALALALALALALA.
And in the process of playing I'm only me when I'm with you. Grrr. Stupid C chord. I hate it.
Where's NICOLE.Or anyone who can teach who to strum the damned guitar.Properly.
'One of the primary ways that exceptional guitarists stand out from more mediocre ones, is via their ability to bring life and energy to otherwise routine songs using an interesting strumming pattern'
GRRR.GRRR.GRRR.

OOH.I'm going Shannen's house tomorrow!YIPEE(:

He never tell you
But he can play guitar
I think he can ssee through
Everything but my heart
First thought when I wake up is
My God, he's beautiful
So I put on my make-up and pray for a miracle
Yes I coudl tell you his favorite colors' green
He loves to aruge
Born on the seventeen
I think I can come up with me own 'I'd lie' for the person(s) I like! HAHA.

Ohkay. Need to finish GEOG now. So long.

-A-

I'm youtube-ing like mad this morning thanks to Taylor Swift and her two new gorgeous song. Ugh. As much as I love Taylor, I need to start on my blistering homework! Gosh, has anyone have any idea on how to do that Geography water supply question? It freaks me out to the max. How. How. How. Impending, emergency problem. Crap. Nevermind. Watch videos like me. Escape reality for just a little while. Hope you get addicted to the songs(:



Gorgeous Hayley is back again with I'd Lie, Taylor Swift. Currently my favorite song and the newest song that I can play on the guitar. Clap for Algae(:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Y_VI2cIgqwc
I don't why doesn't this stupid hyperlink refuses to work. But just CRTL-C and CTRL-Z onto the browser thingy, yeah. It's a gorgeous video by Universal Studio and features Taylor Swift in bikini, ATTEMPTING to dance - HAHA - and her unglam moments. Really Cool.



This is Anna Craig and I'm only me when I'm with you. She ain't as good as Hayley but no choice. Make do, dudes(:

NICOLE-THE-STALKER OF MY BLOG. HAHA.
What's the freaking difference between the Dmajor chord and the D/F# chord?! Grrr. It's like an extra added fingers but I can't play it for nuts. Plus the both of them sounds the same. Advice me, Aunt Agony - or rather, Aunt Guitar. HAHA. And I need to learn how in the world to strum. I realized I can't strum for nuts. That's why I can't play Every Breath You Take - the song that everyone freaking person in the level can play. Oh hell. TEACH(: And should I buy a pick? Is it even spelt like this.

LALA. I'M OFFICIALLY BORED.
The construction noise outside is driving me crazy so I compete with him in the noise pollution contest, seeing whether he can drive more noise with that darned hammer and drill or me and my guitar(: I have a feeling I'm losing but I don't care. I can't sneak out to jog today cause the sky ain't looking her prettiest with those menacing clouds floating like some stupid genies. I'm going to beg my Mom to let me get out of the house to do homework. Gosh, facing the four walls everyday can lead to depression.

KRYSTAL THE BESTEST GOSSIP AND SHOPPING PARTNER ANY BLONDE COULD HAVE-
Dah-ling, cheer up OK? Think of me. Think of our umpteen shopping trips to Plaza Sing. Think of our ribbon obession at Spotlight. Think of our dwindling money when we start to step into a mall - Wait. Don't think of that. It'll make you depressed. Think of Alonso, the 'hottest' footballer every. Can't believe I'm saying that, but yes. Think of everything great and wodnerful God has created for you, OK? Don't hum on the negative stuff in life. Nobody's perfect, think of Hannah Montana. And so is life. Alright?

14 ESSAYS?!
RIGHT. I haven't even done one.
I really feel like cursing the hell out of profanities.
But... But... I made a promise! To my dah-ling Peyling. Grrr.
HELP. LIKE SERIOUSLY. ANYONE WANTS TO GO OUT TOMORROW TO DO HISTORY WITH ME. I MUST FINISH LIT TODAY. 6ESSAYS?! BUT I DON'T KNOW HOW. HELP. I'm drowning, not even treading in water.

Love,
-A-

HAHA! MY PEYLING IS SO CUTE. I LOVE MY PEYLING LOADS. OHKAY, I SHALL STOP BEING VULGAR FOR THIS WEEK.

Anyway, went jogging this morning. No one told me that jogging a thirty degree upslope for five minutes was THAT hard. I nearly died. But it was worth the climb. I saw the place I missed so much. My school. Saint Margarets Primary. The place I spent six golden years of my life in it. I love the place, despite people my uniform was the ugliest. I LOVE IT. I'm proud it. I'll glady switch my curren uniform for my green polka-dotty dress. And I wonder, does any of the SMPS-ians remember Mount Emily Park?

I remember the times I snuck out with Beverly after choir to visit the playground and had loads of fun.
I remember the times we screamed and homerun-ed in the fields.
I remember the times we had mini science expiditions to the gardens.
Well, do you remember? I do. I reminisce about it. I sat on the swings today. It felt empty without Carol pushing me onto it. I sat on the see-saw, it didn't work without Beverly on the other side. I climbed the monkey bars, I did it. It would have been a miracle if I did when I was still in primary school. I sat on the grass fields where we complained of ants and spiders while swinging our bats or playing rugby. But it seemed empty. All I saw were faint memories of my classmates running about in the hedges of bushes and the canopy of whatever coconut trees that existed. I remembered Miss Seng blowing the whistle and we would slump off to keep the PE equipment sadly. I remember fire drills where everyone complained while we squatted on the grass.

Apart from that, I feel like complaining that the entire world is a - wait, i can't swear - freaking sexist pig world.
It's not illegal for a fourteen year old to jog in the park wearing a tanktop and fbts right?
Then why does the whole world stare at me as though I had webbed feet or a third eye.
Men go shirtless. And I bet if they went bottomless, no one would give a damn except for the government and some director who's in charge on the latest porno movie.
Ugh. I cannot stand it.

And did I say something-
I CAN PLAY BREATHE. OH YES UH HUH UH HUH.
I CAN'T BREATHE... WITHOUT YOU BUT I HAVE YOU BREATHE...
HAHAHAHA! I'M SO HAPPY AND I MEMORIZED ALL THE CHORDS. BUT THE STUPID 6TH CAPO DRIVES ME CRAZY. I REALIZED I CAN'T COUNT THE FRETS. OHWELL.
NEXT UP - YOU'RE NOT SORRY.
GOSH, I CAN'T PLAY TELL ME WHY FOR NUTS.



THIS GIRL IS AWESOME, SHE HAS A BEAUTIFUL VOICE AND I LOVE HER STRUMMING PATTERNS!DID YOU SEE THE PART WHERE SHE CHANGED CHORDS FOR THE 'MAKES ME RUN FOR COVER WHEN YOU'RE AROUND'. SHE'S PRO, DUDE. I CAN'T CHANGE THAT ONE FOR NUTS. SHE SHOULD HAVE BEEN SIGNED FOR A RECORD RIGHT? I LOVE HER(:

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HER COVERS ARE FANTASTIC.

OOH AND JARULE! I WANT TO CRASH YOUR HOUSE SOMEDAY WITH MY BEAUTIFUL GUITAR AND LET'S RECORD A COVER! HAAHAHA. SHE CAN DO FEARLESS/YOU BELONG WITH ME/THE WAY I LOVED YOU/FOREVER AND ALWAYS/OUR SONG/BREATHE. HAHA. I HAVEN'T GOTTEN ABOUT LEARNING FIFTEEN OR WHITE HORSE(: AND LOVE STORY IS DAMN DIFFICULT. GOSH, HOW TO READ THE TABS?! HAHAHAAHAHAHA.

OHKAY, I NEED TO DO HISTORY ESSAYS AND MSN JOLENE AND PRACTICE MY GUITAR.

LOVE,
-A-

OMG. IF MR ALOYSIUS WONG IS READING THIS NOW, GO AWAY.

Anyway, I need to sum up the commontion my mom raked up yesterday. Whoever saw my display messages, they're just an expression of pure hatred and replusion towards my mom. So yesterday was - I hate my mom. Common fact, my sadly, true. And sadly, she read the fucking thing - oh, and alloy, if you're reading this, don't comment on the profanities. And she freaked out like Denise seeing a bee or Krystal seeing a bird. So she slapped me and ranted like - If you hate me then get out of my house. Blah, blah. Dragged me by my Cedar Dance Tee and whoosh - I'm outta the house. Slammed the door in my face. But apparently, Algae is a green plant not be messed with. I just stayed outside, not begging my mom from the window to let me in. Or bribe my brother, stuff like that. I just remained outside, GARDENING. Yes, fucking gardening. Trying to dig the ginger out of the ginger plant and yeah, trying to revive some of my dead aloy vera. Not bad- when the corridor is blood quiet and you can sing Fifteen and Nobody's Perfect at the top of your voice. No one gives a bloody damn. So plan for next morning - which is supposed to be today - Run away from home. HAHA. My seniors would be laughing at me if they see this. But apparently, plan failed. Mom took all the keys away and yeah, I kind of overslept. Too late for me to run to grandad's house. But fuck, I'd already packed all my homework and clothes and the guitar into the fucking Clinique bag already. All ready for my adventure. So now, I'm stuck at home with this heavy suspicion that my mother has read my blog and thinks that Krystal is bloody bad influence on me. Life sucks. And I'm losing my appetite the way a parachuter loses the altitude when he's jumping down. Skipped breakfast and lunch. Slept on the floor - well, mom-forced. Had prep talk with her when I was already half-asleep. Ohwell. Did I say? Let me say it again. Life sucks.

Goodbye,
-A-

FUCK, FUCK. JUST PLAIN FUCK. My mom is grounding me from seeing Krsystal after she saw a message from her with the so-called 'F-language'. RIGHT. She was nagging out 'how appalled she was that Cedarians actually use the F-language. How disappointing'. Sounds like one of our principals right. But the ironic part is, her daughter is as screwed up, as vulgar.

And yes, sometimes I just have to love Math. Like really. I don't know how. Cause these Math questions - the more difficult it is, the better - it takes my mind away. Especially with Lily Allen's music blasting away, it helps me to forget that my brother has stolen my phone after he saw that I was messaging Aloysius. I mean, WHAT THE FUCK. We're living in the 21st century, not stuck in the bronze age or when we weren't even homo sapiens. So now my oh-so-intelligent brother (no kidding, I'll explain later why is he smart) is going to show my messages to my mom and declare him as my new boyfriend. FUCK, just plain fuck. The last thing I need is a boyfriend.

Ohkay, am I just stupid or is the world round me getting smarter? My brother can do the 6mark question in everyone's VS paper2. Right. And Mr Chue and I took 30minutes to figure that out. Seriously, is my IQ 'deproving'?

Like a headless chicken. Or rather, like a heartless musician. I'm just playing - no, I mean pressing the finger boards and strumming the strings - the guitar. There's a difference. I have MP3 plugged in and I just strum. And strum. And strum. So that I cry through Taylor Swift's songs or scream it out loud with the 'Should've said no' and 'I Heart Question Mark'. Seriously, I need to jog. And it'd better to be soon. Ohkay, my fucking asshole brother has supplementary on Wednesday. Ah. Fantastic. I can sneak out to go Mount Emily Park to jog.

Hypocritcal bitch. To think that I actually told you a secret no one knows apart from my parents and the police. Not even my sis or older or younger brother knows. And yet I told you. And yet you turned out to be such a condescending, pretentious, attention-seeking bitch. Slut. Whore. Whatever. Back-stabber.

Wait. Update on what I did today. Finished all Math papers except for the graph questions. Have to go bloody Popular to get the graph paper tomorrow. And I went to school. To see Mr Chue. With Krystal. And Celine Tan. HAHA. Yes, I had to beg, bribe, plead, convince, whatever just to make him be my nominating teacher for COALS. And the best part is, he's NOT fucking convinced. Where is Mr Chan when I need him. OHWELL. And yeah, had fun with Jesslyn-oh-jesslyn, sharianty, celine tan, crystal and krystal. HAHA. Ohkay, very gay times with nail polish, throwing MY marker around and trying to shoo birds away. HAHAHAHA. And then PLAZASING. Fuck, I can't afford the Esprit shirt that I want. And I need new shorts. Ohkay, I think I sound like a bimbo rattling off her ridiculously long wish for Santa. OHWELL.

OHKAY. I'm trying to get out of the house as much as possible. It's not the four walls. It's the people. Trust me. Anyone wants a mom-swap? Or rather, a jellyfish mom. A headless, bloodless, brainless, hearless jellyfish.

TAGREPLIES-
IRENE - DBSK. RIGHT-.-
YINGYI - TSK. I was so close to A1. 1mark. GRR):
FLORENCE- HAHA. Yes. I'll bring you Orchad Ion, Paragon, Taka, Wisma. The best excursion of your life. HAHA.
KRYSTAL- YES, it is. Stupid girl. HAHA.
ALIAAAAAH - HEHE. Ohkay, linked(:
CELASTINE - You look GOOD as usual. I look better than usual. HAHA. I'm mean to my mom. Take a look at how my mom treats me. It's worse than building the Death Railway or being a prisoner-of-war. Trust me. Mom-switch?

Life seems so monochrome without you,
-A-

P.S It's unbelievable Crystal Seet is going to become a Sec4. WAIT. I'm going to become a Sec3. Upper-sec. Unimaginable. HAHA. Unless I die before next year. Not a bad chance, though. I'd just read paracetamol overdose is fatal. HMMM... NOT BAD.

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