live the dream

2005-10-23T14:52:00.000+08:00

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THANKS

2005-10-23T14:03:00.000+08:00

2005-10-22T16:35:00.000+08:00

I have updated my profile on this blog. And as to my wishlist, I don't mind meeting anyone willing to buy me a stradivari violin.

((:

2005-10-22T11:19:00.000+08:00

I just realised my profile looks pathetic. On my blog, I mean.

D'you think I should add some more stuff to it? If yes, what...?

:/

Oh, and the music book he wants us to get for our next year and next next year and next next next year cannot be found at popular. At least, according to the staff at popular.

If you don't believe me, then you can try checking it out yourself.

But anyhow, this is the place where you can get it. ((:

Details:

COLLEGE BOOK STORE
(Nanyang Polytechnic)

BLK A #02-A210
180 Ang Mo Kio Ave 8 Singapore 569830
Tel: 64586798
Fax: 64586795
Mailing Address: BLK 231 Bain St #64-59 S(180231)

Call 'em up, reserve a book, or whatever, then go there yourself and pick up the book when it's ready. It's around $55. I can't remember. Don't ask me how to get there. The only safest thing I can tell you is that it's just next to Yio Chu Kang MRT Station. Any further than that, like once you reach there, which block, don't ask me. Oh, it's Block A. Don't forget that. And as to how to get to Block A, don't ask me. Just take a nice ol' stroll round, and you'll find it, soon enough. The grounds ain't that big.

2005-10-22T10:59:00.000+08:00

I know you're just pretending. I know. I don't matter anymore to you, so just stop all this pretence. I'd rather be alone. Sometimes.

Often, I ask myself, was it my fault? Did I do something wrong...?

If there was, then tell me.

But anyway, why should you?

I'm just part of your past, something to be thought over, maybe to have some happier moments relived. But I doubt that.

Cos you're having a better time than you could ever have with me.

I will no longer let you invade my thoughts. Because everytime I think of you, I start to - . Nevermind.

The past is the past, and I'll disturb the past no longer.

Goodbye, girl. I'll really miss you. A lot. You can be sure of that.

2005-10-21T18:27:00.000+08:00

You know, I'm not blind. Neither am I deaf. Neither am I stupid.

So just stop all this pretence.

I just realised one thing. I've started to see people for who they really are, and for who they really are not. It took me so long just to see through them.

Am I depressed?

Well, I think not. I just tend to think things over more and talk less these days. And what sparked this change in the ever-talkative mary-anne, you may ask. You don't think I'm talkative? Just ask anybody around. I used to be.

Used to be.

2005-10-21T16:23:00.000+08:00

I've lost my ability to talk about practically anything under the sun. These days I just seem to have lost an appetite for talking. When I do talk, it's during short spans. Not that it's totally bad, though. The teachers won't have much to complain about me.

Not that there's much to complain, what with only three days of school left.

I feel really nostalgic, thinking about this year and all. Mind you, I seldom am nostalgic. Almost never. Anyway, I just wish it were january 2005 again?

Pfffffffffffffffffffffffffffff. I still have absolutely no idea why teachers have such a bad opinion of faith. We have always managed to pull through, even though it might be at the lastest last minute, or even when emerging the winning losers, but still. Hey, I believe we had much more class spirit than all the other sec 1 classes combined.

(:

I love faith.

I swear I have never, never been more emotional then now in my life. Ever.

And yesterday was a complete waste of time. I should have ponned school, but no, good ol' me had to come. I should have gone on tuesday instead, and get my ENGLISH and HISTORY marks back! I don't even know how I fared in my english, and I'm really anxious for that one. I don't know why.

I could have spent some quality time with... with...?

Hmm. I just don't know. My mum'll be busy with housework, (and probably dragging me into it as well) my sister would be at school until 1:30 plus, and my dad would come home from work at like, 9 plus?

So maybe it's with just myself. (:

Gosh. I'm becoming more like the old me, reading books as if I'd never be able to touch a book ever again in my life. I could read, and not even know of the hell of a chaos round me.

I'm getting to know more and more about the new old me.

(:

2005-10-19T19:50:00.000+08:00

Went to the zoo today. (: Hey, I never knew a visit there could be so fun! Well, if you call "fun":

1. having strange and weird smells creeping up on you all of a sudden
2. having to dodge the stupid tram a million times
3. having a nice ol' stroll (marathon, actually) in the wonderful blazing sun
4. hearing people scream BAT!!!!! when it's just a a silly harmless bird that happened to be flying overhead
5. rushing back for fear that you are going to get hell for being late

Anyway, it was all pretty...okay, I guess.

Went to children's what? I dunno. Children's world, I think. I can't remember. Anyway, I ate a shrooms meal (whatever possessed me to eat that tiny burger?!), then went to the swings with joy, emily, yoceeda, vanessa, michelletang, karina and dawn. The way they swung on those swings (which were for 2-6 year olds, mind you) ... the middle was sagging dangerously. And...I was so tempted to go into the water! Only tht by the time I decided to, it was already 15 minutes to 12:50. So I decided not to. Saw 2 lil' ANGMOH BOYS there. About 3 years? I was thinking, my god. If ivy were here... what more with them in the pool... if you get what I mean?

(:

She'd probably have screamed or something.

Oh well.

~~At least, it was more enjoyable than I thought it would have been~~. Correction: It was less torturous than I thought it would have been.

Yup.

2005-10-18T10:41:00.000+08:00

Oh yes. I'm referring to an ex-classmate. Why else would I be so uptight?

You don't matter to me anymore.

2005-10-17T20:29:00.000+08:00

You made me cry. I thought I had found happiness, but I was wrong. I should have known better.

However, some things in life are worth making mistakes for, so that you can at least enjoy a little of what you know you can never have.

What has got into me man. I seem to be depressed, and everyone's telling me that. My neighbours, uncles, aunties, even my piano teacher. =/

I always regret that day. Shouldn't I have chosen the other way? Still, I think it wouldn't have worked out.

That's what you call natural born-loser talent, my dears.

You made me cry. I thought I had found happiness, but I was wrong. I should have known better.

2005-10-17T16:30:00.000+08:00

Oh yes. I just noticed: Whisper seems to be going on a colour campaign. Check it out: Pink, purple and goodness knows what other colours.

(:

2005-10-17T15:53:00.000+08:00

Я получил(попал) по Вам, не волнуйтесь. Вы не беспокоите меня больше. Это хорошо. Я имел обыкновение думать, что Вы были очень хорошим другом. Хорошо, я предполагаю, что я был неправ, но ложь ошибки не только со мной. Я предполагаю, что мы только не были удовлетворены, в конце концов. И думать, что я столь ошибался! Я должен был знать, что Вы были бы утомлены мной после некоторое время.

Я никогда не могу и никогда не быть чувствовать то же самое о Вас - Вы фактически разрушили всю веру(секретность), которую я когда-либо имел во мне непосредственно. Верный, я могу походить на резкого человека, быстрого, чтобы стать сердитым, но Вы были первым человеком вне семейства, которое я рассматривал(считал) реальным истинным другом. Все же Вы разрушили все мои надежды. Если Вы сформировали ту группу ранее в году, почему Вы не любили их и болтались с ними все время подобно Вам, делают теперь? Доброта, которую Вы показываете мне теперь - только вне жалости. Вы становитесь безумными во мне ни по какой очевидной причине(разуму). Я пинал ваш стул случайно, и Вы рассматривали это подобно греху grievious, впиваясь взглядом в меня. Что я сделал, чтобы заработать тот взгляд? Но теперь, Вы не имеете значение больше для меня. Я учился продолжать жизнь.

Вы не имеете значение больше для меня чем стена рядом со мной в классной комнате. Фактически, я думаю, что стена рядом со мной обслуживает лучшую цель. Я могу наклониться на этом, когда я утомлен, но я никогда не буду искать Вас, когда я утомлен.

You don't matter to me anymore.

2005-10-15T16:32:00.000+08:00

Just remember this: I will not forget. I never forget. One day, you'll look back and regret what you have done.

Well, that being said...

I've been feeling rather strange lately. Everything just seems unreal. I don't even know what I'm doing. I walk into the bathroom, then I start thinking, hey, what on earth am I doing in here?! Then I walk out, only to go open the fridge and start wondering why did I want to open the fridge in the first case.

I feel... weird. Everything, everyone, anything and anyone seems unnatural. Forced. I can't find the right word.

And look at the past ten months. Disaster after disaster. That's just great, isn't it. And yeah, contrary to what many people think, Singapore is not safe from tsunamis, earthquakes, typhoons, hurricanes and other whatnot. Volcanic eruptions? Hmm. That I don't know, seeing as we don't even have a volcano (not that that's a bad thing), but well, yeah. You never know? [But hey, I'm not trying to curse singapore or anything. Why would I want to do so? I live here. ]

Seeing as there's nothing else to say, then bye.

2005-10-14T17:39:00.000+08:00

We are the WINNING LOSERS!

That's not supposed to insult any one faithians. Rather, ain't it a compliment?

We lost hands down, if that counts.

I think losing is in our blood...

But anyhow, heck. Who in faith who is in her right mind cares about sports anyway? (Well, maybe apart from the four sports girls we have in our class) [if you ask me, four is a pathetic number] {but well, like I said, nobody cares about sports much}

Well, at least carrom got into the semi-finals.

But anyway, I could tell nobody was really interested in winning the games carnival, anyway.

In fact, I don't think there was anybody. At all.

2005-10-14T13:41:00.000+08:00

Haven't been blogging much lately. There just isn't much to blog about.

About talent time...

I LOST MY TALENT OF SHOUTING AT MR WONG! I SIMPLY CAN'T SCREAM OR SHOUT AT HIM WHENEVER I WANT TO ANYMORE!

How sad.

Hmph. Must be I shouted at natalie too many times. Got too used to shouting at her. =/

Dammit.

Rehearsal today was okay, I guess. I came at 8 AM today. It usually takes me one and a half hours! The train was too fast today. Went to the mep room, was the first person there, no surprise. Maybe I should have gone to macs. Wait. I didn't take the bus there. I took the other one. 265. Okay, so I went to the mep room, thank goodness I didn't suffer from gas poisoning. it wasn't too bad today. Anyhow, we only started at 9 or something? I think it was a bit later. =/ And I found out that being early doesn't pay. Shan't state why, although it has absolutely nothing to do with him. Didn't do much, except check the dumb socks. I dunno if she ever gets tired of checking socks and belts? Anyhow, the last time we went through it, I almost didn't laugh. But then ugenie had to pull her belt up so high it was practically supporting her - . Plus, she had totally no socks to pull up. HAHA. Hilarious, I tell you.

Can somebody kindly lend me a thin hardcover book? : DD

Since that old book is close to cracking, although I don't know how a book can crack. Tear, maybe. Crack? Not a chance.

I just need a thin hardcover book, green colour. I'm serious. Not too thick, or I'll have a hard time slamming it down hard. I want the sound.

We practised real hard, although the thing is still kinda rickety. But who am I? oh, I'm maryanne. I forgot. But that's not what I mean. As in, I didn't come up with the script, the music, or the wardrobe. I'm just ... acting? Yeah. But we'll make it. It's always like this. The last minute we rush it out, but it turns out great. A pity the dumb judges were blind and deaf.

Anyway, after that, walked home aith dawn, yoceeda and dawn in the beautiful rain after eating in the canteen. It just simply had to rain when we were walking to the bus stop.

One must always appreciate the beauty of nature.

Whatever.

2005-10-11T17:33:00.000+08:00

Never, never will I be seen chasing after mr wong. I don't have an obssession with him man. I talk about plenty of other stuff. He is just, what? o.o00001% of what I talk about.

Oh, and he thinks confiscating two shakespeare books funny. I mean like, okay, confiscate mine if you like, not grace's and jessica's! =/ If he doesn't give them back by this week, I'm not going beggin' after him. I'll buy new ones for them, I guess. =/ I really hope they didn't take to many notes... Oh no. After mep, I asked him back nicely and politely just like a good student should, and he just stared back and me and pretended not to hear, such that I had to repeat that bloody sentence of CAN I PLEASE HAVE THE BOOKS BACK three bloody times. And that thing on his face, supposedly what he calls his mouth, was twitching.

HAH! VERY FUNNY, TO CONFISCATE BOOKS.

SADISTIC, I TELL YOU.

Anyway... today was. HORRIBLE!

IHATEMATHS. DON'T ASK ME WHY.

I'm starting to love ms chiew? ms choo? ms chew? whatever. She let us go to the comp lab! I love her man. Aww just too bad we won't be seeing her anymore.

Mr Gan!!!!

Mr Goon! : DDDDDDDD

Okay. Off to do those stinking english newspaper responses and the stupid letter.

2005-10-09T20:43:00.000+08:00

Society is never kind. You have to mould yourself to fit into society, and quickly too, before they just have you outcasted. Once you make a small mistake, people remember it for life. But you make a big enough contribution, the fuss lasts for just a while, then everything returns to normal, as if you did nothing at all.

That, was just a passing remark.

Alright, I have to admit that my temper sure isn't nice, but hey, I haven't been flaring up much these days. I have been trying to tone down. Like the lizard claws? I can't remember what exactly, but I didn't say anything. Nor did I kick up a fuss.

I was just trying to get you to look from my point of view. It sure isn't pretty from what I'm seeing. I can't just very well tag along with them, seeing that well, they are the four, yeah. Neither can I with the fingers, can I? That'd be called rude. You can't just barge in and expect everything to be nice and rosy and all. It's just plain rude.

And, no, natalie, I have never resented the coconuts whatsoever. I never talked much, yeah, but I never hated them.

2005-10-08T21:27:00.000+08:00

Like my new profile? This one on my blog I mean. And, I'm the spider. No bfs, sorry. (:

Haha. I'm sure many of you are probably wondering whether this is the real maryanne, or just another replacement.

Don't worry.

I'm the replacement. :D

NOT.

2005-10-08T16:10:00.000+08:00

Some things in life just cannot be reversed. And there are some things in life which you must never wish to be able to reverse. You know the consequences, yet you still want to reverse it. But you just cannot. Time can never be reversed, unfortuntely.

Okay, nevermind.

- I'm in love with my stomach, food and my violin.
- Not the piano.
- Not with school.
- I'm in love with MEP also. but I never seem to get the written stuff right. :/ saaaaaad case.
- I'm in love with FAITH.

This is what happens when you force yourself to blog. I shall never do it again. Bye.

2005-10-06T16:08:00.000+08:00

Damn you somebody! By mentioning the recording, I didn't mean that I wanted to end up as mrs rosso. I meant that I didn't want to end up on stage! Sheesh. I never knew I had stage presence. But still, this opportunity is too good to miss. Uh, just the screaming part.

I hope I don't have to do anything to my hair... do I?!?

Gaggag. I saw my role model in school just now, and most unfortunately, I'd hate imitating her. But I still have to anyway. Just hope she doesn't come after me with a chopper after that. But anyway, if I'm going to imitate her, I'd might as welll imitate her right down to her shoes right? (maybe not) Whether you imitate that person a lot or a bit, it's still called imitation ainnit? And... she's so... nice as in nice. Geddit? Yeah, she didn't do anything to me, but I just don't like her. I think I have to practise surveying the audience coolly, all the time wobbling my head about as if my neck were about to give way.

- tries it out -

Oh wow. It just looks as if I'm trying to perform a mutated indian dance. No offense though. It just looks baaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaad on me. :/ Not on her though.

Tips, anybody?

2005-10-05T17:03:00.000+08:00

Well. Today was... boring.

Anyway, what with the dumb arts school not coming up soon, I don't think that is going to be an option for me. I have to find other ways. But where? I prefer a place which focuses on music. Even if it is on music history, heck. It's still music ainnit? I like mep. Though I can't say I have been doing well. When it comes to anything written, I don't do it quite well. When it comes to performance, it's either I go totally out of shape, or it's good. Which is, of course rather risky. There are risks present all the time. I shan't go into details. Like I was saying, where in singapore can I find a place which focuses on music, instead of english literature mathematics biology chemistry physics history geography english chinese malay russian german french and all??!?

I hope you get my point.

I definitely don't want a place where stress-level is sky high. Neither do I wanna go to any old school, which they don't even have music taken as a main subject in the first case. This practically strikes off every school in singapore then. What can I do? Get a scholarship huh? Not that easy you know. I don't want to spend the rest of my 3 and one-sixth years in this (excuse me) hell-hole. It is a virtual hell hole.

Oh well. I'll go through this year first. When next year comes, then I'll think about it.

Neither here nor there. It makes you feel really out of place in this world. Trust me.

2005-10-04T18:19:00.000+08:00

Sometimes, I think it's better to know a person from a distance. Even if you are the best of friends, if you are together for too long, you just get sick and tired of each other. You start to see the faults in others. You start to think that the other person is irritating. You start to feel neglected. And it's especially bad for the person who still treats the other person as her best friend, but that friend treats you as one of her many thousand million hundred acquaintances.

Friends. Acquaintances. They are not the same.

An old broom only taken out when the floor is dirty and needs a sweep. A person only being treated like a real friend when nobody else wants to help the person in need. The dirty job nobody wants to do; the troublesome thing nobody wants to trouble themselves to do.

Mind you, I'm not referring to my own experiences. Though, who knows, I might soon be.

2005-10-04T17:51:00.001+08:00

Okay. I shall now proceed to talk about today.

Not funny. Seriously, I doubt that even four layers would help, sitting at that god-forsaken piano. Know why it's god-forsaken? I think you know the answer. (: It was soooooooooooo cold, I tell you. That's why in the end I sat against the wall. I dunno how he can stand it. With only one layer and all. HAHAH. But maybe he wears two. Okay, I shall not go into details.

Anyway, we went through the mep paper. Boring. I still can't believe some of the ridiculour questions he asked us! Like why the title "Fossils" is relevant to the music. Seriously, who on earth would know??!

Only he, duh.

Then...lit. Lit was boring. As usual. Lit is always boring. I find lit kinda stupid, no offense to those lit-lovers out there. It's crazy, isn't it? Carefully scrutinizing every paragraph, every sentence, every word, every letter, every punctuation mark. Okay, maybe I'm exaggerating, but yeah. That's about all you do. And you have to write letters to characters who don't even exist in the real world. But I think lit is good. In just one way. It helps you read between the lines. But hey, people don't communicate by writing. We communicate by talking, mainly. You aren't going to write down everything that person says and start scrutinizing it painfully are you?

To stay alive in this world, you have to be quick-minded. And that doesn't include painfully scrutinizing every paragraph, every sentence, every word, every letter, every punctuation mark, and every space.

IT DOES NOT.

2005-10-04T17:51:00.000+08:00

2005-10-04T17:34:00.000+08:00

You know what? You can never find a better friend than yourself. After all, who takes care of you? Yourself, duh. When you are down, who'll always be there for you? Maybe one or two of the bestest of your bestest best friends, but you'll always be there for yourself.

I am not nuts, I have not gone crazy, I am not insane.

Well, isn't it true? You'll always be there for yourself?

There's this quote - Your greatest friend can be your greatest enemy.

It might not make any sense to you right now, but as you go on in life, you'll know.

It makes a lot of sense to me, though. If you don't understand, you'll find out soon enough. Soon. Be patient.

2005-10-04T17:25:00.000+08:00

Some people just sit there obstinately, dreaming their beautiful dreams, and dreaming that their dreams will one day become no longer dreams. Dreams will always remain dreams. It's up to you to change the dreams into reality.

Dreams aren't called dreams for nothing.

Even if you've tried and failed, there's nothing to be ashamed of. At least you've given it a fair shot. At least you weren't afraid of failure. At least you dared to change your dreams into reality, not like those people who insist on dreaming their beautiful dreams.

Dream away, beautiful dreamer.

2005-10-03T20:44:00.000+08:00

Wow. Like, finally, that stupid fair ended its fair?! They were so inconsiderate, fairing the fair til late hours in the night.

Oh yay. 1 hour + 1 and a half hours = 2 and a half hours of torture in the stinky gay bleached vinegar cologne-filled mep room. Also known as the torture chambers.

Oh well. I guess there's a price to pay for the comfort of air-conditioning. Though I never imagined it would be this expensive. By the time I come out, my lungs'd probably be green or some funny colour. :/

Oh well.

2005-09-30T20:20:00.000+08:00

Let's just take it as a compliment, shall we? (:

Today was...

DREADFUL. One hour and 45 minutes of maths! Jeez. All because stupid mr wong told stupid mrs seet that she could have our TW period for her horrible maths! Oh man. Maybe I've learnt to appreciate him more. Maybe. But well, anything beats more maths lessons. Except other lessons, of course. I LOVE biology!

CCA was... more or less okay. Chatterbox. ): But anyway, cca was fun. We had 4 violin ones, 3 violin twos, three violas, and 4 cellos today! Until the other 2 or 3 (?) came at around 5:15 plus. I LOVE MANTRAS VIOLIN TWO PART! But still, I think I prefer violin 1 in general. Haha. (: And, ANGELA. You sounded like you hadn't eaten for a week or so! Oh well. At some time in our life, we ALL sound like we haven't eaten for a week.

And, HELP! We aren't ready for MONDAY!!!!!!!

Not REALLY, I guess.

I'm seriously bored to death right now!

. . .

But I'll stop blogging right now. It makes me even more BORED!

I KNOW! I'll eat the CHOCOLATE PUFFS with MILK!!!!

[even though I had dinner less than an hour ago]

I am such a glutton, aren't I.

2005-09-29T21:43:00.000+08:00

Today was...

Okay. Watched stairway to heaven during PC after our morning jog. Well...wanted to watch. I was curious... but then natalie HAD to drag me away from it. But I don't think I'm complaining though. Give me fresh air any day. In every scene, this woman was like crying? Can't remember her name.

Okay. then for english...sushilla didn't come.

Hooray!

How sad. Mrs sushilla, I send you my deepest regrets and sympathies. Hope you get well soon!

I don't mean it, sorry.

And, of course I mean it! I'm not not sincere.

So we went down and did the !#$%^& informal or formal or whatever letter, finished it in 15 minutes. after alot of talking. Then...stairway to heaven again. We went to the other room. (natalie, yiying and me). Saw poor lonely ol' suxian there. (: Joined her. She did her special "tribal dance". Haha! ((: Then, apparently we made alot of noise, so our dear ol' fat gay bleached tweety farmer of a form teacher had to walk in and tell us, "SIT DOWN PROPERLY!" Hello? We weren't even sitting to begin with. Oh, and as he walked in he saw suxian doing her tribal dance. I swear his mouth was twitching. Maybe not. Anyway, annoyance got the better of him, and he put on that very qianbian look. As if we had just murdered his whole family or something. Oh well. Have to get used to that.

I better enjoy the fresh air I'm breathing right now. (:

Oh. And saw this gay guy on the train with su xian. He wore a ponytail, and was listening to blasting music. His poor, poor ears. The whole train could hear what he was listening to. Then as su xian was getting off at her stop, I was like whispering to her, aiyoh. what if he comes and sits next to me leh??! Oddly enough, he did. :/ Su xian was sniggering. How DARE you. (:

Remind me not to say this kind of things, even if I say it in lower than 0.0000000000001 decibels.

Wait. Decibels sounds familiar.

Definition of "decibel" on google.com:

A measurement of sound.

unit that measures the intensity or loudness of sound.

The unit of measurement for sound, using a logarithmic scale. It is an expression of the relative loudness of a sound or power level .

Decibels (abbreviated dB) are the unit of measuring the loudness (or intensity) of sounds. 0 dB is the faintest audible sound. The decibel scale is logarithmic. Blue whale calls are up to 188 dB; this is the loudest animal sound, and is painful to the human ear. Volcano eruptions are one of the loudest sounds on Earth and are over 272 dB. degree A degree is a measure of temperature or angle. diatreme A diatreme is a volcanic vent or pipe that is formed by gas-charged magma.

Definition of logarithmic on google.com:

of or relating to or using logarithms; "logarithmic function"

Applied to measures that increase by 1 whenever the factor they depend on is multiplied by a certain number. For example, if a value increased from 10 to 100 to 1000, then a logarithmic measure of that value could increase, say, from 1 to 2 to 3.

scales give the logarithm of a quantity instead of the quantity itself. This is often done if the underlying quantity can take on a huge range of values; the logarithm reduces this to a more manageable range. Some of our senses operate in a logarithmic fashion (doubling the input strength adds a constant to the subjective signal strength), which makes logarithmic scales for these input quantities especially appropriate. In particular our sense of "audition", ie, hearing, is naturally designed to perceive equal ratios of frequencies as equal differences in pitch. ..... Click the link for more information. . That is, a number

I should just forget it, shouldn't I? :/

Oh. Enjoying every breath I take before I step into the gay, stuffy, stinky bleached cologne-filled mep room.

2005-09-27T21:05:00.000+08:00

You know what I think? I think huangyida is like, a thousand times better than that crazy fellow who stamped all over the hall - now it's contaminated. He gave me a heart attack when he jumped off the stage. He and pop so do not get along. How true, the words: I can't play the funkin music" He certainly can't - neither can he sing it.

This is one of the rare days where I just have nothing to say about, apart from the fact that I'm lucky to pass my MEP harmony test. I matched the wrong extracts with the wrong questions. AND I was rushing through composition - no slurs, no modulation, just some sparse dynamics here and there, and I ended in C major. I thought the key was C major! Turned out to be A minor. How irritating.

I hate A minor. It's so minorish.

What the heck am I talking about.

I told you I had nothing to talk about?

2005-09-25T11:46:00.000+08:00

I wonder why people always spell my name as MARYANNE? I'm not complaining, just saying it's kinda weird. I wonder if my name was spelt as MARYANNE, would people spell it as MARY-ANNE?

No. I think they'd spell it as marianne instead. :/

Anyway...take a look at me. I still haven't finished 14.2 and 14.4, the english summary, and the chinese composition.

WOW mary-anne! Aren't you smart?

Of course! I'm real smart! That's why I ended up like that...

You said you'd get an A2 this term...

Did I? When?

When you got your term 3 ppr marks.

Well, I'm trying, can't you see? But getting a B4 for your first maths test in the term makes me very put off.

Don't try and give excuses.

I'm not.

You are.

I'm not.

And when are you getting down to practising your pieces?

Tomorrow. I'm too busy today.

You always say that.

Yeah, I remember.

Instead of just saying, can you make sure you do it instead?

Okay.

And can you give your teachers more respect?

Well...

I SAID, CAN YOU?

Okay...but.

BUT WHAT???

With the exception of one.

And may I know who is that?

Tweety?

Who the heck is tweety?!

Oh.

Well...?

Form teacher?

Who is your form teacher?!?

Farmer.

You'd better call him by his proper name.

MRWONGYOONGFOONG. Happy?

Yes.

What else you need to hound me about?

When are you going to get started on your homework?

Now?

Then why are you still here?

Dunno?

You'd better give me an answer.

Because...

Well?

Because you're here nagging at me and I have no chance of doing my homework?

My dear, if you'd done it on friday, I wouldn't be nagging at you now.

But friday is for you to rest...

Then what is sunday for? For cramming for tests and doing homework at the last minute?

Guess so?

GET GOING.

Okay, okay.

NOW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

OKAY, OKAY! YOU NAG LIKE A FARMER.

Okay. So that was the dialogue going on in my brain.

Natural-born talent of talking to oneself.

2005-09-24T21:13:00.000+08:00

GLINKA ROCKS! (:

I must be totally nuts. I drive myself crazy playing Glinka, then now I'm tellin everybody that I love Glinka.

=X

And I really mean that Glinka ROCKS okay!

But franck rocks even more! He gave mrwong a hand-ache!

Haha.

Right. So spent 5 hours in a freezer-cum-music studio today. Glinka rocked most today! (:

There's a break! Woo-hoo! Won't be coming back til the 27th october. In the meanwhile, I hafta practise tchaikovsky's gaymusic, alexandre's violinconcerto (I mean the orchestral part), and....GLINKA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Woo-hoo!

There's something seriously wrong with me today...

2005-09-22T22:04:00.000+08:00

You know, I was thinking. I guess he isn't so bad after all... But still, I ain't changing my opinion about him. Until he changes himself.

There's this saying: Don't point out the speck in your brother's eye, yet missing out the splinter in your eye. Get rid of the splinter in your eye, then you point out the speck in your brother's eye.

1. He ain't my brother (remember: "He ain't heavy, he's my brother"? Well, this one is: "He's terribly heavy, he ain't my brother")
2. The brother part aside, it's kinda true. You never know what others think of you, until they tell you, that is.

People have been telling me, be grateful. He's at least better than leesiewfoong. In a way, I agree. Men will only choose to give birth when the world only has women like her left behind.

Haha.

Yeah. But still, I have a right to get angry right? Everybody does. So I'm not gonna abuse that right. (:

I'm lookingg forrwardd tuu spend!ngg qualityy timee wif mr chaann tumorrow.

Jeez. My ahlian speak sucks. Gotta catch up on the latest trends.

2005-09-22T21:38:00.000+08:00

Oh great. We're gonna spend quality time with mr chan tomorrow. 3 hours right? Nice.

But well. Don't you think it's better to spend quality time with mr chan rather than mr wong? At least with mr chan you actually learn stuff. Okay, though I admit he does crap a bit. All guys do anyway. :/ They should learn to shuttup at the right time. Anyway, mr chan's crap is a thousand times better thatn mr wong's anyway?

Okay. And fine, natalie. Maybe I do have an obssession. But not in the way such that I write him a testimonial every week. He doesn't deserve any testimonials.

And right now I'm wondering why testimonials are so attracted to him?

Today sucked. It always does when mrs sushilla or mrs seet come for lessons. Which is...ALWAYS?!?! Oh. And sushilla's name means well-behaved.

You gotta be kidding me.

Sometimes, this world just tells too much lies. We should learn to be more truthful...?

I don't make any sense do I?

2005-09-21T22:08:00.000+08:00

A virgo and a scorpio are supposed to be best of friends? Well, I think that it's time to defy the horoscope.

Anyway, just went for violin lesson. (: I think I'm the only student who leaves him with his blood pressure dangerously high. He told me that he always wants to bang his head against the wall after teaching me. (: He says I'm blur. :/ Which is kinda true, anyway. So what does that say about me? That I'm a sotong? No. Wait. Sotongs are clever. So what am I?

Oh. I'm mary-anne. I forgot, see.

That, my dear friends [and other people whom I might not call my friends] is a classic example of why I always leave my blessed teacher with a high blood pressure. I mistake "D" for "B", number "2" for "3". Oh well. :/

A natural-born blur person, I guess?

I definitely have talent, I can tell. (:

Anyway, I never believed the horoscope. Although sometimes it is true, I think it's just pure coincidence. Listen: A virgo? Best of friends with a scorpio??!

YOU WISH.

2005-09-21T16:08:00.000+08:00

Oh. And that was one of my best profile-screaming ever.

2005-09-21T15:45:00.000+08:00

If you're going to ask me why I hate him and am so pissed with him, let me ask you a question first. Why should I like him? You give me five good reasons and I'll think over it.

TWEETY, YOU SUCK.

I OFTEN WONDER HOW SUCH A HORRIBLE PERSON LIKE YOU COULD HAVE A FAN CLUB OF DEFINITELY MORE THAN 50. YOU THINK YOU'RE SO COOL AND ALL. YOU EXPECT PEOPLE TO FIT INTO YOUR MOODS. WHEN YOU'RE ANGRY, YOU EXPECT THEM TO SHUTTUP AND LEAVE YOU IN PEACE. ONE CAN NEVER TELL WHEN YOU'RE GOING TO FLARE UP. ONE MOMENT YOU'RE LAUGHING AND ALL, AND THE NEXT MOMENT, AT THE TINIEST COMMENT SOMEBODY MAKES ABOUT YOU AND YOU START TO GET ANGRY. WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU MAN.

YOU TAKE EVERYTHING PEOPLE SAY ABOUT YOU AS AN INSULT, UNLESS IT'S OBVIOUS THAT IT'S A COMPLIMENT. WHICH OF COURSE, I'M NEVER GOING TO GIVE YOU, SIMPLY COS, WHAT'S THERE TO COMPLIMENT YOU ABOUT? YOUR DRESSING? YOU CALL WEARING A SHIRT THAT LOOKS LIKE PYJAMAS TO SCHOOL STYLISH? YOU CALL WEARING PANTS TWO OR THREE SIZES BIGGER COOL? HIGH HEEL SHOES ARE THE IN-THING? THEY AREN'T FOR MEN, YOU KNOW. OH WAIT. I FORGOT. YOU AREN'T A GUY. YOU'RE A GAY.

YOU'VE GOT SOMETHING SERIOUSLY WRONG WITH YOU. YOU GIVE STINGING COMMENTS TO PEOPLE, AND WHEN PEOPLE POINT OUT SOMETHING ABOUT YOU, YOU JUST START TO GET INDIFFERENT AND ALL. YOU EXPECT PEOPLE TO BE NICE TO YOU WHEN SOMETIMES YOU JUST TREAT THEM LIKE SHIT.

I OFTEN WONDER WHY PEOPLE EVEN BOTHER HIRING YOU. I SUPPOSE THE STUFF YOU TEACH IS BETTER THAN OTHERS, BUT YOUR ATTITUDE STINKS. MINE SUCKS? OH SURE. THEN YOURS STINKS.

IN SHORT, YOU THINK THE WORLD REVOLVES AROUND YOU. WELL, MAYBE I'M JUST EXAGGERATING A BIT, BUT STILL IT'S TRUE. I WONDER HOW PEOPLE MANAGE TO PUT UP WITH YOU. ANYWAY, I SHALL NOT WASTE ANY MORE PRECIOUS SPACE ON YOU, SIMPLY BECAUSE IT WASTES SPACE. JUST LIKE YOU WASTE SPACE. TWENTY PEOPLE CAN FIT INTO ONE SPACE, BUT WITH YOU AROUND, NOT EVEN HALF A PERSON CAN SQUEEZE IN.

2005-09-20T21:57:00.000+08:00

Our current form teacher is an asshole.

Don't ask me why, or what happened.

Don't say but he's nice what. Don't say anything.

2005-09-20T20:45:00.000+08:00

Wow.

So.

I'll wait, I'll wait.See whether you get tired of me waiting for you to dish out the marks.

Shuttup, huh? I'll give ya shuttup.I'll shuttup, alright. Don't worry. After all, you have your many other students, right? Your fan club and all?I hope you have a nice time chatting with them.

And no, natalie, I'm not obsessed with him. He should just be thrown into the incinerator for all I care.

Okay.

So. Had the mep harmony test today. Not bad, but baaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaad. Get what I mean? Then maths test. Not baaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaad, but horrible.

Went to J8. Sick jokes... Then came disecting the 3 chicken balls into 4, since cass, wj, amanda and I wanted to share one. We were b-r-o-k-e. So we fooled around, asking the lady whether she could put one more chicken ball on, then we'd pay the additional money. She said no. :/ Too bad. So we settled for 3 then. It was like...Cass took a bite, then amanda finished it. I took another chicken ball, cass took about half of it. Haha. Left one more ball, right? So, amanda bit half, and wengjun finished it. A notorious hygiene-freak(I don't mean anything bad ok?) shared a chicken ball with another person! What with the saliva and all. I expected her to say yucks. But no, she just took it and ate it.

Surprise, surprise.

Oh well.

And yeah. You and your gay bleach cologne should just be thrown into the incinerator. You stink up the whole mep room. And so do you, anyway? We always have to smell your gay bleach colgone, so now I think it's time for you to smell the incinerator fumes! You're insensitive when you should be more sensitive and considerate of others, yet you're oversensitive, expecting everyone to attend to your every whim, to your every beck and call. The world doesn't revolve around you, you axxhole. And I'm glad you heard me calling you that the other day.

Just go and die.

2005-09-19T18:15:00.000+08:00

Thanks everybody for everything! Shall not put the list here...you know who you are.

Haha. I sound like some of our teachers.

:/

Too lazy. Also, trying to cram for mep test tomorrow. wait. Since when do I ever cram?!

Anyway, I'm cramming. That's the whole point.

Oh, and mep practical results out tomorrow. Looking at it, I don't think it's gonna be good. S.hit.

2005-09-18T16:08:00.000+08:00

The earth will still continue spinning.
I'll still go to school.
Gbh will still inisist on interrupting during assembly-time.
Our current form teacher will still insist on coming down late for assemble, then scolding others for coming down late when he himself came down even later then them.
Mrs My-period-is-ending will still insist on irritating me.

Forget it... The main point I'm trying to drive in is that, tomorrow will still be a normal day. Wait. It is tomorrow right?

Oh yeah. It is...

Wow. I never knew I could be such a pessimist.

I'm amazed at myself.

2005-09-16T22:11:00.000+08:00

I don't ever wanna grow up. I don't want to turn thirteen. It'll be the worst nightmare of my life. Don't ask me why.

2005-09-16T17:04:00.000+08:00

I'm going to die again. Let's see, how many times have I died this year?

1. Mep practical term 2
2. term 3 ppr
3. piano exam
4. TO assessment
5. YO rehearsal
6. mep practical term 3
7. upcoming mep written test

Oh forget it. too many to count.

Oh yeah. Does anybody know of a place in singapore that sells mooncakes all year round? I'm serious about that. I'm addicted.

2005-09-16T13:56:00.000+08:00

Weird sense of humor you have. You laugh at other people's expense. Weird sense of humor you have. Sure, you find it funny. But I don't.

2005-09-16T11:46:00.000+08:00

Well. Practice yesterday was bad. ): Looking at it, I think I could sleep through string practise and still get all the notes and rhythm blah correct!

But oh well.

I was faking it anyway.

But it was so shocking okay. They asked us to play sul G, and the note was so high!

Oh well. That's what you get when you stuff in 15 minutes of practise just before you go for rehearsal.

But on the other hand, it wasn't my fault. I was practising for practical. And I freaked out. But on the other hand, so did my... accomplice. Freaked out in fronta MRS THAM!!!!!

Haha! I almost died laughing when he told me that. Imagine freaking out in front of your colleague with whom you have worked with for dunno how long.

And, yeah. I have one thing to be grateful for. She didn't look at me at all. I would have positively freaked out like last time then. But, who knows what she was thinking? she may have been thinking. wow! She sure plays outta tune! I take my hat off to her!

Oh whatever. :/ I told you I was cranky today, didn't I?

I attend school, I'm cranky. I don't attend school, I'm still cranky.

But I am not ponning school! I hope you read my previous post. If you didn't, which I don't think you did, go read it then.

2005-09-16T11:36:00.000+08:00

Oh jeez. I'm getting outta this hell hole as soon as possible. So that they can't fine me for damaging the door.

Just kidding.

But not about the education part. No, that part is not funny. Is. Not. Funny.

They pile us with last-minute homework, projects, blah blah.

Funny? I think. Not.

Whatever was wrong with me when I wanted to come here!!!

But on the other hand, there wasn't much choice. :/

So there.

Dammit. Dammit. Dammit!

My cd walkman has been permanently traumatised forever. So has my handphone. Come to think of it, so has my school worksheets. But oh well, to heck with the worksheets. Let them be traumatised. I couldn't care less.

BUT MY VIOLIN HAS BEEN PERMANENTLY TRAUMATISED TOO!!!!

Oh whatever. Think of the bright side, mary-anne! At least your bow hasn't been traumatised.

But it soon will be!!!

The pessimist and optimist fighting.

I'm so totally cranky today. My eyes are swollen, I have a beautiful headache, and my nose is positively dripping. ):

I hate today. And I thought I hear yiying say the minister didn't come after all?

The minister should just go to hell, just like the people who traumatised my cd walkman, handphone and violin should just go to hell.

I'll be watching you from heaven next time. (:

2005-09-16T11:23:00.000+08:00

Natalie you suck!!! hmph.

2005-09-15T22:11:00.000+08:00

So. My mep sucked like h.e.l.l. okay. I missed the high A! I overshot. ): By a teeny little bit. And it sounded really out. And there were one or two others too!!!!!!! ): AAAAAAAHHHHHHH!!!!!!! I hate myself. When will the results come out?!?! I'm like so scared okay??????

What if I see a big red '40'???? Or worse still, '36'??!?!

HEEEEEEEEEEEEELP!!!!!

Anyway, it was pretty funny, hearing mrwong play outta tune. HAHAH! I'm sure angela agrees. Then he was wearing that stupid look, eyes big big. Whatever. I couldn't really see anyway. But he played really out. And I think it diverted occ's attention. I think. I HOPE. :/

AAAAHHHHH!!!!!! WHEN ARE THE RESULTS COMING OUT????

TOMORROW???????????????????????

MONDAY??????????

TUESDAY???????????

OR WHAT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

2005-09-14T20:24:00.000+08:00

I learnt something today. Never judge a music score by just looking at its notes.

It's true. You see the score, see many many semi-quavers, you think, oh no. difficult. Then you see no semi-quavers, you think, wow. easy.

Psychology. (-whatever way you spell it.)

It's like that.

And for all you know, it may well be the opposite.

A lesson learnt. (:

2005-09-13T21:09:00.000+08:00

Oh yes. If need be, please remind me to be nice to this...(I shall be straightforward) bloody asshole.

It's not that I want to be. It's because I have to be. No obsession. And please do not start bugging me to tell you why.

2005-09-13T20:26:00.000+08:00

I don't know exactly what's going on in your brain. But why is it always that when you walk past me, it seems as though I am invisible? Sure, I don't stand out of a crowd. But still, hey, I'm not invisible.

You aren't cold towards me. No. You are definitely not. But there just isn't something right.

Ever since that day, you have become like that. Why? I guess it's my fault.

But why does everybody take it that I "dumped" you all? I did not.

I never dumped anybody. I just wanted to...I dunno? Have a wider circle of friends? But it seemed that almost everybody took it that I would never, ever go out for recess with you all again. Why?!

I didn't want to swap friends. I wanted to widen my circle of them. I didn't want to dump them, and be called a traitor.

You think it doesn't affect me huh? You think I'm oh-so-happy ever since that bloody day?

Think again. Not that I'm accusing you of anything.

Not that I'm accusing you of anything, I repeat.

I still wanted to go out with you all for recess sometimes. I can't split myself in two, can I? But no, the way everybody took it was like, once I was closer to them, I would oonly go for recess with them, and only them.

When did I ever say that? Not that I'm saying that you said that though.

I'm a human being, and human beings have emotions. Too much of it to be good for them sometimes, though.

2005-09-12T16:28:00.000+08:00

AAAAAHHHH!!!!!

I'm under mrs tham!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Wait. Should I be happy, or sad? Who's stricter? :/

I really dunno. And I'm about to find out.

Okay. Gotta go.

2005-09-11T15:23:00.000+08:00

I hate it here. If not for the fact that I like the people here, I'd have quitted long ago.

Okay. I'm giving myself no more than 365 days to get outta this hell hole.

No more.

ARGH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Look. My sonata just isn't ready. And, my accompanist can only make it to practise with me on wednesday. That's like, one day just before the exam?! So many stuff to coordinate. Oh jeez. But I can't blame him. Lotsa work. :/

I've learned a lesson. Where possible, play solo pieces. Not sonatas, where pianists are needed. No.

Now, if you'd kindly let me...?

BLOODY HELL. IT'S IN JUST FOUR DAYS TIME. F*** IT, WHY CAN'T THE EXAMINER PUSH IT TO A LATER DAY?????? DAMN IT.

I hope I get fever on that day.

2005-09-11T15:19:00.000+08:00

It is just absolute... hell. Look:

Monday - School
Tuesday - School, Strings 3-6
Wednesday - School, Violin lesson 7-8
Thursday - School, SYO 7-9
Friday - School, Strings 3-6
Saturday - SYTO 12-2, SYO 2-5

WOW. That's...nice. So that leaves me with just monday to enjoy. Which, in practical terms, is nothing to enjoy, since monday is rush-day.

Oh, look. I'm being welcomed.

2005-09-11T14:47:00.000+08:00

PONNED SCHOOL @ (:

2005-09-11T14:42:00.000+08:00

This specialized programme where students do not sit for any major exams.

RIGHT.

Instead, what do we get? A test or 2 every week.

Oh, that's nice.

Oh great there's so many tests coming up!

geog test
maths test
mep test (practical and the other one whatever you call it)

I dunno what else. :/

2005-09-10T15:10:00.000+08:00

How on earth could I have gotten into main?! And with 83 marks!! One of the top 5...I can't believe it.

And there I was, suffering the whole week, thinking I'd end up in training for another year?

Oh jeez. I think I must be a perfectionist or something.

I give you permission to slap me if I get less than 46 marks for mep.

Yep. A true-blooded perfectionist.

2005-09-09T22:20:00.001+08:00

Contrary to what most people think, I find men more generally touchy than women. You say something to a guy, he most often immediately takes it as an insult without even thinking it over, and starts being touchy and moody and sorts.

Women? You gotta give them a chance. They've long been bullied by society for goodness-knows-how-long. You have to forgive them if they are touchy. But hello, they aren't as touchy as men. You tell them something, at least they give it some thought. Men? Nooooooooooo. It's just fight fight fight all the time. Argue argue argue. Touchy touchy touchy. Then they get moody moody moody.

And I thought women were victims of moodswings. :

Guess I was wrong.

I find that guys relate extremely strangely. But I shall not go into details.

I find guys pathetic. Well. Let's see you change my mind.

You know something? I'm beginning to think communism will not be such a bad idea after all.

2005-09-09T22:20:00.000+08:00

2005-09-09T17:31:00.000+08:00

I give you permission to slap me if I get lower than 46 marks for my mep. Call me a perfectionist, call me a self-slavedriver, call me anything you want. I just have to get 46 marks for my mep. No less, but more welcomed. Totally.

Okay. Enough of that. Makes me feel sick. :/

Coming to another point.

When people meet obstacles in life, they either:

1. have suicidal thoughts
2. commit suicide
3. slash their wrists
4. smoke heavily
5. drink in copious amounts

What I'm trying to say is, they waste their whole bloody life away, boozing, until they come into a point in life. They say, I have been wasting my time! Then they start feeling sorry for themselves and expect the whole world to bend their back to help them.

I tell you, I swear never to be like those losers. Today I just met one. Smoking away coolly. That person so totally stank of that foul smell.

I swear never to smoke or drink.

People who do the above mentioned, as I said, are pure-blood losers, who just can't pick themselves up when they are down. They prefer to stay down.

2005-09-08T17:11:00.000+08:00

True Ensemble Players' Golden Rules for Ensemble Playing

1. Everyone should play the same piece.

2. Stop at every repeat sign, and discuss in detail whether to take the repeat or not. The audience will love this a lot!

3. If you play a wrong note, give a nasty look to one of your partners.

4. Keep your fingering chart handy. You can always catch up with the others.

5. Carefully tune your instrument before playing. That way you can play out of tune all night with a clear conscience.

6. Take your time turning pages.

7. The right note at the wrong time is a wrong note, except among the tone-deaf.

8. If everyone gets lost except you, follow those who get lost.

9. Strive to play the maximum NPS (note per second). That way you gain the admiration of the incompetent.

10. Markings for slurs, dynamics and ornaments should not be observed. They are only there to embellish the printed score.

11. If a passage is difficult, slow down. If it's easy, speed it up. Everything will work itself out in the end.

12. If you are completely lost, stop everyone and say, "I think we should tune".

13. Happy are those who have not perfect pitch, for the kingdom of music is theirs.

14. If the ensemble has to stop because of you, explain in detail why you got lost. Everyone will be very interested.

15. A true interpretation is realized when there remains not one note of the original.

16. When everyone else has finished playing, you should not play any notes you have left.

17. A wrong note played timidly is a wrong note. A wrong note played with authority is an interpretation.

2005-09-08T13:49:00.000+08:00

Right. Let's see. How lucky can I get? I think the worst birthday present I can get is getting 45 or lower for me mep.

Tell me all about it.

:/

Oh jeez. I'm so happy. :

2005-09-07T21:34:00.000+08:00

Hmm. Maybe I am looking forward to my birthday. After all, it's the day I was born. And if I don't look forward to my birthday, who will?!

Nobody. Sad.

But don't worry, 19 september! I'm still looking forward to ya!

: DDDDDDDDD

Oh gee. What's got into me? Honestly.

But anyway, it'll be a plain ol' boring birthday. With more gaudy tee-shirts to look forward to. Some pencil boxes if I'm lucky. If I'm real lucky, I might have a pencil box I actually appreciate. Oh yeah. Right. With a Polaroid camera which belongs to the 18th century. (That came from my dear cousin.)

I mean, you wanna get me a camera, get me a 20th century one at least! Don't go and get me those Polaroid shots which develop on the spot, and which sometimes turn up and sometimes don't turn up, and sometimes it just turns out pitch black, if you're really unlucky. I mean like, hello, we're in the 21st century, in case you didn't know...

That's the kind of uncles and aunties and cousins I have. I'm not afraid to insult them, simply because I simply loathe them, simply because they think they're first-class, while my family and I are third-class people.

You get my point?

Oh, I don't think you do. Until you come see my wonderful extended or whatever family for yourself.

Oh jeez.

Oh yeah. Where was I? Oh. Right. Making a list of stuff which'll probably be mine this september 19(though I don't like em)
1. gaudy tshirt no. 1
2. gaudy tshirt no. 2
3. gaudy tshirt no. 3
4. powerpuff girls pencil box
5. super duper sumos file
6. barbie slippers

Okaaaay fine. Maybe I'm just exaggerating.

But then again, who knows?

:/

Okay. Now for what I really want. Though I seriously doubt I'll be able to have them at all. even after Christmas. Getting a watch from my parents What else?! Anyway, for the sake of refreshing my memory. :

1. iPod
2. DIGITAL camera
3. sling bag
4. wallet
5. skirts that'll fit me. :/ not those long flowy types either. :
6. Get a distinction for this extremely important violin exam for once [the exam that'll make a big big difference in my life...]

Sigh. That should be it......

2005-09-07T21:10:00.000+08:00

Okay. My moodswing's over!

HAHHA. It lasted, like, 5 minutes???????

Gosh. The shortest moodswing in history.

But then again, if my moods don't change, why do they call it moodswings?????

Okay. Enough waffling. Enuogh quaffling. Enough yaffling. Enough faffling. Enough caffling.

FINE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Okay. I shall talk about real stuff.

Okay. So. My accompanist's coming tomorrow! That's right, she's coming to my house tomorrow.

Whoever heard of an accompanist coming to the accompanee's house?!

But still. She's nice okay. Coming to my house some more.

Okay. Yeah. AND MY SONATA AIN'T IMPROVING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

AAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

IT'S ON THE 15TH SEPTEMBER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

HEEEEEEEEEEEELP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Gee... I am so not looking forward to my birthday. It's just a day after all. Still 24 hours, 60 minutes in an hour. Nothing special. :/

I just feel so depressed lately. WHY?????? OVER MY DAMN BLOODY BLASTED SONATA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!MY VIOLIN JUST WON'T RESPOND!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

RESPOND!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

RESPOND!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

RESPOND!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

RESPOND!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

RESPOND!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

RESPOND!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

RESPOND!!!!!!!!!!!!!!RESPOND!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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2005-09-07T20:29:00.000+08:00

Is there such a thing as a Hate Club?

If there isn't, I'd like to start one.

But unfortunately, certain parties whom I do not wish to mention might be given unauthorized access and/or knowledge to/of it, which might lead to unmentionable horrible terrible distressing abominable appalling atrocious awful dreadful horrid nasty shocking unagreeable confrontation by the above party mentioned. Although I didn't mention the above party mentioned. :/

Fine. I sound like gbh. With the exception of my wonderful vocabulary, unlike her, who can only count up to 3.

So.

Why do you always mock me with that horrible smile of yours? Why do you like to pretend that my life's horrible compared to yours? Why do you always try to act up whenever you see me? Trying to act cool? Sucking up to teachers? You ain't the girl I knew a long time ago.

You have changed.

Pay no attention to me. Really.

Oh man. I'm blogging about nothing, yet I'm blogging about something! How weird.

And I thought I'd never allow myself to become a victim of moodswings.

Oh well. Things change, don't they?

JUST WHAT THE HELL AM I DOING????????????????????

2005-09-07T18:41:00.000+08:00

Okay. I seriously think these are lame. But oh well. :/

In order to save money, the musicians decided to build their Union Hall themselves. As they proceeded to do the job, gradually the hierarchy of the musicians was reflected in the jobs that they did. The violists found themselves at the bottom of a ditch doing the nastiest of the digging. Above them, supervising, was a trumpet player. One violist turned to another and asked, "How come we're working down here and he's working up there?"
The other responded, "I don't know, but I'll go up there and ask."
The violist crawled up to the top of the ditch. "Why are we down there digging while you're up here supervising?" the violist asked the trumpeter.
"Because I'm smarter than you," was the reply.
"Huh, I don't understand," the confused violist said.
"Allow me to demonstrate," said the trumpeter. He walked up to the nearest tree, put out his open hand in front of the tree and said to the violist, "Hit my hand!"
The violist reared back with his fist and shot a punch at the trumpeter's open hand. At the last instant, the trumpeter moved his hand out of the way so that the violist's fist went slamming into the tree.
"OW!," cried the violist, "I see what you mean." He then returned to the ditch and his friend waiting below.
"Well," said the other violist, "did you find out why he's up there and we're down here?"
"Yes," said the violist, whose hand was still throbbing, "it's because he's smarter than us."
"I don't understand," said his friend.
"Let me explain it to you," said the violist. He then took his open hand and placed it in front of his own face.
"Now," he said, "hit my hand with your shovel!"

A psychiartrist walks into a brain shop, and says to the propriator "Hello. I am here to do some reasearch on human brains. What do you have in stock?"
"Well," propriator began, "We have some Harvard MBA brains at $10 a pound. We also have a few NASA brains going for about $100 a pound. And, just in today, we have some fresh violist brains."
"How much are they?" the scientist inquired.
"$1000 a pound."
"Wow! That's expensive! Every orchestra has them. Why are they so expesive? Are they really high quality?"
"Well, no, they're about average. But, do you know how many violists you have to kill to get a pound of brains?"

2005-09-05T22:22:00.000+08:00

Hmm...let's just say I was bored, and stumbled on this website. Pure accident. (:

A first violinist, a second violinist, a virtuoso violist, and a bass player are at the four corners of a football field. At the signal, someone drops a 100 dollar bill in the middle of the field and they run to grab it. Who gets it?
The second violinist, because:
1. No first violinist is going anywhere for only 100 dollars.
2. There's no such thing as a virtuoso violist.

3. The bass player hasn't figured out what it's all about.

What do you get when you put a diminished chord together with an augmented chord? A demented chord.

Math/Logic Quiz [which I strongly recommend you do not read, for fear of muddling up your poor brain. (: ]

1. Wilson is tired of paying for clarinet reeds. If he adopts a policy of playing only on rejected reeds from his colleagues will he be able to retire on the money he has saved if he invests it in mutual bonds, yielding 8.7%, before he is fired from his job? If not, calculate the probablitity of him ever working in a professional symphony orchestra again!

2. Jethro has been playing the double bass in a symphony orchestra for 12 years, three months and seven days. Each day, his inclination to practice decreases by the equation: (total days in the orchestra) x 0.0076. Assuming he stopped practising altogether four years, six months and three days ago, how long will it be before he is completely unable to play the double bass?

3. Wilma plays in the second violin section, but specializes in making disparaging remarks about conductors and other musicians. The probability of her making a negative comment about any given musician is 4 chances in 7, and for conductors is 16 chances out of 17. If there are 103 musicians in the orchestra and the orchestra sees 26 different conductors each year, how many negative remarks does Wilma make in a two-year period? How does this change if five of the musicians are also conductors? What if six of the conductors are also musicians?

4. Horace is the General Manager of an important symphony orchestra. He tries to hear at least four concerts a year. Assuming that at each concert the orchestra plays a minimum of three pieces per concert, what are the chances that Horace can avoid hearing a single work by Mozart, Beethoven or Brahms in the next ten years?

5. Betty plays in the viola section. Despite her best efforts she is unable to play with the rest of the orchestra and, on average, plays 0.3528 seconds behind the rest of the viola section, which is already 0.16485 seconds behind the rest of the orchestra. If the orchestra is moving into a new concert hall with a reverberation time of 2.7 seconds, will she be able to continue playing this way undetected?

6. Ralph loves to drink coffee. Each week he drinks three more cups of coffee than Harold, who drinks exactly one third the amount that the entire brass section consumes in beer. How much longer is Ralph going to live? Rosemary is unable to play in keys with more than three sharps or flats without making an inordinate number of mistakes. Because her colleagues in the cello section are also struggling in these passages she has so far been able to escape detection. What is the total number of hours they would all have to practice to play the complete works of Richard Strauss?

Okay. Now, I think that is seriously stupid. But wait. There's more.

From: EFFICIENCY & TICKET, LTD., Management Consultants

To: Chairman, The London Symphony Orchestra

Re: Schubert's Symphony No. 8 in B minor.

After attending a rehearsal of this work we make the following observations and recommendations:

We note that the twelve first violins were playing identical notes, as were the second violins. Three violins in each section, suitably amplified, would seem to us to be adequate.

Much unnecessary labour is involved in the number of demisemiquavers in this work; we suggest that many of these could be rounded up to the nearest semiquaver thus saving practice time for the individual player and rehearsal time for the entire ensemble. The simplification would also permit more use of trainee and less-skilled players with only marginal loss of precision.

We could find no productivity value in string passages being repeated by the horns; all tutti repeats could also be eliminated without any reduction of efficiency.

In so labour-intensive an undertaking as a symphony, we regard the long oboe tacet passages to be extremely wasteful. What notes this instrument is called upon to play could, subject to a satisfactory demarcation conference with the Musician's Union, be shared out equitably amongst the other instruments.

Conclusion: if the above recommendations are implemented the piece under condsideration could be played through in less than half an hour with concomitant savings in overtime, lighting and heating, wear and tear on the instruments and hall rental fees. Also, had the composer been aware of modern cost-effective procedures he might well have finished this work.

Now. That'd be really handy. Assured I will fully support anybody who supports this theory who supports me supporting this theory who are supporting the people who made this theory who has the full support of everybody who is suffering.

Fine.

I have one more! And it's really funny too. Haha. Only to those who understand, that is. Anyway, no offence to anybody! After all, it's just a joke. :

TOBY APPEL'S GUIDE TO THE ORCHESTRA

The members of the orchestra are divided into four sections. These are woodwinds, the strings, the brass, and the percussion. There's also someone standing in front of all these other folks playing no instrument at all. This would be the conductor. It is generally required that the conductor is required to make musical decisions and to hold all of the instruments together in a cohesive interpretation of any given work. Not so. Rather, the conductor is necessary because the four groups would rather eat Velveeta than have anything to do with someone from another section. And, as we know, musicians are quite serious about their food.

Why all the animosity? Before I begin my explanation, let me set the record straight in plain English about some of the characteristics which typify the four groups.

Woodwind players have IQs in the low- to mid-genius range. Nerds with coke-bottle glasses and big egos, blowers tend to be extremely quiet, cowering behind bizarre-looking contraptions - - their instruments - - so nobody will notice them. It is often difficult to discern whether a wind player is male or female.

String players are neurotic prima donnas who won't even shake your hand for fear of permanent injury. A string player will never look you directly in the eye. They never bathe carefully - - or often.

Brass players are loud-mouthed drunkards who bully everyone, with the possible and occasional exception of a stray percussionist. They like to slick their hair back. Nobody knows why.
Percussionists are insensitive oafs who constantly make tasteless jokes at the expense of the strings and woodwinds. They look very good in concert attire but have the worst table manners of all musicians. They are always male, or close enough.

Now, is it any wonder orchestra members have little to do with anyone outside of their own section? For the answer to this and other pertinent questions we will need to examine the individual instrument and the respective - - if not respected - - players within each section.

The Woodwinds:

Oboe players are seriously nuts. They usually develop brain tumors from the extreme air pressure built up over the years of playing this rather silly instrument. Oboists suffer from a serious Santa Claus complex, spending all their waking hours carving little wooden toys for imaginary children, although they will tell you they are putting the finishing touches on the world's greatest reed. Oboists can't drive and always wear clothes one size too small. They all wear berets and have special eating requirements which are endlessly annoying and which are intended to make them seem somewhat special.

English horn players are losers, although they dress better than oboists. They cry at the drop of a beret.

Bassoon players are downright sinister. They are your worst enemy, but they come on so sweet that it's really hard to catch them at their game. Here's an instrument that's better seen than heard. Bassoon players like to give the impression that theirs is a very hard instrument to play, but the truth is that the bassoon only plays one or two notes per piece and is therefore only heard for a minute in any given evening. In order to keep their jobs, however - - and this is their only real concern - - they act up a storm doing their very best to look busy, usually by raising and lowering their eyebrows at an alarming rate.

It takes more brawn, and slightly less brain, to play contrabassoon. They are available at pawnshops in large numbers - - the instruments as well as the players - - and play the same three or four numbers as the tuba, although not quite as loudly or beautifully.

Okay, now we come to the flute. Oversexed and undernourished is the ticket here. The flute player has no easier time of getting along with the rest of the orchestra than anyone else, but that won't stop them from sleeping with everyone. Man and woman alike, makes no difference. The bass flute is not even worth mentioning. Piccolos, on the other hand, belong mainly on the fifty yard line of a football field where the unfortunate audience can maintain a safe distance.

The clarinet is, without a doubt, the easiest of all orchestral instruments to play. Clarinets are cheap, and the reeds are literally a dime a dozen. Clarinetists have lots of time and money for the finest wines, oriental rugs, and exotic sports cars. They mostly have no education, interest, or talent in music, but fortunately for them they don't need much. Clarinets come in various sizes and keys - - nobody knows why. Don't ask a clarinetist for a loan, as they are stingy and mean. Some of the more talented clarinets can learn to play the saxophone. Big deal.

The Stings: Let's continue now with the real truth about this section. We begin with the string family's smallest member: the violin. The violin is a high-pitched, high-tension instrument. It's not an easy instrument to play. Lots of hard music is written for this instrument. Important things for a violinist to keep in mind are: Number one - - the door to your studio should be left slightly open so that everyone can hear your brilliant practice sessions. Number two: you should make disparaging remarks about the other violinists whenever possible, which is most of the time. And number three: you should tell everyone how terribly valuable your instrument is until they drool.

The viola is a large and awkward instrument, which, when played, sounds downright disgusting. Violists are the most insecure members of the string section. Nothing can be done about this. Violists don't like to be made fun of and therefore find ways of making people feel sorry for them. They wear shabby clothes so that they'll look as if they've just been dragged under a train. It works quite well.

People who play the cello are simply not good looking. They have generally chosen their instrument because, while in use, the cello hides 80% of its player's considerable bulk. Most cellists are in analysis, which won't end until they can play a scale in tune or, in other words, never. Cellists wear sensible shoes and always bring their own lunch.

Double bass players are almost completely harmless. Most have worked their way up through the ranks of a large moving company and are happy to have a secure job in a symphony orchestra or anywhere. The fact that it takes at least ten basses to make an audible sound tends to make these simple-minded folks disappear into their woodwork, but why do they drive such small cars?

Plucked and Hammered Strings:

Harpists are gorgeous. And they always know it. They often look good into their late eighties. Although rare as hen's teeth, male harpists are equally beautiful. Harpists spend their time perfecting their eye-batting, little-lost-lamb look so they can snare unsuspecting wind players into carrying their heavy gilded furniture around. Debussy was right - - harpists spend half their life tuning and the other half playing out of tune.

Pianists in the symphony orchestra work the least and complain the most. They have unusually large egos and, because they can only play seated, also have the biggest butts. When they make mistakes, which is more often than not, their excuse is that they have never played on that particular piano before. Oh, the poor darlings.

The Brass:

Trumpet players are the scum of the earth. I'll admit, though, they do look good when they're all cleaned up. They'll promise you the world, but they lie like a cheap rug. Sure, they can play soft and pretty during rehearsal, but watch out come concert time! They're worse than lawyers, feeding off the poor, defenseless, weaker members of the orchestra and loving every minute of it. Perhaps the conductor could intercede? Oh, I don't think so.

Trombone players are generally the nicest brass players. They do tend to drink quite heavily, however, and perhaps don't shine the brightest headlights on the highway, but they wouldn't hurt you. They don't count well but stay pretty much out of the way anyway. Probably because they know just how stupid they look when they play. It's a little-known fact that trombone players are unusually good bowlers. This is true. They're the folks to call with all your pharmaceutical questions.

Regarding the French horn, I have only two words of advice: stay away. Horn players are piranhas. They'll steal your wallet, lunch, boyfriend, or wife given half a chance - - or no chance at all. They have nothing to live for and aren't afraid of ruining your life. The pressure is high for them. If they miss a note, they get fired. If they don't miss a note, they rub your nose in it and it doesn't smell so sweet.

The kind-hearted folks who play the tuba are good-looking and smart. They'd give you the shirt off their back. The tuba is one of the most interesting to take in the bath with you. It's a crying shame that there's only one per orchestra. Would that it could be different.

The Percussion:

These standoffish fools who get paid perfectly good money for blowing whistles and hitting things don't deserve the considerable space they are allotted on the stage. Aside from the strange coincidence that all percussionists hail from the Deep South, another little known, but rather revealing fact is, there are no written percussion parts in the standard orchestral repertory. Percussion players do have music stands, and they do use them - - to look at girlie magazines. Percussionists play whatever and whenever they damn well feel like it, and it's always too loud! The ones with a spark of decency and intelligence play timpani.

Most percussionists are deaf, but those who play timpani pretend to tune their instruments for the sake of the ignorant and easily-duped conductor.

The guy with the short nose who plays the cymbals is no Einstein, but he's also one of the best guys to share a room with on tour. Cymbal players don't practice - - I guess they figure it's bad enough to have to listen to those things at the concert.

Percussionists pretend to have lots of kids whose toys can be seen quite often shaken, dropped, or manhandled to great effect. Whole percussion sections can be seen now and then on various forms of public transportation, where they practice getting up and down as a group. This represents the only significant challenge to a percussionist.

And that just about does it. I trust that this little tour has enlightened you just a little bit to the mysterious inner world of the symphony orchestra. This world, one which is marked by the terrible strain of simple day-to-day survival, is indeed not an easy one. Perhaps now you will be a bit more understanding of the difficulties which face a modern-day concert artist. And so, the next time you find yourself at the symphony, take a moment to look deeply into the faces of the performers on the stage and imagine how much more difficult their lives are than yours.

This is surely what's on their minds ... if anything.

2005-09-05T18:28:00.000+08:00

One Chinese walks into a bar in America late one night and he saw Steven Spielberg. As he was a great fan of his movies, he rushes over to him, and asks for his autograph. Instead, Spielberg gives him a slap and says, "You Chinese people bombed our Pearl Habour, get outta here."

The astonished Chinese man replied, "It was not the Chinese who bombed yourPearl Harbour, it was the Japanese".

"Chinese, Japanese, Taiwanese, you're all the same," replied Spielberg.

In return, the Chinese gives Spielberg a slap and says, "You sank theTitanic, my forefathers were on that ship."

Shocked, Spielberg replies, "It was the iceberg that sank the ship, not me."

The Chinese replies, "Iceberg, Carlsberg, Spielberg, you're all the same."

2005-09-04T21:34:00.000+08:00

Really... Remind me to consider taking up a career involving physocology next time. (:

I just seem to be able to read into people's minds. It's like, I finish their sentences for them. Okay, maybe that's normal. But anyway, I know what's going on in their mind. It's like, there's no need for them to say anything...I get it. Not like some people (a-hem michelle) to whom you must explain the whole sad story in extreme detail. And even then, sometimes you have to say the whole sad story a few times before it gets into their thick head. Okay, okay. The last part ain't for you. It's for somebody else. Don't worry, natalie. That person's an ex-classmate...a GIRL, by the way.

Anyway, what was I saying? I mean, what was I going to say? Sheesh. I sound like I'm talking. :/

Anyway, oh yeah. I have this special way of shaking people whom you dislike, but they insist on thinking that you love them, and so, end up tagging after you every minute of the day, hounding you every hour of the week. (oh sheesh. my english sucks...) Anyway, like I was saying. Here's the special method. (:

Person comes tagging after you...
You smile at him/her...(look! this is important okay! you'll see why)
He/she starts the usual irritating jabbering...
You just stare into space and be lost into reverie(okay. my english really sucks)...
If she still doesn't get the hint, and continues talking away...
You just say blankly suddenly, "oh, HI!!!!"
Of course, you walk off. Quickly.
Then, she'll be left standing there like an idiot...
Hopefully, she'll still be talking supposedly to 'you', for which you are not there...
Then, people'd think she's nuts!

Okay fine. It's lame, but trust me, it works. Although I haven't found a person blur enough to continue talking after I've walked away. :/

Okay, hope I don't sound cruel. But trust me, I know people who are more reude than that.

2005-09-03T16:55:00.000+08:00

How was my SYTO assessment? One word: Screwed.

Okay. Yeah. Then about yesterday. Went to esplanade. Watched this violinist from Germany(I think?) , by the name of maria elisabeth lott.

Was so freaked out, saw mr chan there. He kept giving me that why you never come for practice today???? look. Plus, he looked super scandalized. Don't ask me why. He always looks like that anyway.

Then, I thought I saw him/her. Same bag...same style of dressing...same haircut...same way of walking. I was so freaked out. The last thing I wanted to do at the moment was to go check if it was him.

Oh and I realised that his/her sense of dressing isn't exactly the WORST. I saw a guy clad in what looked like white and blue striped pyjamas. Another one wore super baggy shirt. And I mean baggy as in baggier thatn his/hers. Yet another one wore this really TRANSLUCENT shirt......another one reminded me of sushilla. Bright green from top to toe! Well...at least the shoes were a slightly darker shade of green. :/

Of course, I'd like to make it clear that I was talking about guys. Girls dress okay. They always do.

2005-09-03T15:15:00.000+08:00

Some people's goal in life is simply to make everyone's life miserable. They think it's funny. Well, I don't. I just hate that personality in them. PERSONALITY. They are nice...without that personality.

Unfortunately, there are alot in my class. And who would have thought, but the teacher is one of them too? One of the major ones, in fact.

So. You. Think. It's. Funny. Huh.

hahahahahahahahahahahaha. - grimace

I have enough troubles already. Don't add to the list. Don't say that it isn't anything serious. Do you like walking along the corridor and hearing whispers of: "she's obsessed with him"? Because I don't. And am not obsessed with him.

Does being angry at him count as obsessive?

If you think so, go dunk your head in mud.

That is, if.

I'm in just such a fucking bad mood today. Don't ask me why. It'll just make me even more frustrated. As if it's not enough already.

So. You think I'm very happy with my marks. You think that it's great that the whole wide beautiful world should know that I scored a B3 for my mep. I wouldn't have scored a B3 for my mep had they not based the whole assessment on practically ONE MISERABLE COMPOSITION. In fact, I think it's just based on that. Because that's the same, exact mark I got for that particular composition. I mean, hello. I'm sure you had to compose many times as well. Did all of them turn out right? Some sucked WORSE THAN MINE I'm sure.

We're humans. Humans make mistakes. And other humans should allow for other humans to make mistakes.

Anyway, you'll see. You will have to swallow your words next term. You'll see. You want good mep grades huh? I'll give you more than that.

Mark my words.

2005-09-02T17:03:00.000+08:00

You wanna be funny, huh? I can be funny too. Wanna just walk off and smile at me unconcernedly huh? I can do that too. You are such a pain in the butt. Stop smiling at me mockingly. You want a piece of me, huh? I'll give you more than a piece. I'll give you a piece of my mind too.

:/

Now. Stupid MEP. There's a reason why he put me on thursday, 2:10 pm, after her. Why her? It can be anybody else. It can be michelle...michelle...or michelle...xixian...xianhui...teoliang...wengjun... jessica...amanda...cassandra. It can be anybody. Why her? There's a reason behind it. And I know what it is.

It just has to be because of that. Why else?

2005-09-01T20:52:00.000+08:00

Lately, I have been having this obsession. No, my dear natalie, it's not an obsession with you, or michelle, or, worst of all, that person, but my violin. (:

So, I just decided to er...create this skin. Well, not exactly create, cos the layout is somebody else's, but the I got the picture from the net myself. Not exactly mine either. I got lots of feedback the moment I started using it. Spooky. Not clear. Ugly.

The worst comment: WHAT ON EARTH IS...THAT THING???

I tell you, that was like, the worst insult in my life.

Anyway, I like this picture, this is my blog, not your blog, so I can do whatever I like with my blog. You go do whatever you want with yours.

2005-09-01T16:53:00.000+08:00

People seem to think I have this obsession with this form teacher. Which, of course, most definitely, obviously, I don't have. But I think it's not so obvious to some people. I've had my fair share of persecution. Already no less than 10 people have approached me asking me whether I have a crush on him. The more subtle people ask me whether I have an obsession with him.

Look, I appreciate your concern about me. But let me make this clear. I have never had an obsession for any male person. The only obsessions I have are: 1) the computer, of course 2) my violin. Nothing else.

Why would I ever have an obsession with a guy who makes sick jokes about me behind my back all day? Who has no absolutely no dress sense? Who's a real slave driver? Why?

The reason I scream over my blog, and over msn, is simply because I cannot do that in real life. Just think what'd happen. People'd think I really have a crush on him. Hello? Welcome to earth. I. Do. Not. Have. An. Obsession. Or. Crush. On. Him. Geddit. Or. Not. ?

If you STILL don't get it, I think you're the dumbest, stupidest, most idiotic, moronic person on earth. YES. I MEAN IT.

By now, if you STILL aren't convinced, f*** off.

Or should I spell it out for you?

2005-09-01T16:38:00.000+08:00

I AM NOT OBSESSED WITH THIS PARTICULAR GUY WHOSE SENSE OF DRESSING IS TOO HORRIBLE TO MENTION. THE SAME GUY WHO WON THE MR STYLO MILO AWARD, AND WAS NOMINATED FOR MR SUNSHINE.

Shall I repeat myself? Maybe you didn't hear quite well.

I AM NOT OBSESSED WITH THIS PARTICULAR GUY WHOSE SENSE OF DRESSING IS TOO HORRIBLE TO MENTION. THE GUY WHO WON THE MR STYLO MILO AWARD, AND WAS NOMINATED FOR MR SUNSHINE.

Wait. I don't think you quite heard it. Your ears need to be freed of ear-wax. It's okay. For your sake, I shall end up deafening all others who can hear. At least better than you.

I AM NOT OBSESSED WITH THIS PARTICULAR GUY WHOSE SENSE OF DRESSING IS TOO HORRIBLE TO MENTION. THE GUY WHO WON THE MR STYLO MILO AWARD, AND WAS NOMINATED FOR MR SUNSHINE.

2005-08-31T15:28:00.000+08:00

Lately, I've been reflecting on my personality lately. Yeah, I'm not one who reflects, much less on my personality. But well, I was reflecting, so let's not go into details.

I realised that in my lifetime, I have most probably made more enemies than friends. Given my extremely difficult personality, only a few who manage to unravel the er...nicer side of me. Few manage to do so. Most probably give up, owing to the fact that I won't be my true self next to anybody. More often than not, they just give up and dump me. Anyway, it's okay. I'm used to it.

Back to my difficult personality. I do realise that I'm often irritating, yeah? I agree...sometimes I should just learn to zip my mouth shut. Though more often than not, when I attempt to, it just bounces back and even worse stuff comes outta my mouth. Anyway, it's not just that. There's plenty of other stuff. But I just don't wanna mention them.

Now. Sheesh. I do realise that in primary school, I only had on-the-surface friends. Yes. At the first sign of trouble, they'd make all sorts of excuses to run off.

Few people have seen the true me. And lived to continue being my friend, that is. Well. There's only 1, 2, 3, 4 people I'd call my true friends. Outside family. That's pretty pathetic, isn't it?

Sometimes I just wish I was never born. Did anyone ask me whether I wanted to be born? Nobody. And yet, here's my parents telling me to be grateful for having been born.

Anyway, like they say, treasure life for it's short.

Guess I'll just have to make the most out of my misery. :

2005-08-30T15:36:00.000+08:00

Take a look at this. It's really...nevermind. I dunno how to describe it. Don't worry, it's clean.
http://304302.myshoutbox.com/go/?u=http://www.lowmorale.co.uk/creep/

2005-08-29T14:46:00.000+08:00

Lately, I seem to have been losing this particularly helpful sixth sense - telepathy. It is helpful in the sense that one doesn't need to talk or use hand gestures - you can actually sense what that person is thinking and or wants you to do. Particularly helpful especially when teachers are around.

But well, my mum says that telepathy, or the ability to read into people's minds, can be helpful, yet dangerous at times. Oh well. :/ I still like it though. (:

Besides, it's more than helpful at times. Like, when someone's in trouble. But you are not there...not too far away, but away enought to be called away. Then you can actually sense something's wrong. That once happened to me. My friend had fallen down, gotten a bad scrape on her knee. Not life endangering, but well, it's still painful. I was a couple of metres away, not too far away, but I couldn't see her and neither could she. I just felt this weird prickling sensation on my neck all of a sudden, so I decided to check out on my friend, see whether she was okay. Yeah. And that's when I saw she had injured herself.

Another time, my parents, my sis and I were searching for my grandfather's grave. They had totally forgotten where it was, and I had never visited his grave before. My parents couldn't find it, so they decided to go home. I was staring in front of me, then suddenly this thought flashed in my mind - go there. I told my parents, they were reluctant to go there again, saying that they had already looked there. Anyway, I insisted, and true enough, they found it there.

Weird, you might say. Anyway, those happened when I was younger, about P4. I seem to be losing my precious sixth sense now! Is this what happens when you grow up? If that is so, I don't want to grow up. Ever.

I want to remain a at thirteen forever. This year has been the most enjoyable(despite my horrible ppr) ! I don't ever want it to end.

I wanna go back in time to the start of this year.

2005-08-28T08:18:00.000+08:00

How DID I manage to survive these past days?

1. Duster saga
2. leesiewfoong...no need to explain
3. gbh barging into our classes
4. extreme traumatism
5. I hate somebody B
6. somebody HAD to start grinning like farmer
7. I shall have a phobia of wet and smelly socks forever
8. boring mep classes
9. tw periods with lsf screaming at us not to walk about unless we had her blessed
permission
10.stupid tagboard saga (by the way. If farmer HAD been here, none of this would
have happened.)

Great. This is all I need. Missing that guy. :/ Anyway...what was I going to say? Oh yeah. I hope he’s coming back on the 29th, tomorrow that is. Just can’t stand it. Every other thing seems to get wrong when he ain't here. Gee, who'd have thought terrorism helps? Used to hate it.

2005-08-27T10:20:00.000+08:00

Why do I just suck at everything?

Even my violin. It's just going down, down, down. Piano. Better not say.

My studies.

It's just anything and everything......

Is it because I'm stupid? I mean like, hello? I didn't pay much attention in primary school as well. And, in the start of the year, I was like, REALLy paying attention! But did I get at least an A2? NO!!!!! I had to get B3, B4, C5 and even C6. This term, what did I get an A1 for? (at least I haven't got all the marks yet...and my math improved. DAMN IT. If i had handed it in on time, I could have gottne A2!!!! DAMN DAMN DAMN IT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!) Where was I? Oh yeah. so far, to the best of my knowledge, I got an A1 for ART. NOW. Isn't that just fantastic?

This will probably look like my marks:

English C5 (if i'm lucky)
Maths B3
English Literature C5
History A2 (if i'm lucky)
Geography B3 (most probably)
Art A1
Chinese B4
Physics B3
MEP...B3 (my last composition sucked terribly.)

I HATE MYSELF. I'D LIKE TO REMAIN IN FAITH, THANKEW VERY MUCH. HOWEVER MUCH I SAY WE HAVE CLOSE TO ZERO AMOUNT OF CLASS SPIRIT, I STILL WANT TO REMAIN IN FAITH!!!!!!

I LOVE FAITH, THANK YOU VERY MUCH.

2005-08-27T10:17:00.000+08:00

Just For Laughs!

A couple in their nineties are both having problems remembering things.

They decide to go to the doctor for a checkup. The

doctor tells them that they're physically okay, but they might want

to start writing things down to help them remember. Later that night

while watching TV, the old man gets up from his chair.

His wife asks, "Where are you going?"

"To the kitchen," he replies.

"Will you get me a bowl of ice cream?"

"Sure."

"Don't you think you should write it down so you can remember it?"

she asks. "No, I can remember it."

"Well, I'd like some strawberries on top, too. You'd

better write it down because you know you'll forget it."

He says, "I can remember that! You want a bowl of

ice-cream with strawberries."

"I'd also like whipped cream. I'm certain you'll

forget that, so you'd better write it down!" she retorts.

Irritated, he says, "I don't need to write it down, I

can remember it! Leave me alone! Ice cream with strawberries and

whipped cream - I got it, for goodness sake!"

Then he grumbles into the kitchen.

After about 20 minutes, the old man returns from the kitchen and

hands his wife a plate of bacon and eggs. She stares at the plate

for a moment and says, "Where's my toast?"

Three old guys are out walking.

First one says, "Windy, isn't it?"

Second one says, "No, it's Thursday!"

Third one says, "So am I. Let's go get a beer."

2005-08-26T20:15:00.000+08:00

I've got all the awards names for teachers! Or whatever you call it. (:

Mr Pain-in-the-Butt award goes to Mr Wong YF. So does Mr Sicko. And so does Mr Biased. And so does Mr Crap. Mr Classic Wong? NO WAY. But Mr Farmer does. And suits him best I think, what with his farmer-hairstyle and baggy clothes. A hoe would suit him perfectly. Only thing is that he's so...(alright. I shall be nice...) fair. As in his skin. A farmer's supposed to have a tan right? At least one who works in a farm... which this one definitely does... 1F...geddit......(Five awards. But none of them complimentary. ) [Too bad, farmer. ]

Mrs Tweety's-Wife award goes to Mrs Doris Tan.

Mrs Hurry-up-my-Period-is-Ending goes to Mrs Agnes Seet. So does Mrs One-faith-you-are-very-Slow-did-you-know-that goes to her as well. She gets double awards! :\

Ms-Daffy-Duck award goes to Mishyai.

Mr Teapot award will be proudly conferred to...you got it. Mr goon tick tock. OOPS. Sorry. Mr Gan Tok Tin.

Mr Took-my-girlfriend-ballroom-dancing-last-night goes to Mr Seth Tan. So does fly boy...althought that's kinda sickening...I think they'll try to miss that out. Oh yeah. Mr Here's-my-ball-take-it will go to him as well. But I think they'll purposely try to miss that our as well.

Ms-Does-Not-Let-her-pupils-finish-their-art-properly goes to Ms Gwee. So does ms impatience. And Ms moron.

Mr One-Faith-did-you-do-your-morning-jog will go to Mr Alan Ho. So will Mr Stop-dropping-the-tabble-tennis-balls-about.

Well. Guess I'm kinda cruel towards them. And some are not really true. But anyway, who cares? They made us pay about $2 or $3 for them to have an elaborate teachers' day dinner. Anyway, some of them are just too true to be true.

2005-08-24T22:06:00.000+08:00

Okay, I know I shouldn't be posting, but I couldn't resist. Anyhow, money can never buy friendship. Neither can endless packets of snacks.

In order to be true friends with somebody, you have to be trustworthy. No spitefulness. When things go wrong, you don't resort to stealing that person's stuff. Neither do you go round impersonating that person, putting lewd stuff that that person supposedly had written. And you don't go round chasing that person, making that poor person talk to you like a good friend you have known for a hundred years.

Most unfortunately, you do those crude stuff.

Oh yeah. And if my stuff goes missing, I'll know who to look for.

After all, you can't escape from justice forever, you know.

2005-08-21T22:03:00.000+08:00

I guess I had things way too easy. Learning the violin, it was success, success and success all the way. Until I reached grade 8. I guess this is why I've always been so impatient with people who don't succeed as easily, and that's why I become impatient with myself when I don't understand something, owing to the fact that things came by my way far too easily.

I have failed to fail in order to succeed.

Exactly why I can't relate to others who have not achieved success that easily. I mean, sure they succeeded. But after hardships.

Now that I have to endure hardships, I realise that it's a hard and rocky road ahead. Few people would want it.

But I'm gonna take that road. And......

I'm gonna succeed. Even if I try, but still I fail many times, I'm never gonna give up. And that's a promise I will keep til my last breath.

One more thing. I'm going to stay completely off the computer from monday til thursday. I will only turn on the computer for absolutely necessary stuff.

2005-08-21T16:58:00.000+08:00

Is dumbledore dead?

Oh sheesh. I can't believe I'm actually talking about this.

But I hope he isn't.

And I think he isn't.

Of course, there's every possibility he is dead. But then again, not many people want that I guess.

Well. If you want to think that dumbledore is not dead, go to www.dumbledoreisnotdead.com .

It'll make you think he's not dead. Though I hafta admit, some clues are kinda...stupid.

Well. Yeah. But I ain't gonna tax my brain thinking about whether he's dead.

After all, why should I? Just wait for the next book to come out. Hopefully, it will not be the last book.

ARGH. WHEN IS THE NEXT BOOK COMING OUT?????????????????????????????

2005-08-17T16:56:00.000+08:00

For me, the dikir puteri song holds a lot of memories for me...The crazy last-minute practices...the grumbling about our having to kneel when other classes could sit. The dumb and ridiculous keeping of handphones by farmer when we had practice once... Seeing farmer dance and grin his stabbed-in-the-back-but-still-valiantly-trying-to-smile grin. But hey, that grin means that he's happy...and he being happy is good...anything better than seeing him lose his temper...yucks. Still remember that day in term 1 when he searched our bags...was so freaky. He was like, so angry okay?

Anyhow, like I said before, I say it again. Those judges are deaf and dumb. Not only that, they shouldn't be called judges at all......

Anyway. I still can remember our actions! Isn't that amazing?! At least mine. I still can do it right now...but not the kneeling part of course...that'd be...painful.

Okay. Bye. I hafta go now.

2005-08-16T20:30:00.000+08:00

Mep today with occ was boring...very factual. She was going so fast. Can her handwriting be bigger? But I must say that HE'S worse when it comes to writing. His handwriting is sooooo untidy and illegible, he uses red or green markers which have, like no ink left?

Anyway, people liked her teaching. You know what? It's not that I like farmer or anything, but I just prefer his style of teaching. Yeah, sure when it comes to music he's really strict...can make people cry too. But guess what. Too bad he's really good in music, so obviously he has a higher standard and can't stand people who don't take music seriously... If he were like leesiewfoong...heh. There's no need to say any further is there? Those people who played on monday...including our string ensemble...would've gotten hell from him.

"Jessica! Your posture is horrible!"

"Wengjun! Out of TUNE!!!"

"MICHELLE! You have absolutely NO SENSE OF RHYTHM!!!!!!"

"Amanda and Suxian! You two are not playing for a funeral!!"

"Mary-anne! Stop looking as if you are going to die!!! And your bow! WATCH IT!!!"

"Cassandra! YOU TOO! Watch your bow...and your INTONATION!!!"

"Seriously, this sounds like really last-minute work. I believe you people did not have a single serious practice til last week, correct? Your co-ordination wasn't too bad, but your intonation!!!"

"I WANT TO SEE A BETTER PERFORMANCE NEXT TIME. ALTHOUGH ON THE WHOLE, THIS WAS NOT TOO BAD. BUT I BELIEVE YOU PEOPLE CAN DO BETTER."

The usual farmer. Quick to give sacarstic comments, unwilling to praise......

Unlike leesiewfoong...

"On the whole, this is very good. They actually bothered to come up to me, show me the score, ask me if it's okay! And they were ready to play the moment I called them! (althought they took so long to set up...) And their playing was extremely well-co-ordinated. Because seven people very hard to co-ordinate and play together, you know or not? So it's a very good effort for them! Keep it up!"

HEH. Considering we only played the saturday before the monday we were playing. We kinda panicked, y'see?

Haha.

But I still prefer farmer.

ARGH. High-pitched voice!!!!!!!!

Can't stand it.

2005-08-14T07:49:00.000+08:00

That...idiot. Liu yi will never do such a thing! Not that I know her very well...but one thing I'm definitely sure about:

Liu yi will never ever do such a disgusting thing.

I tell you, the imposter deserves to get...kicked...outta...

You get my point?

It's bad enough having our class labelled as 'unparticipative'. Do you want people to refer to our class as the grossly disgusting class too? Because, one thing. I'm quite sure that person is in 1Faith. But hey, I'm not accusing any of you. I'm talking to the idiot who did it, whoever she may be, whether from 1F or not.

And it's obscene......what that idiot wrote. Really obscene.

Don't you ever ask me what the heck am I talking about.

2005-08-13T10:39:00.000+08:00

Miss Lee is er, nice. But she's not our type...as in...okay fine. I don't like her. Full-stop. Those who prefer her...can...go...to......

Naturally, on hearing that farmer was going to some reservist camp in Thailand, I was happy. But THEN, on hearing that the 'fat lady' (as he calls her) was taking over as our temporary form teacher, I almost fainted. I mean, I CAN imagine her taking our general music class, but...FORM TEACHER?!?!?!

It's really REALLY absurd!

UNTHINKABLE!

REALLY! What EXACTLY were they thinking off when they decided to have misslee take over as temp. ft?! She does NOT talk…...he SCREAMS. She doesn’t sing...she pushes her lungs full-blast. What more need I say? She......oh god. Forget it. I don't wanna talk about this.

But can you imagine her taking over civics and moron education?! Water, electricity, electricity, water?????? It won't be fun ever again...until he comes back......

AAAAHHHHH!!!!!!!!

Can we have another temp. ft instead??????????

Even STJK and his GF would be a better option......

And now, stupid teachers like sushilla and agnesseet are probably going to take over all our teamwork periods...and what good will it do to have the period at all?!?! It just gives us more headache!

2005-08-12T20:34:00.000+08:00

Dead passion revived. Off to practise! (:

2005-08-11T19:59:00.000+08:00

I don't know you anymore......

I still remember the time when I was a baby...I saw so many pictures of you and me together... I just can't bear to look at them. I start to cry. Maybe I really have been a bad daughter? Now, you enforce so many rules! You even said I was not to be familiar with you anymore. What is the title 'mother' for then? You don't know me, and neither do I. You are a total stranger!

I see my other friends...I see the relationship with not just their mother...their dad too... I just feel so jealous. Not that I want my parents to behave exactly like them. Yeah, you love me. But I just can't love you like I used to! I'm really sorry if I have hurt you in anyway...which I suspect I have, many many times.

I respect you even though you think I don't. I love you too...but it is a distant and border-line type of love.

But I can't talk to you comfortably! So much so that I've taken other adults as 'substitutes'. I feel more comfortable with that person than with you. Yeah. I guess I'm being plain stupid. But I just need somebody in my life. You don't understand. You think we're still living in the 60s!

I want to laugh and joke with you. I want to talk for hours with you. I want to hug you. But I can't! I just plain can't. You don't understand me.

I, Mary-Anne, am myself and nobody else.

I don't want to be labelled a 'number 2' or something.

Sometimes I just think that all this is just a bad dream. I'll wake up soon...you'll be the person I love most again......

Till then.

2005-08-10T19:39:00.000+08:00

AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I CANNOT LIVE WITHOUT THE SONG!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

THIS IS JUST SO GREAT. I NEED TO GO TO SCHOOL. HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO GET THROUGH SCHOOL WITHOUT LISTENING TO THE SONG??!?!?!?!?!

I AM ADDICTED!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

AAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

SOMEBODY HEEEEEEELP MEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I just canNOT live without this song. What's so nice about it?

It's as if this song is my life......everytime I listen to it, memories barred flood my head......and guess what...sometimes I cry...again.

But WHY?!?! Why does this song have this strange hold on me? That's what I want to know.

2005-08-10T18:21:00.000+08:00

I'm sorry. It's just that...if you people don't do well, it'll never be your fault. It'll be mine. It's like that. Sometimes I just wanna quit. But then I think, why the hell should I quit?! I said I'd join, so I join all the way! Bloody hell.

Believe me. Everybody will be pointing fingers at me. Especially my mum. You people just don't understand. Every bloody thing is my fault. Even instant noodle cooking. Must, MUST put this exact amount of water. Remember when nat, rachq, michlyy and me did the our father thingy?

HE BLAMED ME FOR IT NOT TURNING OUT WELL. Huh? So then I got a scolding from my mum for not having enough leadership skills apparently.

Fine.

I'm in just a bloody rotten mood today.

Oh yeah. AND I put up the Bikir Darat song. I know, jessica, it soooo does NOT go with this skin, but who cares anyway? I'm addicted to this song......

Oh yeah. If anyone finds a suitable-er skin which actually goes wel with the bikir darat song, dikir puteri, please tell me.

Tank you.

2005-08-08T21:58:00.000+08:00

Y'know, I was listening to the Dikir Puteri. It sure brings back memories......I cried after listening to it. Yes. Believe it or not, I cried. Looking back, you think of all those stupid last-minute practices. You think about during the judging time. You think about our dancing together. You think about seeing your form teacher dancing like a mad-man. You think of so many things! I feel so sad. For him as well. We worked so damn bloody hard. We put our poor ankles under torture. And they gave us a consolation prize for that? I just feel like murdering them right now. I bet no other class actually KNELT.

I just feel so sad. There's no turning back of time! I want to relive the practices again...I want to do everything over again...even torturing my ankles. I want to re-learn the song......I want to do so many things! But there's no turning back...why did this afternoon go by so fast? I want it to be 6:45 am again...I want to be the first person in the classroom(not counting xixian)...stand there...look at our last-minute decorations...anticipate the afternoon......

Right now, all that is on my mind is why, why, WHY? It isn't fair......

Now, he's going for some reservist thingy...it'll be even worse. Can only imagine how he would probably feel. Don't be fooled by his expression. He is a master of disguise.

Just think. If we are the dancers, and we feel like this, can you imagine how the person who choreographed the dance movements would feel like?
Ok fine. I shall stop talking about this. It is of no use at all. I think about it, and I start crying...... After all, there is no turning back of time...if only such a thing existed......

2005-08-08T14:34:00.000+08:00

Oh yeah. And don't come back as MISS Wong. GOD. That'd be so freaky.

2005-08-08T14:20:00.000+08:00

Guess he has been quite a good teacher after all, putting aside all his usual nonsensical habits and moods. Ah well. Everybody is entitled to his/her feelings after all. And I just discovered why somebody preferred teaching in a mixed school. No idea why it took me so long.

......

Can't believe that some people find him hot. ERRRRRRR?????!?!?!?!??? Y'know, I have serious reason to think that these culprits are right in my class. Excluding me, duh. I tell ya, I have never found anybody hot yet. And I don't intend to. Not til I'm outta sec school. And I swear,

NEVER WILL I FIND him HOT. NEVER. EVER. EVER.

You know something? I really hate to admit this, but I'm like, gonna miss him? Not in the dirty way, stupid people out there. It's like, everyday you will hear some sick joke? Then suddenly, that person ain't there. You hear that person talk crap everyday? Then he ain't there suddenly. You hear that same person making fun of you. Then he isn't there suddenly. You get my point?

It's like a way of school life. Y'know, routine. Yeah. That's it.

Oh yeah. To farmer: Don't get yourself killed and/or decide to become a permanant resident over at thailand. Whatever. WE NEED YOU BACK. I don't intend to have that 'fat lady as you call her' to be our form teacher for the rest of the year. OK????????

Oh yeah. And keep your ego level in check after you have read this. IF you ever read this at all.

2005-08-08T13:59:00.000+08:00

Aww man. We won what?!?!?!

A CONSOLATION PRIZE.

WOW. I'm SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO GLAD TO HAVE IT.

Come on. Honestly, I think the judges were blind. They gave 1DILLIGENCE the FIRST PRIZE??!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!

WHAT THE FUCKING HELL.

All they do is bom-bom-chiang! bom-bom-chiang! bom-bom-chiang! on their stupid drums. (Did you know that they were killing my brains during the lit test?! Stupid drums. )Then they do some actions. Repeating over and over again.

HONESTLY, JUDGES, I THINK YOU ARE REALLY BLIND. HONESTLY, 1D SHOULDN'T HAVE GOT THE PRIZE. HONESTLY, I AM SO GOING TO HATE 1D FOR THE REST OF MY LIFE. HONESTLY, YOU THOUGHT WE GOT EXTERNAL HELP???????? I MEAN LIKE, COME ON. HONESTLY, DO YOU THINK THIS FAMER OF A FORM TEACHER IS GONNA ASK A DANCE INSTRUCTOR OUTSIDE SCHOOL TO COME HELP US???? HONESTLY, ARE YOU THAT STUPID? HONESTLY, DON'T YOU THINK HE HAS AT LEAST A SENSE OF PRIDE TO DO THE WHOLE BLOODY THING BY HIMSELF???!?!???!??!?!??!?!???????? I TELL YOU. HONESTLY, YOU HAVE ABSOLUTELY NO BRAINS. HE AIN'T GONNA ASK SOMEBODY OTHER THAN HIMSELF TO TEACH US HOW TO DO THE STEPS! JUST BECAUSE THAT'S WHAT YOU ALL WOULD DO, IT DOESN'T MEAN THAT'S WHAT HE WILL DO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

OK fine. Enough of screaming.

GO TO HELL ALL YOU JUDGES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! TO FUCKIN HELL WITH YA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

OOPS. Sorry. (=

2005-08-06T17:59:00.000+08:00

WHEW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

WE MANAGED TO DO THE BIKIR DARAT WITHOUT ANY MAJOR MISHAPS!!!!!!!!!!!!! FROM THE FIRST BEAT TO THE LAST BEAT!!!!!!!!!!!

WOO-HOO!!! We rock man!

Ahaha. EGO.

Ah well. Of course there were one or two times where either I or somebody had to be doing something else. But other than that we were pretty ok. Managed to do it without stopping.

BUT WE CANNOT HAVE EVEN MINOR MISTAKES!!!!!!!!!!!!!! AAAAAAHHHHHH!!!!!!!!

STUPID STUPID STUPID STUPID STUPID STUPID STUPID STUPID STUPID STUPID STUPID SUPID STUPID STUPID STUPID MARY-ANNE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

ARGH. That's how frustrated I am. We cannot make a single mistake!!! I mean I. OH MAN.

AAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

If I make just one mistake......wouldn't want to think about it......

CANNOT CANNOT CANNOT CANNOT CANNOT CANNOT CANNOT CANNOT CANNOT CANNOT CANNOT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

ARGH. And my dear mr wong, how d'you expect me, ME to lug this stupid food warmer thingy which I'm not even sure will work for the satay????!?!?!?!?!?!?

I mean like, please, come one, it's soooooooooooooo heavy!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Ok nevermind. I shall do my part for the class. ((:

AS IF I'M NOT DOING ENOUGH ALREADY BY DANCING.

But, nevermind. I shall not kick up a fuss.

2005-08-04T16:28:00.000+08:00

I feel so sorry for you. Here you are, trying to get us all to co-operate so that we can save our reputation from being ruined forever, and here we are, all not co-operating. Or at least co-operating to the "best of our ability".

I feel so bad for answering you back on everything you said. Sorry.

But. Sometimes you are just so irritating. You have mood swings. You expect all of us to understand. Much more of me.

By the way. If you think our attitude sucks, why not get those enthu people? Isn't that what you want? I can name many. CC. ET. Many more. They are just dying to be chosen. Didn't you notice their expressions? They were all trying to draw attention to themselves. Or maybe you were blind?

Oh yeah. If you think my attitude sucks the most(don't say you didn't say that. I know. i can see it on your face.), why did you start claiming that to the whole world?

Sometimes I just don't know whether to think you are stupid or smart. To thank you or to hate you.

Can you make things clearer?

Listen. You are a good teacher. Form and mep. But look here. Your moods suck.

2005-08-03T20:23:00.000+08:00

To mrformteacher: My dear, you picked the wrong person to be in bikir darat. Not only do I have an attitude problem, but I'm 'immature' as well. So there.

And to other people: You are not to tell the guy about this. If he sees it, he sees it. If he doesn't see it, but he knows about it, I'll track you down. Believe me. I'm not a nice person to deal with when I'm angry.

Okay so yeah. I kind of enjoy bikir darat. Dunno why. Just suddenly kinda like it. But not the slave-driver and his jack-in-the-box moves. I especially love our appreciative audience. They clap for us even when we're doing the wrong moves. (=

Oh yeah. And I started a notebook on the bikir darat moves. If I don't do it, I'll never be able to remember the repeating moves. At least I'm smart enough to write a description instead of drawing it out like somebody else.

But well. He has to do it for like, 11 people??? I don't think he can write it out. Oh well. :/

WAIT A MOMENT. SINCE WHEN DID I ACTUALLY SYMPATHISE WITH HIM???!?!?

Ok fine. Since just now.

But anyway. Yeah. I'm sure to die unless I record down the moves. And, I don't intend to make the whole world chase after me just because I failed to execute a step and thereby causing the downfall of our initially fantastic dance.

Sounds familiar?

ANYWAY. I have been scarred for life by two blessed people. Who else but mrformteacher and HBGAP?? At first it was by only 1 person. Mrformteacher. Then she had to sit right next to me. I could feel her peering at me over the rim of her wunnerfool-golden-couloured spectacles. Oh man. Then she had to borrow my eraser not once but TWICE. TWICE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Okay fine. I am not scarred for life. I am permantly scarred for life.