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

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

Indigo'09
1Hcube'08
2HighOnHiccups'09
Modern dancer
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"if she's pretty, then i'm taylor swift's daughter!"

ohmymymy, lovelovelove today's study date!
me+yy+xiantong+margie found our alter egos!

i'm taylor swift's daughter and i'm secretly blond.
xiantong's obama's mistress.
yy's xiantong's illegitimate child.
and marige's marilyn monroe's dog!
HAHAHAHAH. random much and totally no link, but it's a private joke!

"twin sisters from mumbai lah, INDIA!"
totally love bitching about people from all over the world.

but the study date was totally failed. we just ended up playing with margie's phone half the time and the other half of the time trying to finish all the food we had on the table.
but then again, WE HAD FUN. who cares about the rest, at most retain lah!




me and yy's perfect word to describe school - SUCKSSSSS.
triple math periods and math mock everyday and chinese mock every other day,TEACHERS ARE SECRETLY MERCENARIES!
and i'm going to see grossteo on monday three times in a day, every other period! SOMEONE REMIND TO BRING EYE DROPS LEST MY EYES GET INFECTION FROM BEING POLLUTED!!!!!

HAHAHAH, i'm a mean bitch but who really cares.

my logic:
you buy spectacles because you want to see right, so if your specs are blurry, thus they are FAILURES.
you use pens because you want to write and if no ink comes out, hence they are FAILURES.
you hire teachers because you want to learn and if you don't, HE IS A FAILED TEACHER.
this is pretty much what happens in my science lessons.



and these few weeks are probably going to be the only times when i don't regret joining a trip science class.
CAUSE SCHOLARS ARE LIKE AWESOME.
ilovelovelove hanging out with scholars cause they're like the cutest people on earth who sleep damn late and wake up damn early just to study! HAHAHA, and singaporeans bully them because we teach them how to swear and not to pay attention during lessons. all around me is like welcome to united nations, and i love swearing in vietnamese and laughing with my adorable indonesian classmates and all the funny things that we do.
(like singing primary school SYF choir set piece during chinese)




now, it's my turn to roll my eyes, scoff and say 'seriously?'
SERIOUSLY.


-A-

You eat, you’re fat. You don’t eat, you’re a freak. You drink, you’re an alcoholic. You don’t drink, you’re a pussy. You read, you’re a nerd. You don’t read, you’re stupid. You tell a secret, you’re an attention seeker. You don’t tell a secret, you’re still attention seeking. You let someone in, you’re easy. You don’t let someone in, you’re too uptight. You smoke, you think you’re cool. You don’t smoke, you’re a loser. You’ve had sex, you’re a slut. You haven’t had sex, you’re a frigid little bitch. You wear make up, you’re a slag. You don’t wear make up, you’re ugly.

You can’t please anyone. Ever.



therefore,
i'm a fat, alcoholic, nerdy, attention seeking, easy, loser, ugly, frigid little bitch.

and since only dead fish swim along with the stream,
who gives a fuck about fitting in.



-A-

i never gave up, you know.
you did.




stupid stupid stupid endyears and the bullshit propoganda that 1.0 is the only way to go in life.
stupid stupid goddamned stupid algae who left her metal notes in class and she ought to go screw herself and her chem exams.
stupid stupid stupid world, why the hell are we mugging on electrionic road pricing systems and remainder theorem when millions of girls the same age as us are working in brothels and as child soldiers.

i hate this flawed education system.

(not the first time you're hearing this and it won't be the last either)




ilovephysicslessons.
lovelovelove turning behind to talk to px and vi, indulge myself in drawing tropical rainforests and failed portraits of taylor swift and my physics teacher (i use a red pen to make his face seem like those you know, children books with alot of dots and you join them to make a picture. if you knew my physics teacher, you would know why our class wanted to buy him pimple cream as a teachers day present)

ilovestudydates.
lovelovelove yy and xiantong and all that shit that we do.

ilovetaylorswift.
lovelovelove beautiful song lyrics that make me cry a river and make me more depressed than i already am. but who cares, it's the emo age. we cut ourselves with a razor, we silt our wrists, we take sleeping pills, we free-fall from flats.





To me, fearless is not the absence of fear. It's not completely unafraid. To me, fearless is having fears. Fearless is having doubts. Fearless is living in spite of those things that scare you to death. Fearless is falling madly in love. Fearless is getting back up and fighting for waht you want over and over again ... even though every time you've tried before, you've lost. I think allowing yourself to cry on the bathroom floor is fearless. Letting go is fearless. Then moving on and being alright. That's being fearless too.

i. am. fearless.


-A-

If you’re skinny, people will call you anorexic. If you’re intelligent, people will call you a smartass. If you are pretty, people will call you fake.

No matter what, people will always find something wrong with you.
And the trick is? Just don’t give a fuck.




okayso,
I LOVELOVELOVE UNIVERSAL STUDIOS!
even though like i swear i'm a scardey cat that totally throws face because i hold my junior's hand and tell her that i'm frickin' scared out of my mind before a roller coaster ride and i scream at explosions in the water show and stupid hippopotamus freak me out at lame egyptian rides.
proof? i took the same JUNIOR rollercoaster rides 7times and i'm still scared of it. took me 5tries before i dared to open my eyes on the ride.
conclusion? algae is not that fearless after all.

BUT BUT BUT BUT BUT,
it was holycrap fun!
lovelovelove my sec1 juniors. they're downright hilarious.
we fight over cheese in the restaurant. (not the use of 'we' and not 'them') they fight over drinks in the restaurant. we camwhore with pizza plates.
and i hyperventilate after rides with sec1s too. EPIC FAIL SENIOR.

and hanging out with such innocent juniors make me wonder what makes angel-like and delicate cedarians who first step into cedar step out of cedar as a bitch.



YAY.
DANCERS ARE WEIRD PEOPLE!
margie's conclusion after failed study date at longjohns today.
you kind of don't need proof to back this hypothesis up do you?
just look around you. we've got the best of a million worlds.
the pretty, the bitch, the sluts, the nerds.
you want it all, we've got it all.




YAY-ER.
lovelovelove study dates with yy plus xiantong that turn into confessions of a deprieved childhood session.

1. yy dances with curtains because she thought they were lonely.
2. me and xiantong cut ourselves with razor blades cause... we are cuckoo and curious and all that good jazz?
3. and two of us tried shaving our eyebrows too.
goddd,
for the love of the things we do.

and (ex)left-handers unite!
being abnormal is AWESOME.
fitting in is so overrated.



AND MAJOR YAY YAY YAY!
laura's so not angry with me already!!!!
totally made my morning.



ohyeah,
and I.AM.GOING.TO.FAIL.MY.EMATH.MOCK(and probably my endyears too)
some ancient math god is like what waving at me and saying 'WELCOME BACK TO MATH REMEDIAL AND THE SAY HI TO THE BUNCH OF DUMBASSES WHO CAN'T TELL SINE FROM COSINE.'
asshole.



WALAU! I ACCIDENTALLY DROPPED MY CAMERA'S MEMORY CARD INTO WATER AND U-G-H, MY PICTURES ARE CORRUPTED. DANG, DANG, DANG, DANG.



i aspire to be smart someday.
SOMEONE LEND ME BIO AND CHEM NOTES.



-A-

my bung girl (lovelovelove) and my new found (almost) makeup fanatic!



sprouts was thelove with yy, yx, suyu, denise, celine!
suyu+yx = THE ultimate comedy
denise+celine = THE ultimate scandal
me+yy = HAHAHAHA, i don't know. dysfunctional marriage?

thankgod, i made some sense of the dance performance in the end and LOVELOVELOVED putting on make-up and camwhoring in the toilet and taking unglam pictures of yixin.
just plain awesome.




today was awesome too,
cause you know when you hear one of your favourite glee songs playing early in the morning while you're having breakfast at IKEA, you know it's a sign.

my mom swore not to bring me to IKEA ever again even though we had so much funnn!

'eh, this dinning table galvanized. let's see how much is it...'
'iknow! galvanizing is zinc plating and it protects the steel by forming a barrier and as well as offering sacrificial protection as zinc is higher up the reactivity series as compared to iron'
*mom gives me 'are you serious or what' look*

'should we buy this frying pan? waaah, why so heavy one!'
'cause it's cast iron! *whips up metal notes* cast iron is made up of 96percent iron and 4percent iron and its known to be very heavy!'
(my mom walked away even before i finished my speech and yes, i brought my chem textbook to IKEA)

revising chemistry when shopping for furniture,
the height of my nerdy-ness.



guess what,
i'm sick and tired of listening to people's voices in my heads when i choose what i want to wear and whether i should wear makeup or not.
like *rolls eyes*, my mom thinks i'm a slut just because i reveal my shoulders and décolleté.
and if i wear makeup, i'm as good as pamela anderson or hillary scott.

but too bad,
my new motto in life is,
'being happy is more important than being proper'

so screw the hair that doesn't touch the eyebrows (let's shave our eyebrows!) and skirts that touch the knee (how do we remove our knees?)!!!

oh and by the way if you were wondering,
anderson's a playboy model and scott's a porn star, like a real real porn star not the let's-make-fun-of-someone jokes that we play in school kind of porn star.



and speaking of porn stars,
if i end up screwing my studies and the whole world decides that i'm a pathetic flith that pollutes music just by touching an instrument, i could just sign myself up for a boob job and face reconstruction and audition to be porn star.
and instead of winning some most caring doctor award or an mtv,
i could win like a best oral sex or best orgasm vocalist award.
HAHAHAHAandyes, there's like award shows for the porn industry too.

but then again, what makes me think i might be even be good at it.
LALALALA,i shall just resign to fate and accept that I SUCK.
probably the reason why me and yy click.



yy's like probably the only person i get closer to each time we fight/argue/bitch about each other.
and that probably happens everyday cause our daily conversations are like what,
'you BEACHHHHH.'
'eh, walau, you yesterday abit the two-faced bitch huh.'

but i've come to love the stuff we do.



ohgosh, love the feeling of being rebellious!
-A-

universal studios were loads of funnn.

i sat on a roller coaster for the FIRST time in my life. and i sat like 3 rides in one night? totally felt like dying because i have this irrational fear of engines spoiling and the whole ride will just derail, crash and burst into flames and our bodies will be reduced to like what, i don't know, sand?
BUT.I.DID.IT
after like yx's encourage and celine's/yy's 'JUST GO LAH.'
nearly cried before the mummy ride. OHGOD, that was like goddamned scary.
and junior roller coasters were like JFRNEWDERWOCFNWODJD - it gave me and yx a heart attack!

the food was AWESOME. we ate at goldilocks and no, we didn't eat porridge.
HAHA.
me and yx were like hyperventilating over the food. BESTTT.

(hmmm. i realized celine has like a miserable facial expression in the photo.)




AND YAY,
i survived one torturous week of term4.
*rolls eyes*
teachers were like what, walking in and just scolding us half the periods cause apparently we don't pay attention and we're going to become cleaners ten years down the road if we don't hand in our homework and where's the goddamned 1.0 since we're cedarians, and we're supposed to have like huge brain volumes and etc.
like blah, blah, blah.
and examinations are coming in 2weeks and we're still so lackadaisical and when we see our results it's going to be shocker... if we don't buck up now, we're going to be goners.

ohgod.
and the school totally cheating our feelings cause like whatever the council's so screwed and the vp's a liar.
mr soo RETIRED. like what.
and mrs toh IS HERE TO STAY. like fuck?
okay, we have this let's-fail-endyears scheme cause the school thinks that if they give us failure teachers, we'll produce like sparkling gold results. but sorry, monkey teachers = peanut results.



and thankthankthankgod, i'm going out today with the dancers - no, scratch that. it's just me, yy, yx, suyu, denise and celine.
and i'm going to use yy's cookie fund to go buy my magazine, colored markers and bubble tea!
and and and....
nothing much to be happy about. just going to watch a dance performance i don't understand and yeah.




(i learnt how to play taylor swif't 'innocent'. it's almost at the bloody hard standard but i did it! lovelovelove tswift!)


-A-

funny story,
my dad's chinese. okay, so not that i've been thinking that he's half-spanish and secretly comes from russia. but he's chinese. like he was born in china and lived in china? and here comes the best part of the deal: he can't speak chinese. like he can count one to ten in chinese, but that's like not counted. he can't understand the six-thirty news on the chinese channel. and he can't do my primary two school chinese homework. and he's from china. and the second best part of the deal is that her fifteen year old just found that that he's chinese after a decade?

i'm trying to decide who's more epic-
my china dad who can't speak chinese.
or the china dad's daughter who never knew her dad was an authentic chinese? like those cool people from shanghai that like speak chinese really fast in quirky accents?




okay, so on a not-so-weird note.
OMG.
MY DANCE LAOSHI LIKE PRAISED ME AND YY, AND YX AND SUYU TODAY.
LIKE KDIWENOERNFODRNR, i'm speechless.

and no, i'm not overeacting or bragging or whatever you think it is.

btw, she said 好! which means good in chinese.
(yeah, my dance laoshi's chinese. i don't know if she's china chinese or not. i can't understand her chinese half the time. but the fault probably lies with me cause i suck.)
yeah, so it's not exactly she wrote a speech and stood at the cedar podium and declared to the skies and the moons and the stars that the four of us were the most talented dancers that ever existed in the milky way and beyond.
but it's a start!

if yy read this, she would be like 'LAOSHI SCOLDED US LIKE SEVEN TIMES AND PRAISED US ONE TIME. IT'S NOT SOMETHING WORTH CELEBRATING. UGHHH. I CAN'T DO A SPLIT. I SUCK.'
typical pessimist.




hmmm, so what else happened today?
uh.
i think i need to go back to math remedial cause trigo's cheating my feelings by crushing me like a big fat rock even though i declared my profound love for it.
trigo, you suck.

'imma lesbian.'
the best way to say no to sex.
love love love SEL lessons with the people who sit around me, who are namely asian scholars and math geeks!
who says trip science kids have no sense of humor?



nay, i have chinese spelling to learn.
reliving primary schools days all over again!
and on a really random, random note-
GO LISTEN TO TAYLOR SWIFT NEW SONGS.

i'm pretty sure you'll like them cause two people made me EXTREMELY, ABSOLUTELY, VERY, SUPER happy/elated/jump over the moon/smiley just because they said they loved taylor swift's newest single 'mine'.
like thankyou thankyou lim simin and kelsy cause you're awesome just because you like taylor swift!

i realize i sound as if i'm taylor swift and that two people just praised the song i wrote?
whatever, go listen to the live performance of her latest, newest song - INNOCENT.
posted the meaningful lyrics yesterday so go listen!
really, it's beautiful.



中国朋友ftw!
translation: china friends ftw!
HAHAHAH, love love love my new bunch of best buds!


-A-

Wasn't it easier in your lunchbox days?
Always a bigger bed to crawl into
Wasn't it beautiful when you believed in everything?
And everybody believed in you?

It's all right, just wait and see
Your string of lights is still bright to me
Oh, who you are is not where you've been
You're still an innocent

It's okay, life is a tough crowd
32, and still growin' up now
Who you are is not what you did
You're still an innocent


taylor swift is the only person in the world wide world that can probably turn the worst humilation on stage in her life into a BEAUTIFUL song.

what's on my mind now;

1. HOMEWORK.
2. i'm tired and i want to go to sleep but my mother is talking about how a 3year old kid at her preschool has an iphone and i have to finish number1 (upthere)
3. what time does ikea open? i want to go there for breakfast tomorrow.
4. shit. my meds are an hour overdue.
5. i miss you.



dance was ohkay.
we did some let's-pretend-to-have-sex-with-the-floor kind of exercise.
you just lie on floor, give a pained expression and move your fingers and grind your hips and i think you've succeeded.
oh, for the love of the hilarious things we do.
and everyone else thinks that our laoshi just screams at us '5,6,7,8!!!' and we'll split in the airs, twirl like some kind of mystical fairy bend barbie doll and i don't know, have fun?
but maybe i do.


irene is downright hilarious cause she looks as if i could just paste a black and white picture of some old person in front of her chest and she'll look as if she's leading a casket. the face she gives when she dances. gives the emo people a run for their money.


and laoshi talked to us about how the existence of fat dancers overwhelm her and we all shouldn't eat chicken because there are hormones in it and we'll grow huge boobs and yellow feathery wings and start to fly? idon'tknow. my inference sucks. (chicken don't even have boobs, what the hell was i thinking when i studied primarythree science)




i read my brother's psle science guide book when i feel stupid cause it makes me feel downright superior emperor-smart.

first class levers.
life cycle of a tomato plant.
magnets.

i would almost say i miss primary school science if only if chemistry wasn't this fun (now people are declaring i'm crazy. ohwell, i am)




'you should go for the career exhibition and PLANNN YOUR FUTURE!'
tyh.

my plan for my future:
go borrow money from loansharks that change address so they cannot come to your house and spray O$P$. and why do i need a money? cause to get a frickin' degree in medicine, tuition fees are a whoppin' 20K. 20 fricking thousand. even if i ate bread for the rest of my fifty years life, i don't think i save twenty thousand dollars. but then again, i'll probably never make it. 200spaces, and one is for me?
who are you kidding.

at most i'll join pharmacy and spend the rest of my life at guardian saying 'you want strawberry cough syrup?'




;
why aren't you here.
and i'm too scared to text you please don't ask me why.
but wait, do you even remember me?

-A-

you should have known better when a new taylor swift music video comes out.
now, enjoy.

Just because somebody flirts with you doesn't mean they like you. Just because somebody likes you doesn't mean they wanna go out with you. Just because they wanna go out with you doesn't mean they love. Just because somebody loves you doesn't mean they won't hurt you. Because people lie, things change, partners cheat and best friends ditch. And there are always going to be those people who would kill to see you fall.


sorry haters,
me MIA-ing for days does not mean i'm dead.
i extend my most sincere apologies if my existence stings your pretty face.




6days of wretching,
6days of who-can-eat-the-most-meds,
6days of bed-to-chair rest,
6days of soaring body temperatures,
6days of fainting spells.

welcome to the hell i endured for the past six days.

my daily diet's made up of small little colourful pills with names i cannot pronounce.
my daily exercise routine was to run to the toilet to wretch my guts out and back to the couch again.
my daily response to everyone else was 'yeah, sure, i'm ok. alive and breathing? you got me.'

and my nightly prayer before i went to sleep was,
'let me open my eyes tomorrow morning. i cannot die in my sleep yet. i owe rachel tang forty cents. i promised my laoshi to hand in my chinese mock paper. i haven't bought yy a birthday present in 3years. i can't die before seeing taylor swift.'

drama-mama? whatever.
for a person who is over-paranoid and matched her symptoms on some unreliable website (didn't take history, can't evaluate reliability, sorry) and it tells me that i have anthrax or HIV or some form of hepatitis. naturally, you'll get freaked out of your mind.



irene;
it's a talent to take unglam pictures. but it's a huge-r talent to be the model in the unglam picture. *grins*


gahh,i'm too sick to bitch.

-A-

HAPPY BIRTHDAY IRENE!!!
happy birthday stella!
happy birthday auntie!
happy birthday ai ting!
happy birthday you loser cow!
happy birthday principal of loser junior collage!
bottom line: HAPPY BIRTHDAY!

okay, so don't attempt to murder me because this post is like 2days late and i think the photo above is unglam cause it was like what, 2years ago and all of us were like noob shits with long skirts and centre parting!
anyway, yay, you're 15! taylor swift now sings a song about you! (okay, i say that all the time -.-) oh, and two of us are officially older than yingyi!
and since it was your birthday 2days ago, i shall say nice nice things about you!

you're an awesome friend with a crazy passion for dance and the talent to fall asleep during lessons and yet you still get like five hundred As on your report card. you're like probably one of the most hilarious people in the world who type nonsense on msn and wrap your phone with a rubber band because it's spoilt. oh, and you dump your phone into the rubbish chute too. everytime we go out, you eat sushi. gohsenghenk says that you're prettier than me. and you're very violent! learn to be ladylike, irene!



ohgoshhh, i think i'm obsessed.
with soap.
right, i know i'm downright retarded.

my mom brought back like a few million teachers day gift (well, duh, she's a teacher) and there were like so many many many, nice stuff to smell.
i'm loving this orange and ginger scent cause it's keeps me perky and awake and i totally need this on days where i have like triple sciences and my science teachers can go join some who's-the-boringest-talent-contest that kind of thing. like seriously.
ohgosh, soap. soap. soap.
i think i'm going to ask those girls going uk to buy soap for meeee.



i think i am a bad influence.
thanks to my not so good older sister role model, my not so intelligent at english brother has picked up swear words!
and he's cussing here and there, at the supermarket, when my mom nags at him, anytime!
gosh, and i asked my vietnamese scholar friend to teach me how to say eff-you in vietnamese and me and px were just like chanting it throughout english.
learning how to swear in another language is awesome cause no one knows what the heck are you talking about and i remembered i learnt how to say 'you're stupid' in tamil and i spouted it at my math teacher and he was like 'HUH.WHAT.IS THAT SUPPOSED TO BE A GOOD THING?
oh, and i'm teaching my chinese scholar friends 'walau' and all the awesome singaporean stuff we come up with. that's so not helping her english grades and yes, i'm a horrible partner, she has to bear with my slow in the mind brain when it comes to trigo identities and lend my physics worksheets half the time cause i can't file for nuts. and i'm a bad influence, remember.
so how did my past table partners actually survived? they should have been admitted into mental hospitals or like get their asses shoved into jails cause i probably forced them into cocaine or something like that.



oh, and oh, and oh.
YAY YAY YAY.
TOMORROW'S THE LAST DAY OF TERM3.
WE HAVE 25DAYS TO THE START OF END YEARS (YES, WAKE-UP CALL FOR THOSE WHO WERE IN SLUMBERLAND. THE EVIL EXAMS ARE HERE FOR A VISIT AGAIN). AND GUESS WHAT, NO, YOU DON'T EVEN NEED TO GUESS, I HAVEN'T STARTED STUDYING. GOSHHH. and i'm just a dumbass if i don't study/mug/chiong like a supercharged bullet train, i'll end up failing amath and emath and all the math related stuff in the world all over again.
gahhh, so idk whether the end of term3 is supposed to be a good thing or bad thing.
speaking of holiday homework? IT'S DEFINITELY BAD BAD BAD BAD BAD with a capital B.



remind me to blog about the best dance prac i've had in months next time.
I NEED TO LEARN MY 40 WORD CHINESE SPELLING AND DO CHINESE ARGUMENTATIVE ESSAY AND CHINESE MOCK PAPER.
the difficulty of the above tasks would have been slashed by a good three thousand percent if only the word chinese was taken out.


-A-

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