Memoirs for the Moment

Babes and Hols

2009-06-05T12:52:00.003+08:00

It's already June. Yep, we've come to the middle of the year.

And each second that passes bring us closer to the IGCSEs. It's scary to think about it. Once wrong move; it'll throw your whole life out of orbit. Then, you probably can't or won't do anything about it except to sit down and moan about how you could've tried.

Trying's not enough, is it?
I can say I TRIED, but when you just try, there isn't 110% of the effort you put in. Trying is just like a backup plan.

I guess, I'll try... *rolls eyes* It's not the same as I'll do it. When you say you'll do it, it's like you KNOW you can. When you "just try" however, it's already preparing to fail.

Which is why, live life by, DO OR DIE.

***

It's not that far to our school exams either. This coming one'll be like a foreshadow of what's to come. Oh dear.

And it's the dreaded holidays. Sometimes you feel so lazy, like, oh there's still a few more days left, I could use those few days to do some school stuff...

HEADS UP: Bio project is due after the hols. Get it done, peeps. :)

Mmm that's it.
Gotta tend to my baby project.

Electro-ohgoshiforgotboutthetest-magnetism

2009-05-27T21:49:00.003+08:00

Wow.
Okay, obviously I have a bit too much going on at the same time here. Didn't realize it. Darn it.

However, I got over my english speech already. I mean, I'm HOT. Yes, lol, don't be ashamed to admit that, especially if you're giving a speech bout global warming. People just need to know about the HOTNESS. Oh and by the way,

INTERACT CLLUB <34CHARITY. concert will be on June 20th. :)

Now lemme rant a bit.
flibbertigibbetblehblehblehblah.

Done.

I dunno if rehearsals for the LME are tomorrow?
No one ever tells me stuff like these. Gee.
How's the emcee supposed to do her job. You tell me, huh?
Seems there's a barrier.

Full dress rehearsal on Friday.
Actual LME or the so-called-sell-outer Evening with the Stars. EWS? NOOO WAY. NOOOO freakin' waaay on Saturday.

Be there or not.
I don't care. xD

Facelift.

2009-05-26T22:02:00.000+08:00

This baby is getting a facelift! :)

Check back soon.

Fuel the Fire!

2009-04-01T21:51:00.001+08:00

RENFUE. Check the band out.

VERSAEMERGE. They deserve to be heard too.

Lent!

2009-02-26T18:31:00.000+08:00

The month is Lent.

And we shall fast. :)

Unamused Laughter and Temporary Threats

2009-02-22T22:16:00.000+08:00

HAHAHA.

nuh-uh. in YOUR face.

Dark Chocs

2009-02-10T22:33:00.002+08:00

Havin a bar of dark Toblerone and it got me comparing with the Cadbury Snacks choc I bought Nini and she offered me.

Normal milk chocs are too sweet, lol. Dark ones are fine.

Funny how I like stuff people don't usually fancy. Cool, ain't it?

Anyway, Nini's par-tay was awesome to the top-ay!

She has some haters, but haters are haters for a reason. :)

Let's be frank. They're JEALOUS. ENVIOUS.

She's got everything...

Friends who actually care and not backstab, and a hell lotta people who like her more. She has a GOOD, KIND HEART... They wish they had everything.

Thing is, chicks, your bling can't buy you what she has. So sucks to you, babes.

Go cry to your mommies sayin' that people aren't friends with you or how you're not popular. No one gives a damn. There's no such thing as a popularity ladder, SOO sorry to burst your little, immature, insecure bubble. So, GET REAL. Most importantly, get a LIFE.

People don't have time to deal with your little bratty whines your spoilt kids. People have lives to lead, THEY DON'T GIVE A CARE ABOUT YOU... Geddit?

You simply don't exist. So stop getting in the way showing your pathetic faces. Actually, go away. Poof!

School's good. :)

Valentine's is up soon. Something that doesn't really have a reason to be celebrated coz I think love can be shown any day, wouldn't you think so?

Happy V-Day to all of you who DO celebrate. Those who don't or don't want to... Being single is not an excuse (less you share the same opinion as me...) as you LOVE YOURSELF.

Ciao.

On a Lighter Note...

2009-01-24T15:50:00.002+08:00

I posted another entry coz I didn't wanna mix the good and the bad. If so, you'll get GREY. Not so nice, is it?

Happy Chinese New Year.

New start for those of you who didn't have a great start on January 1st.

A word of advice, don't let people who aren't worth your time get in your way. :)

Chillax.

And live your life like you've never lived before.

Gong Xi Fa Cai.

Rain, Rain, Rain.

2009-01-17T00:16:00.002+08:00

Oh, the rain falls down down down upon this small town town town.

It's been rainin' straight for how many days, a week? Pretty awesome. There were a few places that were flooded last Sunday. Jalan Mendu, was it? It was cool though; water went splishy splashy!

Hope the rain 'flows like a river down the mountains of Santubong'. ;) *wink wink, nudge nudge. Course, right? :)

We've all got this Commonwealth Essay thing to do; weird topics this year, really, haha. Funny how they give you kiddy-ish titles, so you gotta turn it into your own masterpiece that should seem NOTHING LIKE THE TITLE, but closely related to it as well. Like, 'Unlikely Friends' or 'An Unexpected Friendship'. Cute ones, huh?

AAAAANNNNNDDDD....

Today, Mrs. Ong (Chem) let us out earlier than usual. I mean, the most she'd let us out early is like a min or so? Yeah, a min the max, but today it was more. Surprising, ya know? Cool, PHENOMENAL, mind-boggling. :D Angela says her class was let out early by 5 mins at one time even. Not that I'm complainin, but just making comparisons.

I wouldn't want to whine my head off would I? Or annoy anyone with my voice by attempting to make their ears hurt to the point of unbearable pain.

HAHA.

Oh, loved it that the Interact meeting room was PACKED full of people. Never have I seen the room like this. Like, whoa!!!

I had to make a speech about Love146 (no, I didn't prepare for it, it seems more natural that way), and while speaking bout it, my mind kept flashing back to the children in the video, 'Imagine', making me emotional and my voice shaky. Darn, thought I was gonna lose my composure there! But tis truly sad!

Love146 is a charity dedicating itself to abolishing child slavery. Visit http://www.love146.org.

Ciao. ;)

School & Stress

2009-01-11T21:37:00.002+08:00

HAHAHAHAHAHAHA. Seriously. Have you heard of having FOUR house captains for just ONE house?

Maybe there should only be THREE. As ONE of 'em is totally unsuitable for the job (guess who...) and is only in it due to testimonials or something. Quote, unquote Melissa. Congrats to you! :)

So okay. Enough about that. Not worth blogging about anyway. Just a huge waste of time to focus your efforts on someone totally not worth just a millisecond of your time.

So a week of school is done, gawd knows how many there are to go.

Mdm. Kathy never fails to captivate; in Interact Club or Biology. And there are some who don't agree on her methods of her teaching. She doesn't even have to look at her book CONSTANTLY to draw a diagram.

Mr. Lim... ah. WOW. Okay. WOW. That's all I have to say.

Mdm. Armstrong is definitely not what I expected. Granted she has this natural aura that shuts the class up automatically, which is something only the most respected teachers have. I'd thought that she'd be screaming at us constantly, but there is humour and fun in her teaching. She did mix Angela and I up. Do we look alike? HAHA.

Yeah, I think that's it on the new teachers.

It's supposed to be a serious year for us all, but it seems that no one gives a damn about it. People are still joking around in class; class work is ignored for a bit of laughter and fun.

God bless us all.

Going Out = Cursed, therefore leading to Flipping Out

2008-12-24T12:55:00.003+08:00

(intentionally left blank for muddled thoughts and screaming shots)

2008-12-20T23:15:00.002+08:00

Here's a little piece of advice for all of you who think you can get things done with just a whine, some tears or a tantrum - you know who you are... :)

Being a b*tch doesn't get you anywhere. At all.

You can whine and complain and throw a million tantrums all you like. Say what you like about me, about everyone.

After all, words are words. Not actions.

Why write when you can DO?

Or do I sense cowardice lurking in the midst?

Cheers, b*tches.

Her Last Day.

2008-12-04T10:27:00.002+08:00

I woke up at FIVE this morning, with a coughing fit and a drippy nose. Yeah, not such a nice picture.

I went to the airport to see Filda off, expecting to find only Drew there, but Sally and Selina were there as well. And Angela, of course. She'd been with her mom downstairs instead, waiting.

Then came the arrival of Jae, and Allie.

Then Filda.

I gave her the jumbo-sized card (with lil' surprises inside) and a toy with a necklace upon its neck (for her, really), so in case she feels the attack of the tears, she'd have something to squeeze tight while sobbing less she wants to cause a scene in the airport/plane.

Never thought I could cry; mostly it's when I write... But I did, TWICE.

It's phenomenal, really...

We took pictures and started hugging her upon her arrival. Angie and Allie were rushing to her when she came in. I tried to, but forgot my belt, so yeah, saggy, baggy pants, haha.

My original plan was to hold up the card and have the group mob her like paparazzis, but jeez, my saggy, baggy pants! So we all ended up walking to her instead. Don't want her to uh - feel overwhelmed with our empowering presence. :P

Gosh, this post is so bleak...

We sat around on those metal bars against the wall later after that, and were DISCLAIMER: LAME JOKE ALERT the first people to sit on the airport floor. (Filda was reluctant to sit on the filthy floor so I had to make something up, okay?)

Sent Filda off right to the place where we couldn't go any further. We were anticipating her approach towards the right hallway, but turns out she gets to wait in a room. :)

I wish I could post up pictures, but Blogger is not cooperating. Guess it's not a morning person, huh?

HALLELUJAH THIS POST IS UP!

Au Revoir...

2008-11-14T22:16:00.003+08:00

This afternoon was my first and last going out with Adhit, who's leaving for Chennai to this exclusive (at least I think so - he sure had awesome things to tell me about it!) boarding school, Sri Vidhya.

We went to watch Quantum of Solace which was, in my opinion - just okay. Nothing too thrilling about it. BUT, the action scenes were pretty incredible. I think things happened WAY TOO FAST; as in, each scene flashed by too fast to even catch on what's going on, haha.

Oh wow. Check out the website. http://www.srividhyaacademy.com/ Looks super exclusive already. Say no more, man. I believe you are going to a verdee der grrreat Indiiian schoolah!

After that we just walked around town, trying to decide what to do. (The government should seriously consider developing the miniscule town area, rather than spending their funds on some quacky gold roofed building by the Waterfront.) Yep, just my two cents on it. :)

We settled on heading over to McD for a quickie.

Then, bowling.

Let me be proud to say that I took the lead in points.

For a while.

UNTIL.

Andrew felt so threatened (coughbigegocough) that I was gonna win, so he upped his skills by drinking this magic potion - quickly so we didn't see at all, but I've got powers so I know.

(No, but really. He's this pro bowler who just faked that he sucked so that we didn't feel inferior to his superior bowling skills.)

So yeah, I think he had the lead.

Filda had to leave halfway coz her driver came, so Nini took over. And damn, lemme tell you that chick has got skill. :) She's a natural at it.

BYEEEEE ADHIT. GONNA MISS YOUR QUIRKY NERDNESS ON ANSWERING PHYSICS AND CHEM QUESTIONS. (Even Marcel can't answer them. Pfft. You totally kick ass.)

Where Art Thou, Little Bird?

2008-11-05T22:41:00.002+08:00

Some people should just live their own lives and not mess with the lives of those, wouldn't you agree wholeheartedly?

Jesus passed on his lessons by telling His disciples parables. And here Ryo is, telling her little parable.

Once there lived a yellow bird. A canary, should it be? Let's call it... Tweety.

Tweety was a cool canary. It was adopted into this extremely rich family which gave Tweety whatever it wanted or thought it needed. It lived in a room, yes, a ROOM, which was filled with everything Tweety could possible ever THINK of needing.

Tweety decided one day that it needed a life.

Tweety replaced itself with a yellow stuffed toy that was also called Tweety, but more accurately, it was a Tweety Bird. Then it flew out the window.

It flew from window to window, listening into every possible sound, and watched every single move the humans made. One day, it heard a tall, bearded man say, "I would love to hit that fat guy next door."

Tweety remembered seeing a fat guy before. So it flew to the fat guy's window and told him all about all the mean things that the bearded man had said about the fat guy.

The fat guy was angry. Pissed. Enraged. He blew his top.

He went over to the bearded's man home and shot him in the head with his shotgun. The murder made newspaper headlines the next day.

He blamed it on the bird. But the bird was nowhere to be seen. It was too cowardly. It had seen the blood spill, shuddered at the thought of the cold-hearted murder.

It flew back to its home, sheltered from reality, where it refused food and slowly withered up and died.

If only... If only it could turn back the time. If only it had heard the WHOLE of the conversation, not just the bit of it. It was just excited for some drama, that was all...

The thing was, the bearded man never said it with intention at all. He was simply mimicking from a tv show; to entertain his friends....

Moral of the story?

That's for you to figure out. :)

SCREAM FOR A LITTLE PIECE OF HEAVEN IN YOUR AFTERLIFE

2008-10-22T16:10:00.001+08:00

Yeah. HALLELUJAH.

Exams just ended TODAY. So yeeeeeeeaaah.

I'm not gonna make any sense coz my brain's still mushy.

Kinda like how it is when you get diarrhoea. Nice pic, to picture, don't ya think? :P

Hahas and Hilariousity.

2008-10-11T11:22:00.004+08:00

I've been crapping my pants for about 2 days. Yeah.

Coz...

AVENGED SEVENFOLD LIVE IN SINGAPORE!!!!

OMG. OMFG. hahahahahahahahahahahahahaha.

Unbelievable ain't it?

ohGAWD.

RSVPs and Kuchingites

2008-09-29T14:36:00.002+08:00

I get the feeling that people here don't understand the meaning of RSVPs on cards and invitations and stuff like that.

Heck. It doesn't actually mean that I'm putting my phone number down for you to chat me up or text me when you're free. Wth.

It's for REPLYING whether you're actually coming to this event or not.

R.S.V.P.

Respondez sil-vous plait.

Response, PLEASE.

Heck, there's a PLEASE.

What, you think you just get invited and decide one minute before the thing that you're coming or not? PUH-LEEZ. Gimme a break!

Even if you're this VIP or Datin or Datuk or whatever doesn't mean you're that important til the person inviting has to call you up and ask you soooo nicely whether you're coming or not.

RSVP. RSVP. RSVP.

Hope you FINALLY understand why people put those phone numbers down at the bottom of the cards.

Dee Dum!

2008-09-26T22:19:00.002+08:00

Chicken rice.

We need a name. Like, quick.

AND it has to be good. It can't be something lame ass like, 'lame chop' (dibs to Jae on that).

Translated the many meanings of the word 'f***'. Came out quite pretty and colourful.

Cazzo in Italian is what it is. Reminds me of like, some couch. Or that furniture store, Lorenzo, don't 'cha think? Dunno. Just reminds me of a chair, like a lounging chair. Can't come up with that word right now. Casa! That's house, right?

Then, it's vittu in Finnish. And so on. You go do it. GoogleTranslate.

Shame.

All the bands who actually last out there are the ones with the pretty cool names. Kinda wonder what hit 'em. It doesn't sound lame or anything. Just cool.

Like...

Paramore, which the band members liked their friend's mom's maiden name, Paramour, so they change it.

Avenged Sevenfold, taken from the Bible.

ACDC, which has to be for the alt current and direct current thing.

And so on...

Btw, how do we set up our own radio channel? Or a station. Like if I want to do another .FM?

In Your Face! ;P

2008-09-23T22:13:00.000+08:00

100 for Econs, baby!

HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA.

Too bad there MIGHT BE and MIGHT NOT be a Chem test tomorrow. What a SICK sense of humour, eh?

Bleep How Things Turned Out

2008-09-21T22:30:00.003+08:00

*bleep* how things turned out.

Crap. Hell. Bleep. Bleep. Bleep. Bleep.

Why?

Lemme tell you a little story.

Jenny went out to a nice, lush, MAGICAL flower garden to pick flowers to put in her favourite vase given by her mom.

One day, when she went out, she saw this beautiful, beautiful rose. But the rose had thorns. "Never mind," she thought to herself. "I'll just cut it off when I get home."

But another flower appeared right before her. It was a yellow daffodil, her favourite colour. She couldn't resist it, and bent down to look at the glorious shades of yellow that made up the flower.

"Pick me!" it screamed. "I'll be better than the rose, I'll be anything you want me to be!" Jenny bit her lip, considering.

At her side was a small flower, it seemed to be shy, yet it glowed. It was beautiful, and pure and good for it was the whitest of whites. It didn't ask to be picked. It was satisfied where it was. All it did was stare at Jenny.

Jenny looked at her choice of flowers, utterly confused.

All she wanted was the red rose. The other flowers were tempting, but just not her.

She reached forward to pluck the rose from the bush.

Right then, a witch appeared before Jenny and with her magic wand, zapped the single rose on the rose bush out of sight. So Jenny was left with the daffodil and the white flower.

She sat down upon the grass, stricken and desolated. Oh, she wanted the rose so bad. It would complement her vase greatly. But what could she do? The evil witch had taken the rose away, far far far away to who knew where.

The yellow daffodil came closer. "Take me home! Take ME home!" And so, because it was her second choice, she decided that MAYBE she would settle for it.

Then, a fairy appeared and said, "I'll tell you where your rose is!" She turned away from the daffodil and followed the fairy.

She arrived at the witch's lair and found her rose, which lay on a great table. Jenny approached the rose. "Do you think you'd come with me and be the rose in my special vase?"

Interact Face Painting

2008-09-15T22:23:00.002+08:00

Oh yeah.

We had our Interact face painting/body art thing at the Salvation Army last Saturday. Pretty sad, not that much people, haha.

They were probably freaked out by the sight of me, or they're all such nice kids they don't can't even bear the thought of having a tattoo.

We had one mom come along to have a 'tatt' on her ankle. She was THE coolest. She had on blue mascara, and had Angela do her tribal art, which was totally awesome. Angela's great at stuff like that. Whereas me?

Haha. I can only draw black round circles with two dots and a curve. Black smileys. XD

Cassandra, Yii Fang and Natasha were early. When Angie and I got there I thought the stall'd be the same place as last year, but we got to be in the house, which was definitely cooling, but not customer-y. Haha. Not so much people wandering into the house.

So when the Rotary Club finished with their stuff selling (gawd, my English is going down the drain), Mdm. Kathy asked if we'd want to take their stall, and I was like, "Hell yeah, let's bring on the heat!" So we split the supplies and moved outside.

Stephen arrived LATE. Either Sean or Andrew told me he couldn't wake up or something like that. He arrived fashionably late in his Friday's P.E. pants. (Use your imagination.)

Then we sat around.

And sat around.

Jack rode on Sean's shoulders with the poster.

We sat around.

Shouted "FACE PAAAIIINTING!!!! BOOOODY AAART!!!!"

Sat around.

Some kid walked nearer. Had hope.

He walked away.

Changed our name to SMK Sungai Rajang.

People walked nearer.

Had customers!!

Yay!

SMK Sungai Rajang rocks.

When it was all over, Stephen went running around looking for a dollar coz he wanted to get the Iban blowpipe thingy. It was slashed down to a dollar from three dollars. He was supremely happy when he got it and started shooting it all over the place; in the drains, etc.

Then they bought smiley balloons. And took Angie's bunch of balloons and let them all fly up into the sky.

Bye, balloons. Bye.

The Only Way To Go

2008-09-15T22:12:00.002+08:00

I miss how it was.

I miss you guys, a lot.

I miss Kristine.

I will miss you Filda.

Reminiscing or wishing things were back the way it were doesn't mean I'm dissatisfied with my past life, as Morrie said. It's not being satisfied with the present that makes me wish time were turned back.

Let's play music everyday. Musicmusicmusic. Perform and play music everyday.

Pressure

2008-09-12T21:01:00.002+08:00

Shut up. Shut the *bleep* up.

I want to scream.

Scream til my lungs bleed.

Be gone, foul pressure, foul frustration.

I want to feel PEACE.

Torrents Take Their Toll On Me

2008-09-09T22:28:00.002+08:00

I thought downloading BitTorrent was pure genius.

Unfortunately, the dummy who downloaded BitTorrent, well, wasn't a genius. :D Hehe.

What the HECK is seeding?
Darn that lingo.
Seeding.
Trackers.
Leeching.

(I looked them up on WikiHow, but it doesn't tell me how to seed.)

*ah beng accent - You think I want to plant-ting veggie-tah-beh ah?*

I know, I know, there's the HELP section and all that. Too bad it didn't help me a bit at all.

What's the point, right?

I mean, it's recommended that you plant the seeds and stuff, and I want to be a farmer, okay?

*ah beng accent, once again - but leh, you never tel-ling me veri crearly how the toot you want me to plant-ting! I dow-no if I can do properh-ly or nawt.*

Speaking of farming, someone got a 100 in Geography. *shock. *gasp

WHO?

coughyourstrulycough. :) *nudge, nudge. *wink, wink.

Moi Moi Moi

2008-08-22T15:42:00.004+08:00

I went to my second home. And I shopped, and I walked, and I shopped, and I walked. And I slept and I ate. :)

Okay.

Nails are still pink. With glitter on them. It's like Barbie Pink right now, coz I added a few layers of the translucent coat onto the dull pink base coat. Ohmygawd.

Pink.

Still can't get over it.

I got two new albums. Okay, so, Paramore's All We Know Is Falling, isn't exactly new, but I need it. I'm a fan, so yeah. And I already got Riot! so there isn't any point in having double copies. Too bad HMV doesn't have the MVI for Riot!, else, it's all mine, baby!

And uh, Cute Is What We Aim For's Rotation. Was gonna get the Saosin album, but didn't have enough money, haha! Was also planning to get Eyes Set To Kill's Reach, but I forgot about it for some reason. Trying to console myself now, that they don't have it there anywhere.

Here's a list of music I'm keeping in mind to really check out:
My Last Entry
Circa Survive
The Classic Crime
The Cab
The Morning Of

Mmhmm, yeah. Can't think of much now.

Andrew sent me this song the other day from Wilco... Impossible Germany, I think. Pretty good. Kinda like country meets electric! Haha, elecountry! Whiee!

Which reminds me. Piecing up words is like, THE thing right now. Coz I say so.

So if you ever, ever mix chilli sauce with tomato ketchup, keep in mind, it's CHIMATO. (chee-mah-toh) or (chee-may-to)... However your pronounce your tomatoes.

I want to get signed on to Fueled By Ramen. Okay. That was random.

P.S. Breaking Dawn is out already. Got it in hardcover. And Filda, if you're reading this, apparently, in SG, they have like LOTSA copies of Twilight. :P

Apocalypse

2008-08-17T20:15:00.002+08:00

ohmygawd.

ohmygawd, people, RUN!!

RUN!

For the end of the world is coming!

Yeah, I painted my nails PINK. Something's wrong, right?

Party Like It's 1997!

2008-08-08T20:03:00.003+08:00

Okay, so haven't been blogging for a while, but never mind that, eh?

This band you HAVE got to check out is called 1997. I found out about them quite some time ago, but I kept forgetting to put it up. So here it is, my darlings!

***

Okay, had this LITTLE break. Apparently watching the opening of the Olympics is a rare event. So it is. Pretty amazed by the Chinese people with it all. They're all so syncronized - such perfect timing for EVERYTHING. I loved the part with the Chinese characters where the blocks (with people in them) were rising up and down so nicely like REAL waves. Unreal.

***

1997 is a great band. Not so much Paramore or Evanescence or Flyleaf-ish. It's in a whole genre of its own. Calling it alternative rock would be incorrectly labeling it, coz it isn't really alternative. There's like this, fusion of different not-so-everyday instruments (like the mandolin, harmonica, etc.) with normal rock band instruments... Which you don't exactly get in your typical shot of alt rock.

I'm loving Water's Edge right now. Love how it starts with rather heavy guitars. At first I thought the keyboard effect ruined it, but I began to love it after like, halfway through the song. It was like, "Hey, they've got their own style!"

So seriously, SERIOUSLY, go and check it out. You'll lose out on a lot if you don't. I've got like, this word of recommendation from my friend, Filda. She absolutely detests whatever song I send over to her, but this is a first. :)

My Phone, My Life

2008-07-30T21:44:00.001+08:00

My phone underwent a full face-lift and lipo a while ago. Yeah, I had to clean wipe everything coz it couldn't receive bloody message alerts anymore. Had to go to the INBOX to check it all out.

Sucks, doesn't it?

But that doesn't suck too bad. Right now, all my messages are GONE. Even the very first one Kris sent me on this phone. So bloody sad.

Could we all mourn together?

Nothing to....

2008-07-10T15:31:00.001+08:00

If you've got nothing to do, or you're bored, check this link out.

Simply amazing, haha.

Issues and Tissues

2008-06-23T21:51:00.002+08:00

I have issues, I kid you not.

Concentration issues, to be exact.

Notice how I'm always posting like... "I should be doing my Physics now, but I'm NOT," or something like that?

Well, I'm supposed to be running through my BM Oral when I just figured I'd post up a quick entry.

I need to see a shrink. I'm dying of stress. Help. Oh dear. HELP.

Crap...

2008-06-15T20:12:00.002+08:00

... it's gonna be a horrible week!

Firstly, I'm supposed to be doing my Chemistry homework right now, but I just can't seem to make myself reach into that fab-looking schoolbag of mine to pull out that awful looking books.

Okay, fine. They aren't awful looking. Just that I can't stand it any longer. Seriously. I feel like just leaving all my books to rot there. (Books take an awful long time to rot, so I'm just gonna dump acid on it and see what happens.) The only prospect I look forward to for Chemistry tomorrow is that there's probably gonna be this experiment on electro-plating. And gawd knows I missed nearly that whole chapter on electrolysis because I was off practising for the LME thing. And heaven should help me to freaking catch up else I'd fail.

Crap.

And Physics... *rolls eyes. *shudders
Ugh. I don't even wanna start. I think I got lost somewhere in Chapter One, and HELP !! Tests are coming up SOOOO SOON!!

I think I could die of the stress.

If I'm not mistaken, there are;
Bio
Chem
Phys
Econs
MATH?!?!?!

tests coming up.

ohmygawd. ohmyfreakingbloodygawd.

Not to mention the English and Malay orals coming up.

Let's have a little peek at my topics for English, shall we?
Team sports
Collecting
Making music
Keeping pets
Outdoor pursuits

They look so easy, don't they? I'm probably gonna pick Making Music. Yeap. \m/
Only heavens know where I copied my Malay topics.
*rummages around in pencil case.

Chickenrice. English essay thingy.

Oh dear.

2008-06-12T22:32:00.002+08:00

Dear Kris,

Precisely EIGHT days til your birthday.

Here's your cake. Looks awesome to me, though you'll probably think it as 'emo'. Hah.

The top is filled with chocolate fudge. The middle is choc-cheese fudge, and the bottom is cheese. Yes, this is how creative I am. Making three separate flavours with really, just two flavours. :)

Exams over yet, Kris?

Gonna see us soon yet, Kris?

Still missing you,

Ryo.

SHUDDER!!!

2008-06-09T19:46:00.002+08:00

I wanna watch Kung Fu Panda! I mean, who could resist? It's so CUTE. Well, maybe not OTT cute, but cute in the sense it's a panda with freakin' cool kung fu moves.

Hai-ya!

I mean, if I were in KL now, I could very well be sipping that giant Coke and eating that butter caramel popcorn in a nice fluffy cineplex seat. But oh no, we have to get everything SO MUCH LATER. Okay, enough ranting, eh?

I must watch What Happens In Vegas as well... And a bunch of other movies which I gotta search for to get the names, or watch the E! program for summer flicks.

Oh, and guess what. We got our exam timetables today.

Way to ruin the whole holiday bliss, huh?

Get Hyper With the Screams In Your Ear

2008-05-28T15:42:00.003+08:00

Sadly, the Lodge Evening With the Stars has been buried.

Gone is the hype, the 'special permission' used to get away from class to have practice.

How depressing.

No more fun practices. No more skipping classes. Definitely nono of those adrenalin you get when you get on stage.

Yeap.

Goodbye nice, nice evening.

I shall post up the pictures when I get enough of them, and when I get back from my holiday.

Adios people!

Fall Into the Core

2008-05-19T22:38:00.003+08:00

I am so freakin' depressed.

Wow. It's been a while since I've used 'freakin''. Usually it's 'bloody' or whatever. So, whatever.

Lemme fire this out for a while.
Have you ever met a someone who just won't listen to you? Like, she won't take your advice though she knows you're right? (i'll just use 'she', coz i'm a feminist, that's why.)

She's just so blind, though she knows deep inside that she's gonna spiral down straight into the hell hole of heartbreaks and heartaches. But she gladly just gets strung along. And the person who's stringing her along is just SO good at playing the part of the Charmer?

Like he's so awesome with his mask. He dons it so nicely, with looks on that mask that can easily kill. Sometimes he lets the mask slip so she can see what he's really like. So she thinks she's really onto something... That hey, 'I could get to see that other side of him that no one's seen!'

But she's just so bloody blind. She won't listen.

You get frustrated trying to tell her to listen to you.

She talks about nothing except for her dear, sweet Charmer, thinks about nothing bout her dear, sweet Charmer. She knows he doesn't think of her that much... Maybe he DOESN'T, at all. But she doesn't care. Because she's seen that glimpse of the real him, she wants to pursue farther. Determined that she'll make it; be a legend.

Is it right to just let her slip and fall into that gaping hole, where the flames will gladly claim her?

Ah.... Well, that was nice to have vent on about that.

The perks of having a blog.

Curse of the Malfunctioning Microphone

2008-05-18T21:04:00.006+08:00

This is a microphone.

And for those of you rolling your eyes and going, "Duh!", well, give yourselves a nice, hearty pat on your back.

No, I'm not gonna launch into a 100 page thesis thing on how microphones work; rather, to tell you about The Curse of the Malfunctioning Microphone!

I'm serious, I'm sane, I'm a student... Yeah.

Thing is, I'm CURSED. I'm not kidding. I'm cursed with THE curse ALL singers should NOT BE CURSED WITH.

No, it's not the Curse of the Bad Voice. Heck, it isn't a curse, it can't be. If you've got a horrible voice, I think you should lay off the singing, right, dude?

Lemme repeat it. THE CURSE OF THE MALFUNCTIONING MICROPHONE!

Okay.

So let's take a trip down Memory Lane, shall we? Rewind back to Form 2, Merdeka (Independence) Day Celebration.

So, I step onto the stage and sing into the mic. Heyhey! What's happening? It's crackling?! It can't pick up anything?!

And heck, people DIED ON THE WIRES?

Seriously.

And let's rewind back to AUDITION DAY a few weeks back. Just a sound check with the mike... And um, what happens?

Oh, crap. It ISN'T working. I swear, almost every mike I've touched has a problem with it.

Now, let's rewind back to "REHEARSAL"/ FINAL AUDITION about four days back.

There I go, up on stage, adjusting the mike stand, but it doesn't seem to balance due to the ~~cheap stage of canteen tables pushed together with ripped blackboards as support~~ unevenness of the stage.

THEN the fun starts.

I get sick of the mike stand not being able to balance, so I take the mike off. And when I start singing into it, it was OKAY. Like, HECK, it was OKAY!!

Then I moved. The wire connecting to the mike POPPED. Like, it detached from the mike. Heck, ohmygawd!

So I stuff it back in, no biggie. Just stay calm, don't let it bother you.

And it happens a few more times. And a few more. Til the legendary, "Rock and Roll, baby!" part. It popped again. Somehow, this time, I couldn't put it back.

I turn back, looking at the rest, with panic marked on my face.

My heart races, hand trembles slightly.

Grab Aaron's mike.

Yeap, that went on in my head. It was oh-so tempting. But no, I didn't. Coz I just shoved it back in.

Maybe I should bring tape, you know? In case it happens again.

Tape has 1001 uses. Ripped jeans, a stripe on boring ol' white shoes... You get the idea.

Sink Into The Blackest Hole

2008-05-07T20:25:00.002+08:00

I am bored. Like, really bored. And I needed something to do. So I got random and began taking surveys and quizzes.

Could You Pass 5th Grade?
My Result: Excellent
You did so well you might actually be in 5th grade right now! Or are you a 5th grade teacher? Either way, you've definitely got what it takes to make the grade in the classroom — and beyond! Book smart and motivated, you're probably the type to make sure you're always on time for class or work (or even that hot date!), and can't wait to read the new book that everyone's been talking about.

That's not to say you're a brown-noser. Not even close. You just love to know stuff — whether it's relevant or not. Who cares if you'll never have to know that a dolphin sleeps with one eye open or that a sneeze can travel at over 100 miles per hour. So if you don't mind, can we copy your test answers from now on?
What are you?
http://web.tickle.com/jumpto?test=fifthgradeogt&c=50652

Are You Emo?

My Result: Pretty Darn Emo

You may not cry all the time, or insist on black nail polish, but you still aren't fooling anyone. Even if you try to keep your emo tendencies under control, your studded belt buckle is still showing, and we're pretty sure we saw you doodling black hearts the other day.

Go ahead and deny it all you want, but it's pretty obvious. You have a heart and a sensitive side, and you put them both to good use. Maybe you don't look on the bright side quite often enough, though. Try to embrace the good things in life a little more — you'll see that the glass is actually half full!

What are you?
http://web.tickle.com/jumpto?test=emoogt&c=50652

Which Gossip Girl Are You?

My Result: Jenny

Super sweet, slightly shy, and always looking for the best in others, it's obvious that your Gossip Girl match is Jenny. Even though you may sometimes feel like the underdog in the crowd, you shouldn't. Tough and determined, you might not always succeed on the first try, but if there's one thing people know about you, it's that you never give up. Besides, who wants everything handed to her on a silver platter? Not you.

Even if you sometimes fall short of your goals, you never stop trying. And while you definitely set the bar a little high for yourself sometimes, we're pretty sure that you'll reach your dreams no matter what it takes. You probably don't realize how many people envy you, either. But think about it — who wouldn't?

What are you?
http://web.tickle.com/jumpto?test=gossipgirlogt&c=50652

What Do You Do to Your Hair?

My Result: Color Queen

It's no wonder everyone you meet takes a shine to you. A risk taker, you're not afraid to brighten up your locks — or a room — with your unique style. Not one to mind being in the spotlight, you like to stand out and do things your way. Your fun, positive energy is sure to make you the life of the party — no matter how you tint your tresses.

Sure, it takes a little extra effort to tend to your roots, but you feel best when your outer glow matches your inner one. That's why sitting back and playing it safe just won't cut it for you. So what are you waiting for? Mix it up!

What are you?
http://web.tickle.com/jumpto?test=dotohairogt&c=50652

2008-05-06T19:31:00.004+08:00

No, the ~~cheap~~ school hasn't paid me for the FREE advertisement... Yet... But it isn't gonna stop me from blogging.

So far I've been trying to keep the act under wraps, and maybe it'll stay that way til the day comes.

Or, if someone could just coax the gentle cat out of the Prada bag. :)

But I'll definitely be posting up picture for various acts... Unless, of course, this blogger starts to get laaaazzzy due to her LAAAAGGGGYY ol' desktop.

I'm gonna be busy this week... And the next...

There's this Econs test coming up tomorrow ...

And that Webpage layout thing for IT due on Thursday...

And that Chemistry test next Monday...

And that...

And...

You get it, don't cha?

Now, I gotta bid adieu.

A Night With The Stars

2008-04-25T23:41:00.003+08:00

Thought bugging me: Being in Add Math is like a torture chamber. So when I came out of that torture chamber, I came out crazed. I'm not kidding.

ANYWAAAAY...

The Night With The Stars will be on 24th May 2008.

So, mark your calendars.

It's odd though, it's on a Saturday Night and if I remember clearly, the last LME was on a Friday night.

Tickets will be on sale on 3rd May 2008.

Crap, my school should bloody pay me for advertising. I mean, pfft. It's not like I'm gonna be in the thing, rocking out to my heart's content.

Or even, helping out with the stage crew.

So c'mon, you cheap people, pay up!

Oh, RM 20 for front section, and RM 10 for the back half. Apparently, the school's uber confident with its tight tight security that they state that STUDENTS OR PARENTS WITHOUT TICKETS WILL NOT BE ADMITTED.

That's only gonna happen if the hall is closed up tight with air conditioning, and they send policemen to guard the oh-so-big side entrances.

Here are the results.

Let's Start A Riot in Me!!

2008-04-24T20:05:00.003+08:00

Even Ecstasy pills can't get me THIS high.

No, seriously.

Truly.

I mean, when one drinks or say, takes drugs, there's this feeling of being elated, but NO ROOT from where the happiness comes from. It's kinda like, being happy for NOTHING AT ALL.

I'm high.

But I was higher when I first heard the news.

Oh my GAWD. It was so good.

Like a PURE OUTBURST OF UNCONTROLLED EMOTION. A RIOT!!!

That's it. A riot started in me.

I never imagined it would be like this. Not after shamelessly fantasizing... Never imagined it would be like this.

It's so good. So bloody damn good.

I screamed, yes, I screamed and jumped around and ran for a bit, nearly overwhelmed by tears.

Ten points if you figure out what i'm blogging about before I post up the next entry.

Mizuki, The Little Kitty

2008-04-19T11:38:00.004+08:00

This is Mizuki. Who made me squeal over his cuteness.

See... nice little kitty.

It's Jen Kueen's kitty, which isn't surprising why lil' Mizuki is studying while taking pictures as well.

If you look closer, it's CHAPTER 30 on Classification... The Bio textbook.

Mizuki is SUPER CUTE. Jen tortured me during Friday's meeting with Mizuki on her desktop. I could have died squealing. But it was fun, torturing Adit about this older girl. I mean, it was so funny how he tried to say he was fourteen, when he really is still THIRTEEN.

Oh my gosh. You should see Mizuki CLOSE-UP. It'd be more amazing. I'll ask jenjen for more pictures. Or kueenkueen, whichever annoys her most.

I SURVIVED!!

2008-04-13T20:00:00.002+08:00

The rapture one feels when the teacher announces, "Okay, put down your pens!"

Oh, pure bliss. Pure joy.

Pure emotion of being pissed off when you realize that the ink of your favourite pen to write with, has run out.

and the thing you've all been waiting for...

2008-03-27T19:23:00.002+08:00

You guys, my faithful readers, will have to GRUDGINGLY DISENTANGLE yourselves from reading my blog for at least.... um... a week or two. Guess why?

The exams. You know, those torturous things that the Education Department cleverly disguise as a way to assess 'How Much You Have Learnt.' I mean, pfft. Who hasn't heard of buzz quizzes? Like, the teacher goes, 'mumble mumble mumble-' and you press the buzzer and answer the question. And, HEY PRESTO! You get marks!

No need for old-fashioned paper and pen, right?

Era of blooming technology, my smelly, aching foot.

Fashion Fling

2008-03-20T13:02:00.005+08:00

I went to http://www.nylonmag.com/. Just for the fun of it. And guess what I found?

Kurt Cobain + Converse sneakers. Pretty hot, if I do say so myself. Never thought it'd be a good combination.

Vans' sneakers designed by French designer Paillet or something.

A salon in Brooklyn, called Woodley and Bunny run by the Anderson sisters. It's a 3-in-1 salon where you can cut, colour and pick out clothes. C to the powuh of 3! (I'm not taking chances. I'm advertising for them for FREE. Maybe, just MAYBE when I have a lil' visit at Brooklyn, I could get a FREE cut, colour and clothes, too? Heh.)

Manic Panic. Such a shame we don't have them here. Wild shades are awesome.

Now, excuse me while I head off to eat my pie.

M.O.T.

2008-03-17T22:58:00.002+08:00

M.O.T.
Can be defined as My Octopus' Tentacles.

Mother of a Thief.

M Over There

My O-ful Teeth

And the scariest is MALAY ORAL TEST.

Omg. I am totally shaking. I can't even say the words right.
I have to take this breath in between each syllable.
Oh no, oh no.
I'm ~~hibernating~~ HYPER-VENTILATING.

Wish me luck.
It's tomorrow; first period, meaning precisely 8 and a half hours to go.
Oh dear. Oh dear.
I don't wanna go.
I need to like, get my allergies tomorrow.
Or have a splitting headache when I wake up.

Chess and I; 4Ever

2008-03-06T23:16:00.004+08:00

*clap clap!

I got the Paramore skin up! Awesome, isn't it? The Paramore skin is my baby... *sighs in awe.

Today was pretty crappy.

Like omg, the Add Math test was like a slow and painful death. Mr. Law struts in, asks the Interactors who need to leave at 1 something to take the test EARLIER in another room. I breathed a sigh of relief as he uttered those words. If I were to attend the Interact thing, I would still have to sit for the test.

And that 45 minutes (was it?) was pure torture. Get this straight.

THREE questions.

THREE, hard as hell questions, with SUB-QUESTIONS. Ahaha...

So I was sitting at my table, frustrated, on the verge of tears and peeing in my pants, because the teacher had to be a meanie and give us HARD QUESTIONS ON FUNCTIONS.

All I could think was 'f(x) equals to I'm going to get a big. fat. zero.'

After the test, people started to talk about the test. I was walking around, hollering, "NOT a word on the test," and people gave me ugly stares.

And Wayne is such a sissy. He can't even take shoulder bumps without pretending to fall.

Bio class was hmm... Okay, I guess.

It was pretty fun watching Marcel getting HIS chance to be a teacher. I didn't give him a hard time while he was explaining because I'm just so darned nice.
Poor guy, though. He looked soooo serious up there. Ms. Faith decided that me being her guinea pig to explain the experiment procedures worked, I guess. From now on, she's gonna make each group have a person come up and explain the experiment. Whiieee....

I got pretty hyper during Bio, like while we were waiting for the time to finally test the liquid from our test tubes. I kept doing all those accents... Southern, French, etc.

Then Arvin came along and started talking in a Southern accent as well, whereas Marcel kept getting pissed and asked us to "SHHHHH!!"
Word of the wise, Marcel... "IGNORANCE IS BLISS!"

And during IT, we didn't do anything much, except pass up our exercise books. After that, we got to join the Year 9 class to watch something recorded from National Geographic.
I had NO idea our school has AstroMax. Weird, but at the same time, awesome, right? I mean, come ON. Even I don't have AstroMax, and anyone who reads this blog knows I'm this tv addict.

So overall, this day was okay. Only because we're gonna have a short term break. :)

Oh, and here's the funniest, and weirdest bit of the whole day.

Ms. Helena came up to me and asked if I played chess.

Coz Purple House ain't got enough girls in that category to represent them.

So guess what I said?

I said, I'll think about it.

I'm pretty much sure that someone who sees my name in the Chess List will start laughing so hard, they start peeing in their pants.
Either that, or they laugh, choke and die, and I will automatically win.

I'm hoping for the second option.

Seriously. Chess and I; we do not belong together.
So even if one of the chess pieces starts moving and screeching the Mariah Carey song, Chess and I will still NOT belong together.

Blog Screwy.

2008-03-05T21:27:00.002+08:00

I finally found a few BlogSkins I like, but I think the HTML is screwed up on EACH AND EVERY ONE OF THEM (such foul luck I have) so...

The words and stuff come out all screwy. Like, they have no margins and all.

So once I get the HTML figured out, the blog template, with the CBOX, iPod and all will be up back and running again.

Sigh.

The Phone Swears at You

2008-03-04T19:47:00.004+08:00

Okay, here it is. It's pretty lame, but... I figured it out today.

So we were fooling around right before Bio class. As in, we were going like,

"Oh toot you, you toot of a toot!"

Of course, we didn't actually swear, coz we censored ourselves. Like I said, FoOLiNg aRouNd.

Then I had this almighty revelation.

The phone freaking swears at you.

I'm not kidding.

You know when you're calling someone, there's this tone that goes toot toot... toot toot...

What it's REALLY trying to say is, "F*** you..." Angela figured that bit out.

And when you get hung up on, it goes toot toot toot toot...

It's really expressing its undying frustration. "F*** F*** F***"

You see?

I told you it was gonna be lame, didn't I?

I was also gonna upload some pictures, but Blogger is being so bloody toot toot toot toot.

Go figure that out if you have time.

During English today, some poor blogger guy on the Internet got ridiculed by the class because of his extremely terrible vegetable horrijible English. We were doing Formal Letters and Mr. P got 'model' essays for us to look at.

Bio was THE BEST lesson today. I got to teach. Tee hee.

The class was extremely noisy and she couldn't quite get us to settle down. So when she finally did, and she was asking, "Does anyone know how to explain the dialysis reaction?"

So, me, with my humongous mouth, had to go "Umm..." because I thought people would freely toss in their answers. Namely Marcel, but he failed me this time.

Sigh. Big disappointment, dude. BIG disappointment.

Then Ms. Faith said, "Okay, you can come up to explain." And so I did. Awesome experience, I tell you.

Being constantly challenged by your peers is certainly an uplifting and, at the same time, a humbling experience. You gotta admire those teachers who can certainly keep the class to a near pin drop silence, even.

Conclusion: We hardly give respect.

So anyway, that's all I can blog up to now. Gotta finish my 'Letter to the Editor'. Sniff.

99th Post

2008-02-16T13:14:00.003+08:00

This ish my 99th Post and it's special coz I say it is. :)
I intended to blog about China... but changed my mind coz I just can't seem to get my butt of the chair, into my room, grab the camera, and come back in here again. And then, I'll have to wait for my SLOW, SLOW computer to SLOWLY UPLOAD the pictures in. Then, I'll have to ---

See? Even typing it makes me feel lazy. What bout you people reading it, huh?
DO YOU FEEL MY LAZINESS?

We had the School Mag Committee meet yesterday. (It sounds nerdy, but it's the ONLY club where you get to write and have a taste of what the outside journalism world is gonna be like. So yeah. And it's cool, coz you get to bring your flashydrivestm to school and hand it to the teacher while everybody goes... LIKE WOAH.)

Okay. Over exaggerating. But if you're a photographer, you get to have your 10.something MP camera with you ALL THE TIME. So, if you're a victim of VainPain (pain from not being able to be VAIN) it's cool coz you can go around snapping picture of others and YOU. XD

And if you're in the Publishing Dept., you get to bring along your chic and oh-so-stylish laptop to school every meet. So cool eh?

Two weeks ago, the group of writers planned to have fantasy.comedy.romance. I'm not the type of person who wants comedy in fantasy and romance. So I was pretty devastated. And somehow, my argument that we HAD HAD HAD to have VAMPIRES in the story didn't get through. Somehow.

But Aaron came yesterday and he made Adhithya and Cass shut up and listen to his views, that we HAD HAD HAD to have vampires. Coz vamps, are like, the awesomest thing. Ever.

So, we got vampires in our story!! YAY!!! YIPPEE!!!! *Runs around and does a horrible rain dance!* *Screams* Aw, come ON. Scream with me!

During lunch, Clare, Mel, Filda, Angie and I were sitting together, eating, when Samantha came over and asked us whether we would like to join 800m. Mel volunteered, I think. And then, as Samantha was walking away, I called out to her and said, "Hey, you could ask the guys to dress up as girls and run!" Coz no one wanted to do the 800m. Pfft. She replied with, "The guys are too UGLEH!" Lmao.

Then we were like, "Hey, Dalvin could be... DALVINA!" and "Stephen could be... STEPHENIE!!" And that made us all crack up coz Stephen put on KRISTINE'S silver headband last year during IT class and was checking himself out in the mirror. And that reminded me of KRISTINE very much.

It's been 42 days since I last saw Kristine. Oh, sigh.

It is 124 days to KRISTINE'S birthday.

They're Out to Get Us

2008-01-29T21:27:00.000+08:00

Quick.
STOCK UP ON YOUR SUPPLIES!
Lock yourselves in your houses!!
THEY'RE OUT TO GET US!!!

MAYBE I was over-exaggerating. But how can I NOT feel that they're out to get us?
It's about time you guessed who the 'they' are. The teachers.
Seriously.
I have, like, four tests this week. And today is TUESDAY. Do your math.
For those who CAN'T do your math, or are just simply too lazy to apply it into your daily life, here it is.
I have TWO tests tomorrow, Econs and Chemistry.
On Friday, I've got Add Math and Physics.

Scary, isn't it?
Next I'll be having this English test. I think we're doing essays and summaries on an almost-daily basis right now. I handed in my essay about being stranded on an island. Four pages long, and that's because I shrunk the font from a 12 to a 10, and changed the font from Times New Roman to Arial. Quote, Mr.Peter..."You don't have to write a novel." *coughNOTESARCASMcough*

He wrote this quote by John Lublock on the board, and a few of the letters of the words got erased. I think it goes something like this, "You eyes will only see what you want yourself to see." Everyone suspects it's Sean who erased off the bits of the letters. Muahaha.

During Bio class today, we were still arguing with our teacher about why she should just give us hand outs instead of making us copy notes off the board. It was bout a few minutes before bell was supposed to ring, and the Co-or Science students were let out early, but she didn't let us out. So Marcel asked whether she was married, and we bombarded her with lots of questions til she finally gave up and let us go out.

Struggle Against Hypocrisy in Prefects!

2008-01-21T22:21:00.000+08:00

Today was awesome.

To be mucho specific, 6:12pm was THE best time. Ever.

Kristine sent me a text!!

On my sexysexy phone.

So freaking awesome, right? I mean, I got a TEXT MESSAGE all the way from Australia!!

Fine, I'm over-reacting over such a simple thing and all. But YOU try getting a text message from your ABSOLUTE BESTIE. :) Awesome feeling, I tell you, especially since I hadn't contacted her through the phone for AGES.

*sniff.
It's so different without Kris, though. Filda says that almost every one of my sentences start with, "If Kris were here..."
This morning during math, I went on this wild streak of mine, and started bellowing to the class about how much I missed Kristine. Then no one answered when I asked, "Who misses Kristine?" so I said, "You HEARTLESS, CRUEL, people. The absence of Kristine should've burnt a hole in your heart, like acid. You people must have NO hearts. AT ALL."

People carried on doing their work, oblivious to my heartfelt confession.

I got a haircut yesterday, and got my hair dyed black. Because I want to.

Let me rant on the unfairness of being a student.

Firstly, hair dye should be permitted for both sexes. If teachers don't agree to that...

What about allowing students to dye their hair, on condition that they obtain good results? That sounds about fair, doesn't it?

I mean, HECK. The prefects dye their hair to. *coughyubincough* It's pretty unfair that they are allowed to go on unnoticed when they have dyed hair whereas they pick on the poor, innocent students of their school, abusing their authority. What about FrIeNdS of prefects with dyed hair? They're allowed to go unnoticed too, just because their 'bestie' doesn't want to get them into trouble?

I feel that this is COMPLETELY UNFAIR, and BIASED as well. Hypocritical much, right? Dyed hair, and accusing students falsely of dyed hair? Pfft. Discipline teachers should REALLY, REALLY check on their prefects BEFORE sending them out to commit hypocritical acts.

Same School, Different Day.

2008-01-12T13:42:00.000+08:00

Same School Different Day.

Same S***, Different Day.

If you've watched Dream Catcher, or read it (it's by Stephen King), you'll recognize the phrase above. It's the part where the guys go "SSDD." And I think Duddits says that too.

Anyway. This isn't about Stephen King, the guys, or Duddits. It's about me. And school.

It's pretty different this year, I guess. Considering I had a heck of a hard time deciding between subjects. Now actually being in them.... well, the environment's pretty different. It's like, the classes I'm in are pretty quiet. There's always the A.S.S. making *ahemlameahem* FUNNY jokes or whatever, and they aren't in most of my classes this year. So yeah. Pretty quiet.

Like in Physics or Bio or Chem, there's almost always this constant pin drop silence that continues to linger throughout the whole lesson. When it's time, there isn't really this BIG sigh of relief that can be heard, unlike last year. My, my. I feel like I'm stuck in the wrong classes.

Seriously.

Coz I think I'm like this playful/not-studying person.

During our VERY FIRST Biology class, the teacher, Ms. Faith, made the class introduce ourselves. We had to include:

NAME

YEAR OF BIRTH

and.... *drumroll

WHY WE LIKE BIOLOGY.

And then, after many, many people, it was my turn. So I said my name, and year of birth. When it got to the Why I Like Bio part, I babbled on and on and on and on and on. Someone smack me.

Every other person's answer was short and simple.

"I'm not sure whether I would like Bio or not because this is my first class."

As opposed to mine,

"I um, think I would learn to like Bio because I would like to know more about what's going on around me, things like plants and nature, and inside of me, like how our body works and stuff like that. I can't stand not knowing things that are around us because I'm naturally curious that way. And um, so YEAH." (coz some student interrupted her and she had to turn to them, so I just sat back down.)

Then she said,
"Oh, that's a good answer."

Pfft. YEAH. I get your sarcasm. At least, i THINK she was being sarcastic.

On Friday, we (add math students) had a QUIZ. The teacher was EXTRA EXTRA nice because he made it an open book one.

If I'd known so earlier, I wouldn't have been in the canteen studying my butt off. And I would've been spared being hit by a FLYING CUCUMBER thrown by SOME EXTREMELY GAY GUY (Yes, as in not straight.) *coughAARONcough*

Pfft. So immature. *tosses hair over shoulder.

LMAO

2007-12-31T17:53:00.000+08:00

lmao... You have GOT to see this. Yeah, this song is pretty outdated, but I stumbled upon this, and wanted you guys to have a look. :P

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KfEE_nYehZ8

Top ELEVEN Things to Do at A Bowling Alley

2007-12-26T16:03:00.000+08:00

Top 11 Things to Do at A Bowling Alley.

1. When your ball goes 'longkang' - hits the drain, shout "STEEEEERIIIIKE!!!!" This will guarantee attention from fellow bowlers.

2. Before keying in your three letter bowler name, (especially when bowling with friends), make them agree on quirky names.(If not, you could always threaten them.) Take for example, KIS MY ASS. One of you could be KIS, the other M(E)Y, and the other ASS.

3. Upon picking your ball, make a fuss worthy of a Queen Witch (minus W, plus B). "This is SO heavy!" "Aiyoo, this wan ah so lighting one! How to hit the stick thingey leh?" If there are people around you, make them carry the balls for you.

4. If no one is around, drop the ball on the floor, and start screaming, and faux crying.

5. If you have bowlers in the lane next to yours, start screaming at them about how much they suck at bowling. I do not take any responsibilty for your safety.

6. When other bowlers near you are stepping up to the lane; ready to bowl, shout, "FOUL! You stepped on the lane!!!" Ditto.

7. Or, you could interrupt them by saying, "Excuse me, the attendant at the counter called for you." Do that several times.

8. OR you could snatch the ball away. Say, "That's MY special ball!"

9. You could always push a bowler onto the lane. When the alarm sounds, say, "EYYYY!!!! So TERUK wan ah! (So terrible!) Bowl also donno how to bowl!

10. After rolling the ball, step onto the lane and follow the ball, regardless of whether the alarm sounds or not. If an attendant spots you, say, "My bracelet got stuck in the hole!"

11. Upon your departure, stick some bubblegum into random holes of the balls.

House

2007-12-21T14:21:00.000+08:00

Since I've been so mean, and haven't updated lately, here's something to cheer ye up.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0Bh7vnIVPv4

Go watch it. I can't embed it coz this thingy is screwy. It always doesn't copy the whole embed thingy.

Le Loco-lidays!

2007-12-09T14:20:00.000+08:00

Holidays turn your brain to mush.
School turns your brain to dust.

Go figure.

My point is, after this LOOOONG school break; without any use of our brains whatsoever, we have to return to school. Our 'dear' teachers then give out mind-numbing questions that drive you to sheer insanity. Thus, DUST. Goo can't think, goo is just... goo. Practically the substace is DEAD.

Oh my goodness. I don't even KNOW what I'm blogging about. See what I mean?

Kiss Trinity Goodbye

2007-12-07T23:57:00.001+08:00

YIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIPPPPPPEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

My pi-a-no exam is of-fic-ially o-VER!! OVER! OVER! OVER!

Gone are the nights of finger numbing scales and practices.

Gone are the pieces of Clementi, Kabalevsky and Lemond. (til I feel like playing them)

And come the exam results.

No, I haven't.

2007-12-04T15:04:00.000+08:00

No, I haven't left my blog to decompose in this vast, virtual world. Sure, I haven't been blogging in a while. Just busy, I guess.

But that would be a lie. I haven't really been BUSY busy, just... Well, I've been trying to disentangle myself from it, actually.

I feel as if I'm wasting so much time, just sitting in front of the comp and typing away.

Friendster is already like a drug. You don't want to use it, yet you have to, you must. Coz everyone you know uses it.

And funny how everything seems to sound more malicious on the Internet. Like, a little defensive phrase, like, "Hey, lay off!" sounds as if that person is inviting you for this whole cyber fight.

The Internet can be a scary, scary place sometimes.

Honestly, I'd rather watch tv now. I've got two new best friends now. Couch, and TV. They're always there for me, you know?

We sit there in companionable silence, except for TV yakking away. But it's cool.

Lost My Voice

2007-11-09T11:18:00.001+08:00

I'm stuck. At HOME.

While most of my classmates have chosen to have a field trip at the fragrant town of Bau. (note: Bau means smell, or smelly in Malay)

Thing is, I went there last year with my other classmates for a field trip already. It was certainly a scent-sational experience, wasn't it? I mean, heck, there was CAT POOP all over the place!! Or was that Tasik Biru, the Blue Lake?

Can't remember though. I remember taking pictures near a rock, trying to avoid stepping on the cats' doo-doos.

Great times, weren't they, aye?

I remember YH ordering Laksa. She was hesitant... Then when it FINALLY came, she had little bowls of it to share it around.

Then we walked 'round the little shophouses of Bau, buying stuff like Chips. So random.

Then there was this departmental store where (I think) Shanice and Yan Chi were trying on the hats. Uh huh.

Well, here's news for you.

I lost my voice. I sound pretty much like Kermit now. Got any tips, anyone?

A Post So I Can Actually Update

2007-11-08T17:26:00.000+08:00

Well, um. I have no idea why YH is pressing me to update. Heck, you can just CALL ME you *cough*stupid*cough* friend, to know what's going on in my life. DUH.

But then again, since she's such a *cough* NICE *cough* friend, I'll have a post up for her.

See? I'm so NICE. It makes the nicest person in the world look like a demon.

Anyway. It's bout one week off til the GREAT BIG HOLIDAYS... which will be referred to henceforth as the GBH. And, um about a week til I get to meet up with my friends at the GREAT BIG HALL for prize-giving and whatsits.

Oh wow. Geesh. I suresh hopesh ta be sittingsh wish you gais on shat dayh.

But then agin, you'd prob be awl, go awaay, you bleedin' fool. Go bayk to where ye came from. So, geesh, I'd bayter nawt. Darn it.

Well, if you're interested in my daily life.. We're hardly doing anything in school nowadays. It seems as if the teachers aren't even interested anymore. I think they wouldn't even mind if we start a bonfire in the middle of the class, tossing in our textbooks. Muahaha!

Oh, right. Today Melissa's cards got confiscated. Heck, they weren't even gambling. As for me, I was the angel frowning upon the bringing of prohibited items, so I sat down and read REBEL ANGELS, by Libba Bray.

(Truth: I didn't want to play Heart Attack with them because the book was really un-putdownable, and I don't want to suffer from heart problems at such a young age.)

If you do plan to get it, however, be warned that that's actually the sequel. I didn't know that when I bought it.

PS. If you're a friend or acquaintance of mine living in AUSTRALIA or NEW ZEALAND, I'd be so thankful if you could just ship me that Diane Von Furstenburg Limited Edition T-Mobile Sidekick. I mean, pfft, no biggie for you guys, right?

Kristine

2007-10-31T18:19:00.000+08:00

This post, is dedicated to Kristine. *sniff. You should see her curse in my CBox.

So touching.

So, Kris, this one is for you.

Be strong.

Dear Kris,

Somehow this term, you keep getting nines. I wonder if your lucky/unlucky number is nine. Haha. You should dress up to the nines. Oh dear, that was lame. Whoops.

Well, congrats on getting NINETY(90) for your D.T. *sniff. I am so proud of you. (Look at me, I'm flicking my tears over my left shoulder.) I think you'd have enough of getting like, 89, or 79. Then again, luck is always on your side. It's the project, or the test pulling you up.

Muahaha.

Oh, wow.

You should've seen your face today.
You were so happy. :)

So m'dear Krissy. Remember McKrissy fish burgers? Oh my, that was the best.
Go and make your momma proud.
And me too.

Lots and lotsa smacks on the head,
Ryo.

Okay, you know what? I'll do a better dedication/post thingy next time. I'm just feeling so fuzzy and blurry right now. I even left the key hanging outside of the door, when I got back.

Rejoice.

2007-10-26T17:13:00.000+08:00

Oh. My. Gawd.

You have NO idea how long it took me to access this page. I've been trying to get onto Blogger since 2pm. It's about 5pm now. Right then I was still bursting with zeal to blog. Right now, it's like, "Jeez."

Well, exams are over. REJOICE!
Come on, do it with me. Do the Rejoice Shampoo Commercial, where the girls flip their "shiny, lustrous, 'tak-menggunakan-teknik-rebondingLAH' hair. Seriously, it definitely has to be CGI. No one's hair can be THAT shiny.

Like, woah! I can even see my own reflection in my hair! Let's break all the mirrors!
I think not.

I had my last two papers, Geo and Art, today. I think it was okay. Funny how the teachers think they're going to test you in DETAIL, then when the paper comes out. Hoho! GENERAL QUESTIONS.

It's like, oops. Didn't I say GENERAL?

So we study til we're half dead. Go to the exam hall, with our minds filled with words, and open the paper. I TRICKED YOU!!!! Simple questions!

But our minds are exhausted to the point where we can only remember the details, not the general. Sheesh.

Sometimes I wish I could just go right up to the teacher who set the paper, and shove the paper down his/her throat.

Okay, maybe I wouldn't do it. Imagine the headlines...

Pupil Asphyxiates Teacher with Test Paper.

or,

Teacher Dies of Suffocation by Student

Student's cause of action undetermined, as student was tight-lipped throughout the session; and demanded a lawyer.

OR,

The student who shoved testpapers down the teacher's throat appeared to be mentally unstable.

Imagine THAT.

NO WAY.

2007-10-15T17:53:00.000+08:00

Oh.
My.
Freaking.
Chickenrice.

The PM got an iPO(r)d. (i added the R coz it was how the emcee pronounced it.)

The PM got an iPod.

My, my, unbelievable, right?

That Dr. SMS guy went up to space for the first time.
So the whole thing is being documented. Oh my, my.

So I watched part of it the other day. I switched it off because I got creeped out by Captain Mut / Kapt. Mut... Weird name, right? But my mom figured they got it from the word 'semut', meaning ANT. Darn. I couldn't stand having that Ant-wannabe-Captain trying to brainwash me into studying hard so I can be blasted up into space someday.

But still, the PM got a freaking iPod. So did his wife. Unbelivably cool. Who'd wanna bet they got the iPod touch? I saw that the packaging was different.

"... akan mendapat, sepasang songket dan iPod..."

My jaw DROPPED.

I freaked out and ALMOST ran around laughing hysterically.

Well, anyway, that aside....
I'll be putting up the pictures for a post I'm supposed to do, but I can't upload the pix due to not installing the software on this comp. :)

TTFN.

Stolen!

2007-10-09T22:06:00.000+08:00

Stolen from Naomi's blog; because I really gotta get my mind of sewing. Speaking of which, my fingers hurt.

1. YOUR ROCKSTAR NAME(first pet, current car)
Stephanie Vanquish. ((yesh.. the A.M. Vanquish from Twilight... :))

2. YOUR GANGSTA NAME ((fave ice-cream flavour, fave cookie))
Raspberry Chocolate Chip (( yeah, like anyone would scream with me having that name.))

3. YOUR 'FLY' GIRL/GUY NAME
(first initial of first name, last three initials of your last name)
Rhuo. ((Whoa. Haha.))

4. YOUR DETECTIVE NAME (fave colour, fave animal)
Purple Wolf. ((sounds tacky. ick.))

5. YOUR SOAP OPERA NAME (middle name, city you were born in)
Morgan Kuching. ((mmkay...))

6. YOUR STAR WARS NAME(the first 3 letters of your last name, first 2 letters of your first)
Chury. ((great. it's like CURRY.))

7. SUPERHERO NAME("the" + 2nd fave color, fave drink)
Green Berry Smoothie. ((greenberry.))

8. NASCAR NAME Sadly, I dunno the names of my grandfathers.

9. STRIPPER NAME(the name of your fave perfume/cologne/scent, fave candy)
*Ralph Lauren* Cool Wonka Nerds. ((nerds are cool. period.))

10. WITNESS PROTECTION NAME(mother's and father's middle name)
Karin .... dad doesn't have a middle name.

11. TV WEATHER ANCHOR NAME(your 5th grade teachers name, a major city that starts with that same letter)
Miss Au Auckland.

12. SPY NAME (your fave season, flower)
Autumn lily.

13. CARTOON NAME (fave fruit, article of clothing you are wearing right now + "ie" or "y")
watermelon shirtie. ((oh dear, imagine this watermelon in a shirt running around.))

14. HIPPY NAME(what you ate for breakfast, your fave tree)
kek lapis willow.

15. YOUR ROCKSTAR TOUR NAME ("the" + your fave hobby or craft, fave weather element + "tour")
The Skating Rain Tour. ((i'm scared.))

Stew-pig Internet Connection

2007-10-04T13:43:00.000+08:00

My Internet thing is screwed up again. AGAIN.

Repeat. AGAIN.

Which means, the Streamyx/TM people aren't doing their job. AGAIN.

So now, I'm using the school comp. And am thinking of skipping English library to get in here on FRIDAY. After PE.
We(Kris and I) both gain. We and teacher. We help her clean the room, and we get to cool off (then again, library has air-cond, too) and use the comp.

So anyway...
Thinking very much of throwin a party just a day before the actual date of my birthday... :)

Also got over my English speech. Phew. I was so damned happy when I sat down back in my seat. Heck, I volunteered go up. Scary, isn't it? I think right then, I suffered a momentary brain relapse. Muahaha. No more speeches for the rest of the year. *attempts evil laughter.

*but fails, badly.

I went to Diana Retard's birthday party. (Di, if you're reading it... Here's what I thought of it.)

it sucked.

:) Well, part of it. The shuffling. Then again, I hate techno. Maybe the techno was the suckiest form of techno that I've ever listened to.
Sitting there, watching them shuffle, was pure TORMENT.
Huh. Should've gotten the Lodge group.
Those at your party looked like they were sufferring from an epileptic fit.

Overdue!

2007-09-23T11:09:00.000+08:00

My long overdue post.

Firstly, I got Eclipse about a week ago, and just started reading it. I'm usually the type who'd get on the book as soon as I buy it, but heck, I bought a whole pile of books at the store, and I decided to save the best for the last.

Something popped up to me the other day, as I was ahem- daydreaming in class last week.

It's about time a student flipped his/her wig. How bout hiring a counsellor?

Truly, it's a wonder how no one goes crazy under the load of homework and assignments. Don't you nationals dare say we have everything easy here. It's so not the case. What we lack in homework, they give us projects and assignments that actually add up to the exam marks. Talk about premature stress. Is that the word?

Heck, it might not even be a valid term. See what stress does to you?

Oh yeah, while I was visting the nationals, I was reunited with

*drumroll please*

Erica!

Unfortunately, we didn't talk much. I think it was less than 20 words exchanged. Sadly.

I was talking to Steph when my blurry vision caught sight of this girl sitting at a bench. She was looking straight at me, too. Then Steph had to endure my finger poking because I couldn't see well, and I kept asking her to confirm Erica's identity.

haha.

Well, my exams are coming up. I have to pass up this English assignment thingy. And finish up this applique sewing thing. And.... yaddayadda.

AND THE ENGLISH SPEECH.

Wii are DEAD.

2007-09-18T22:06:00.000+08:00

Let me get this straight.

The Japanese Wii version is only in JAPANESE?

With NO language options available whatsoever?

What kind of game console comes without being able to change the damned language?

Wait, don't answer that.

I know the answer.

The Japanese Wii.

Oh my dear gawd. Oh dear. Oh my.

Someone shoot me, I will gladly die.

Or gimme a brain implant of someone who KNOWS Japanese.

Oh, great.

Doom has befallen me,
I of,
None Japanese speaking heritage,
To play with a Japanese Wii,
Which is ALL IN JAPANESE AND I CAN'T EVEN CHANGE THE FREAKING LANGUAGE.

A Letter to 3C

2007-09-11T16:50:00.000+08:00

Dear 3C,

I miss you. I miss you guys a lot. We've had all the fun times, pulling pranks, or simply just sitting together in companionable silence. Sometimes, although doing nothing, just the mere sight of knowing you guys are there makes a whole lot of difference.

I hate myself. I can't even name all the girls in the class anymore. Connie, Colette, Rebekah, Poh Choo, Yii Lian, Liz, Nazerene, Stephanie, YH....
That was all I remembered last week.
Til today, in BM class, when I mentioned that I had a friend named Esther.
The Esther I remembered was still the one back in Kindy C. I don't know why, I just couldn't remember that Esther IS STILL IN LODGE. I know you'll be hating me for this; trust me, I hate myself too.
It shouldn't be like that. I tell myself that I CANNOT, WILL NOT forget you guys, but it all just starts slipping away, slowly; without me realizing it. Though I DO have friends here, I still can't forget you guys. I won't. But why, why is it I forgot Esther? And probably some of the other girls; I just can't remember it now. I know Hui Mian has been transferred...

Suffice to say, I miss you. I miss you all, and it quite pains me to see, that whenever I visit, I am sort of avoided, like as if, in your minds, you're all thinking about me, She's different from us now. She's not one of us. Maybe you don't, but I do. And everytime I go, I just mostly see YH and Steph. Like you guys are thinking I'm just GOING THERE, just to see them. But it's not mostly them. You guys matter, too, and I just wanted you to know that.

I've heard all these things about girls in 3C backstabbing each other, not liking each other. Well, jeez, Will you get over it already? You fight now, you will continue fighting. If you can't get along with your peers during your teenage years, how the hell are you going to associate with other people when you get older?

If just one thing, say that trait about your classmate constantly lying, bugs you, and makes you despise her; well here's the fact out in the open world. EVERYONE LIES, okay? And hell, some are so damned good you don't even have a clue that they're actually lying to you. Bottom line is, Just stop hating each other so much. It makes your life so much more difficult.

Dammit, you already have this whole garangtuan pile of homework, and revision books to get through. If that nagging feeling and hatred of this particular person or something is still in your head, you won't be able to pay a single iota of attention to your studies. Don't you think it's just so much EASIER to not hate, spread rumours, gossip, etc.?

My point is, if you can't handle your peers at the teenage age, how are you going to handle them when you get older?

Most of you put on this facade, acting innocent when heaven knows you have this pitchfork behind your hand, ready to stab when you feel like it.

Backstabbers. How do you live every moment of your life knowing that you're going to ruin someone else's life? How are you able to face that person that you're having mean thoughts towards? That's just shameful.

What's even MORE shameful is some of you girls who go up to the guys in 3C and start warming up to them, spreading lies about more girls. Thing is, if you JUST STOP YOUR BLOODY ACT, you'd be able to have peace. Peace in your heart for not hating (and you call yourself with religion), peace in the others' hearts for feeling better about themselves, peace in the boys' hearts for not being burdened with your problem. Peace in the class.

And you guys, are shameful, too. Just because they're GIRLS, doesn't mean you have to believe them and turn on that group of girls that some girls gossiped to you about. GOSSIP IS GOSSIP. It may be the truth. Like, only one BIT. Go on with your life, for goodness sake. Your lives don't revolve around girls. Truth be told, I'd rather you guys actually form a band and started writing songs, and performing and all that. You'd actually benefit from that, like money for gigs... instead of listening to some girls' gossip. It also shows that you don't have minds of your own. You let those girls manipulate you and use you to their beckoning. I don't know about you guys, but I'd rather live my own life and be hated, than live a life where nothing is of my own produce, but being loved.

Superficiality. You never see beyond a person. You just look at their facade, and then decide, oh, she's like that. What more to say, gossip. You'd hate a person even before you see them. I don't think that's fair, do you?

Imagine being hated by a group of people you don't even know, haven't even seen.
They hate you, hate you with every fibre of their body.
I don't think that's fair.

They say, you start to see things clearer when you're pulled away from the big mess. That's true. And they say, you appreciate things more when they're taken away from you. I'm a witness of it. Believe me.

xoxo
Ryonna.

Feelings of Discontempt and Quintessential Hatred

2007-09-08T12:39:00.000+08:00

hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate hate. hate. HATE. HATE. hate. HaTe.

School Life, Episode 4, Season 3.

2007-09-06T21:51:00.000+08:00

It seems that, lately, I haven't done anything much but, worry. Yes, that's right. My supposed jolly teenage life isn't how it is on tv. Heck, nothing is EVER real on tv. Not even their faces, or their boobs, or their behinds. But I didn't settle my butt onto the chair just to write about Tinsel Town and its citizens. They get far too much publicity.

Anyway, back on track.

I haven't done anything much but worry.

Yes, there's always this voice nagging in my head, scolding me daily (ever since I decided I had to take Econs) for giving up the Art subject in school. You see, just so happens that this blogger here has somehow made the decision to take Pure Science, Add Math, and Econs. Instead of Co Science+Business, Art, and General Math, I took those.

It just s
me so much that I'm giving up Art. But somehow, I'm still glad. Don't ask. It's one of those philosophical things that if I attempt to explain, will have my readers fleeing the scene as fast as they can, making up the most ridiculous excuses, such as, "Oh dear, I need to pee."

"But, sorry, it's a...
," I say.

Then they'd make up some excuse such as, "I need to go brush my teeth."

Okay. Maybe I was over-exaggerating.

Now I need to go back to worrying about whether I should get the 2nd hand books or just order a whole new set.

Stupid Gerrl Cuts Herself

2007-09-05T21:55:00.000+08:00

Stupid Gerl Cuts Herself, Episode 1

Remember that girl, D? Yeah, the one who asked about cutting herself with the ballpoint pen. Yeah, well, today during science, she called out to me; she was a table away, and showed me that she had TWO penknifes!

Ah, I'm so HAPPY for you! (note sarcasm)

Well, I asked her to pass it to me, then I showed Kris this action of cutting myself from my lower eyelid, then she said, "I dare you." I, of course, am so utterly, shamelessly VAIN that I declined her offer. Then I told that emo-wannabe girl, "Heck, it'll make your cutting so much easier." Then I added, "Faster, too."

She nodded, then proceeded to drown herself in her mock emo-ness.

I went back to reading this novel of mine, while trying to listen to Mr. Lee explain on planetary orbits and stuff like that. I got lost in the novel a while, then D called out to me and said, "Oh, I cut myself!"

She was so darned HAPPY, that I took a brief moment to look up from my book- a painful act, I must say - to glance at her. Then I went back to reading.

D, however, was not satisfied. She walked from her table to mine and showed me her cut! Oh, gaspitty GASP!

It was so, anti-climatic. It wasn't a cut, it wasn't even a nick. It wasn't even on her bloody freaking wrist. It was on her finger. No, not her finger pad, but around her nail.

You know how it is when around your finger, there are always these bits of skin... Not a hangnail. More like a hangskin.

Heck, I thought that woman actually DARED to really cut herself, like on the wrist or something. HeCk, it wasn't even ONE MILLIMETRE. More like, HALF a millimetre. I would've strangled her on the spot.

Her: Eh, I cut myself! Look! (shoves finger to my face)

So disappointing. Huh.

School Life, Episode 3, Season 3.

2007-08-29T17:22:00.000+08:00

I'm really supposed to be doing my art project right now, but the computer screen looked so tempting. My fingers itched just to type on the keyboard. So, hear I am.

I spent most of today with the girls in the class to decorate the hall with our respective national stuff. Being a Malaysian, for me, it meant streaking the place with Malaysian flags. While the others (Koreans and Indonesians) were busy drawing their flags, we just asked teacher to print them out. Don't start with the, "Oh, you're so lazy thing." The Malaysian flag is hard to draw. Not the fourteen red and white lines. I mean the fourteen sided star. And somehow, my crescent moon always turns out looking like a banana. See the resemblance?

Today was fun. Somehow I ended up being crazy-patriotic. I found an extra Malaysian flag which was big, and waved it around. Kristine dared me to walk around school shouting Merdeka. Ten points if you guess what I did.

Did I do it? Well, I'll say something. I did while walking to the hall, and Holly supported saying Merdeka as well. Something funny happened, also. Wayne was trying to get the flag from me, but I pulled it away, bashing into the ceiling light. Thank goodness it didn't shatter!

We spent nearly the whole day decorating the hall. Ugh, so tired right now. Kristine, Claresta, Melissa and I were there since about 9 something. Melissa went home earlier, before 3.30. Clare and Kris stayed back a bit later to help do some more stuff. I have to see the hall tomorrow, but I'm having doubts of whether I want to go to school or not.

Plus, there's this thing of having to wear our traditional costumes to school tomorrow.... You know, since MERDEKA and all. I can't very well wear a baju kurung in the heat. Or a cheongsam. Or those Iban costumes. Ugh. I thought to wear a tee shirt and shorts, and have a sarong around my waist, and I'd be called a kampong person. Simple, right? Fuss-free!

Tips for Emo-Wannabes

2007-08-22T11:56:00.000+08:00

Those of you who are - let's use a nice word here - simply ignorant to the stereotypical fact that emos are people who cut themselves, and therefore, you want to be emo... I have a few tips for you. The other day, can't remember when exactly, this 'friend' of mine, let's call her D, was telling me about this person whom she knows who cut herself with a pen.

Me: Ballpoint?

Her: I think lah. Pen lah!

Me: (looks at her weirdly.) You mean ballpoint pen?

Her: Pen lah. How would I know?

This is a snippet from our IM convo just a while ago.

Rynoa-Ai... says:
gawd, don't EVER use a ballpoint

Rynoa-Ai... says:
til the next day also blood cannot come out.

[B]ABEY[G]URL lovex [J]OJO[A]RMANI . ure like a dream come true ! says:
O . O Y NOT

[B]ABEY[G]URL lovex [J]OJO[A]RMANI . ure like a dream come true ! says:
owhhhh ...

[B]ABEY[G]URL lovex [J]OJO[A]RMANI . ure like a dream come true ! says:
den use wad lei

Rynoa-Ai...says:
if use pen, use NEEDLE point.

[B]ABEY[G]URL lovex [J]OJO[A]RMANI . ure like a dream come true ! says:
walau eh ... u so smart O . O

(she hasn't replied yet, probably taking my advice already. I can already imagine...

Dadddiiiie... Bring me out to buy NEEDLE POINT PEN!)

Which concludes tip no.1

~ If you want to cut yourself with a pen, use a needle point. Don't go using the type of pen which its tip being 1.0 or 0.7 or 0.5. You'll die of frustration before you start bleeding.

Photo courtesy of DeviantArtist: DudeNeedaEaseOnUp

Tip No.2

Emos don't always wear black. So if you're trying to impress someone that now you've become 'emo', and you go out head-to-toe in black garb; black nails, black socks, black lipstick, eyeliner, eyeshadow, etc., do so. I told you already.

For those of you who didn't get it, -sigh-, being emo doesn't mean you wear black everyday. I mean, hey, people like black, but don't go OVERBOARD. Plus, with Kuching's daily temperature of about 32 Celsius to 34, you'd probably faint from the heat. By the way, the supposed emo style is also, in a way, skater chic.

Tip No.3

You are allowed to smile. What, when your guy kisses you, or your friend tells you the most wonderful news, you're just gonna stand there, with your face expressionless? Um, are your facial muscles paralysed. (Disclaimer: Not an insult to those who really have that.)

Tip No.4

Be yourself. 'Yeah, yeah, yeah. Heard that so many times,' you may think. But heck, you don't go being something else, (in this case, an emo) just to impress a guy or a girl.

Frustration on the Soul.

2007-08-20T14:12:00.000+08:00

If you're a nice person, you will help me look for the Warmness on the Soul piano piece (transcritption or whatever) by Avenged Sevenfold. If you've been nice OR kind to at least ONE person, or to yourself throughout your life, you shall do that as well. I want the piece including the bass clef as well (left hand). It'll be the BEST if you could find the FULL version.

I've spent hours scouring the Net for it, but bloody bugger. The ONE page I find is an image thingy, and it CAN'T print out properly. Get this; missing notes, lines, etc. It can only print out half of the piece. If you wanna know how I look like right now, look at the image above. Yeah, like that, except that I've pulled out more hairs out of my head than that chick has done.

Chh. Whoever said that the Internet was this vast, VAST amount of information that you can have in a jiffy was GREATLY mistaken.

Heck, I'd play the whole thing by ear if I had more time.

More time = More accurate piece.

But blimey, I ain't gettin' enuff time, aren't I?

Oh man.

You know what? Holidays that we get in between terms aren't holidays at all. 9 assignments still sitting, waiting to be completed. Not holidays at all. It's just this disguise, so that we won't protest to them.

Life.

2007-08-19T22:26:00.000+08:00

Life can be PURE FUN one moment, and PURE HELL in just about, like two seconds.

Pure fun meaning having to go all gila-gila with my friends today. Gosh, seems such a long time not seeing them. MISS YOU! But then, one of them didn't add me to their blog. Heck, what can I say?

That wasn't pure hell. Oh no. Pure hell is when I got ONLINE, like right now. My cellphone's sitting just about 3 inches away from me and it's due to beep when a text comes in, bearing BAD news about the darned Merdeka Day Performance.

Like how we won't be doing the play, MY decision, because there isn't much time left. Considering the school holidays and all, when we're all couch potatoes... It's pretty hard to get everyone to start practising and all.

So maybe we're just gonna do this pretty gay Malaysian song. Like that shrieking MALAAAAAYSIAAA truuuuuuly asssssiiiiaaaaa song. *shudders. Urgh.

Pity me. On second thought, DON'T.

A Glimpse...

2007-07-20T17:24:00.001+08:00

I shall attempt to write a recount of what happened in school today, coz I think I hardly ever post about petty things that happened in school.

Today, was a PRETTY HIGH day.
Not high with DRUGS. What do you think I am, a druggie? Heck, no.
Take note, my definition of getting HiGh used in this blog, is getting hyper from laughter.

As I was saying... today was a PRETTY HIGH day. As in, 3/4 of the day, I was HIGH.

I was nearly late today. NEARLY being the operative word here. Then when Filda came, I started laughing and poking at her radio-print bag. She asked me to shut up, then we walked up to MATH class.

Dorothy came in late, much later than I, and sat. There was this six-letter word which we had to guess about some graph thing for math. When I answered, Dora said, "Nerd!"

During CIVICS, I started questioning Mr. P. Muahaha. He faced the wrath of my questions.

We went to the Science Lab, and I think there's some chemical that I react to, well, I got really bold and started to make this humming sound. Like how it sounds when you use a vacuum cleaner. Kristine threatened to hit me with the science textbook, while Angela kept forcing my chin closed.

Well, I carbon dioxide and something must make her have a reaction, too. She was sitting next to me, so, yeah, she got the wrath of my CO2, and started shrieking. The teacher was in the class, but he went out for a while to get a movie for us to watch as a reward. Not sure for what, though. Haha. Basically those at my table, were getting high, except for those who refused. Dora joined in the humming too.

Then we walked out of Science to watch a movie at the AVA Room, and on the way out, Aaron was like, "Why you make that sound?" -.-" Coz I felt bored, obvious, isn't it? Then he started humming too. XD People were getting high along the way. MUAHAHA. Face the evil of the whoooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo"-ing noise!

We watched Spirited Away, and for the first few minutes I was reading off the subtitles and mimicking that Chihiro girl. Not bad a movie. Haha, the parents turned to pigs, that was SICK. And I thought that Haku guy was a girl til he opened his mouth. Andy and Kris were basically briefing us on how the synopsis was, and Kris sorta ruined it for Marcel coz she said the parents turned into pigs. Haha, it's so nice annoying Marcel.

Then we had Solat, and the Filda, Allie, Kris freaked out coz they thought they were gonna have creative expression. But it's NEXT WEEK, but either way, doom shall befall you. I'm SAFE coz I'm in BAND. *does a little dance. Then we had lunch, where Kris had an unfortunate boo boo. I'm kidding.

Then we had P.E... Softball. And our bases were our teacher's OLD car headrest. *shudders. UGH!!!
Then library, where the librarian was mopping the floor and we had to take off our shoes, to appreciate her. But ended up getting our socks dirty coz she didn't mop the whole library.

Blog Skins.

2007-07-17T16:53:00.001+08:00

Okay, I got over my high-ness. I'm pissed at blogger for having BUGS. Every time I get this new blog skin it ALWAYS punishes me by saying the tags aren't closed when they ARE. Blogger is screwed. I would go create a new blog or something, but leaving this blog would be hard coz there are SOOOO many posts here already.
So, yeah, screw Blogger. Go get your kinks fixed.

Bored.

2007-07-17T16:50:00.000+08:00

Bored bored bored. Tralala. Randomness. Boredom. Bored bored bored.

Para-I-want-MORE!

2007-06-28T23:13:00.001+08:00

Putting that aside. Today, Georgette Tan, yes GEORGETTE TAN from THE BORNEO POST paid a visit to our Year 9 class. Well, she did pay a visit to the Year 10 Class as well, but I don't really care much about them, coz I'm SELF-CENTERED (note sarcasm).

She was nice. Really nice. She patiently answered ALL our questions, and mind you, the Year 9 bunch is a really LIVELY one; so we were like these soldiers firing machine gun bullets at her. Before she came, I was wondering how she looked like. I was expecting probably someone that looked pretty much prune-y already, but Georgette was FAR from that. I expected Georgette to be um, say, like this person who has a really pinched up, nasty face (basically, I expected her to look mean), but heck, Georgette was completely different from what I'd imagined.

Georgette was fun, bubbly, lively. Great personality. I've seen Georgette's name appear countless times in the Borneo Post for the last couple of years. So, as you can imagine, as a person like me who simply adores writing, I was THRILLED to hear that we could meet her. She's like, this celeb to all Malaysian teen writers. :)

Actually, my other reason for this post is to introduce you guys to this ALTERNATIVE PUNK ROCK band, PARAMORE. Erica sent me one of Paramore's song, Emergency, online yesterday, and whoa, I almost screamed when I heard it. It was LOVE at FIRST HEAR!!! If she were right in front of me, I would've hugged her with a grin SO wide. So, thanks, Erica!

Besides Emergency (I'd recommend that if you WANT TO get into Paramore), top on my list, LET THIS GO and PRESSURE are good. Their album, ALL WE KNOW IS FALLING will be out soon.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WpKRZ-0LsqY This is the link to their LIVE performance of PRESSURE. I can't embed it, there seems to be this problem. It doesn't fully copy.

I'm sure ONE video's enough for you to link to more. :) Ta-ta.

Kristine's Birthday.

2007-06-20T17:13:00.000+08:00

Today is Kristine's birthday. So I decided to be a good sport and dedicate this post to her.

Happy 14th Birthday Kris!

For English, we learnt about bias. Bias means... go look it up in the dictionary coz I don't feel like explaining it to you.
So, I'm using bias on Kristine.

Name: Kristine Tan (privacy protected)
Age: 14
Interests: ahem ahem, kicking guys, bullying guys, saying sizzlin' sausages

Kristine Tan, who just turned 14 today, is like every other teenager.

Wait. Dammit. I'm sorry I can't finish this post. I GOTTA GO!!!!!

YH's Cuzzie's Wedding

2007-06-19T16:28:00.000+08:00

Seriously, if YH hadn't told me that Azz asked me to update my blog, I don't think I would've bothered. See.... I'm constantly busy these days. What more to say certain A Level students formed this petition to move the exam EARLIER so they could attend the Rainforest Music Festival, which I shall refer to thereinafter as RMF. Seriously.... I need time to studylah. You A Level people also lah. Gonna get job and go UNI, you know!!! Still play play!!

Well, anyway. Back on the topic.
YH's Cuzzie's Wedding.
or.
YH's punya cuzzie punya perkahwinan. Excuse the screwy BM...

Oh yeah, I'm not gonna put the pics up yet. Firstly I gotta get some of the better-looking pictures from Steph. Not that my camera is faulty or anything, just that I felt kinda lazy to use two cameras. Besides, my camera was quite worn out, from taking pictures, so I let it rest(I was just lazy to take it out). And used Steph's. Which is why now I'm silently cursing for not using my camera.

Okaaay. So the night started out quite well. Quite meaning that the salon I went to, THE HAIR SHOP didn't meet up to my expectations. I ask for emo/punk look, and they give me grannie. But thankfully I had my mom to fix it up a bit(it helped... a lot) while I rushed through my makeup. You may think, it's just a wedding dinner, why do I have to do makeup? Well, my friends are gonna be there... I wanna look good on a school night. Got problem?

Fastforward to reaching the venue. Unless you want me to elaborate more on the car ride, and for some reason YH was complaining how come the car in front had the car plate XIIIII something something blah.

Reached there, and Steph still ON THE WAY. So we walked the red carpet, YH and I, and I signed my name with a flourish, using Pilot 1.0 GEL INK PEN!!! Serious! Dang, those things cost, like RM7 or so.

Then YH's little sister said, "Diana's here!!!" Just as I settled down into my seat and was humming a song softly, wondering whether YH would ask whether I could PERFORM. When I heard the urgency of YH's sister's voice, and knew she wasn't lying. Dang, I thought she was kidding, I laughed a bit at first.

Until truth struck me in the head like a golf ball hit by Tiger Woods. Ouch. Then I acted like this gold Oscar diva. I threw my bag down on the table, but the Coke spilled, so I slapped the poor waitress across the head (she was pouring Coke for YH) and screamed. I screamed so shrilly, even the microphone picked it up, so my voice was broadcasted throughout the whole ballroom. Then the waitress glared at me, I glared back at her, and said, "You no manners ah? You is waitress, you looking at me like that. You go other where work lah!" By then the people at my table were staring at me. I couldn't take it and took the Coke jug from the waitress and splashed Coke in them. Then someone's cellphone rang, and I realized it was mine. Somehow it fell into the jug. So I had to fish it out awkwardly. Then it struck me I couldn't answer it, the keys were too sticky for my DELICATELY MANICURED fingers. So I threw the cellphone at the waitress, a la, Naomi Campbell.

Then, YOU KNOW WHAT?

I was just kidding. Nothing in that paragraph above happened. There's not so much drama in my life, after all.

What happened was I screamed SILENTLY in my head, then I picked up a glass of Coke and DRANK it. Then I got up WITH my bag and walked out to see if it were true. Truthfully, I wasn't SOOOO happy to see her. Just plain shocked. So there she was, pulling her tube dress and I was screaming my head off at her for her indecent display of indecency. Example, "Diannnaaaaaaa..... Your dress is falling!! PULL it up!!!!!" I mean, heck, the bride doesn't want to be UPSTAGED. It didn't look decent, seriously. The material was part Lycra, which made her seem as if she was looking IN her dress. So... URGH.

Steph walked the red carpet, but people didn't get a chance to see her strut, as we pulled her off and told her the news and hugged her.

Then dinner came. And WHOAH. People have this misconception that if you sit with a table of older people, mostly senior-ish already, and you're young.... The food would go slow. But heck, learn from my personal experience, it ISN'T true!!! They eat more than teens and faster too! Here's an example. I was only on my SECOND scoop of soup, and the lady next to me was already slanting bowl for the last scoop! Scary!!

Elvis impersonators were on stage... but no one can be THE Elvis. Jeez, they were sort of pot-bellied. And Elvis' hair is ORIGINAL, they couldn't copy that do. But they performed nicely, though not as good as the real Elvis, and it was up to expectations.

Yeah, that was pretty much it. Except for the last part where people were leaving and we went up on stage to pose for pictures!! Muahaha! What a night!

Anti-Love

2007-05-20T11:32:00.000+08:00

Being anti-love rocks.
It numbs your heart, so you don't feel anything.
You don't feel pain, nothing will hurt you anymore.
Just when I thought I was going to open up, something happens, losing my trust, my faith.
And it thrusts my heart deeper, deeper than where I was before.

Unfairness. Biased.

2007-05-07T22:18:00.000+08:00

Oh jeez. Yeah. I didn't get in for the LME. It sucks, doesn't it? Not my singing and playing the piano. The part where I didn't get in.

Talking to the music teacher. Today.
Me: (trying to be subtle) So, was my song inappropriate?
Her: No, you had too few people.

It's gramatically incorrect. Duh. But crap, TOO FEW? What the heck? I'm doing an acoustic cover of the song Lithium. Sheesh. Amy Lee sang Going Under with just a guitar with Ben Moody playing and she's still there...

And I have a piano and guitar to do an acoustic. Nothing wrong with that, right? But, oh NoooooOOo. TOo FEW people.

Oh yeah, congrats to Morgan, too. On getting in, what I heard, 3 slots of the LME. I think the teacher was biased. Said Dee. So, gee, if Morgan audi-ed in the inT school, he wouldn't get in for all 3? Just probably one, or none at all?

Go ahead and crush me. See if I care.

Wait. I DO. Still, what's the problem of having too few? You'll be hearing my vocals, not like, a full band.

They All Come Crashing Down ... Midflight

2007-04-22T15:07:00.000+08:00

Just as things start to look up, after overcoming all those obstacles... they fall apart again.
It just doesn't make sense, though it IS supposed to.
After all, where did the saying, "Too good to be true" come from? My situation is too good to be true. I'm losing people, yet they keep offering replacements. Isn't it too good to be true? I mean, come ON, what is the catch?

Heads up. Band auditions for Lodge Musical Evening (International students) are on Wednesday, 25th April 2007. Oh, dear gawd.

Of Randomness and Boredom

2007-03-23T22:36:00.000+08:00

School exam coming up. Seriously, I don't think that they're testing our abilities as they like to phrase it.
More like get your lazy bum up and study til you're blue in the face.
Oh yeah, and there's this english ORAL test that's coming up on Monday too. The topic.....da da da dum!

The Three Interesting/Weird/Unknown/Boring, etc. i-couldn't-care-less things about yourself.

HOW can that be an oral test? More like, I'm getting to know yeeeew and yeeeew better tell me or I'm gonna fail yeeeeew. *in a sing-song voice.

Thing is, I don't have three interesting slash slash slash etc. things about myself. Like, gee, I like to draw, who needs to know about that? I like to sing, and who wants to know that? And uh, I'm a geek, didn't you know?

Oh, and how is that supposed to be memorable? I can't go, hey, I play the piano, and go to the music room and drag the whole keyboard up with me, can I?

Oh yeah, get this. The English Paper One consists of literature, comprehension and writing. Here's the absolute best part I think you national students should know. I have only One Hour. One pitiful, measly to compose an essay, to THINK and to write endlessly long answers for literature. People who know me know that I take one hour to write an essay(I think). This is just so bloody unreasonable.

Avril Rox 8 Different Languages

2007-03-16T12:24:00.000+08:00

Avril Rox 8 Different Languages

Yeah, Avril Rox 8 Different Languages.

Take a listen n a look. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CGw4fgPV-fs (Japanese Version)

I couldn't copy the embed vid, so you'll have to settle for the URLs only.

I don't get it though, she could fit "HEY, HEY ATASHI" (that's 3 syllables for atashi; meaning YOU in Japanese) yet she didn't fit, "HEY, HEY, NI, NI" (mandarin for YOU) in the Mandarin version.

Whereas in the FRENCH version, she could've just done, "HEY, HEY, VOUS, VOUS" but she didn't. Bottom line is, how come she didn't just do what she did in the Spanish version? "HEY, HEY, TU, TU"

Actually her Mandarin version is quite okay. You can't exactly cheer with accents. Only some parts in the cheer her 'nu peng you' sounds pinched. Otherwise, it's really good for an Eurasian speaking Mandarin.

My modified version: (just the YOU)

HEY, HEY, NI, NI

WO BU SHI HUAN NI NU PENG YOU

NO WAY NO WAY

NI SHI YAO EE GE SHIN DE...

Okay, people, she really tried okay? You can tell from the part above. She's trying to get the accent.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=t6cqPI8n0fs (Chinese Version)

-Ryo

Make Benefit Glorious Readers of Maximum Ride

2007-03-14T13:53:00.000+08:00

Make Benefit Glorious Readers of Maximum Ride

For those Max Ride fans who are itching for the 3rd book to come out Maximum Ride - Saving the World and Other Extreme Sports and are on the verge of a suicidal attempt due to impatience, these book pages are for your benefit.

I know these pages have been out a long time already, but, there are some people out there who are UNAWARE that stuff like that have been distributed.

There you go, you Maximum Ride fans.

Maximum

2007-03-13T16:46:00.000+08:00

Okay, I was looking thru some sites, and I found these pictures that made my insides laugh. (I didn't laugh out loud, there were people) Still, they're funny.

Oh yeah, these are mainly intended for those Max fans.

The one wanting to fly off the cliff is Jeb. "LOOKIE! LOOKIE!! I'M A BIRDIE!!!!!!"

And Max, the one in green tries to prevent the fool from killing himself, "NOOOOOO!!!! JEB! WHAT THE DUCK ARE YOU DOING?!!!!!"

Then Fang goes, "LET THE RETARD BE... BESIDES, I WANNA WATCH."

Hilarious, isn't it?

FYI, Faxness is something like Brangelina.

Fang-ang=F

Max-ax=ax

Therefore resulting to FAXNESS. (Don't ask me about the 'ness'.)

That's it for now.

Dark Confusion

2007-03-13T15:15:00.000+08:00

Dark Confusion

You know what? I had a meaningful thought while reading a while ago. But I forgot what my thought was. It's really deep and all. It's like a dream, so vivid. But when you wake, it's nothing but a thought that lingers in your mid subconsciously, wating for something to trigger it so you can remember it. A word, a noise.... your trigger, your key to your then lost dream.

I'm still stuck, thinking of so many things. Like how come everytime I suggest an outing, it never seems to go to plan... Like carefree attitudes getting in the way. (Life is short, but you make it meaningful.) Thing is, how can you expect something to work out if you don't know who'll turn up and all sorts?

And yeah, the talent show in May. I really need a band. But I haven't even decided what to sing. Haven't even let my friends hear my singing yet, let them judge the voice, before even getting on stage. So far, yeah, I've got some suggestions from people, like GIRLFRIEND ~Avril L. but I'm thinking it's more off a cheer-dance thing. Whereas I've got some songs by Evanescence that I'd love to sing, but I haven't heard their opinions on my voice. Like, Imaginary, Whisper, Lithium, Snow White Queen, or Avril's Keep Holding On. So many, I can't decide.

I'm really open to suggestions. Leave a comment.

Maximum Holiday

2007-03-10T20:59:00.000+08:00

Maximum Holiday

The holidays are here (just one week, though) and I'm gonna try to make the best of it. So far, today has already been pretty good. I got back my long lost style. I managed to put on a skirt. Yeah, repeat, a skirt. Short. But gawd knows I won't last half a day with a skirt that is short, coz well yeah, it kinda gets shorter when you sit. So I had leggings, tights, whatever you wanna call it... and I lasted.

I felt so stylish.... No, not coz of the skirt, but coz it's one of the now-rare times that I dress up for something other than dinners or special occasions. Yeah, I went to piano in it. Flaunted my style, got a problem with that? I'd post a picture of the outfit here, but you don't deserve to see it.

I went to Popular Bookstore an hour or two ago, and guess what, I bought BoOkS. Seriously, I was expecting to see MAXIMUM RIDE- SCHOOL'S OUT FOREVER on the shelves, but I saw only disappointment. So, what, if I just finished it today? (yeah, it was AWESOME. I wish I were her.) I just want a copy of it myself, too. Nothing wrong with that, right?

About the 'I wish I were her' part, dude, people... If the first word that crosses your mind resembles the definition of 'weird', stop thinking. Stop thinking and rip that word out of your mind and get a lighter to burn it to nothing. James Patterson writes BRILLIANTLY, okay? If you've never felt like that before, you don't know what a good book is. The Da Vinci Code doesn't count. The characters weren't a main point. The SUBJECT, topic, message of the book is.

Anywaaaaaay.
About the holidays.
Obviously I can't post much about it, coz I haven't lived through it yet. I HAVE to. I guess another trip down to a bookstore wouldn't hurt... I need books to keep me breathin', livin', this holiday. If you know any good books, please DO recommend.

Oh yeah, there's this Talent Show thingy happening on the 26th May 2007, Saturday, and I was thinking of entering. So yeah, I need a band.

Pain in the ---

2007-03-03T17:59:00.000+08:00

Having a 'friend' that is a total bit-- is extremely annoying.
She bit-- (verb) about you, then pretends to be your friend again.
Then she turns all mad at you, and expects you to beg to her all over again.
Then she makes fun of you, she says you're flirting, but you're not.
Then she goes and says that she's so hot.
But she doesn't have a boyfriend, so why say I suck at flirting when I'm NOT? And what about her?

Girlfriend

2007-02-17T18:46:00.000+08:00

CLICK HERE TO LAUNCH AVRIL'S GIRLFRIEND ECARD

They said if I posted this up, they would randomly pick a winner. So here I am, posting, trying my luck.
Here's one more.

CLICK HERE TO LAUNCH AVRIL'S GIRLFRIEND ECARD

And another.

CLICK HERE TO LAUNCH AVRIL'S GIRLFRIEND ECARD

Laugh

2007-02-10T18:49:00.000+08:00

Go on. Take a long laugh when I tell you this. I don't care. I don't mind.

When I went to the national school yesterday (Friday), I was taken aback by the massive size of the school foyer. I mean, what hit me when I went in was, "Damn. This place is HUGE." But for those of you in the national, you won't appreciate that. You won't appreciate the airiness that you have, those open corridors unless it's taken away from you. Once that is given back, you'll aprreciate it, be impressed by what it is.

And that was how I felt.

My English teacher said something about the Commonwealth Essay about two weeks ago, I think, and I haven't started on my essay for my age group yet. The essay I did in class was a different agae group. But it was a good essay. He said, "Oh, crap." when I told him it wasn't my age group. Heh. You don't get teachers like that anymore. If you listen to mix FM during the mornings or noons, you hear this male voice along with two other females. The male voice sounds a LOT like my teacher. Sometimes I wonder if he actually broadcasted from here instead of KL. Maybe he takes AirAsia flights or have this private jet. Or he PRE-RECORDED it.

Okay, enough about that.

I love javelins. I can make them fly and stick in the ground. Also can be used as a spear, or a tool to murder someone you dislike.

Disclaimer: www.ryonna.blogspot.com nor its author or owner of this blog encourages that behaviour. That sentence was only meant as a joke.

I mean, P.E lesson that day was good. No one falling down. Except some people being hit in the head with the javelin. I don't mean the javelin speared their heads, you sadistic people. I meant that when they threw it, the tail of the javelin hit their heads, okay?

Okay. Now I gotta go see if Cho Tzen will take what I said as an insult. Good bye.

Oh yeah. P.S. Ijaz looked like he saw a ghost when he saw me. He was like, "WHOA!" and pointed. And I did that too. Haha.

And.... Kevin I despise you. You're TALLER. Roar. I will have my vengeance unleashed upon those fools who dare be taller. Muahahaha! Muahahaha ahem ahem *choke CHOKE... "Helllssspp.... meeessss"

Suffering :a poem

2007-02-07T21:41:00.000+08:00

So I was bored.

I'm suffering this pain
This pain in me inflicted
By a dear one
Who I used to play with in the rain

I'm suffering this pain
This pain in me tormenting
Stripping off my sanity
Coz I'm serving you like this deity

I'm suffering this pain
This pain in me,
This pain in me
Burning,
Oh stop it
I can't take this anymore
If you don't like me
Forget me then
It help ease my pain

If you don't want to hang out
Just go away,
Don't mock me with your pout
Get out,
Just get out.

Une, deux... Deux!

2007-02-07T21:30:00.000+08:00

I don't know what to do anymore. Sometimes we just put on this brave front, be confident and go on being that carefree person we want to be. But how long can it last?
Ships are hard to build, but they're so easy to fall. Like Titanic.
So how am I supposed to even live properly if you can't even try building something with me? Why do you put the blame on me? Obviously, you'd be INSANE to be building one whole mighty ship like the Titanic by yourself. It takes two to tango, right? Why can't you freaking trust for once? WHy do you view me so negatively? The world doesn't revolve around you, princess, wake up! It's some little thing, yet you shoo me off to the Executioner.
I can't take it. I CAN'T take you being so spoilt, so not understanding.
Was I wrong to SERVE you in the first place?
I never served. Never before. So why do I feel the need to be like Paris Hilton's chihuahua tagging along wherever you go, listening to you, having to please you so my head still stays on my neck?
Friendship works both ways, with compromise.

Falling so Hard

2007-02-03T20:25:00.000+08:00

I'm falling so hard, falling so fast. I can see this isn't gonna last? So why waste time pretending we're together, when inside we know we hate each other.

Urgh. That's the word I've constantly been saying the past one week. Urgh coz I couldn't jump a height SO LOW during high jump (usually I jump much higher.) Urgh coz I couldn't run fast anymore (due to being so much of a couch potato during the holz). Urgh coz THAT made me FALL splat in the middle of the mattresses on the floor. Darn it. Darn those leg muscles that make you feel pain.

See... I was like, Hey, I can take that height. I've jumped much higher.
Then I ran.
Running closer.
Oh sh- my legs freaking hurt.
Splat.
Oh darn, the pain.
Darn, that was a string of RUBBER BANDS for the bar?
And I thought it was rattan. Oh, silly me.

I am awaiting Monday, where the cycle of torture will begin again soon enough for me. Tuesday feeling pain, right through Friday. It felt OKAY already on Friday. But I had to run and accidentally stretch too much. Urrrrrrgggggghhhhh.

So I went to this church youth thingy on Friday night. And oh, yeah. Surprise. It's all in Mandarin. Yes I understand that language. But why give us English materials for bible study when you're talking in Mandarin, oh dear youth leader?
It was my first time there, on Friday night.
Jon was there. Wearing pink.
What made him look gay when sitting next to Steph was that he was wearing pink (yeah, I said that.) Using a small, blue pen. (He didn't bring one) And the fact he was surrounded by girls.

Oh yeah, one more thing. You know my English hardly ever gets corrected by my peers. Only occasionally by teachers. Yeah, anyway, I made this mistake while talking.
She did did it.
Stupid, right? Unbelievable.

Being Emo

2007-01-27T12:39:00.000+08:00

Emo. Emotional. emotions.
Why do people put emo people into one category, say emo music. You say emo music. I say, all music is emotional. Stop and think. What do you pen in a song. Lyrics. What kind of lyrics? What happens all around you, how you feel about that. Is that emotional? Isn't all music emotional? You put the words on paper, strum each heartfelt chord, push each key, experiencing the satisfaction, like, Hey, yeah. I just did it. I just wrote and played my own song. I freakin expressed my emotions, myself.
So why do you bother putting emo music into one category, when you know all music is emo?
Why do you stereotype people, like punks and goths into what you call an EMO category. It shows they can express their feelings better than you. They REFUSE, they rebel against being like you, suffering from superficiality. So shallow, talking about superficial things that will take over your life. You KNOW those things don't matter, yet you talk about them.
Why do you perceive what you call emo people as people who dress in black all the time? Why do you associate 'emo' people with druggies or people who cut? 'Emos' don't do that, stop drowning yourself in your superficial perception. Like I said, 'emos' can express themselves well, without needing ecstacy pills or bloodspill.
Wy do you want to stereotype people? When obviously you've cried, you've acted, you've been angry, jealous? Weren't YOU 'emo'?

Lost in Myself

2007-01-26T19:11:00.000+08:00

Is it possible to lose yourself, lose yourself when you get to a new place, lose your old characters? If so, how to NOT lose yourself? I don't wanna change completely. Already I'm beginning to change. I make friends easier. Not many thoughts. Just *clap, "Hey, I'm this this that, and you are?"
I don't mind that. But I can't lose myself. It feels SO DAMN GOOD to just be opening up an IM window and just be talking to my friends. Mostly just the three of them, actually. The Miss Toilets. Muahaha. Makes me feel a sense of being "at home". I mean, gee... I've been with the same class, shared ups and downs and stuff with them, and suddenly I'm hit by tidal waves. Whoo, I'm in a new class, new school, new people!!
I don't want to change. I don't want to forget you people. You are the best. Dissed me, praised me, whatever. Got praised by me, dissed by me. Ahaha.
So TELL me if I changed.
I'm looking forward to your visit. Really, really looking forward. REALLY. I need your life support. In this new place I still can hardly call a "homely school". Yet. Argh. CANNOT believe how I got here. CANNOT, repeat. Cannot.
I'm blathering again.
What I'm saying is, I can't imagine life w/o you three there. It's totally crazy. Even though I have friends, yeah, can't TOTALLY confide in them and all. Can't do the stuff we normally do. Scream, stuff like that. However, my thespian blood is still in me, so you can imagine my melodramatic voice, going, "HOW can you DO this to ME?" and "do YOU KNOW who I am?"
Looking forward. Don't disappoint.

Miss Internacionale Misses YA!!

2007-01-19T19:45:00.000+08:00

Hey all of you nationals out there. Miss me? So far haven't been blogging due to Internet problems. China had earthquake, apparently I'm affected, too.

If you people are wondering, how am I holding up at the new school, or if some of you HAVEN'T, but I'm still going to attempt to shove it in your face. It's actually good. Though the assemblies are different because the amps are tiny. The hall is tiny. The sandpit has no proper runway, just grass. So far, few people fell down today. Namely Aaron T. Muahaha! To bruise his ego.

People here are okay, too many boys in our class. Mostly Korean girls. There's a kid in our class who I think is genius. He's ten and he's in Year 9. I've also met my competition. She draws, she sings. Her English is pretty good. So yeah. And on the first day, I had Kristine as a buddy. Who still is now. Really fun.

Well, anyway, I took this quiz for the Civics lesson today, and behold:
I am an EXTROVERT!!!
Well, ain't that funny?

Other funny thing is that a few people think I'm half ang-moh or something.

That's all for now. I'm thinking this post sounds bland. But like I said, I haven't been blogging in a while. I think I lost all my humour.