You know what's worse than losing your worksheets?

Losing them after you've completed the worksheets.

I think I lost majority of them, but I can'tremmeber which I submitted to Mr Teo. I logged into the Yahoo account and peered at the worksheets.

My reaction was: Bloody hell, they all look familiar. The questions are familiar, the answersa are familiar (which is eerie considering I've never logged onto the Yahoo account to look at the worksheets' solutions. o.0

Argh.

It was a tearful renuion, with tears of joy being shed as they embraced each other, one passive and planotic while the other boundlessly enthusiastic...

"Computer! Internet! I've missed yooooooou!" *glomps*

The Modem shuddered in disgust (or perhaps, from the sheer force and massive weight tracing an arc through the air).

Ok, so the above passage is abit anticlimatic.

It's true, and BOY, I'm glad that my Broadband connection is FIXED. There's nothing worse than being able to on your computer and realising the broadband is down so you cannot surf the internet...

Maybe it's due to suppressed anger yyesterday. I almost wished I had a voodoo doll.

KNN I AM ANGRY AGAIN!

My friends know I am in a project work group (Read! CCHMS 2008). and that my group members consist of, fortunately, Kai Ting, Zi Yu, and unfortunately Sharon.

Kai Ting did most of the work, she put the most effort in. She did the slides and put up with translating to the Chinese guy (my chinese stinks) and putting up with my sarcasm and bad moods. As the RIGHTFUL group leader (yes, it was by votes) I feel rather guilty that I was not abl;e to do more.

However, Mrs Lim (2007 English Literature teacher, Onions should know her) came up and decided to 'appoint' Sharon as the -unofficial- leader, calling us 'Sharon's group'.

I don't give a damn about this, because I can work on the sidelines and if anything goes wrong, the in-charge will be in Hot Hell. However, I did come out with the idea and tried to develop it. It was my brainchild, and of course I hoped that the project went smoothly right?

You notice up till now I have not listed Zi Yu's or Sharon's contributions. Yes, they did not contribute, but I do not blame Zi Yu (No offence, Zi Yu, but you would have been a hindrance more than a help, I think you are fine as you are, just sitting there quietly...engrossed in something). Besides, he's not really fluent in English, so he probably doesn't understand the rapid-fire instructions.

However, our dear Sharon is, I assume, perfectly fluent in English. Therefore, she does not have ANY EXCUSE WHATSOEVER to SKIP OUT ON MEETINGS and NOT DO ANYTHING BUT CLAIM CREDIT FOR OUR HARD WORK!!!!!!!

But then again she could be a moron, or a perfect nitwit.

We (Kai Ting and I, with Kai Ting doing about 60%) did all the work, from presentations to filing. That day, on Tuesday, we were the ones who met her and came up with the proposal. EVERY. SINGLE. FUCKING. THING.

I did the proposal as Kai Ting had something on (she needs a break, anyway) and when Mrs Lim met us on Thursday, WE were the ones with the prepared proposal. Sharon? Oh, she stood there and did the LABRIOUS job of looking at my written words. Is this group work? You bet it is! It's the most individualised group work I have ever seen! One person who is fluent in Chinese, one lazy, incorrigible asshole, one hardworking girl and one (sometimes slacking) sarcastic 'voice' and 'thinker' of the group!

Mrs Lim told us that the deadline for the poster was very tight and we needed to hand it in by recess. I compiled the text and gave it to Sharon to do, thinking that she would be able to get off her fat, obnoxious arse and DO something for a change, instead of leeching off other's ideas.

I and Kai Ting askd her repeatedly that day after recess, but all she gave us was a deadpan face (yeah, that look of the woman in RD with a huge snout of a nose) and CLAIMED she did so.

Stupidly, we trusted her. I wanted to give her a chance, but unfortunately one must remember that sometimes it does not opay to be kind.

On Friday, everyone witnessed how Mr Becury informed 'Sharons's group' to meet Mrs Lim at the MRL. I had the information earlier (thanks, Xin Zi) and told the group (Kai Ting, who informed Zi Yu) about it. I was pretty nonplussed about it, thinking that Sharon had completed the project and everything. I and Kai Ting dashed out of the classroom, waiting for Zi yu,and I was looking at Sharon. Somehow, my subconcious knew that something bad was about to happen, and that Sharon would be the prime antagonist.

True enough, Sharon did not turn up for the meeting.

We then rushed to the MRL. Mrs Lim was waiting there. She then informed us that she did not receive the poster. (!!!)

You'd think that things couldn't get worse. But it did.

The VICE PRINCIPAL heard about our project and was keen to organise it for us. Therefore, not only are we keeping the PW teachers waiting to execute the project, we were keeping the VICE PRINCIPAL HERSELF waiting.

Oh, and let's not forget the the ONE AND ONLY COPY OF THE TEXT was with, none other than our darling Sharon, who had begun a hasty migration home. And at three, I had my flute lesson, so I couldn't really stick around to help.

I typed out the text hurriedly and let Kai Ting and Zi Yu do the work. Thank God they managed to finish it, therefore bringing a happy ending to the fiasco.

BUT THAT'S NOT THE POINT OF IT.

THE POINT IS THAT SHARON, THE LAZY F***ER JUST RAN GALLIVATING OUT ON US AND LIED, KNOWING FULL WELL THAT SHE DID NOT DO HER PART AND WANTS TO GET HER MARKS WITHOUT PUTTING IN ANY EFFORT.

AT LEAST ZI YU STAYED BACK LAST FRIDAY TO HELP. WHERE THE HELL WERE YOU? DON'T GIVE ME ANY EXCUSES, I'M NOT FUCKING INTERESTED. DON'T GIVE ME THAT PATHETIC KICKED-PUPPY LOOK. I DON'T CARE. HATE ME, DETEST ME, BUT YOUR HORRENDOUS ATTITUDE AND BEHAVIOUR WILL STALK YOU THROUGHOUT YOUR LIFE.

This is another reason why you can't trust people in general-- they are just lazy pigs who want their cake without baking or buying it.

I hate school.

I really hate it.

I really hate the teachers in it (of course the sheep, who else?)

I have an ominous premotion of tomorrow, for no reason at all. Last night when I discovered that my detailed geog mindmap mysteriously DISAPPEARED (as a file on my comp) I felt the urge to burst into tears like a helpless girl. I knew tears won't do much good, so I re-did it based on the concept map at the back of the chapter. I decorated the map and stuff, so if the teacher asks me, I'll say that the concept map on my computer is wayy too big, and squeezing it on an A4 size paper ain't exactly an ingenious idea.

At least I managed to do something. It doesn't matter what the teacher thinks of me: I have managed to improvise on the spot and come out with an alternative. I alse learnt to back-up my files properly and organise them.

Anyway, I think I'm prepared. I packed all of my textbooks in my bag so I can store them in my locker (shall remember to buy a new lock 'cos I think it dropped out/got stolen some months back). I have conditioned my hair (MWAHAHA I HAVE FOILED THE SPLIT END'S DIABOLICAL PLAN!), shaved and figured out how to tie my hair so I won't look like a madwoman tomorrow (remember the stupid fringe?).

I can't help but think that something is missing...

CRAP I CAN'T FIND MY GEOG MINDMAP!!!
SHITSHITSHITSHIT

ARGGGHHHH

I just have an ominous feeling that something really bad is gonna happen when I return to school.

I don't want to go back..

2 more days of heaven.

Aside from the excellent customer service I received at McCafe yesterday (the guy at the counter re-did my frappe AT NO EXTRA CHARGE when I complained it was too sweet), I realise I cannot, at any cost, drink Mccafe's coffee in the afternoon.

Last night I was so bloody energetic, I couldn't sleep. Ideas were hopping maround my head like a million fluffy bunnies with iron feet. My muse decided to conveniently return from her sojourn to Hawaii into my head, whispering and pulling at my attentive mind.

It was 2:30 a.m., I'm sweating in bed, can't sleep, and seriously regretting the coffee.

I wonder what beans they use. Previously when I drank Starbucks or instant coffee, I could still sleep like a baby at night.

Sigh.

Friends, next time when you see me drinking coffee in the afternoon (with exception of boring afternoon classes/lectures/excursion trips to art museums) please pinch me and tell me to drink tea instead.

The last 3 times it happened, I thought I learned my lesson. Apparently not.

The woes of a coffee lover. Sigh.

I am distressed.

Like a torn lover, it has failed me. Words cannot spin themselves without thought, and thought cannot be coherent if the thinker is not even concentrating...

Sometimes I've wondered whether I take this writing business so seriously it's like a chore.

It's like, you get inspiration at the wrong time, e.g. before dinner or in the shower or late at night where you cannot peruse the computer; then when you wait it out because patience is the best course to take, you realise that your initial idea is falling to bits as you type it out.

It's very fustrating. Perhaps what moves one to write are emotions, and not the lack thereof.

I'm loosing touch with description. Perhaps it does not wuite flow with narration.

It's so very fustrating, I cannot even bring myself to finish the inchoate model I have created. It's a half life, a fetus that is aborted. (Disturbing, I know, but then if you are an artist, you will understand).

I just cannot force emotion to come to my words.

Holiday Homework

1. Maths worksheets 6.1A (Properties of Linear Graphs) and 6.1B (Applications in Problem Solving)
2. Geography mind map on chapters 7 of Sec 2 Textbook. (Only need to read chapter 6).
3. Write up on land reclamation on DUBAI
4. Literature holiday assignment on The Effect of Gamma Rays on Man-in-the-moon Marigolds
5. Chinese 跑道 must do pg 19, 24 & 253.
6. Memorise Chinese 公函 (gong han) [USE LAST WEEK TO MEMORISE]
7. History mindmap
8. English Self-study : Essential Non-fiction -- pages 3, 9 & 17, Focus on writing : pages 46 to 50 (questions 4-1 to 4-4) [Don't feel like doing]
9. English journal: page 46 (questions 1 & 2) of focus on writing
10. Maths Shinglee Workbook (Page 59 onwards, Qn. 1a, 1b, 3 and 4) (Page 60 onwards, Qn. 10, 11 and 12) (Page 60 onwards, Qn. 1d, 1e, 2f, 17 and 23
11. Science E-learning on the topic of Sound. Go to Edulearn portal and complete the handout given to us.
12. Chinese online homework. Go to http://www.chungcheng.sg/ and input test150510. (30 MCQ questions.) DEADLINE: 15 June 2008
13. Maths Ace-learning 3 online quizzes. A hard copy is required for Quiz Three. Submit when school reopens. DEADLINE: 30 June 2008

11/13 done. Yahoo! Victory is mine, diabolical homework!

THIS IS TEH BEST DAY OF MY LIFE!

Finally went out to buy my hoop earrings, I figured out how t put it on, as for taking it out, I'll worry about it later.

Thank God for these small mercies! Today mum sent me to buy father's day present (evil thing costs $67.65[and THAT'S after the staff 20% discount]...grr) but at least it gave me an opportunity to buy earrings and act like a bimbo!!!

To top it off, when I arrived home and checked on my deviantart account, I had a comment and fave each on my work, 'Complication'!

Woohoo~!

I admit I was so happy with buying my earrings, it's the maximum happiness I could get, so I felt rather numb when I got the news.

Urgh. Now I'm trying to write, but it seems weird. Dunno why, it's not writer's block, I have plenty of ideas, I just don't know how to put it across.

Prose or poetry? Prose or poetry?

Now my prose is on standard. Time to brush up on poetry...except I don't know what to write.

P.S. Those hoop earrings really rock.
P.P.S. Those who think I'm a bimbo/auntie should fuck off and be my proof reader for grammar/ personal alarm clock.

I have to agree with Xinyi's post on her blog.

I understand having little brothers *shudder* are a pain in the arse, but having little sisters aren't exactly a joy ride.

Here's a list of reasons.

TOP 5 REASONS WHY LITTLE SISTERS ARE JUST STINTED, WARPED TERMAGANTS

1) Turn on the waterworks, and you are in trouble.

Description: Brat, upon seeing that you don't give in to her wiles, let loose a scream with a frequency that could shatter glass. She then goes into a conniption fit.
Effect: Obviously you get into trouble.
Feedback: I almost wished that Voldemort was real, I'll borrow that wand of his and curse her with the crutarius curse...at least she'll be screaming with a reason. Sometimes I wish I could rip her pharynx out with my bare hands, and stuff it down her oesophagus. I admit I become more murderous when she does that. *smiles angelically*
Action-reaction?: If you are sneaky or sly enough, or plain vengeful like me, you get a real opportunity to utilise all of your 'dark' tactics and terrify her.

2) "Give in..she's younger than you".

Description: Said by ignoramuses who gave birth to the spawn. She will then blow a raspberry at you.
Effect:
1) For those with soft hearts- you give in.
2)For those who can capably analyse the tactics, you refuse...and get into trouble.
Feedback: You want that Mars bar? Alright. *Offers beryllium(poison which could kill an adult with a minimal amount)* Give in...tch. Just because she's young, it does not mean that she does not have a brain. Do some research, and you'll discover that kids throw fits to get their way.
Action-reaction?: You give her all the chocolate she wants...and let her go down with cavities. *diabolical laughter* After all, some bones for my collection..or screams of anguish from the clinic would be excellent.

3) She asks you for help on Every. Single. Damn. Question.

Description: Those nitwits that are your parents demand that you fulfill your duty as an overworked, underpaid abused tutor for the brat. The brat then takes advantage of the situation, claiming that she does not know how to to all the question.
Effect: You can either...
1) Ignore her, and have her go into situations described in reason #1
2) Help her
a) Really teach her
b) Just tell her all the answers.
c)"Help" her-- and say that you were mumbling the answers to YOUR Math homework.
Feedback: I ignore her. She can't do anything, but it really annoys me if she asks for help when I'm struggling with my Chinese compositions. If I really have to help, I'll just tell her the answers.
Action-reaction?: She fails. If nitwits question, reply that she did not listen to you explaining the concepts, and wrote down the answer. Brandish your homework at the nitwits, and smilingly ask them if there was anyone who could help YOU with your work if you are helping her 24/7. Enjoy the chastising...directed at the brat.

4) She refuses to listen to you, and then blames you for any aftereffect that SHE causes.

Description: You are supposed to guide her, but she doesn't listen e.g. doesn't listen to you when you tell her not to play with fire. The kitchen goes down in flames, and you are blamed.
Effect: Obviously, you get the anger and accusation. It is followed by your explosion of temper, and your parents will ask you not to give them the attitude. Usually accompanied by elaborate murder plots and extensive blogging and sarcastic 'letters' to the persons.
Feedback: I told her to get out when I practised my flute playing, but she refused. When I could not hit a note, I lowered my flute in a hasty motion...and it twacked the shorty on the head.
Action-reaction?: Oh boy...casually drop comments that you didn't see her and was too involved in the playing. Then mention stuff about free will and it was HER decision to heed my advice and get the hell out. Then, go on about 'negligence of the peoples, even if we weren't the ones guarding the prisons' in the recent escape of Mas Selemat. The go on about other fallacies made in politics where politicians blame in on the people.
Note!: Only works if you read newspapers often. Parents must also be smart enough to grasp the link.

5) Can't think. Too angry.

RULE: People who have been tagged have to start with 10 random facts about themselves. At the end of the quiz , you will have to choose 10 people and tag them about this quiz.

Tagged by YXY. You...nevermind.

Random fact eh? *manipulative, triumphant smile*

0) Sarcasm is my first language.
1) I have no idea what in the world made me do this quiz.
2) I have selective taste in whatever I come in contact with, be it food or...hygienic living quarters.
3) My vocabulary prowess is failing me.
4) I am excessively proud. And egoistic. Insult me and die.
5) I have done IT before. Really! I'm part of the Infocomm club. I'm perfectly pure and innocuous. *bats eyes and starts giggling in a falsetto* unlike you pervs out there.
6) Ok, the fact that I'm perfectly pure and innocuous is a truth. *Blocks you from seeing her high score in Torture Chamber II* Yes? Anything wrong? NOT HAPPY ARH? WANNA FIGHT ISSIT?!
7) I hate bimbos, unintelligent parasites, and stongly support the double X-chromosome's independence!
8) I do not believe in religious wishy-washy brainwash, but I do believe that we must treat each other with due respect because it is the right thing to do. Hell be damned to...inferno, I guess.
9) The fact that this is a fact is an anomaly.
10) Happily attached. To literature, her computer and Internet-san.
11) 10 facts only? Ok, I admit I'm a walking bomb. Not bombshell, but one which will detonate at anytime. I can be turn the heat (by stoking the fires of imminient doom) or give you the Death glare and be perfectly calm. And when I'm calm, or seemingly unaffected, or shooting you The Look, you know you are in danger.

Is feeling happy for no reason at all good for one's health?

I think it's the first sign of insanity.

I don't know why, but I just feel happy. Not the sort of yay-I-got-dark-chocolate-mm type of happy, it's more of writer's euphoria or rabid fangirl type of happy.

Been having moodswings lately. Normally I don't stay up past 12, but I valiantly tried to fight sleep in order to talk to Hui Ting over the phone. I don't know why either, (don't ask me!).

Does anyone want to see Accuracy of Death with me? I really want to watch that movie, adn this desire is further fuelled by all the good reviews it has earned.

Just feel very disconnected with everyone lately. We stayed up all night discussing about the class bonding and the outcasts, and suddenly I had this irrational fear that I might be the next outcast. It is either a hallucination or my old 'problem' cropping up.

I don't know why, but I can't seem to trust anyone. Which reminds me of the irony of typing this problem out into cyberspace for everyone to see. I recognise this problem, and I try to overcome it, but I can't. I have no fear of confronting my problems, and I have nothing to hide. So what is my motive in typing this? I don't know, maybe to provide my friends who will (hopefully) read this gain a better understanding?

I'm sorry if I'm bitchy or plain irritating/obnoxious. I'm sorry if I can't get along with any one of you classmates out there. I'm also sorry for using this miserable excuse to cover up why I don't really bond with the rest of the class.

Do you understand the feeling of being trapped? No? It's ok, I'll explain it as we go along.

Anyone will know that any emotion is hard to express in terms of words and paper. Strangely, all my poems and prose all have a similar feeling :despair, melancholy, sorrow, apoplexy. The really weird thing is that, I don't even go out of my way to express it. It just comes out like blood-red wine from a cracked crystal goblet. I can't help it dripping down and staining the pure white linen.

Let me spin you a story.

Someone, some one person, had gone on to build my own castle with iron-wrought gates, black and imposing against the green lands and azure skies. The whole castle is strangely clothed by fog and mists, demons snarl and prisoners groan their tortured song. Every now and then there would be visitors knocking (some impolite people rattling) on my gates, trying to go in or peek past the gates into the inside. The metal gates are strong, and cold for many years without the warmth of human hands. After a minute or two of knocking or rattling, some, gazing at their worn knuckled and sore hands, would shake their heads in resignation as they turn away. Others might stay around longer, but they too will eventually turn back.

No one will dare to venture forth in fear of the horrors which might lurk inside. The phantoms and ghosts proliferate, infesting every nook and cranny, filling the souls of the living with dread and negative emotion, until the gloom will overwhelm the azure skies and grassy lands, turning them into grey, overcast skies fitting of a funeral, and a bare wasteland.

No one will ever visit this place. One day, the gates might rust, and collapse altogether, but no-one shall ever venture forth, for gossip and rumours now serve as the iron gate.

You'd think that I would have learnt me lesson--that with my facial shape, having a fringe is a VERY BAD IDEA.

Letting hairdressers loose on your hair and letting them cut back one and a half inches is also a VERY BAD IDEA.

Now I'm stuck with a mullet-like hairstyle, hideous 'fringe' which ends at the bottom of my glasses and a rather weird layered hair.

The top is cut SHORT (which makes my head look abnormally big..ignore the pun, will you) and the bottom is THIN and LONG. When I try to tie it in a ponytail the fucking fringe just CAN'T BE TIED UP so I look like an Aunty from the fish market.

I have to figure out how to pin up my fringe when I get back to school. Or hope it grows up by then.

Grrr.

I HATE STUPID INCOMPETENT HAIRDRESSERS! I told him I wanted my split ends removed, and all he did was to make it worse by moving his scissors up and down rapidly through my hair.

Right now all I can do is too purchase some clips and pin it up. I hate anything in my face.

All I can say is, thank god I can push it behind my ears. I shoud start conditioning daily now to soften it and whatever. I just tried the Ascience conditioner (for some really odd reason, my mum bought the conditioner meant for normal to oily hair instead of the one for dry hair. I couldn't care less, and plopped it on my hair. It's softer, but there's no difference...hair is still as dry as ever o.0 So much for chopping off split ends).

I'm thinking about straightening my hair further because my hair is flyaway and it can never resist the chance of making me look like an auntie. It's true, I went to the local library once without tying up my hair and a little boy reffered to me as an auntie. I wanted to show him 'young' ways of torture, but I suppose I'll have to think of where to hide the evidence. I decided it was too much trouble to concur, therefore I did nothing.

Dunno whether it's too dry or something.

So smooth, firm, sweet with a bitter edge, a mature taste...

Yup, I'm talking about dark chocolate. Frey supreme Noir Authenqiue, extra dark bittersweet chocolate, made in the country of chocolates, Switzerland.

It's $4.50 for a 100g bar, but it is worth it.

I see some incredulous looks there, and people hugging onto their money for dear life.

78% Cocoa, and it is a very high quality dark chocolate. This company really does quality control, the check over the beans and stuff.

It's better than any kit-kat. Way better.

And the best part is:

You don't get fat from eating a square of it. Dark chocolates don't contain as much calories as bubble tea or your average Hershley's kiss or Kit-kat.

To whom it may concern:

Fuck you. Using emotional blackmail? That's one of the oldest page in the book of manipulation. You don't care about how I feel-- you just want it to go your way, and if it doesn't, you make a big hullabaloo about it. Being a selfish bastard seems to be one of your prime interests.

Let's start off with your list of misdeeds, shall we?

So it's my duty to take on whatever religion you have? Then what if you are in a , god forbid, satanic cult? Do I have to fuck everyone for the sake of pleasing satan, have orgies and bloodletting for sacred rituals and drink unknown substances? I don't care what merit it gives to your miserable, blown-up excuse of an ego, but I'm not going to like it. You know that we are supposed to make the decision ourselves, yet you go ahead and bob your pretentious self in to make my decision.

Whenever I see smiling angels and the sanguine, kindly faces of priests and alter boys and the choir, all I think now are masks of deception.

Now you force me to go to a 'course' for 'my' benefit, because you are the speaker. Apparently it's for some sort of effective learning course. *snorts* Mindchamps? Puh-lease. I can more than predict the type of people who are going to be there.

Basically bored kids with ambitious parents 'wanting the best for them'. Bored kids who probably flunk their papers. Bored kids who probably never get an A1 with one eye closed.

Give me a plausible reason why I should go there. I could be doing my holiday homework, I could be playing my flute or writing. This is simply a waste of my youth. Because of this time waster, I have to shift ALL OF MY TUITION AND LESSONS to another day, and I hate it because Saturdays are my optimal time to study.

You mean well? What a relevation! I couldn't tell! I wonder why you still say you 'enlist my cooperation'. I must say that is a very interesting choice of words. Surely you must know that I, as a wannabe famous writer and a fervent studier of English literature, will pay attention to the TONE and choice of words? It sounds almost as if...you are afraid of retaliation. Not 'I hope you will attend', but 'I enlist your cooperation'. Very formal, no? It is as if you are trying to IMPRESS the authority over me, and in doing so, remind me that I have no other choice.

A bunch of pretty words, isn't it? Of all things to be capable in, it seems to be that you are only capable of growing old. It is unfortunate that people don't really get older and wiser, rather, they get more STUPID with authority.

I sincerely hope you will consider the repercussions of your actions and words instead of pulling them out from between your butt cheeks. While I know you look like an asshole, there is no need to further exacerbate the situation by ejecting undigested material from your mouth.

Worst curses,

Thisty for blood and murder.

RULES:
[A]People who have being tagged must write their answers on their blogs & replace any questions that they dislike with a new question formulated by themselves.
[B]Tag 10 people to do this quiz & those kena tagged CANNOT refuse(: These people must state who they were tagged by & CANNOT tag the person whom they were tagged by.
QUIZ
1. What do you think an ideal best friend should be like?

Someone who knows me better than I know myself, gives me comfort when I need it, accepts me for who I am, and can banter with me intellectually. She should also be able to entertain me xD

2. If you have a wish come true, what would it be?

That women across the world would have rights and never shall have to bear any bias against them in both legal and social courts, and shall never be taken advantage of, and be respected and recognised as equals, whether in social, financial, intellectual or achieving departments. They shall never be suppressed.

3. Who's life do you want to take away most?

Those bastards who compromise women and children for themselves because they assume we are less important than their asses. One life for many lives. If I get damned to Hell, it's worth it.

4. What would you do with a billion dollars?

Invest, earn money, invest, earn trillions, invest in emerging oil markets, and earn more money, then use some of it to help poor countries cope with rising food prices and people who are too poor to afford a lawyer, and are unreasonably tried for a crime they didn't commit in a game of corruption. The rest of the money, I'll invest and invest until I become superich, get a good education and use my knowledge to help others and myself.

5. Do you like this quiz?

I'm having the time of the month, I haven't had my coffee, the oil prices are rising, my pocket money is going down, so what do you think? A great time waster. I'm bored anyway.

6. Which is more blessed, loving someone or being loved by someone?

Being loved.

7. Can you whistle?

Nope. I can try, but it's very soft and airy and pathetic. Like a little bird gasping for air.

8. Is there anything that has made you extremely happy?

Yes. When I write something great, when people read my work and comment on it, when I get money or when I spend itme with my friends. Same.

9. Do you believe in ghosts?

Yes. I wish I could talk to them-- I'm sure they don't wish us harm, they are just lonely. Those evil ghosts are just the ghosts of the media.

10. If the person you like is already attached, what would you do?

If he knows I like him and says he'll accept me, but he's attached, I'll kill him for both me and his jilted girlfriend. If he doesn't, good. It saves my reputation. We can still be friends, right?

11. How would you see yourself in 10 years time?

If global values change and women are suppressed, I'll fight for them. If all is well, I'll go study law (hopefully I can get in).

12. Who are currently the most important people to you?

Family anf friends.

13. What kind of people do you think the person who tagged you is?

Very...energetic. With acceptable command of grammar. She has mood swings, and her emotions come like the weather. Quite cutesy.

14. Would you rather be single and rich or married but poor?

Single and rich. Money can control things. I'll use it to my advantage, as well as the world's. If some parts of the world has a crisis(touch wood!), at least I'll be doing something. Besides, I see marriage as a heavy gamble and a burden. Marry the wrong one (abusive, alcoholic, rapist, etc) , it may be hard to divorce favourably.

15. What is the first thing you do when you wake up?

Glance at the clock to make sure the maid didn't wake me up too early. If she did, sleep until THE appropriate time before storming in like Medusa and demanding answers.

16. What does your favourite kind of shampoo smells like?

Clean. It smells like chemicals bunched together, in a pleasant way. Basically, it smells like shampoo.

17. If you know that you'll be gone the following day, what's one thing that you would do?

I'll write. And I'll back it up, so that while I'm gone, my word will live on in many other's hearts...

18. What type of people do you hate?

Idiots, bimbos, people who submit to their 'fate' without a fight, and people WHO CAN'T SHUT UP WHEN I'M TRYING TO SLEEP! ROAR!

19) Please tag 10 people.

A lot of people that I know have done the quiz. So, do it at your own will.

Just realised dolls can be creepy. Really creepy.





I present to you....

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Creepy right?


Those eyes look like fathomless back stones, plastic, staring out into your soul, searching for your darkest secrets. The innocent demeanor will crack into a salvaged, bloodless, skinless face which will stretch its pink flesh out, muscles and tendons contracting, tightening, into a diabolical smile...high pitched giggles will choke your very lungs, and fear will clog up your heart and veins and arteries., causing your heart to accelerate its pumping in order to get pliant oxygen to cells.


Maybe I'm too imaginative.

P.S. This is my 200th post to commemorate. *pops a bottle, cork comes whizzing out* Champagne anyone?

I successfully...

Pissed off a person on MSN. (Is that something to be proud of?) Probably not. Hey, hang on for a second, I feel a metaphorical dart heading straight for me *ducks*

So yup. I don't know why I'm suddenly so acerbic and caustic in my words, it just comes out. I don't even mean them in an ill manner.

Ok, perhaps it wasn't such a good idea to calmly point out that we should temper our words as it impedes the process of writing, and to cut the CAPS LOCK some slack.

To which the person replies, "fine."

WARNING TO GUYS WITH POTENTIAL GIRLFRIENDS! WHEN A GIRL SAYS 'FINE', THE SITUATION IS ANYTHING BUT FINE! SHE'S ANGRY! (The amazing revolutionary observation I have made)

Maybe it wasn't such a good idea to ask whether she meant fine vinegar or pepper.

I think she blocked me. Ah well.

Now, before all of you narrow your eyes at me and say my name in a scandalised tone (like Weiqi does when I go into my lalaland of horror and gore in inappropriate situations), hear my story too!

I mean, after being blasted with spam and junk sent over a fit of BOREDOM (ok, so I retaliated after a while, but hey, the gazillion times before when it happened I didn't retaliate), you would be pissed off, no?

Those grammar and typo errors are all too tempting...

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UPDATE: She didn't block me, but she's still not talking to me. Hooray.
-few minutes later-
No wonder. It was her little sister using the computer. Guess she's still angry.

bond bɒnd -noun
1.something that binds, fastens, confines, or holds together.
2.a cord, rope, band, or ligament.
3.something that binds a person or persons to a certain circumstance or line of behavior: the bond of matrimony.
4.something, as an agreement or friendship, that unites individuals or peoples into a group; covenant: the bond between nations.
5.binding security; firm assurance: My word is my bond.

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Some people in Harmony is getting (not exactly worried, not anxious, more of vexed) over our class bonding. I've read Gloria's conversation with Kah Yong posted on her blog, Yan zhan's view. I wanted to give solance, btu I didn't know how to put it in words.

Really, I feel that the class' name (Harmony) is rather ironic, considering that we are almost anything but harmonious (now, anyway).

Think of harmony in music, in words. If the words are in harmony, it will be like a soft melody, caressing your soul with gentle overtures and smooth notes. No instrument in the orchestra will be too loud or overwhelming, you can hear the sanguine notes of each instrument clearly, and they will all form something unique.

A sudden note jarring out, or a trembling of the musician's arm might cause an unpleasant screech. There are many things that could go wrong: musicians forgetting their notes and having to replay, memories not fast enough to compete with others, rhythm messed up, so that the sounds would be in a ravaging discord. The singer could have a sore throat, or a high note unsung. These little, or minor events happening to one of the many musicians could affect the whole performance. Whether the critics would be applausing or throwing snide words of dissatisfaction, it is all up to every individual.

However, one must note that each instrument is unique. They all have different groups (woodwind, strings, etc). Certainly, they all work perfectly in their element, but it sounds strange, almost unfamiliar, to hear a dancing trumpet in a funeral, or a melancholy flute in a wedding.

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I will stop here, as I realise I've been playing a game of symbols.

Ok, I'll just get to the point.

Everyone has their own group. That is true. It's like a herd's instinct: you stick to your own people. But we all have a reason.

I have a problem of trusting people. That is why conversations with others fall flat. Kai Ting once noted that I have a double personality : One loud and cheerful, people-lover, the materialistic, sadistic, spontaneous, tomboy who doesn't stop to think (my prime self); the other a calculating, silent, reflecting introvert who doesn't really like people. I love literature and debates, and I often say whatever I observe (if you have something particularly unpleasant about you I'll just tell it in your face). I stick to my friends because they know that, and won't judge me.

Before you ask me to bond with other classmates (almost strangers, yet almost familiar), stop to think: Would you judge me?

It is the fear of judgement that we just go in our groups.

Everyone is different. Believe me, everyone wants to make friends. I do, too. But I am just eccentric. Just like how I bet you can't stand discussing Vampire Knight and literature and Shakespeare and news (of business deals and prices and money), I also can't stand anything cutesy like Sesame Street, little hearts, talking about guys like potential love interests (you don't even know the guy well enough. Just because he's cute, you want to be with him? Unpractical. The dangers of hormones!).

I don't know how to say this, alright? It's idealistic to imagine the class bonded together as one. I admit that the class comm can do something, so I'm also responsible, but then I turn to ask myself: what can I do? Gloria and her friends love volleyball (and I don't know how to play AT ALL, dislike sports), I don't know what Vivian's entourage like, I have never mixed with the guys, so I don't know what they want, either. Yan Zhan and her friends are eager to get this class bonding thing going, but it's too difficult. The people from China congregate together, but I can't speak enough Chinese (to match the chinese pros, I only got an A for Chinese in PSLE, unlike their A*'s)to hold an intelligent conversation.

Besides, there are many types of people in our class. The more outgoing ones do not see a problem in mixing with others, but what about the quiet ones? If you suddenly drag me to another group (like that time last year when Chine Yee and me went with Yan zhan and other group members to purchase the cheesecake) it will be plain awkward.

But what's a bond anyway? Can it simply be defined as friendship? Yan Zhan is looking for friends to laugh and play with (the cheerful, enthusiastic type), Gloria and Kah Yong wants an activity which bonds the class together, and that's about the furthest I got reading their blogs.

Wht type of bond are you hoping to achieve? We all feel a bond to this class, we all know we are part of 2HM, and are proud of it. Isn't it a bit too ambitious to request for friendships betweeen everyone? Isn't it an ambiguous policy,great but too idealistic, to ask that groups be banished?

Then what would happen to the special ones in our lives? They'll just be like any other person you pass on the street, holding no special significance whatsoever. With groups, our identity is established. Without, what would happen?

It's great that you aknowledge the presence of groups, and it's excellent that you want the class to bond. Saying things is easier than putting it in action. If we organise a party, people will float back to their groups. If we organise a camp (DON'T YOU DARE!) the camp haters (a.k.a. me and some others) will quarell and spoil the mood with other enthusiasts.

Wouldn't it be nice if we just got to be ourselves with no fronts and whatsoever? No judgement at all.

We should just organise a really whacky party, with the events all done by different 'groups', and the dressing anhd everything up to each individual. We can all do out stuff, share and laugh (hey, it rhymes!)

That would be cool.

Too bad it rules out formal dressing and business contacts...I've always wondered what a formal dance and dress would be like...