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Sunday, 27thFebruary, 2005
[growl]
[edit#3]
I suddenly remembered our GP assignment which is currently non-existent!
Artists by Movement:
Dada
Europe, 1916-1924
Dada was a protest by a group of European artists against World War I, bourgeois society, and the conservativism of traditional thought. Its followers used non sequiturs and absurdities to create artworks and performances which defied intellectual analysis. They also included "found" objects in sculptures and installations.
The founders included the French artist Jean Arp and the writers Tristan Tzara and Hugo Ball. Francis Picabia and Marcel Duchamp were also key contributors.
The Dada movement evolved into Surrealism in the 1920's.
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[edit#2]
I do have too many papers/sentimental trash; I just have not enough shelves.
I also realised that 7.5 out of 10 of _any_ piece of paper that has words on it was used for math. Reason enough to feel completely hopeless and walking down that road? Maybe.
I feel like killing my neighbour, who has been blasting mandopop since like nine o'clock. I have nothing against mandopop, but that moron KEEPS ON REPLAYING S.H.E's Bo Si Mao, or Persian Cat in direct translation - a song that makes no sense whatsoever.
Quek says I'm too suicidal/murderous. Maybe I should call the cops instead.
Or, I could just drown out his/her songs with my own. Tit for tat, I have no time for chit chat.
As for the math, no can do.
I suddenly feel like painting my room fire-engine red!
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Just finished clearing off spam comments -NO I DONT WANT TO PLAY ONLINE POKER!!- and accidentally deleted real comments! Rawwrr! And read through a few of my previous posts - I have no idea what I was talking about! I think I'm very irrelevant sometimes.
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Just got so rudely awakened by my sister's handphone, which kept going off at like 10minute intervals. Got fed up and climb off bed and wanted to pick up the phone and yell at the bugger but it was just the SNOOZE! So I didn't even get the satisfaction of yelling at anyone. GROWL!
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Shin ( / http://shin.dark-bliss.net )
woah, resident crank surfacing? (: hmm. i hate bo si mao. it kinda sticks in your head, and it's not even nice to begin with, HAH. anyway. i knew cos i was from vjc first 3 months 2004. i was one of those energizer bunnies la! but once school work started *shudders*
2005/02/27 @ 23:36
sally ( / )
ure pms-ing my dear...
2005/02/28 @ 14:27
she painted the picture at 08:00
Thursday, 24thFebruary, 2005
[negative]
Black Hawk Down is too good to be true. As in, the characters in it are. Everyone was so horribly moralistic that somehow it seems so unreal. And it didn't help that the official sponsor for the Sunday Blockbuster Movie is Carlsberg, so at every twetny minute interval, just as you start to overcome that little nagging irritation at how the movie was scripted and feel slightly upset, the screen suddenly cuts to CELEBRATE GOOD TIMES COME ON! and happy faces floods your tv but you know their happiness is borne of money and that little irritation grows bigger and nags more.
The back of your hand is a very good place for keeping notes; I write down what I need to bring to school each day in case I forget.
Am at the brink of making some decisions but I haven't reached an underpass/overhead bridge/traffic light yet and I don't like jaywalking so I just have to wait a little and see how it goes.
I remembered what it was that caused my initial dislike for short stories. There is not enough time to fall in love with the characters, not enough time to really care about what happens to them. Something has changed these past few weeks during which I've been slowly filling myself up with loads of people and their stories. I'm not quite sure what, but it has got to do with something about the moment, something to do with the way every story is about someone else, and you. Does that make any sense? Sometimes I get very frustrated with myself because I can't get others to feel how I do and end up saying things that I don't mean to say.
Living in Singapore is like constantly having to swim in air. These days, it's soggy air. Wet thick air that clogs up our pores and makes us feel iffy. I wish I'd hurt my toe, so I could wear slippers to school. My feet feel so unhappily suffocated everyday they're crying all the time but I can't let them out - the school is still too full of nonsensical bulldogs in yellow adidas shirts. I could sprain my foot, but I have enough wonky bones in my legs to last me approximately 3 and a half lifetimes so that wouldn't be too good an idea.
Did you know Carha means "a pillar stone"? Isn't that a pretty name for a little girl? If I have a little girl, I might name her Carha, but I wouldn't let anyone else know what it means - people are so clever and mean nowadays, they don't even need to think about whether or not it's right to laugh at one's name. I like the name Caralyn too. It sounds light and fairish. But then again I don't want daughters, so I shouldn't be thinking about girl names.
The other day our econs tuition teacher -I just realised I still don't know his name!- was telling us about ancient forms of money, and how Romans used to use salt as money. Naturally, we started wondering if that meant people only needed to go to the seashore to make a quick buck.
[TQ] I know! Rome is surrounded by land, therefore salt is very very precious! The Romans must be don't have seawater!*
[Quek] The Romans must be never use salt to cook. **
* TQ only took human geography in secondary school and doesn't read the papers, so her knowledge of the world map consists of only the vague idea of where each continent lies, so please forgive her if this statement is untrue and Rome is surrounded with seawater, because she truely thought her explanation was a stroke of genius.
** Yes they were fully aware of their outrageously broken english, but when one has a three hour econs tuition in the middle of a hot and humid saturday afternoon, a little allowance on intentional usage of bad language should be given, no?
[Fang] Watch Desperate Housewives later and tell me the plot!
[TQ] Why aren't you watching it?
[Fang] I am trying to turn over a new leaf! Must start doing all my work.
[TQ] May there be no caterpillars!
[Fang] May caterpillars turn into butterflies.
[TQ] And butterflies into monsters*
[Fang] Nooooo!! Monsters..!!!
*Refers to a Candy butterfly-monster incident; don't crack your head over it.
See how coursework and school is all wearing us down? And February is barely over! Isn't it strange how coursework is making me dislike art lessons? When you truely and completely love something, shouldn't the obstacles you face only serve to make you want to overcome it so you would love it more?
-During tuition today-
[TQ] I lost my pen cap.
[Quek] Maybe you should try calling its name.
[TQ] Penny! Penny come out, don't be shy!
[Quek] -starts laughing, and said she'll tell me something that happened during PE today, later-
-Later-
[TQ] So?
[Quek] You know the white gates at the back of the hall? Today I saw JY and Lucas sitting there, and they were shouting "Pennies!* Pennies!" very loudly to the second level! And I was wondering who they were talking to, so I asked JY. Then he said -I don't remember what Quek said he said- and then Lucas said "He's trying to look for what he doesn't have". Haha!
*Spelling slightly altered due to censorship laws.
Speaking of censorship laws, lemme give you a tip. When cutting, always go down the road and not across the sidewalk. Savvy?
she painted the picture at 23:49
Tuesday, 22ndFebruary, 2005
[My Brother's Composition]
Language, grammer, spelling and punctuation as like original.
Jane was a very poor girl that had lost her mother when she was very young. Her mother died in a car accident. Her father did not want to make her heart shattered into a thousand fragment after hearing the news so, he got married with another woman. Jane's stepmother had two daughters older than Jane a few months.
After a few years, Jane's stepmother became very cruel and made Jane do all the houseworks. Jane's father wanted to stop the stepmother but he was afraid of her. One day, Jane was taking some water from the well when one of her stepsister said "Bring me one cup of coffee, Jane!" Jane did not want to have a quarrle with here stepsister.
So after she gave her stepsister the cup of coffee, she went to her room to have a nap. She fell asleep the moment her head touched the pillow. When she woke up, she saw a fairy in front of her. "I am your fairy godmother I would grante you any wish. Jane thought for a few seconds and she said "I want my mother to be alive again!" A few seconds later, the door bell rang. Jane went to the door and opened it. She saw her mother standing in front of her. "My wish had came true!" Jane exclaimed. She dragged her father to the door. Her father was so surprised and he asked Jane "But how did you get your mother here?" "There was a fairy and she said she is my fairy godmother. I told her that I would like to have my mother back and she granted my wish!" Jane exclaimed. Jane's father went to find Jane's stepmother. He said "I would like to have a divorce." Jane's stepmother was so angry the she blew her top and packed her laugge and got out of the house with her two daugters.
When the stepmother was gone, Jane lived with her parents happily ever after.
Hahaha my brother is so cute la. His teacher wasn't amused though, she only gave him 6/12 for content.
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cheryl ( / )
sounds like something u might write when you're his age. haha..
2005/02/22 @ 21:56
pricks ( / )
cute story. so child-like. good. kids nowadays are growing up too fast. i'll give him 10/10 for that! :)
2005/02/23 @ 22:11
she painted the picture at 21:13
Sunday, 20thFebruary, 2005
[Eat Men Like Air]
My tablet pen is missing.
I feel like screaming and eating up every singly potential fugtard who'd caused its misplacement.
It was always beside the scanner, among the heap of wires from the laptop. I wonder Who is the one who's constantly messing with those wires.
Don't worry, the tempers flare and subside like how the tide ebbs (sp?) and the moon wanes after she waxes and is no longer hairy. See, I'm making an attempt to draw a weak pun so I must be feeling better already. Tablet pens don't sprout legs and run away. Its got to be in the house. If not, all I have to do is buy another one. No big deal. At all.
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Lisa ( lisa@elfet.com / )
yes, WP would probably work better for what you want :) You actually inspired me to put archives on elfet. i haven't quite figured out the previous/next post navigation links, but I think I'm getting there. I'll get back to you on that. Get back to me when/if you put wp up!
2005/02/21 @ 06:00
she painted the picture at 21:43
Saturday, 19thFebruary, 2005
[And So It Goes]
People piss me off. And I get pissed off for getting pissed of because a) its not worth it and b) being pissed off makes me pissed. I hate how the people whom my birth certificate tells me are my family take turns to get all PMSed up and scratch at each other. I hate how the weather is So humid that even when it rains it doesn't feel cool. In fact, its worse when it rains because then the water vapour in the air gets more saturated cause they can't evaporate and thus the weather = more humind.
On the other hand, I've taken a liking to short stories, thanks to Quek and The Flying Lip (: I've always had an aversion to them because I thought eight pages isn't enough to squeeze in orientation | character | setting | plot | complication | climax | resolution and make it good. But thanks to Kate Mosse and Eskimo Kissing, I've also realised that 400odd pages of all that doesn't make a story good either. I can talk about how I hate reading bad books but this paragraph is all about liking and so I'm not going to go there and wrap up my point about liking short stories. Actually there's not much point to this entry to I think I'll end about now.
Oh wait. I liked the sky today too - it was blurry and bluey and yellowy; until I found at that it was caused by a huge bush fire around Tampines. And then I felt bone-evil because the knowledge only served to make me like it more - the sky that is. Hey hey, I don't know how to end this entry so I'll say hey hey and that reminds me of Candy because she's always going hey hey in a cutely nonsensical way. Haha! I like having happy friends (:
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Lisa ( lisa@elfet.com / )
Sorry for taking so long to reply!!! School has been killig me. Lovely layout, by the way :)
I actually don't use b2 anymore... wordpress just seemed easier. I have absolutely no idea how to make the archives layout look the same!! I've spent many hours trying to fix that - but somehow, I never understood it :( For the previous/next post links, try this:
and
Hopefully that will work!! If not, feel free to email me or comment again.
2005/02/20 @ 12:49
Lisa ( lisa@elfet.com / )
Whoops, the php codes didn't work. Here they are, without that < and > at the ends (put them right by the ?):
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?php previous_posts_link() ?
2005/02/20 @ 12:50
she painted the picture at 23:07
Friday, 11thFebruary, 2005
[it's the only way we know how to rock]
[Hwee] You know Joyce?
[Fang] Boy or girl?
Cross country today and official duty was intensely boring. And I'm once again amazed at the 'energy level' of our school - 3.2/4.8 km later and still doing mass dances? Amazing! Oh! And there was this guy whom I think is a senior who was clad in green cargoes and a 3/4 green top with a tweety in front! So strange! I thought it was a girl at first too, 'cause he had his hair in a ponytail but you wouldn't laugh once you see him dance. I've never seen our mass dances in breakdance form before! Really amazing.
Then flew around Parkway with Fang and Hwee and did alot of nonsense. Oh did you know that there is a new haircare product made from natural milk? They smell really yum! Oh and if you ever want to try out haircare products that promises to "make your frizzy/wavy/unruly hair straight and silky", don't! According to Fang they all don't work and are scammers so you should just enjoy your wavy hair in all its glorious splendour. Afterall, when you feel like you're having a Bad Hair Day you can stand outside a salon and laugh at all the suckers who pay good money to turn their silky straight tresses into hair like yours. Haha! Speaking of salons, a particular Junior College principal seems to have made a pal out of the boss of a leading beauty parlour. HMM I wonder WHO COuLD THEY BE?
Such manipulative measures reminds me of a startling revelation I made today. I realised that as much as I love people -or at least I used to think I did-, I hate them with every fibre of my seventeen year old soul. Which isn't such a strange thing if you think about all the things you love _and_ hate. Like how you love Famous Amos but hate it because you're only forking out a riduculously large sum of money to make yourself fat. Or how much you like reading but hate being tricked into reading a "bad" book - though of course we know there's no such thing as a bad book; it all depends on what sort you are. Or... damn I got confused with my thoughts again. Anyhow I'm sure you caught my drift ya. Turrah!
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shin ( / http://shin.dark-bliss.net )
from vj? lol.
usually during first 3 months it's like tt one wad. high enegy mass dancing -.-
2005/02/13 @ 21:18
pricks ( / )
heys! i remb that pic! :D:D:D:D haas happy belated new yr. nopes its still the new yr. anwhoos...happy almost to be valentines day! :D
2005/02/13 @ 22:34
sally ( / )
oh no.. u drew diz ugly wedding piece of... opps. hahhaah. okie. larhh. the pic is decent enuf :P happy valentine's day in advance!
2005/02/13 @ 23:27
she painted the picture at 21:42
Thursday, 10thFebruary, 2005
[I Do I Do]
Nope, its not the $68 "Say I do...I do, I do, I do, I do, I do" Mamma Mia! splashy flashy Esplanade affair, but another $6.50/$7.50/$8.50 depends-on-which-day-you-go Jteam Productions, or what is more commonly known as a Jack Neo film. Haha yes we -my family- watched yet another Jack Neo film together. Its like a new year routine we go through, but it can't be helped, for when you have a family consisting of a lets-watch-action-movies Father, I-dislike-watching-movies Housewife Mum, I'm-dating-so-I've-watched/am-going-to-watch-everything Sister, uh-sui-bian brother, a Jack Neo film is the only thing a Typical Chinese-schooled Singaporean Family can watch together. And yes the theatre was filled with your everyday Heartlanders, from wet market aunties to bratty toddlers. The film was your average substandard Made In Singapore comedy, but what I really liked was how, as mentioned earlier, it had the power to reach out and connect to the said Heartlanders. Especially when you hear the grannies laugh. Its nice.
Chinese New Year is over, for me anyways, 'cause my family don't usually visit other people in the span of the fifteen CNY days. This year's was abit better than the last, because we gambled. Gambling -at my paternal side- is like a three-generation-affair where we all really just cramp together on the floor and 'bond' and when no one brought out the cards last year what resulted was a Terribly Boring new year. So this year we -my sister and I- opened shop and had fun! Though the circle is now considerably smaller than those of the prevoius years - I don't know why though. Trying to project a healthy image -as in the Parents-? There was also the ceremonial pinching, being 'gushed' over, the preprogrammed responses "18", "VJC", "Year 2", "Yes", "Fine, you?" and finding out I've missed a red packet -two, this year- while my brother got an extra. Oh, and lots and lots of eating and turning fat on pineapple tarts and mini shrimp rolls and bah kwa. And of course there is alot more I want to say but my sister needs to use the computer to do her 'assignment', but we all know better. But its hers so I have to shut up and get lost, even though its in my room. Ah, to be the middle child is woe indeed.
---a shower and some wandering about later---
I've got the computer back! Only now I'm using the very ancient house computer and my sister moved downstairs because she "doesn't like to sit so close to people". Uh, okay.
Anyway I've already forgotten the point I was going to make, so I just came back to tell you to go patronise my favouritest stall in all of Ang Mo Kio -which was very sadly closed for the holidays today-. If you guessed Tip Top Curry Puff you are a winner!! Yup yup the best curry puffs in all of Singapore, in the little kopitiam right next to Pizza Hut, Jubilee. I like that little comma thing that seperates the smaller condiment from the big one. Singapore is boring, but also special, because the words are the same on either sides of the comma -i.e. Singapore, Singapore-. I know we're too small to get really lost in, but its always nice to give and receive clear directions ya?
Speaking of giving and receiving, my mum was telling us in the car today about how some families have agreed not to give any ang pows to the children! What a nauseatingly vile thing to do! It is, afterall, the only thing we kids can look forward to on new year's day and I think we deserve it too, what with our gracious and patient bearing of the pinching and cooing. I will always hide red packets undereath my children's pillows, even after they become parents themselves.
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cheryl ( / )
oh mannn... how can someone do what??!! that's so evil laaa.. actually after my kids get married i'd give my GRANDCHILDREN angpows. not them la. their turn to give me. hahaha...
2005/02/10 @ 22:48
she painted the picture at 20:36
Monday, 7thFebruary, 2005
[the poster girl with no poster]
Sad things make me angry. Am only on the fifth chapter of The Lovely Bones and already cried twice. It is disgusting, the way some people live, how they trample all over other people's lifes and leave with a fart. I am so angry at Harvey now if your name is Harvey I hate you. And anyone who has already read it, _don't_ tell me what happens or I'll make you smell my feet after its been suffocated in my bally socks for 10 hours.
Borrowed Plath's unabridged journals and my goodness she writes so damn well. Its almost like, she knows that her journals are going to be published. And in almost every entry there's a different name of a boy whom she's "briefly dated". And she's so pretty! Sigh.
Claire was telling me about The Unbearable Lightness of Being today, and how the characters' stories are all sort of intertwined. Sometimes when you read books like these you might think "But things like that will never happen in real life!"; but really, they do! Its like, even things as simple as overhearing someone's conversation makes s/he part of your life, like how in the process of living, they influence someone else's too, be it consciously or not. Its abit like in Five People You Meet in Heaven, where all sorts of people he never knew he knew came up to him and then he saw how he impacted their lives, or they had his. Sigh.
I went to Chinatown today with my mama and papa and baby brother -joined by my sister later-. Only I don't call mama mama, nor papa papa, and nor is my brother a baby anymore -but in a way he always is-. Why did I risk battling the crowds just to amble aimlessly around with my beloved family? Because they are _my_ beloved family and I feel like such an unfilial daughter for never spending time with them anymore. I wonder if there is an unofficial expiry date stamped on parents the moment their child is born, and every minute they inch closer to it and fear it more than death itself. I don't know how they can bear it. I wouldn't. I would cling onto my babies and never let them go, never let them out, but thats impossible because thats just the way things are. Parents expire as their parents had, and you expire and so will your children. Its very much like those vicious cycles you keep rubbing elbows with in school. Elbows. Susie Salmon. I think I'm going to cry again. I hate thinking about expiry dates. I hate thinking about my parents not being here anymore. The mere thought of not finding them where they always are -my dad nodding off in front of the TV, my mum washing up in the kitchen- makes me want to bawl like a baby and run down to hug them and tell them how much I love them. I don't even remember when was the last time I told my parents I loved them. That also, is another irreversible effect of Growing Up. Its like after you pass that "magical" age you feel that there's no longer a need to let your parents know that you love them, when actually the only thing that prevents you from doing so is your ego. I envy people who can hug their parents everyday and tell them they love them. If I were to do so my parents would bring out the thermometers right away, because it is just not in our practice to show affection so openly. Damn the invisible standards and rules a Chinese Family has to adhere to. I'm pampered/spoiled/lucky, because I've never experienced the pain of a loved one leaving permanently. Ever. Its either you were always there, or not. I don't know what I'm going to do when it hits me. I know I'll go under. And I'm scared. I've been thinking alot about funerals lately, and what my own would be like. I wouldn't want anyone to wear black. I wouldn't want anyone to grieve I think, because after the sorrow there's only emptiness - and the effacement of the soul who's left. Because if thinking about someone who's gone hurts, you'll naturally repress every single memory of that person, even though its a happy one, because you're so overwhelmed and caught up in your own sorrow that you can only think about how these days will never be again, instead of how lucky you even were to have them. I think I know now why Hamlet was so mad at his father being so quickly forgotten - any child would be. I think Shakespere's tragedies are so much more poignant and beautiful than his comedies - As You Like It was atrocious, the cheesy happilyeverafter was just too... unsatisfactory. But I'm digressing.
Ixer was telling us a story today, about a mother and her son in a village. He didn't want to go to school, so she got very fed up and kicked him out of the house, hurling angry and slightly abusive words at him, forcing him to go to school. So he did. And that day, there was a landslide. And he died. If you're reading this, remember that I love you very much and no matter what happens -to me, or you- thats how you should remember it, and not all the nonsense I utter without thinking. Now don't go "Huh, who?", you la, its you. I love you (:
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cheryl ( / )
aiyo... who?!
2005/02/08 @ 21:10
she painted the picture at 21:55
Sunday, 6thFebruary, 2005
[that god-shaped hole]
How to Make Quick Money Tip #127
Clean your room.
Haha, I'm serious! I cleaned my room - okay, part of it - today, and I found more than 400 dollars lying around not including coins and Malaysian/Australian/Chinese currency! Yes! I am rich! Finds include a very scrunched up ang pao containing a 50 dollar note with Yusof Ishak looking very frumpy, and two _twenty dollr_ bills! Yes, as in, the note is worth twenty dollars! The kind that went out of print even before we were born! :D This makes all the hard work worthwhile, even with a nose that runs like an olympic sprinter at the mere brush with dust. I've used up enough tissue to resurrect enough tropical forests to keep ecologists happy for the next few millenniums, sigh. But anyways am going to bank in some of that money and use the rest to buy some new books! :D So kiddos, next time when your mum nags at you to clean up your room, remember that its all for your own good!
she painted the picture at 21:55
Friday, 4thFebruary, 2005
[they say true love is suicide]
okay i just finished the fureeeeeeeeeeeeeeeking long personality quiz thing and its SO STUPID LA like all the questions are so generic can and keep asking things like "People think you are ______" NONSENSE IF I KNOW I CAN BE MINDREADER ALREADY LA! how in the name of the mole on my ear should i know what they think! nonsense! and i cant believe the school forked out 50 x 800 = 40,000 bucks for such a thing!!!! listen to that blardee man who eerearerly is a lousy speaker and still want to use big words to act cheem and pretend to be so pally with khah gek and so yayapapaya la, think 15,000 US is more than 40,000 SING? man go do something about that brain of yours can! i still cant believe the school spent so much money to waste our time listening to someone who has "interviewed scholars from all over the world" and cant decipher an indian accent when the whole theatre can! the school seriously does not know where its priorities lie la. instead of air-conditioning the art room and giving us a more condusive environment to study in so we can generate good results you waste good money on such a DH? this kind of person must be not clever enough to enter vj last time la then now so bitter about it and keep trying to act big. please la wake up your idea when we laughed we were laughing AT YOU not WITH YOU la okay.
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pricks ( / )
haas same thing happened to me! the study style profiling guy was like crappy on the frist day, den we were like laughing @ him. yea. den gor scolded in the end. bah. but at least i guess our profiling was useful.
2005/02/04 @ 22:35
christine ( / )
to comment on the econs tuition. wah... you're so super lame. yeah, maths is soo secondary school.
2005/02/06 @ 17:48
Chermaine ( chermaine87@hotmail.com / )
yeah this sch is freaking screwed up. especially tan yew hwee. stupid asshole
2005/02/06 @ 23:38
she painted the picture at 22:08
Friday, 28thJanuary, 2005
[people are strange]
today was strange! i've never felt so disappointed/ angry/ stressed/ happy/ pleased/ kindly/ confused/ envious/ smart/ stupid/ intimidated/ fierce all in one day! one day when i grow old i will tell my grandchildren about what an eventful day it is, not because of its events -in fact, nothing worth recording took place-, but rather, because of the wide range of emotions felt! haha! yeah well at least im not feeling pissed anymore. not yet anyways!
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cheryl ( / )
yo!! go to this blog:- www.godwin.ralert.com/blog/
his art is DAMN zai.
2005/01/31 @ 09:07
vanessa ( / )
tze. i'm bored.
2005/02/03 @ 20:36
she painted the picture at 18:34
Thursday, 27thJanuary, 2005
[fuck you, world]
i am so incredibly frustrated i feel like stoning a furry platypus. i have accumulated so much work of myself it is so damn insane. if i had finished my logo last week like i'd vowed to i wouldn't be so deep in shit like i am now, and then i havent done the tuition econs essay, and our econs tutor gave us _another_ essay, and then there're poems for both pc and plath to analyse and then there's m4m to prepare and then there's the moronic moe excel day thing to do and why is it stupid its stupid because its just another lame excuse for our government to brainwash us into seeking higher education so EAT SHIT MOE but wait you might not be able to digest that because you are already SO FULL OF SHIT.
so i have like a personal dateline for my coursework's logo and its this saturday, the very latest being sunday. and the moe trash is due wednesday. and i'm feelin about as creative as a hippopotamus's unwashed ass and it stinks because as mistertang says "if you want to do this for your coursework you better make sure your design can win or at least is decent or you wouldnt do well for your coursework" which is totally true and that is why it is so frustrating because i certainly do not need anymore reminders about how fucked up my coursework is going to turn out considering the fact that it is already almost february and im not even 1/10th done
and i still have hamlet to finish by tomorrow and yes even though there are breaks tomorrow those are mostly going to be taken up by COURSEWORK and MOEEXCELDAY. i have half-finished hamlet, cause i very quickly scanned through the last two acts and maybe i can get away with it tomorrow.
and on top of that my parents seem to think that everytime i use the computer IM PLAYING WITH ALL THE OTHER MORONS OF CYBERSPACE, because they'll pop their head in and say in this irritating why-are-you-not-doing-your-work tone "ni wei shen me hai zai wan dian nao" and why is it that when you use the computer its work and when i use it its to PLAY cant you get it into your heads that because my subjects are ARTS SUBJECTS there's bound to be alot of RESEARCH to do and do you think its really fun to stare at all the disgustingly boring and static corporate identities of filthy rich companies and know that even though your design is already ten times better than theirs you still cant use it for your coursework because EXAM and REAL LIFE aint the same baby so EAT SHIT.
and it doesnt help that i have considerate neighbours who like to throw up in lifts/attempt to get lung cancer by smoking ten packs in said lift/throw disembodied mannequins all over the void deck/lurk in dark corners, or that the weather is either so freaking hot or so freaking cold you can't think eitherway, and there're bugs ALL OVER THE PLACE. and bugs remind me of the roach who went up sonnie's skirt and her "friends" who thought it was hee-leh-ri-ous to hide her shoes in the roach infested corner of the den so that when she finally found them there were TWO roaches nestling themselves in them and now she doesnt dare wear that pair of shoes anymore! if those it were my shoes those imbeciles took, i'll make sure i'll hunt up every single cockroach in that den and shove it down their filthy mangled throats
and all those people who think that art is "oh but what you all do, just draw only ma" please ROLL OVER AND DIE NOW. to even begin to draw, you have to first eqquip yourself with OBSERVATION SKILLS. next, if you want to do fine art -paintings/etc- you need to study the history of that particular aspect of art; if you want to do design, its the same thing, you NEED to know the history of design because you need to know what worked and what didnt dammit and performance art, yes there is such a thing and no it has nothing to do with the theatre, you need to know the whole dammit history too and you have to know the history of it all so DAMN YOU HISTORIANS if you think you're so great because you know which dead man ruled which fallen empire cause guess what? WE STUDY DEAD PEOPLE TOO. and if you want to draw a human figure, you got to first study the human anatomy, so DAMN YOU BIOLOGISTS dont think you're so great cause you know how to draw an elephant's hide cell cause WE STUDY THE WHOLE DAMN MUSCLE AND BONE STRUCTURE YOU KNOW. and if you want to start a new company, you got to come to us first, so DAMN YOU BUSINESSMEN cause without US you will be NOTHING. and we need to know cultural differences of all the different countries and the way people think because we have to cater to their needs and not step on any toes so DONT THINK YOUR SO GREAT just because you're an ECONOMIST or GEOGRAPHER or SOCIOLOGIST because WE STUDY THE WHOLE DAMN THING TOO YOU KNOW. but of course you will say that we dont study all of it, we just need to do what's related to the area that we want to work with, but then again this is MY rant so if you have anything to say RANT SOMEWHERE ELSE.
okay i know by tomorrow when i wake up i'll forget all of this nonsense and regret all the terrible things i've said and the countless enemies i've made of biologists and historians and economists and all the shit and MOE down my back for insulting their wonderful age-old plans for us but for now its a plague on all of your houses and may the fleas raid your hairy armpits and chew on whatever's there if you even attempt to disagree with what i've said.
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quek ( / )
*hugzzzzz* ok dearie, your ranting can been really funny coz you really say the strangest stuff. But dun feel too bad for too long! take everything one at a time. *hugzzzzz*
2005/01/28 @ 21:46
sally ( / )
hahahaha. ure lyk regurgitating all ur words out larhh. so cute. so lil full stops. once i start reading i hafta finish the whole paragraph juz coz the sentence is sooo damn longg :)
2005/01/29 @ 23:59
she painted the picture at 23:27
Monday, 24thJanuary, 2005
[pretty eyed boys girls die to trust]
I think I'll make it a half-habbit to start taking 76 and walking the rest home! I think walking is a very good way of spending some time with yourself and thinking about everything thats worth thinking about and everything else thats not. I find myself thinking about things that could have been, and should not have been way too much, even though another me is yelling at me to get over it! Whats done cannot be undone! Ohmygoodness I just quoted Macbeth unconciously. Haha. But yea, its really sad to think too much about how things could have been better. And sometimes, okay most times, I speak without thinking - I just shoot off whatever I'm feeling towards the situation at that point of time, which is usually not very appropriate or senseful. Is there such a word as senseful? If not, what do people say when they want to mean the opposite of senseless? Anyways sometimes I think I think too much, and that may be way my brain never gets enough rest.
New point so new paragraph. What I mean about rest is not just physically sleeping though. I can sleep instantaneously - like just close my eyes and I'm gone, that sort of thing. But I dream like 9 out of 10 times I sleep, irregardless of the amount of time I spend sleeping. And its really irritating, 'cause everytime one dream ends, I'll wake up. So like I wake up almost every night at four, and then go back to sleep for another hour plus during which I have yet another dream. Sometimes its not so bad; I dream lightly. But sometimes so many things are packed into one dream, or the content of the dream is so utterly ridiculous, that I might as well not be sleeping at all 'cause its so damned draining! Sigh.
I picked up a very nicely browned curly leaf today on my way home but by the time I got home the tip broke off.
Ohhh and will someone tell Claire that a chicken goes "pok pok keh" and not "pok pok" or "geow"?
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hwee ( / )
ahh, i have an idea for you! and a veryveryvery good one i must say. :D haha, wells if you chant my name like 10838767827 times, squeeze your eyes tight and think of me over and over before you go to bed..maybe you'd sleep better. :p
sweet dreams tonight darls!
*ilu.
2005/01/24 @ 20:17
she painted the picture at 19:02
Saturday, 22ndJanuary, 2005
[constants aren't so constant anymore]
I went for my first econs tuition today! 3 hours long but it was quite fun, plus they had high quality snacks and drinks and I understood 'most everything and Quek's supposed to buy me lunch next week cause she gets commission for bringing me! Haha that was a very long sentence.
[Quek] You should tell him that actually you take trip. sci and lit, and you're coming for econs tuition cause you want to learn more.
[MisterSir] -rambles about the beauty of economics essays-
[TQ] Oh I love doing econs essays. Its like my number one hobby.
[Quek] Oh shut up.
[TQ] Okay actually its not my number one hobby. Its number two.
[Quek] Why? Your number on hobby is talking about how much you like your number two hobby?
[TQ] No. Doing my F Math TYS. In fact, I like it so much I finished the whole thing by sec 2.
[Quek] ....then why did you drop Math C?
[TQ] No challenge. I finished that TYS in primary six.
Oh! I must mention that the very cute Sir cannot pronounce my name and has taken to calling me TQ, and it is very strange, but also very refreshing. I just hope that Harris _never_ calls me Chuckie.
Am trying to delete songs because there's only about 6GB of space left in the drive meant of illegal downloads but suddenly everything vile that used to threaten to disintegrate the very fibre of my delicate eardrums into dust has become very pleasant sounding music. Sigh.
Downloaded Scarbble today and I managed to beat Maven the novice with Maven's help! Haha I think Maven is really quite stupid. If I were playing Scrabble with someone who's intellect is far from exceeding mine, I wouldn't give 57pt hints! This shows that human intellect, no matter how low, still surpasses artificial intelligence in any way. (:
Am sick again, for the second time in a month! Sigh I think I'm turning into a viral breeding pond. But the palm-reader said that I'm healthy! He owes me five bucks!
Oh Mister Sir quoted a very cool quote today when he saw my No War shirt. "What happens if one day we call for a war - and no soldiers turned up?" - John Lennon.
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cheryl ( / )
if no one calls for war then there'll be no war wad!
2005/01/23 @ 15:58
hwee ( / )
just dropping by to leave some love. :)
2005/01/23 @ 20:49
sally ( / )
opp of senseless is sensible? hmmmm. my vocab sux.
i dun mind war anywayyyy.
the economy will suffer n therefore strong ctries will DIE. am i making sense? hmmm. i juz want equality in ctries. yayyy. i'm turning into a communist! boohooo. let the rich ctries die n we can b equal againn! lalala~
2005/01/24 @ 21:53
she painted the picture at 23:45
Tuesday, 18thJanuary, 2005
[while you were]
Do you have a song that to listen to when you feel blank? Like, when you don't really feel happy but you don't know why, so you just feel like sleeping the say away. For me, it'll be Train's Drops of Jupiter. I burned a CD with only that one song once, when I was feeling totally blah. Its the kind of song that can make you cry, even when you're not really sad, and then you feel okay again after that, so I guess you could file that under musical theraphy. Haha, okay I don't know. Music has this amazing ability in the alteration of my moods. Everytime I hear songs with clapping, I instinctively feel like dancing and clapping along, only I'm too sane (and chicken) to do so, which is really sad, 'cause I always thought myself capable of doing my own thing irregardless of others' opinions. Which I'm of course, not very good at. Sigh.
Recently I realised that I talk too much, even to people I don't really know. And I can't seem to stop either; I like talking. And listening to people's responses. I like to piece their words together, so I can get a sense of who/what they really are. And the only way to get people to talk, would be to start talking, no? I guess not. Sigh.
On a lighter note, I dreamt that I made delicious vanilla-chocolate milkshake last night and ate kimchi instant noodles.
The monsoon is (almost) gone, and I am going to miss it very much.
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sally ( / )
boohoo. i miss my laopo!
2005/01/18 @ 22:51
pricks ( / )
i like talking too. lets talk a lot tgr. :D and i sure miss talking to u!
she painted the picture at 22:11
Thursday, 13thJanuary, 2005
[Sonnet XLI]
Those pretty wrongs that liberty commits
When I am sometimes absent from thy heart,
Thy beauty and thy years full well befits,
For still temptation follows where thou art.
Gentle thou art, and therefore to be won,
Beauteous thou art, therefore to be assail’d;
And when a woman woos, what woman’s son
Will sourly leave her till she have prevail’d?
Ay me! but yet thou mightst my seat forbear,
And chide thy beauty and thy straying youth,
Who lead thee in their riot even there
Where thou art forc’d to break a twofold truth;—
Hers, by thy beauty tempting her to thee,
Thine, by thy beauty being false to me.
--William Shakespeare
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cheryl ( / )
i tot u wrote all that by urself. was wondering where u found those brains. hehe..
2005/01/16 @ 22:56
claire ( / )
i dont know cheryl, maybe she found yours =)
2005/01/18 @ 11:29
claire ( / )
oh no im sorry cheryl! i didnt know that you're not cheryl! i thought you were cheryl.. sorry cheryl! hahah..
2005/01/18 @ 21:40
she painted the picture at 19:21
Sunday, 9thJanuary, 2005
[growl]
Okay so today i woke up at seven, completed a drawing and then some more, including sketches for my coursework, dug out my international trade notes and tutorial and did them, gave my brother spelling and taught him diction and meaning of the words, cleared out the entire mess of paper on the floor, sorted them into their various files, and felt very pleased with myself for being so mature and responsible. UNTIL I started wondering why my lit files were so incredibly thin and THEN i realised that I cannot find my Chaucer text, which is so much more important then all my lit notes combined!!! Its like, leaving the house with your glasses on but forgetting to slot your eyeballs in! And I can't even get my mum to work her magical-item-finding-powers because my class got the photocopied text and it looks just like a regular handout and there's no way I can describe it. GROWL! I am so mad at myself I feel like eating someone. Now I'll have to buy the book and annotate everything all over again and I know the stupid text will turn up the moment I buy it. GROWL!!
she painted the picture at 19:21
Saturday, 8thJanuary, 2005
[when veins stop responding]
its another one of those road blocks again, those things that greet you only when you're in a hurry and cant stop to think about what you plan to do next, so its often you'd trip and fall and be lucky enough to get away with just a moon-shaped scar and sometimes its hard to see yourself for who you are but then again no one pair of eyes are identical for we're all only looking through the looking glass only sometimes i wish that ours would meet.
i really want to buy a hoodie so if any of you see any nice hoodies, please tell me.
[EDIT] Does anyone know a stockist for Abercrombie? [/EDIT]
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hwee ( / )
stockist as in? you might want to try this webby: http://abercrombie.com/
though im not too sure if it's only open to the citizens of the US of A! :)
sissie, im always there at every roadblock you meet alright? and please do remember that roadblocks ARE removable! so move them aside and carry on with your merry, merry ways. :D
you'd be fine. *ilu! loads.
2005/01/08 @ 15:22
hwee ( / )
and haix, all hoodies are quite ex right. you know, i wanted to buy this roxy hoodie, BUT it was $99. :( id have to work my ass off for the rest of my life if i bought it. WHY AM I SO POOR! hahaha unfair. :p
sighs, good things dun come cheap. or easy. bahhh!
2005/01/08 @ 15:24
pricks ( / )
u can try FOX for hoddie.i liked some there. but yea. u cant ry...
2005/01/08 @ 18:28
she painted the picture at 10:23
Wednesday, 5thJanuary, 2005
[cabbage]
From UrbanDictionary
1. Description given to an item or person who carries the traits of a over-conscious Gucci wearing, butt-plug sitting, nasal talking, exaggerated expense without the justifiable cause; opposite of Ghetto.
Cabbage person: Have you been to that French restaurant down the street?
Ghetto Massive: Hell no. That place is so cabbage, I am just a student.
2. Cash money Mo money
yo, you got any cabbage?
3. A vegetable about as large and intelligent as a man's head.
Look at the cabbage on that guy.
4. something you say when you can't think of anythign to say or when you have a stammer and you need to stop it you say the word cabbage
"I meant to g..g...g.. cabbaage, go down town."
5. A person who can withstand cold temperatures.
Dude! Look at her stand in the snow in a bikini! She's such a cabbage!
6. A derogatory term used by Discordians to refer to people who don't "get it". This stems from the Discordian belief that 85% of the "human" population is actually cabbages disguised as humans.
Let's go confuse some cabbage!
7. a vegetable that smells like shit
I hate Cabbages they smell like shit
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sally ( / )
wat the crap is ur entry abtt..........
2005/01/05 @ 21:34
she painted the picture at 10:33
Monday, 3rdJanuary, 2005
[man]
I've never, ever, been so embarrassed to be and disgusted at a fellow Singaporean. If you've watched Top Fun just now, you'd know what I mean. Someone should banish that guy.
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hwee ( / )
sissie, you know what? i'm DAMN proud of you too. ^_^ because you've done what you always thought wasn't possible..and you've finally overcome it! YAYNESS. *hugs* :D wells, a new year brings new things and good things [ i hope! ] along with it..so lets look forward and leave everything bad behind okay? don't waste time and energy on worthless things. hahaha :)
and yessss, the a's are v.v.v.v.v.important! sighs, but i'm still pretty much in the holiday mood, and THAT'S BADDD.
slap me if i get too slack alright HAHA. ;)
loveya my fellow royal dweller! :D
2005/01/05 @ 01:45
krys ( / )
ooh! i know what you are talking about... i watched it and that guy was totally outrageous! but thank god for that little entertainment value. haha. =)))
2005/01/05 @ 22:20
she painted the picture at 21:14
Saturday, 1stJanuary, 2005
[Even the stars are partying tonight]
We should all be concerned about the future because we will have to spend the rest of our lives there. ~Charles F. Kettering
Happy new year everyone! And happy happy birthday Claire! Though its about two minutes past it already but you know what I mean (:
Anyways, it is now 2005!
I like the sound of 2005. It sounds waaay more promising than 2004. 5 is a round number, so its going to be a happy round year! :D
Anyways, here's a quick recap of the year past:
Top 3 Movies
1) 50 First Dates
2) -The- Butterfly Effect
3) White Chicks
Top 3 Songs
1) Sweetest Goodbye - Maroon 5
2) Semi-Charmed Life - Third Eye Blind
3) Pinch Me - Bare Naked Ladies
Top 3 Purchases
1) Journal Notebooks
2) The original FF8 for PC, at long last!
3) My Panasonic GD88 :D
Best Decision Ever
-Taking Art! :D
Worst Decision Ever
-Making an idiotic fat-ass out of myself, not that I've lost that fat-ass though. Heh (:
Most Memorable Experience
-Mamma Mia! night I guess. Yay for girlfriends :D
Most Miserable Experience
-Failing Math for promos despite mugging my guts out
Top 5 Things worth remembering about 2004
1) Making it into VJ!!
2) Walking all the way home from school!
3) Joining and quiting so many ccas! -Band, Harmoc, Fencing, Tae Kwon Do-
4) Falling off my bike and acquring a leech-shaped scar
5) Learning Very Important Lessons of Life
Yup yup yup turrah! Everyone should be happy on the first day of the year lest they should jinx the rest of it. Hmmm. I guess this means I shouldn't do math today.
Went to Seoul Garden for buffet dinner today! Supposed to go to Breeks! but my lumpy sore throat need nice warm soup (: Played some scenerio games and stupid long jokes that weren't even funny and recapping our year as a class and stuff and I guess it was quite pleasant. Like how JY stupidly threw Claire's shoes out of the window and ran after them, how Hwee accidentally said "Bastard" in reference to Ted Hughes in a what-was-going-to-be boring lit tutorial, Eldon doing a last-stupid-thing-to-do-of-the-year thingy by balancing on the mysterious round metal object in the library, the nightmare of PeeDoubleU, Fang and Eldon's earth-shattering bickering, Quek kicking Hwee who kicked Eldon in the midst of Butterfly Effect, Eldon stupidly putting the burnt meat into the soup cause it "causes flavour" -me: the only thing it'll cause is cancer la. e: haiya, a little cancer wont kill anyone one la!- and on and on and on!! Quek and I went with spirits soured by Math and had actually intended to sulk all night! Haha, but I can barely remember half of my trauma now (:
And then we decided to walk home! Came up with loads of names for everyone in class, because Ben felt indignant that my initials stood for The Queen and Hwee, my royal sister Her Majesty. So he dubbed himself the Barbaric Conqueror, Quek became Crazy Questor or summat, she changed so many times I forgot! Eldon was the Evil One -or Orangutan if you like-, and Christine, Crazy Oracle! And then there was like alot more but I don't really remember. Hmmm.
Okay anyway here are my New Year Resolutions!
1) Drink _loads_ of water everyday
2) Draw something at least once in two days
3) Never copy anyone's homework
4) Stop ponning lessons
5) Uhh... be a good girl at home! I.e., no shouting at parents, clean room from time to time, etc etc.
Have yourself a happy happy new year and stuff your faces you greedy fat dancing giraffes!!
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Lisa ( lisa@elfet.com / http://elfet.com )
Hey! Just wanted to say Happy new Year's! It's not New Year's over here yet... we still have another 12 hours to go.. but still :) You've been a great hostee! One of my resolutions is to drink lots of water, too..! Good luck!
2005/01/01 @ 03:30
claire ( / )
im seventeeeeeeeeeen! =D happy new year! (btw, what is a round number? i forgot.)
2005/01/01 @ 22:12
she painted the picture at 00:48
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