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

Viewers discretion advised!
warning: not suitable for the holy and anti-profanity people like vanessa ng yue ting and people who don't wish to listen to bitchings or rantings. thankyou.



you know, you should totally go create some iphone app that tracks the number of friends you have stolen and what are your next targets or how to go about it. yes, it'll totally help on your life mission to steal friends from everyone else right and create your own fan clubs all around the world. ohmyfuck, i just need to rant. so what's the highest honor? the record-breaking number of friends on facebook? more than half mil guys in singapore knowing your number? goddamnit, you think you're playing LA societal wives game is it where those beautiful people marry for money and then pitch against their 'friends' over who organises the posh-est balls in summer is it? seriously, can you get any shallow-er, bitch?

and if anyone here thinks that i'm jealous of people believe that pretty faces go a long way, you have a seriously flawed mind. why the fuck would i want to be just skin-deep beautiful, when i can be smart and talented and everything that they're not. plus, plastic surgeons are invented for a reasons. but there are no brain transplants yet. so even if you are miss homecoming queen or whatever, let's see who max out our olevel scores.

cross my fingers that i dont rupture my arteries while fuming over this.



anyway,
OMGGGGG. LAURA LIM JIA MIN IS IN THE SAME CHRUCH AS AMANDA AND IS FRIENDS WITH AMANDA'S SISTER. arghhhhh, i officially hate miss-suck-my-balls who cannot solve cubic expressions))))))))))):



-A-

'we should drink more quickly, then more people can die.'
guess where my brother inherited the sadist in him from.


the weekend's going to a bitch, i swear.

01. nursing a major headache after cross country(i ran the whole frickin' way just to see someone that i didn't manage to see, like pffft)
02. and for god's sake, i need to start studying! 3weeks to midyears, who am i kidding.
03. and do homework. can't afford to fail double math. again.
04. blasted more than fifty bucks this week on tenyear series i have a feeling i won't do, but who cares, buying them makes me feel smart(but opening the book and attempting the question makes me feel like a dumbfuck)
05. i'm spending too much money.



I NEED TO GET A LIFE!
omg, yingyi, can we just go shopping on sunday! heck whatever midyears, i'm going to die from all this acting-like-a-two-faced-bitch and the i-cant-understand-michael-chia shit.
):


!!!!!!!
):


-A-

HAHA HAHA HAHA HAHA,
comes in pretty handy when daphne realizes that the MAN she had been crushing on is a friggin homosexual. like awesome shit or what.



school hasn't been that bad yet. highlight yet.
blasted my half-day studying with vanessa at farrer park thinking that it would be some ulu pandan place where no cedarians would come.
like hell, saw so many cedarians who escaped from ppmacs thinking that there would be crowded.
then spent all my savings on tenyear series
(i think i wasn't thinking when i was at the cashier)
25bucks on assesment books?! omg, trip sci-ness has gotten into, hasn't it.



anyway,
I AM LOOKING FOR A JOB.
okay, perefably in the retail industry. like who can picture me wearing a channel suit strutting up and down shenton carrying documents.
and i got A1 for home econs, hire me to work in your mom's restaurant(that's you, vanessa)
and i'm a responsible kid. okay, maybe not.
and i'm the most careful person in the world, or maybe not.
but thing is: I NEED THE MONEY.



if i charge ten bucks for every physics tuition i give to daph/vanessa,
i can buy an itouch already.
wheeeeee(:



pl: HAHA,aw bak kak. is that how you spell it.
denise: SUCKERRRRRRR. i haven't taught you free-fall yet!!! and you owe me money, miss-i-have-a-fragile-nose.
minru: wheeee! give me the sex scandal website. HAHA, i cannot find):




-A-

pffftttt,
i have like four weeks to midyears and i have not started studying,
but four weeks does sound very long, doesn't it.





the weekend's been like shit.
arts fest is over and i can't believe i'm saying this - i miss broadway.


what happened to my prime-time entertainment on saturday mornings?

like waking up, complaining the hell to my mom then walking to school while praying that i owned a private jet so i could just fly to cedar, then attempting to do homework with yingyi that ususally fails, force those early juniors to do broadway first while we laugh laugh laugh over nothing, then seng henk would come and he would be like lets call for pizza and then he would have the menu out already and then we decide that we are too poor or too fat and hence no pizza.

sighs, i miss his gay and nonsense shit and how irene is prettier than i am and natasha having the natasha face, irene having the epic attempt-to-look-sexy face, and how tengshuan got the blur face and he would be like nicole kidman, nicole kidman, nicole kidman!

but let me clear up on someting,
i don't miss dancing or any sort like that.
i miss being myself with the juniors and just having with seng henk when he's not screaming at us.




today's study session was an utter failure.


i should have known better-
denise and yingyi and me?

i didn't even manage to get my books out before the two declared 'lets go play instead of studying'.
then we got chased out of the playground by the security guard. so much for pretending that we were five-year-olds.
and then we went shopping, shopping, shopping. and forgot all about studying!


didn't even use my pen during today's study date, let alone get all the cheam, cheam bio&chem&phy shit into my meagre brain.



wheeeeeeeee-
i want an itouch.
badly.

and i've decided to push back the stupid piano-frenzy till after Os,
since i can't get it right anyway.




fuck, it's monday tomorrow.



-A-

THANKYOU!
just to emphasize my point.

arts fest is finally over so i'm going to take this chance to type an oscar's thankyou speech.


1. thankyou minru for imparting your eye-make up skills to me and breaking down with me when we couldn't get the eye shadow colors right. 'OMGGGGG, I WANT TO CRY ALREADY. WHY THE EYES LIKE THAT ONE?!!!!!!' yes, it was hysteria.

2. thankyou yingyi for just tahan-ing all my shit this whole broadway journey and always coming earlier for dance and waiting for me until you feel like dying. and thanks for making my hair, i had nice hair for the first time in my fifteen years.

3. thankyou irene for always being the sensible one with all the 'SHHHHHHH' and the 'TIMECHECKKKK!' or the school would have just collasped with all the sound the dancers were making.

4. thankyou kimberly for being such a willing guinea pig when i want to try my make-up skills even though you know that you were putting yourself in potential danger of having your pretty face temporarily disfigured. but it wasn't so bad was it, HAHA. and all the 'wheee' and weird dance moves we spazz over. and one last thing, STOP JABBING MY BOOBS, KIMBERLY!!!

5. thankyou tengshuan for being such a lovely junior. i don't know why but i know that every time you hear me laugh then you will laugh. and when i see your face, i just LOL. it's crazy, miss-you-have-the-same-initials-as-taylor-swift.

6. thankyou natasha for initiating the i-am-nicole-kidman ego boost campaign or we would have shown up on stage looking like beansprouts.

7. thankyou lorraine being such an adorable junior who has to plaster on that fake glamorous smile during stunts even though unreliable kimberly and natasha are basing you.HAHA.

8. thankyou all the other broadway dancers for tolerating my late-night sms-es and not dying on the day of arts fest or we would be so screwed.

9. thankyou hiphop-ers especially rachel and shiri and denise. you guys were like just there armed with hairsprays and hairpins attempting to help us finish the crazy hairdo with the time crunch. kudos to you guys!

10. thankyou mldds and tldds for putting up with all the modern dancers cause we are just one whole bunch of boisterous and hyperactive kids. and i enjoyed dancing in the backstage with you all too.

11. thankyou to the people who screamed 'go algae!' before my performance. thankyou thankyou and like awesomely thankyou, you don't know how much it means to me. i was practically spazzing out in the backstage. thanks for the extra confidence.

12. thankyou to everyone else who watched, enjoyed and cheered for the dancers during the night. unless you're up there, you'll never know how much applause/cat whistles/cheers make our hearts swell and happy.

13. thankyou to the peeps who rushed on stage after the performance with the 'OMG,YOU'RE SO AWESOME' and etc. stuff. thankyou krystal/melody/vanessa/michelle koh/sharianty/gayle/rachel and the list continues. thanks for making me feel that i did something right for the first time.

14. thankyou teachers(not as if they'll read this) for all the cliche stuff that i shall not type but yes, point taken. and for mr goh - our broadway teacher, he should start his own show like ellen degenres if he decides to stop dancing one day. cause i swear he'll make big bucks as a comedian.

15. thankyou.



i just said 20 'thankyou's above. woah.
never have i been so appreciative of the little things that exist.



and for what happened AFTER ARTS FEST:
yingyi's down with stomach flu.
celine has like bad, bad cramps.
i punched denise in the face and she had a massive nose bleed with enough blood running from her nose to fill an olympic-sized swimming pool.

dancers aren't exactly the strongest people in the world, are they?



and what's going to happen AFTER AFTER ARTS FEST:
well, the principals' should be saying hey-you-all-should-forget-about-it-already-i've-earned-my-money-now-it's-for-you-to-go-grab-some-A1s-back-for-me.
which somewhat implies that it's the start of mugging season with midyears like what, four weeks from now?
hope that scared the helluva out of some of you who have been living under the rock.
YES, FUCKING MIDYEARS ARE IN FOURWEEKS.




&I WANT TO WORK IN THE HOLIDAYS(random)
and earn like 400bucks.
i like to feel money in my wallet.



&&OMG,stop teasing about my face/expression during the dance.
gahhhh, so embarrasing)))):



i'm going to watch moulin rogue now! WHEEEEE, SO HAPPY.
CAN SEE NICOLE KIDMAN!!!!!!!!!!



-A-

You can't force me into loving someone or something I hate

MY BROTHER'S GETTING MARRIED
TOMORROW!

HAHA,and no it doesn't feel weird to have a brother who is thirteen years older than you and is going to be THAT man in the tux waiting for the bride to hurry up walk to the aisle so they can get down and over with the damned engagement.





but:

01. what the hell am i supposed to be wearing for tomorrow. i googled 'wedding dress code' and they say no black color and what shit lah, my whole wardrobe is predominantly BLACK. and i don't want to wear white, later people think i'm some overgrown flower girl. SO HOW.

02. i only knew that my brother was getting married tomorrow today. talk about siblings. he didn't even like put the event on facebook and at least i would know IN ADVANCE. sometimes, i really feel like slapping him.

03. my mom just told me that the concept for 'wedding gifts' do exist. like hell, what am i supposed to get for bride/bridegroom?! what, photocopy yingyi's history notes and give him say it's cedar intellectual property and he can go use for his own school. then idk!!!

04. does anyone want my bandnight ticket cause the wedding clashes with it.




and guess what,
i only know several things about my sister-in-law-to-be:

- she's an english teacher in ACS barker
- she lives in jurong
- she's not my brother's first girlfriend and hopefully, she'll be his last (HAHAH,bro, don't cheat on women or else i'll personally murder you)
- i know her name(ALICE!) but she doesn't know mine (-.-)

awesome right? talk about blood being thicker than water.
i think dilute hydrochloric acid is thicker my family's blood.



and tomorrow's some shit-faced chinese exam at ulu pandan tiong bahru, and i blasted my entire week's savings on guitar accessories and chocolate crossiants and i have NO MONEY for tomorrow's lunch and to get whatever, 'wedding gift'.


anyway, on a sombre note,
cedar's express yourself day '10 was one of the worst in like what, modern world history.


-A-

I DID NOT FUCKING COPY YOU
every dance move/spastic move was all impromptu work and for god's sake, i didn't even know what you did.
and yes, i'm scared to telling it to you face-to-face so it's written here cause i know you will read it.
and i thought you trusted me.
cause i did.



'what are you playing?'
'nothing.'

i'm sick and tired of people walking by and asking what the fuck am i doing when i am sitting on the piano chair with my fingers on the keys and my eyes scanning my own music sheet.
obvious much.



but i'm not going to give up so easily.
taylor swift is who she is today because she didn't let what other people think of her country music into her head and now she is, owning a private plane, organising worldwide sell-out tours, having covers on magazines.
and if she had listened to people's 'ahh, you suck' i wouldn't have a blonde role model today.


follow your heart.



there's like less than 40days to midyears.
pfffttttt):

math remedial today was like:
'shit, yixin, how to do?! ahhh, mr khoo is here. pretend, pretend.'
hmmm, let's just say that if i pass math for midyears will be somewhat like a miracle.

and miss chin's most probably going to pull me out from dance,
and i'll be like some nerdy geek with black rimmed glasses in the library and sproutings words like 'according to newton's third law' and that pile of shit,
and i will be crowned as the most no life cedarian in history,
and yeah, die or something like that.

but seriously, even foreign scholars have more life than me.
goddamnit, the last i went proper shopping was what, march holidays?
and my chinese scholar partner goes to orchad road as if its her second home.
argh.



you act like you love me,
you act like you care-
then you turn your back on me
and act like i'm not there



madilyn bailey is an awesome singer and composer(((:
and i'm not in the mood to spazz over nicole kidman today.
not in the mood to do anything, actually.


-A-

for kimberly and irene. HAHA.



songs i want to learn on the piano:
-love story
-you belong with me
-when you're gone
-bleeding love
-one in a million
-everytime

mark my words, i will.
it's just a matter of time.



today's dance was lets-annoy-kimberly-day.
other than that, ugh. 8days to dance night.
and the school don't let me change my ticket from bandnight to litup):


i'm kinda busy,
i'm kinda busy,
i'm kinda busy.
yes, and especially during recess.
so don't come disturb me.

ANYONE GOT A KEYBOARD THAT YOU DON'T WANT ANYMORE, TEXT MEEEEEE. ARIGATOU(:


&NICOLE KIDMAN IS SO GODDAMNED HOT))))): remind me to spazz over her in my next post. wheeeee((((:


-A-

miss chin:
so 3M, do you get it?

me:
yesssssss.

miss chin moves on to another question.

me: (turning behind to face the smart-ass people)
what the hell had she been talking about?!!! I DONT UNDERSTAND.





that maybe, possibly,
i wasn't the best,
can't compare to rest.

i think god's giving me the signal to just give it all up.
i didn't ask to be born stupid, if you guys didn't realize that.

-A-

in that case, i should have the most incredible and fantastic and awesome life ever.
but apparently, not.



today i did one amath question on simultaneous equations.
i spent 30 minutes doing it.
i spent 7 attempts on it.
miss chin spent 5 times correcting it,
until she said,
'forget it.'
then she walked away.
and i think she just gave up.

like fucking hell, who takes 30minutes and 7attempts to a do a fucking easy equation. well it's supposedly easy but to me, it ain't. and i just don't know why i cant get the answer either.



mistakes are a part of life.
math mistakes probably make up 99.8percent of my life,


and no guys,
it doesn't fucking help one single bit when i'm trying my best to learn how to play you belong with me on the piano and you guys think that it's noob shit or whatever.
i've not exactly spent half of my life staring at the instrument itself,
and i draw a fucking paper piano just to practice while doing homework.
okay,
so from tomorrow onwards, i'll be in the hall playing the piano.
then people can just shut the fuck up about me polluting the air with taylor swift songs.



okay, from my language you can probably tell that i'm like an active volcano now.
i'm suffering from eczema - skin inflammation - and it sucks, it really does.

sweating is absolute torture.
imagine sodium chloride on open wounds.
it hurts that fucking much.
and yet, i don't know why i bother to jog, do my 5items and right, tomorrow-dance.

bathing is even worse.
yesterday, i came out of my bathroom laughing. cause it was so painful that i couldn't cry, i just shook them with the evil-vampire-wants-to-take-over-the-world kind of laugh.
today i bit my tongue till it bled because i didn't want to cry.



so yes, you guys can contribute towards a better algae.
just stop pissing me off.

-A-

You make me dance like no one's watching
You make me love like I've never been hurt

today's a slow Sunday afternoon, and i have no idea what to blog about):
oh, but if you think that the above lyrics sounds nice, listen to the song here

was pissed cause i coughed out blood yesterday morning, was almost late for dance, screwed up dance prac and alot of fucking shit about dance i don't feel like elaborating or else i'll die of a heart attack before i even finish this post.

is pissed cause i'm suffering withdrawal symptoms. nah, i don't take drugs. but damn it, my teeth chatters and i break down. i hate being sick.

will be pissed cause i don't know, it's a monday tomorrow. which means i have to wake up to face the bitches of the world and then drag my sorry ass for dance practice tomorrow.



just to rant-

ouyang, unite, ouyang.
i'll perservere all the way,
make sure i suck all the money,
the skirt must be very long,
the hair must be very neat,
the sock must become stockings,

all the money must come to me,
i want to spend on mercedes,
i want to eat abalone,
and maybe some hokkien mee.

you can sing it to the school song.
lyrics copyrighted to the people who hate cedar.




when i grow up, i want to be a cold-hearted bitch.

-A-

FOR THE ANG-MOH FANS:



FOR THE KPOP-ERS:


it's awesome shit i swear,
like they're making the piano talk with their fingers.







i've always wanted to play the piano since i was young.
my mom never agreed, citing that music was a waste of time(bloody hell not).
so she put me in ballet, thinking that it would make a green pond scum more gentle and graceful.
and i swear, that day when i become gentle will never come.
so i wasted 5years of my life learning something i'd never liked when this whole time, i've been wishing to play an instrument that i'm in awe of.

life sucks, doesn't it?

and now i'm doing something5times a week which i absolutely hate and yet i'm willing to work in a fastfood restaurant just to earn enough money to buy a keyboard.

and it makes it even more unfair when i have friends around me who have the privilege of learning music and there they are complaining while being mesmerized by my cca.
oh fuck it, text me if you want to switch.

&pssst, i never said i was good at guitar. i never said i had this profound mozart-talent within me for playing piano. i'm just saying i love it, that's all.






okay, today i'm in a bad, bad mood.
got scolded by laoshi for failing normal chinese mock paper.
utterly pissed during dance-shopping, hey hey, no surprise.
and tomorrow's speech day, ugh.

looking on the bright side,
TOMORROW IS LOSER-OUTING WITH THE LOSER-CLUB PEOPLE.
and fuck, stop asking why do we form a club.
cause hey, the name says it all: WE'RE LOSER WITH NOTHING BETTER TO DO,that's why.

and guess what,
i'm not going to particpate in syf11.
fuck the dance exco'10!

-A-

Dear God,
I have a problem. It's me.

vanessa, this is a profanity-free blogpost for your innocent eyes.








dancer;
a person who dance.
a person, not an algae.

-A-

failed two logarithms pop quiz, four out of fifteen, five out of twenty.
and today's math remedial was, 'damn it! how the hell do you do this?!' followed by miss chin's annoyed ramblings.

sighs, maybe it's time for me to resign into fate that i can't do anything right.

-A-

for irene and yingyi.




fuck,
life's been horrible these days.
i'm failing logarithms all over again.
and people around me are acting as if cedar is giving out an award for best actress.




Remember in kindergarten where it would be your first day and you would meet someone new and ten minutes later you would be playing with them like you were best friends? Because back then, you didn't have to pretend to by anybody but yourself.



argh, not in the mood to blog anymore.

ditching dance tomorrow. sense the happiness, elation, joy, ecstasy dripping in my voice.
but i'm going for math remedial, it is only slightly better.

mom's been controlling me as if i'm a robot to her remote control.
she thinks that me eating paracetamol is like the worst thing on earth and that i'll die from overdose and all that shit.
then she knows nothing about what her daughter has been doing.
nothing, i swear, nothing.

got my third offence for short skirt yesterday,
and for the last goddamned time,
your length of skirt is not fucking proportionate your character.

this is a rather vulgar post.
but who cares, you're free to rant when you completed your 2.4 and your amath homework and have dragon-bitches breathing fire at your neck and school councils who are so irritating/annoying/whatever and refuse to give your cca some funding.

'i hate dance.'
'why?!!!!! i thought dance is such an awesome and fun cca?'
the next i swear someone says this, i'm not going to waste my 42 muscles frowning at you, i'm just going to lift my hand up and BITCH SLAP that person.
cause no, my cca isn't the fun-est thing in the whole wide world.
if it is, me and my friends wouldn't be speculating to join library.

-A-

but i'm scared.



i'm scared that what i can do on the guitar, which isn't alot, is just a fluke.
i'm scared that i have absolutely no left-right hand co-ordination and i cannot play the piano.
i'm scared that one day, someone will tell me in the face that i have no musical talent.
i'm scared that i will fail my math again for midyears.


and ironically,
i'm not scared of standing on the ledge of a cliff and falling off.
i'm not scared of pain.
i'm not scared of being shot straight right through the chest by a lead bullet.
i'm not scared of my heart being broken by a person.
i'm not scared of being run down by a truck, flattened like macdonalds pancakes.



okay, this is crazy.

my mom has been out since 12pm and will only be back at 2am and this is driving me intently mad. why am i even confessing my profound fears on my blog for everyone and anyone to read,




i'm watching piano covers on youtube for a change. guitar on hiatus.
these people are so awesome.
they can play by ear.
they can arrange their own music sheets.
they can like freakin' beethoven(i have never seen how he plays the piano though)
but watching these people shatter my own dreams.
i want to be like them, but can i ever be.



foongyy: emily osment is the 2nd prettiest blond in the whole wide world(((: and go listen to her songs. 'found out about you' is my favourite song in her EP. go listen once you have proper access to your comp.

gay-le: you and your korean pop stars.

irene: tsk. i'm used to the movie trailers that go 'this summer, something is going to happen to blah blah blah' and reading all my american books. but your comment made me ROFL-ed, my brother thought i was hysterical.


my mom once sent me to the institue of mental health to see a child psychologist when i was eleven. i was a suspected case of hyperactivity and learning disability. ironic much. but i refused to speak up during the session with the doc, i just sat there like moss on a rock, unmoving. so i guess in the end they never knew whether there's a glitch in my brain.
and i think there is.
my brother has dyslexia.
my niece has epilepsy.
so what makes everyone think that i'm a normal kid.

maybe i'm not,
maybe i'm just this weird, demented, retarded kid who has never seen the world the same way everyone else does.
and they'll expell me from school, and i'll go into hiding, maybe they'll admit me into the mental hospital.
maybe, just maybe.



hell, i have unfinished homework and there is 11hours till tomorrow's mornign assembly.
and i think that the sentence above is the only sentence that sounds normal in my entire post



-A-

when there's a will, there's a way
when there's an algae, she'll precede

i fucking swear i will.


yknow,
appearances only get you that far.

ultimately,
what takes you the furthest is the brain, the wit, and the money.

so you can continue over-indulging in your little world of partying, making friends, stealing my friends, and be crowned miss homecoming queen.
and not that i fucking care.

because, i know, ten years from now,
i'll be the one sitting in my own transparent office on wall street and earning one hundred and twenty thousand annually.

and i will know that,
it's my brain and my grit that brought me this far.

so guess what,
i'm not jealous of you. not a single teeny-weeny bit.
in fact, i'm pitying you small-brained bitch.




this summer,
i'm going to get a job. earn the dollars. buy my keyboard. live my dream.

but for now,
let the sadistic teachers torment us with assignments and tests.
after all, they're going to die first.
so let them have their pleasurable moments.

'so what am i going to choreo after this?'
'let's throw lorraine into the audience!'
'yes! and squash the principal, the vice-principal, especially that irritating one!'
'and the discipline mistress!'

congrats, cedar. this is what you've driven us to. plotting ways of revenge and murder on you during arts fest.

-A-

I've never wanted something so badly before.
Holidays, hurry up. I need to start working and start saving up to buy a keyboard.
I really want to pick up piano, really.

-A-

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