anjali update.
you know the feeling you get after a really ong sleep..
something like.. "oh..i think i feel better now?"
yeah. i had that feeling.
and then i went to the mirror to find blood dripping down my nose.
yes. it's super gross. i know.
hey, but you were the one who chose to read my blog... ;)
pea sent me a get well soon sms...
haha.. thanks pea.
body update:
you know the feeling i had of having a stuffy nose?
it's gone. cause my nose sort of exploded...(read the earlier part)
hmm.. so now the fever's almost gone, can't say much for the cold since now im breathing with my mouth.
still haven't regained my voice.
diarhorrea has set in.
i think i'll give school a miss tommorow..
but then again the school's moving at a breakneck speed now...
miss one day and it'll take atleast 2 to catch up...
hmph.
*blue man group feat dave matthews...sing along...is playing in the background..*
if a sing a song, will you sing along?
or should i just keep singing here my myself?
if i tell you i'm strong, will you play along?
or would you see that i'm as insecure as everybody else?
if i follow along, does it mean i belong?
will i keep on feeling different from everybody else?
Sunday, July 27, 2003
Your dominant element is fire. The ancient Yin-Yang scholars saw fire types as adventure-seekers who like constant change. Do you love a good party--and sometimes getting into a little trouble? Fire people have a way with words and friends enjoy listening to their stories nearly as much as they enjoy telling them.
Fire people get bored easily, but their artistic side helps keep things in flux. The energy and charm of fire types may make it hard not to like them, but look out for those mood swings!
NOTE: Fire types usually have bright eyes, big smiles and mouths that run a mile a minute.
Do you tend to be jealous? Do you sometimes wish it were easier for you to adapt to changing situations? If so, your lack of wood element may be at issue.
We won't judge you on it, but do you sometimes take advantage of others? Or do you tend to be a little selfish? If so, your lack of earth may be at the root of it.
get the quiz here.
Fire people get bored easily, but their artistic side helps keep things in flux. The energy and charm of fire types may make it hard not to like them, but look out for those mood swings!
NOTE: Fire types usually have bright eyes, big smiles and mouths that run a mile a minute.
Do you tend to be jealous? Do you sometimes wish it were easier for you to adapt to changing situations? If so, your lack of wood element may be at issue.
We won't judge you on it, but do you sometimes take advantage of others? Or do you tend to be a little selfish? If so, your lack of earth may be at the root of it.
get the quiz here.
Saturday, July 26, 2003
Are you flirtatious and fun? Friendly and confident? Worwood's flower types are usually the life of the party; social butterflies who are surrounded by friends and admirers. While some may accuse them of being too status conscious or shallow because of their interest in their appearance and in having beautiful things, they are just in love with living a good, abundant life. According to Worwood, flower types are barely ever shy or intimidated by anyone, and seek out success, money and love. They approach the world with joy and have a "Go for it!" attitude towards most things in their lives. However, flower types may get too caught up in having the "right" clothes or the "best" things. They may sometimes need to pause to make sure that they are doing things because they want to, not because of the impression it might make.
Are you a pleasure-seeker? An exhibitionist? Bursting with energy? Then you can probably be described as one of Worwood's spice types. Spices are devilishly charming, friendly extroverts. They tend to be excited and energized by practically anything, and love trying new things. They tend to be social butterflies--talking a mile a minute (often about themselves ;-))--and are often brilliant, dynamic class clowns. They can also be a bit materialistic, and have no problem flaunting themselves or their cash. While some people may consider spice types a little selfish and over the top, they can't help but admire their charm, lust for life, ability to have fun...and to be fun.
Waste a little more of your time.
Take the aromatheraphy quiz at gurl.com.
Are you a pleasure-seeker? An exhibitionist? Bursting with energy? Then you can probably be described as one of Worwood's spice types. Spices are devilishly charming, friendly extroverts. They tend to be excited and energized by practically anything, and love trying new things. They tend to be social butterflies--talking a mile a minute (often about themselves ;-))--and are often brilliant, dynamic class clowns. They can also be a bit materialistic, and have no problem flaunting themselves or their cash. While some people may consider spice types a little selfish and over the top, they can't help but admire their charm, lust for life, ability to have fun...and to be fun.
Waste a little more of your time.
Take the aromatheraphy quiz at gurl.com.
there's another world inside of me that you may never see.
there's secrets in this life that I can't hide.
somewhere in this darkness there's a light that i can't find.
maybe it's too far away...
maybe I'm just blind.
when your education x-ray cannot see under my skin
i won't tell you a damn thing that I could not tell my friends.
roaming through this darkness.
i'm alive but i'm alone.
part of me is fighting this.
but part of me is gone.
everything I am, and everything you need.
i'll also be the one you wanted me to be.
i'll never let you down, even if I could.
i'd give up everything if only for your good.
so hold me when i'm here.
love me when I'm wrong.
hold me when I'm scared.
you won't always be there.
so love me when I'm gone...
there's secrets in this life that I can't hide.
somewhere in this darkness there's a light that i can't find.
maybe it's too far away...
maybe I'm just blind.
when your education x-ray cannot see under my skin
i won't tell you a damn thing that I could not tell my friends.
roaming through this darkness.
i'm alive but i'm alone.
part of me is fighting this.
but part of me is gone.
everything I am, and everything you need.
i'll also be the one you wanted me to be.
i'll never let you down, even if I could.
i'd give up everything if only for your good.
so hold me when i'm here.
love me when I'm wrong.
hold me when I'm scared.
you won't always be there.
so love me when I'm gone...
quiz taken from elaine's blog...
You're the party animal!!
You push through school for one reason only.. The party at the end of the week!! Well, at least you still study, but when the weekened comes, you push aside those books, whip out your (fake) ID and party the night away. You party animal, grrowl!
Which Stereotypical Singaporean Student Are You?
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You're the party animal!!
You push through school for one reason only.. The party at the end of the week!! Well, at least you still study, but when the weekened comes, you push aside those books, whip out your (fake) ID and party the night away. You party animal, grrowl!
Which Stereotypical Singaporean Student Are You?
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woke up early yesterday to watch the sunrise with sherry....
jiaxi, clarissa and sarah were supposed to come too, but they were too lazy to walk all the way to the "sunrise watching place"... so they just went to the basketball court and later complained that they couldn't see anything.
well..duh...
you have *trees* blocking you...
school was supposed to finish at 11am for us to get ready for speech day...
BUT...
i had oh-so-kindly decided to go with pea and look for dorai to give her the money for our class photos...
so pea and i were sitting outside the staffroom counting money...
me: k...25...26...27.30...27.80...
mrs W: you two! watch your money! don't let it fly away!
pea: yes..mrs ****....
mrs W: oh..sylvia...is that you?! you're still the class treasurer! oh... GOOD FOR YOU.. you're such an honest person!!! *hugs pea* CONGRATULATIONS... *walks away*
me: *screams* HEY....WHAT ABOUT ME?
pea: she taught you too?
me: yeah. sec 1 art. i was her rep.
pea: oh. does she remember you?
me: argh...don't think so... i couldn't stand the fact that she kept scolding me every single lesson... so i quit...
pea: ah.
anyway, later we saw D so that we could give her the money.
D: oh.. HELLO YOU TWO!!!! I HAVEN'T SEEN YOU IN SUCH A LONG TIME... SO...ANJALI...DID YOU MISS ME?
me: *stares, and does the one raised eyebrow look, ie the you-don't-want-to-know-the-answer-look...*
D: hahaha... you don't have to be *so* honest, anjali...
(we sit down)
D: oops! i left something behind... when i come back, i want you to come up with a flattering comment for me, ok anjali?
me: hmm.
(later..)
D: so how have you two been?
me: oh.. the days fly past so fast when you're not around, ms *****.
hmph.
tahan, a little bit longer....
she's the woman's who's going to write your testimonial....
probably going to wreck her big day...
and her boyfriend's going to kill me again...
ah.. but that is.. if he loses his blur state once in a while and manages to practise some eye-ear coordination.
[long story... if you were at the party at my house sometime last year.. and stayed *after* 10pm... you would probably know what happened.]
and then there was english.
which as usual, i didn't bother to pay attention to.
jean and i were doodling in her book...
she's probably going to scan them in for you guys later...
let's just say..it might offend... *that person*
i have stopped calling him what i used to, because he'll probably figure out.
and since he reads my blog... i might as well put the disclaimer up here...
hey...****...
we were just bored out of brains during english...
so we just started doodling... jean drew me... which ended up well...wrong... (let's just say it looked more like rbc..)
and i drew this invader zim looking character... and we thought that he looked a *little* bit like you...
no offence kaez?
and then we had e maths...
no one was in the mood for studying anyway...
Ms E: blah blah blah *sniff*..tangent..cotangent..*sniff* sine..cosine...ok? any questions?
me: yeah. are you sick?
ms e: yes. how did you know?
nina: do you want to rest?
me: yeah. rest is important you know.
ms e: ah. yes.
me: yeah. go take a rest ms ****, then we can go take a rest too...
she jsut laughed it off..
ah well..
then the new vp came to give us a "motivational speech" which no one was motivated by...
and he kept picking on syaz, nina and myself...
irritating.
him: who here has less than 10 points for their l1r5?
*silence*
me: oi...jean..you..
jean: i got 11...
nina: NEVERMIND... let him think that there're alteast *one* smart person in our class...
jean: *puts up her hand*
him: anyone else?
me: no.
him: hmm... anyone got less than 15 points?
nina: oi...anjali...you....
me: i did? did i?
jean: i don't know...
nina: JUST RAISE...
me: *puts up my hand halfway..*
argh.
then he went on on how near the exams were.
and he just kept looking at me and nina.
i mean.. the whole class.... ok.. half the class played hooky...but there's the rest of us 15 people to stare at...
i'd stare back at him.. and then stare at my shoes again... and then when i look back at him again... he's still staring at me... and then nina laughs for some reason... then he starts staring at her...
ergh.
him: and i hope you all will be motivated by my speech and do well for your exams... goodbye girls...
class: goodbye, mr ***...
me: eh..pea...shall we go out now?
haha. motivated.
yeah right.
went to watch tomb raider 2.
and then took a whole lot of dumb photos.
if i had the guts, i'd put them up someday...
let's just say i took the escalators up and down lido 11 times, and the lift once.
and then we posed for stupid photos mimicking movie posters...
and i went home sick.
and then me parents forced me to turn around and go for french class.
and then i got yelled at for goin for class even though i was sick...
argh.
am still sick, btw.
lost my voice. gained a cold. and a fever.
bleah. don't get me *started* on the sars symptoms thing.
and if this gets out, the media will start pouring in again.
there's some meat for them, considering the fact that my dad was one of the sars doctors...
and i've got a dinner to go for in an hour.
this time we're hosting it.
which means i can probably pull off the little sick girl routine and just stay in my room...
hopefully...
*insult of the day*...
irritating neighbour: are you the only child?
me: no... why do you ask?
irritating neighbour: i don't know.. you seem to send off the only child vibe... do your friends think you're spolit?
me:...
it's unfortunate that i live on the 3rd floor. and the doors opened.
if i had more time i'd probably sock it to that person.
jiaxi, clarissa and sarah were supposed to come too, but they were too lazy to walk all the way to the "sunrise watching place"... so they just went to the basketball court and later complained that they couldn't see anything.
well..duh...
you have *trees* blocking you...
school was supposed to finish at 11am for us to get ready for speech day...
BUT...
i had oh-so-kindly decided to go with pea and look for dorai to give her the money for our class photos...
so pea and i were sitting outside the staffroom counting money...
me: k...25...26...27.30...27.80...
mrs W: you two! watch your money! don't let it fly away!
pea: yes..mrs ****....
mrs W: oh..sylvia...is that you?! you're still the class treasurer! oh... GOOD FOR YOU.. you're such an honest person!!! *hugs pea* CONGRATULATIONS... *walks away*
me: *screams* HEY....WHAT ABOUT ME?
pea: she taught you too?
me: yeah. sec 1 art. i was her rep.
pea: oh. does she remember you?
me: argh...don't think so... i couldn't stand the fact that she kept scolding me every single lesson... so i quit...
pea: ah.
anyway, later we saw D so that we could give her the money.
D: oh.. HELLO YOU TWO!!!! I HAVEN'T SEEN YOU IN SUCH A LONG TIME... SO...ANJALI...DID YOU MISS ME?
me: *stares, and does the one raised eyebrow look, ie the you-don't-want-to-know-the-answer-look...*
D: hahaha... you don't have to be *so* honest, anjali...
(we sit down)
D: oops! i left something behind... when i come back, i want you to come up with a flattering comment for me, ok anjali?
me: hmm.
(later..)
D: so how have you two been?
me: oh.. the days fly past so fast when you're not around, ms *****.
hmph.
tahan, a little bit longer....
she's the woman's who's going to write your testimonial....
probably going to wreck her big day...
and her boyfriend's going to kill me again...
ah.. but that is.. if he loses his blur state once in a while and manages to practise some eye-ear coordination.
[long story... if you were at the party at my house sometime last year.. and stayed *after* 10pm... you would probably know what happened.]
and then there was english.
which as usual, i didn't bother to pay attention to.
jean and i were doodling in her book...
she's probably going to scan them in for you guys later...
let's just say..it might offend... *that person*
i have stopped calling him what i used to, because he'll probably figure out.
and since he reads my blog... i might as well put the disclaimer up here...
hey...****...
we were just bored out of brains during english...
so we just started doodling... jean drew me... which ended up well...wrong... (let's just say it looked more like rbc..)
and i drew this invader zim looking character... and we thought that he looked a *little* bit like you...
no offence kaez?
and then we had e maths...
no one was in the mood for studying anyway...
Ms E: blah blah blah *sniff*..tangent..cotangent..*sniff* sine..cosine...ok? any questions?
me: yeah. are you sick?
ms e: yes. how did you know?
nina: do you want to rest?
me: yeah. rest is important you know.
ms e: ah. yes.
me: yeah. go take a rest ms ****, then we can go take a rest too...
she jsut laughed it off..
ah well..
then the new vp came to give us a "motivational speech" which no one was motivated by...
and he kept picking on syaz, nina and myself...
irritating.
him: who here has less than 10 points for their l1r5?
*silence*
me: oi...jean..you..
jean: i got 11...
nina: NEVERMIND... let him think that there're alteast *one* smart person in our class...
jean: *puts up her hand*
him: anyone else?
me: no.
him: hmm... anyone got less than 15 points?
nina: oi...anjali...you....
me: i did? did i?
jean: i don't know...
nina: JUST RAISE...
me: *puts up my hand halfway..*
argh.
then he went on on how near the exams were.
and he just kept looking at me and nina.
i mean.. the whole class.... ok.. half the class played hooky...but there's the rest of us 15 people to stare at...
i'd stare back at him.. and then stare at my shoes again... and then when i look back at him again... he's still staring at me... and then nina laughs for some reason... then he starts staring at her...
ergh.
him: and i hope you all will be motivated by my speech and do well for your exams... goodbye girls...
class: goodbye, mr ***...
me: eh..pea...shall we go out now?
haha. motivated.
yeah right.
went to watch tomb raider 2.
and then took a whole lot of dumb photos.
if i had the guts, i'd put them up someday...
let's just say i took the escalators up and down lido 11 times, and the lift once.
and then we posed for stupid photos mimicking movie posters...
and i went home sick.
and then me parents forced me to turn around and go for french class.
and then i got yelled at for goin for class even though i was sick...
argh.
am still sick, btw.
lost my voice. gained a cold. and a fever.
bleah. don't get me *started* on the sars symptoms thing.
and if this gets out, the media will start pouring in again.
there's some meat for them, considering the fact that my dad was one of the sars doctors...
and i've got a dinner to go for in an hour.
this time we're hosting it.
which means i can probably pull off the little sick girl routine and just stay in my room...
hopefully...
*insult of the day*...
irritating neighbour: are you the only child?
me: no... why do you ask?
irritating neighbour: i don't know.. you seem to send off the only child vibe... do your friends think you're spolit?
me:...
it's unfortunate that i live on the 3rd floor. and the doors opened.
if i had more time i'd probably sock it to that person.
Wednesday, July 23, 2003
Tuesday, July 22, 2003
mom fetched me from school today...
walked down the block to see the car and this little girl in a pink dress in the backseat... and then i checked.. and saw my mom in the frontseat.
"hey, mom? you've got a kid in your car..."
turns out it was my neighbour's daughter.
she was wearing glasses or something... that's why i didn't recognize her...
ah.
once again, i am thankful that i've been living the life of the youngest kid for the past 8 years...
and the life of the only child for the other 8...
(gee flew off to london to study when she was 18..and when i was 8.. after that it's just been me..alone at home...)
sometimes i look at gwen and her siblings and i wonder what life would be like if i actually had siblings who *lived* with me...
it would definitely be much more interesting... that much i know...
the 'rents told me that if i was going to study in london, i'd get to live with gee.
or rather, gee offered so that they wouldn't have to pay for boarding fees as they did for her...
very magnanimous, that gee.
so adding up.. the time we lived together until she left...plus the time i would have to spend if i do decide to go to a college in london... let's say i do medicine...... 8+4...i think i'll do my 2 years of internship back here in singapore..so that's 12... and by that time.. i'd be 18+6... 24.
not bad.
half of my student life i would spend living with gee.
back to the experience of spending my time with my "little sister for 15 minutes"...
1. i walked towards the front seat... my mom asked me to sit behind and give 'the little girl some company.."
fine. i dump my books in the front seat, and squash in behind.
[little bit of rant: here's the deal of living with your parents with 2 cars... my dad has probably been in my mom's car..twice since the beginning of the year... and my mom's only driven my dad's car 3 times since he bought it 2 years ago. i guess it's the problem of adjusting from a manual to an automatic... me being the 'only child' usually gets to ride in both cars..in the front seat, and since it's usually mom and me, the backseat of the car is usually the holding place of umbrellas, airport luggage, changes of clothes (when i have classes straight after school...) socks... and all sorts of garbage. so when people ask for a lift, she usually just dumps everything in the boot... but i'm used to sitting in the front seat of my mom's car... to a certain extent, my butt has adapted to it... and we *always* push it all the way to the back.]
today i had to squash into the backseat.
and i did. and whined so my mom pushed the front seat in front.
that's not the bad part yet.
there is a rule in singapore that all passengers have to wear their seatbelts.
for the past 10 years in which we had my mom's car, we never had seatbelts... until one day zealyn was digging in the backseat and pulled them out.
hmph.
whydidshehavetopullthemout?
anyway...we still can't be bothered with it and most of the time don't bother to wear seatbelts...rule or no rule...
and suddenly today.. i see myself having to play the 'role model' of sorts.
the stupid girl had obediently worn the seatbelts.
and i had no choice but to wear them too.
and for the record, i *hate* seatbelts or any constricting material of any kind. i used to hate bras, wait...i still do and that's why i just resort to sport ones... even in the airplane... i just put the blanket over and pretend to sleep to fool the airhostess so that she'd just leave me alone...
and it's only when we travel first class that the air hostesses know me by name and *ask* whether i want playing cards.
so we wore the seatbelts.
and then we start talking.
her: guess what? i know how to speak in french too! want me to say something?
me: ok.
her: bonjour! comment ca va? (hello..how are you..)
me: pas mal. vous? (not bad. you?)
her: NO! you're WRONG...you're supposed to say "ca va bien...merci...et vous?"
me: ca va bein. et vous. (i'm fine. and you?)
her: NO! you forgot to say "merci"!!!
me: merci.
and then the counting came... this was in french too...
her: i can COUNT too... look....
me: oh.
her: (in french) un...deux..trois...quatre....um...quatre.... (1..2..3..4..um..4...)
me: cinq. (5)
her: cinq....um...cinq.... (5...um..5...)
me: neuf... (9)
her: neuf...dix! (9...10!)
me: oh.. wow...
yes, so i am a little bit mean...
atleast she didn't notice that she missed 6,7 and 8...right?
and then the stupid questions came...
we past by the school gate and she reads out the school name...
her: ****** girls' school...
me: yes.
her: you go to a girls' school?
me: yes.
her: where are the boys?
me: there aren't any.
her: why not?
me: they're not allowed in.
her: why not?
me: 'cause we don't like boys.
her: why?
me: 'cause they talk to much... (*hint*)
her: oh... my school's a mixed school.
me: yes. most international schools are.
her: is yours an international school?
me: no.
her: what is it then?
me: an autonomous school...
her: what's that?
me: a government school.
her: what's the difference?
me: we take different subjects... and we're smaller in size... we follow singapore's education system... and we pay less.
her: oh. my school's free.
me: no. your mommy pays the school.
her: no. it's free!
me: no. you just don't see her pay. but she does pay.
her: NO! my school's free! no one ever pays!
me: oh.. is that right?
her: yeah. what's that green thing on your nametag?
me: this shows the level that i'm in in the school.
her: what colour's the highest?
me: green.
her: oh. you're wearing green.
me: oh. yes, i am.
i've learnt that we should *never* bother trying to argue with kids.
my 15 minutes with that 7 year old has provided a teeny bit of insight into my own life.
i am who i am today, partly because of my family...
i've always been the kid... the youngest one... the one everyone has a responsibility to look after...
and the one always striving to grow up faster...
started shaving my legs when i was 9...
because my sister was doing it...
wore makeup since i was 4...
because my sister was doing it...
somehow i have this feeling that who i am today...is not exactly who i am...
i'm just a gee replica. a 2nd grade gee...
atleast i'm lucky that it's not shown on the outside.
on the street we're totally different.
now that i'm 15, she's 25.
i was brought up in the asia-pacific.. she was brought up in europe...
our accents are miles apart.
and she can't stand my coarse singlish twang... and i get irritated with her londonish slang...
now i stand a little taller than she does.
but she always looks older.
and our sense of style is way off.
that goes for responsibilty too.
now that gee's working, she's saving up for my college fund.
and she seems to make it her no 1 priority to make sure that i turn out "ok."
i casually mentioned having a pimple once...
one week later a whole box of skincare products appear at my door.
told her about my hair...
2 bottles of frizz ease in the mail...
told her about my prom...
3 magazines...all featuring prom gowns in the mail...
wesites of prom gowns in my mailbox..
told her that i want to stand out so i'll wear a saree...
asiawomen arrives again at my doorstep.
i, however detest responsibilty and every single aspect of it.
teachers tell me that i had leadership qualities.
bleah.
whatever.
i don't want to handle the responsibility.
you people will have no idea how relieved i was that rmun was over.
no more un.
no more responsibility.
no more taking care of the "most popular contestants" was over.
sometimes, looking back.. it just proves elaine's theory of the popular people being chosen for un.
we have...
the chairperson for the ld.
the chairperson of the art club...
2 house captains.
the girl who topped english for the level.
the girl who topped lit for the level.
and practically all of us own some sort of position...
argh. why am i deviating from the main point?
the main thing is.. i realized that i've always been the kid...
and now i'm probably as mature as blink 182...
but somehow i don't seem to mind.
what's my age again?
walked down the block to see the car and this little girl in a pink dress in the backseat... and then i checked.. and saw my mom in the frontseat.
"hey, mom? you've got a kid in your car..."
turns out it was my neighbour's daughter.
she was wearing glasses or something... that's why i didn't recognize her...
ah.
once again, i am thankful that i've been living the life of the youngest kid for the past 8 years...
and the life of the only child for the other 8...
(gee flew off to london to study when she was 18..and when i was 8.. after that it's just been me..alone at home...)
sometimes i look at gwen and her siblings and i wonder what life would be like if i actually had siblings who *lived* with me...
it would definitely be much more interesting... that much i know...
the 'rents told me that if i was going to study in london, i'd get to live with gee.
or rather, gee offered so that they wouldn't have to pay for boarding fees as they did for her...
very magnanimous, that gee.
so adding up.. the time we lived together until she left...plus the time i would have to spend if i do decide to go to a college in london... let's say i do medicine...... 8+4...i think i'll do my 2 years of internship back here in singapore..so that's 12... and by that time.. i'd be 18+6... 24.
not bad.
half of my student life i would spend living with gee.
back to the experience of spending my time with my "little sister for 15 minutes"...
1. i walked towards the front seat... my mom asked me to sit behind and give 'the little girl some company.."
fine. i dump my books in the front seat, and squash in behind.
[little bit of rant: here's the deal of living with your parents with 2 cars... my dad has probably been in my mom's car..twice since the beginning of the year... and my mom's only driven my dad's car 3 times since he bought it 2 years ago. i guess it's the problem of adjusting from a manual to an automatic... me being the 'only child' usually gets to ride in both cars..in the front seat, and since it's usually mom and me, the backseat of the car is usually the holding place of umbrellas, airport luggage, changes of clothes (when i have classes straight after school...) socks... and all sorts of garbage. so when people ask for a lift, she usually just dumps everything in the boot... but i'm used to sitting in the front seat of my mom's car... to a certain extent, my butt has adapted to it... and we *always* push it all the way to the back.]
today i had to squash into the backseat.
and i did. and whined so my mom pushed the front seat in front.
that's not the bad part yet.
there is a rule in singapore that all passengers have to wear their seatbelts.
for the past 10 years in which we had my mom's car, we never had seatbelts... until one day zealyn was digging in the backseat and pulled them out.
hmph.
whydidshehavetopullthemout?
anyway...we still can't be bothered with it and most of the time don't bother to wear seatbelts...rule or no rule...
and suddenly today.. i see myself having to play the 'role model' of sorts.
the stupid girl had obediently worn the seatbelts.
and i had no choice but to wear them too.
and for the record, i *hate* seatbelts or any constricting material of any kind. i used to hate bras, wait...i still do and that's why i just resort to sport ones... even in the airplane... i just put the blanket over and pretend to sleep to fool the airhostess so that she'd just leave me alone...
and it's only when we travel first class that the air hostesses know me by name and *ask* whether i want playing cards.
so we wore the seatbelts.
and then we start talking.
her: guess what? i know how to speak in french too! want me to say something?
me: ok.
her: bonjour! comment ca va? (hello..how are you..)
me: pas mal. vous? (not bad. you?)
her: NO! you're WRONG...you're supposed to say "ca va bien...merci...et vous?"
me: ca va bein. et vous. (i'm fine. and you?)
her: NO! you forgot to say "merci"!!!
me: merci.
and then the counting came... this was in french too...
her: i can COUNT too... look....
me: oh.
her: (in french) un...deux..trois...quatre....um...quatre.... (1..2..3..4..um..4...)
me: cinq. (5)
her: cinq....um...cinq.... (5...um..5...)
me: neuf... (9)
her: neuf...dix! (9...10!)
me: oh.. wow...
yes, so i am a little bit mean...
atleast she didn't notice that she missed 6,7 and 8...right?
and then the stupid questions came...
we past by the school gate and she reads out the school name...
her: ****** girls' school...
me: yes.
her: you go to a girls' school?
me: yes.
her: where are the boys?
me: there aren't any.
her: why not?
me: they're not allowed in.
her: why not?
me: 'cause we don't like boys.
her: why?
me: 'cause they talk to much... (*hint*)
her: oh... my school's a mixed school.
me: yes. most international schools are.
her: is yours an international school?
me: no.
her: what is it then?
me: an autonomous school...
her: what's that?
me: a government school.
her: what's the difference?
me: we take different subjects... and we're smaller in size... we follow singapore's education system... and we pay less.
her: oh. my school's free.
me: no. your mommy pays the school.
her: no. it's free!
me: no. you just don't see her pay. but she does pay.
her: NO! my school's free! no one ever pays!
me: oh.. is that right?
her: yeah. what's that green thing on your nametag?
me: this shows the level that i'm in in the school.
her: what colour's the highest?
me: green.
her: oh. you're wearing green.
me: oh. yes, i am.
i've learnt that we should *never* bother trying to argue with kids.
my 15 minutes with that 7 year old has provided a teeny bit of insight into my own life.
i am who i am today, partly because of my family...
i've always been the kid... the youngest one... the one everyone has a responsibility to look after...
and the one always striving to grow up faster...
started shaving my legs when i was 9...
because my sister was doing it...
wore makeup since i was 4...
because my sister was doing it...
somehow i have this feeling that who i am today...is not exactly who i am...
i'm just a gee replica. a 2nd grade gee...
atleast i'm lucky that it's not shown on the outside.
on the street we're totally different.
now that i'm 15, she's 25.
i was brought up in the asia-pacific.. she was brought up in europe...
our accents are miles apart.
and she can't stand my coarse singlish twang... and i get irritated with her londonish slang...
now i stand a little taller than she does.
but she always looks older.
and our sense of style is way off.
that goes for responsibilty too.
now that gee's working, she's saving up for my college fund.
and she seems to make it her no 1 priority to make sure that i turn out "ok."
i casually mentioned having a pimple once...
one week later a whole box of skincare products appear at my door.
told her about my hair...
2 bottles of frizz ease in the mail...
told her about my prom...
3 magazines...all featuring prom gowns in the mail...
wesites of prom gowns in my mailbox..
told her that i want to stand out so i'll wear a saree...
asiawomen arrives again at my doorstep.
i, however detest responsibilty and every single aspect of it.
teachers tell me that i had leadership qualities.
bleah.
whatever.
i don't want to handle the responsibility.
you people will have no idea how relieved i was that rmun was over.
no more un.
no more responsibility.
no more taking care of the "most popular contestants" was over.
sometimes, looking back.. it just proves elaine's theory of the popular people being chosen for un.
we have...
the chairperson for the ld.
the chairperson of the art club...
2 house captains.
the girl who topped english for the level.
the girl who topped lit for the level.
and practically all of us own some sort of position...
argh. why am i deviating from the main point?
the main thing is.. i realized that i've always been the kid...
and now i'm probably as mature as blink 182...
but somehow i don't seem to mind.
what's my age again?
Sunday, July 20, 2003
skewed perspective [dot] org has offered to host my blog...
this means a change of url...
and the hope of not being found out by another reporter/dad's employee/sister's secretary again.
somehow i have this notion that being hosted..is the safer way to go...
apart from the fact that i have limited space...
i can actually expand my webpage..to a website...
a "proper" blog...
and let's face it...blogger has become a little redundant..
argh well...cleaned up the dining table today...
(believe me, it's harder than it sounds..)
took me 4 hours.
had to rearrange all my tamil stuff...
somehow i have the feeling that it wouldn't hurt to sit for it again in october..
(what am i saying?)
so anyway.. gwen called asking for my court shoes...
asssuming the fact that i'm a size 9 and she's a size 7..
and that the shoes are murderously high...
i'm not quite sure why she had to pick me out of everyone to lend her my shoes...
not to mention my stinky feet.
(just kidding gwen...just kidding..)
this "cleaning-up" gig has made me realize a lot of stuff...
saw a pair of socks in my school bag.
this isn't suprising, considering the fact that i arrive every morning in school at 6.30am with my hair untied, me shoes half on and my brain asleep...
so i basically have half an hour to comb my hair, put on my socks and shoes...eat breakfast and copy homework from the day before...
not bad for a half awake person.
anyway... was on the phone with gwen while tidying up...
spoke to her about going boston university.
they called up, asking whether i was still interested in their scholarship which i signed up for last year.
they said i had to sit for my sats... and send them my score before i go there for the interview.
this is happening too fast.
i'm 15 years old.
i'm not ready for university.
and my parents don't know about it yet.
well i'm not suprised...yesterday at tea everyone was talking about how my dad spends three days at home and then moves off to another conference again..
geez.
it's just *some* times that that happens..
it's not like he lives overseas or something.
and then they had this pitiful look...
like.. oh-poor-little-girl-has-her-big-house-and-is-all-alone-cause-her-parents-are-always-working.
atleast it was better than the flowers guy's sister.
"aren't you the one who took oncology at nottingham?"
"i'm 15."
"oh..so you're her sister?"
"my sister did economics in london."
"oh. so who are you?"
"(my name.)"
"OH. dr ******'s daughter! so where is he now?"
"london too...i think."
gwen and i were discussing career choices.
on saturday during cip we were all so bored we started singing with the radio.
according to wei jing...
"eh...you can become a rapper when you grow up!!!"
"why?"
"cause you sound nice when you rap!!!"
"are you saying that i don't sound nice when i usually talk?"
"no....you sound like...a girl nelly..."
i'll take that as a compliment.
haha. it seems intriguing..
but i seriously feel that the rap joint only sees their females as their hoes.
you catch my drift dawg?
anyhoo...
i somehow had a weird experience emptying out my un file.
after 3 years...
it's over...
all the way from missile defence in the security council in 2001...
to the general assembly in 2002...
to the security council ...
then to the general assembly again...
and then finally in the ecosoc...
and back to the security council in 2003...
it's been a long time.
and i just realize that i don't have photos.
something i'm not quite sure whether to be stressed or relieved about.
saw the picture that jolyn took of paul half naked and the venezulan cross dresser in the fashion parade during french class.
laughed so much i started crying.
maybe my withdrawal symptoms come later than the rest of you guys.
and then spimun came...
the rat race to the top was probably the most gruelling thing we did.
audition after audition after audition...
only to be taken in...
and then told that the situation was too dangerous.
i was going to share a room with stephanie again.
she's probably the only person out of my family that i had to share a bed with...
and a room..
and a bathroom..
and shampoo...
suprisingly enough, she managed to withstand all my constant "kiddishness"..
from locking her out of the hotel room and recording the entire 5 minutes that she spent outside banging and howling at the door...
from spending half an hour in the bathroom every single time...
for putting on nailpolish and making the room smell like varnish since i kept the windows and doors closed...
to watching tv and jacking up the phone bill till 4am in the morning...
and she still was nice enough to *try* to wake me up for breakfast...
got this quiz from qing...
Imagination
What Kanji word best suits you?
brought to you by Quizilla
this means a change of url...
and the hope of not being found out by another reporter/dad's employee/sister's secretary again.
somehow i have this notion that being hosted..is the safer way to go...
apart from the fact that i have limited space...
i can actually expand my webpage..to a website...
a "proper" blog...
and let's face it...blogger has become a little redundant..
argh well...cleaned up the dining table today...
(believe me, it's harder than it sounds..)
took me 4 hours.
had to rearrange all my tamil stuff...
somehow i have the feeling that it wouldn't hurt to sit for it again in october..
(what am i saying?)
so anyway.. gwen called asking for my court shoes...
asssuming the fact that i'm a size 9 and she's a size 7..
and that the shoes are murderously high...
i'm not quite sure why she had to pick me out of everyone to lend her my shoes...
not to mention my stinky feet.
(just kidding gwen...just kidding..)
this "cleaning-up" gig has made me realize a lot of stuff...
saw a pair of socks in my school bag.
this isn't suprising, considering the fact that i arrive every morning in school at 6.30am with my hair untied, me shoes half on and my brain asleep...
so i basically have half an hour to comb my hair, put on my socks and shoes...eat breakfast and copy homework from the day before...
not bad for a half awake person.
anyway... was on the phone with gwen while tidying up...
spoke to her about going boston university.
they called up, asking whether i was still interested in their scholarship which i signed up for last year.
they said i had to sit for my sats... and send them my score before i go there for the interview.
this is happening too fast.
i'm 15 years old.
i'm not ready for university.
and my parents don't know about it yet.
well i'm not suprised...yesterday at tea everyone was talking about how my dad spends three days at home and then moves off to another conference again..
geez.
it's just *some* times that that happens..
it's not like he lives overseas or something.
and then they had this pitiful look...
like.. oh-poor-little-girl-has-her-big-house-and-is-all-alone-cause-her-parents-are-always-working.
atleast it was better than the flowers guy's sister.
"aren't you the one who took oncology at nottingham?"
"i'm 15."
"oh..so you're her sister?"
"my sister did economics in london."
"oh. so who are you?"
"(my name.)"
"OH. dr ******'s daughter! so where is he now?"
"london too...i think."
gwen and i were discussing career choices.
on saturday during cip we were all so bored we started singing with the radio.
according to wei jing...
"eh...you can become a rapper when you grow up!!!"
"why?"
"cause you sound nice when you rap!!!"
"are you saying that i don't sound nice when i usually talk?"
"no....you sound like...a girl nelly..."
i'll take that as a compliment.
haha. it seems intriguing..
but i seriously feel that the rap joint only sees their females as their hoes.
you catch my drift dawg?
anyhoo...
i somehow had a weird experience emptying out my un file.
after 3 years...
it's over...
all the way from missile defence in the security council in 2001...
to the general assembly in 2002...
to the security council ...
then to the general assembly again...
and then finally in the ecosoc...
and back to the security council in 2003...
it's been a long time.
and i just realize that i don't have photos.
something i'm not quite sure whether to be stressed or relieved about.
saw the picture that jolyn took of paul half naked and the venezulan cross dresser in the fashion parade during french class.
laughed so much i started crying.
maybe my withdrawal symptoms come later than the rest of you guys.
and then spimun came...
the rat race to the top was probably the most gruelling thing we did.
audition after audition after audition...
only to be taken in...
and then told that the situation was too dangerous.
i was going to share a room with stephanie again.
she's probably the only person out of my family that i had to share a bed with...
and a room..
and a bathroom..
and shampoo...
suprisingly enough, she managed to withstand all my constant "kiddishness"..
from locking her out of the hotel room and recording the entire 5 minutes that she spent outside banging and howling at the door...
from spending half an hour in the bathroom every single time...
for putting on nailpolish and making the room smell like varnish since i kept the windows and doors closed...
to watching tv and jacking up the phone bill till 4am in the morning...
and she still was nice enough to *try* to wake me up for breakfast...
got this quiz from qing...
Imagination
What Kanji word best suits you?
brought to you by Quizilla
got this from thespark.com's iq test...
Your results have been tabulated, and your IQ is...
146
That's above average. Here's how you compare to the other people your age who've taken the IQ test:
people dumber than you (91%)
people as smart as you (1%)
people smarter than you (8%)
Your total time was: 17 minutes and 11 seconds.
The average person like you takes 26:11.
The highest score recorded by someone your age is 218.
At your age, girls are smarter than boys.
and this from the unintelligence test..
The Test Results Are In! "You are a smooth chick."
You have a knack for greatness. For the record,you are:
71% Un-telligent!
which is significantly higher than the current average of 60%
Here is the custom report of your personality that led our team of geeks to conclude (with confidence) that you are resourceful and sly woman:
"The subject shows a very high level of intelligence, and her sense of observation is one of her best qualities. Considering this, she shows a lot of potential, but that's only part of the equation.
"Also, as much as we hate violence, an occasional mauling is one way to solve day-to-day problems like unpleasant coworkers or pesky door-to-door salesmen; she just isn't tough enough, sir, and she avoids any solution that involves violence.
"Finally, the subject displayed a moderate sense of humor, a decent and respectable sense of morality, and a barbaric self-confidence. The balance of these three traits is important; high levels of confidence, medium levels of morality, and a good level of humor make for the strongest individuals."
Final Score: 71% Un-telligent
and the personality test...
POLITICIAN
(Dominant Extrovert Abstract Thinker )
Like just 5% of the population you are a POLITICIAN (DEAT)--forceful, outgoing, and forward-looking. You are strong-willed and extroverted, so you enjoy interacting with other people. You aggressively pursue your goals.
Your creative style of thinking allows you to come up with unusual arguments and original ideas that appeal to others, but behind it all is an analytical mind that never forgets the bottom line. While some might see you as manipulative, your close friends know you are a talented person who deserves the best in life.
Whatever. You *are* manipulative. Whether you use your power for "good" or "bad", it's up to you. If you're confused what good or bad means, ask a HEALER. Like EXPERIMENTERS, you have a propensity for cheating.
Your results have been tabulated, and your IQ is...
146
That's above average. Here's how you compare to the other people your age who've taken the IQ test:
people dumber than you (91%)
people as smart as you (1%)
people smarter than you (8%)
Your total time was: 17 minutes and 11 seconds.
The average person like you takes 26:11.
The highest score recorded by someone your age is 218.
At your age, girls are smarter than boys.
and this from the unintelligence test..
The Test Results Are In! "You are a smooth chick."
You have a knack for greatness. For the record,you are:
71% Un-telligent!
which is significantly higher than the current average of 60%
Here is the custom report of your personality that led our team of geeks to conclude (with confidence) that you are resourceful and sly woman:
"The subject shows a very high level of intelligence, and her sense of observation is one of her best qualities. Considering this, she shows a lot of potential, but that's only part of the equation.
"Also, as much as we hate violence, an occasional mauling is one way to solve day-to-day problems like unpleasant coworkers or pesky door-to-door salesmen; she just isn't tough enough, sir, and she avoids any solution that involves violence.
"Finally, the subject displayed a moderate sense of humor, a decent and respectable sense of morality, and a barbaric self-confidence. The balance of these three traits is important; high levels of confidence, medium levels of morality, and a good level of humor make for the strongest individuals."
Final Score: 71% Un-telligent
and the personality test...
POLITICIAN
(Dominant Extrovert Abstract Thinker )
Like just 5% of the population you are a POLITICIAN (DEAT)--forceful, outgoing, and forward-looking. You are strong-willed and extroverted, so you enjoy interacting with other people. You aggressively pursue your goals.
Your creative style of thinking allows you to come up with unusual arguments and original ideas that appeal to others, but behind it all is an analytical mind that never forgets the bottom line. While some might see you as manipulative, your close friends know you are a talented person who deserves the best in life.
Whatever. You *are* manipulative. Whether you use your power for "good" or "bad", it's up to you. If you're confused what good or bad means, ask a HEALER. Like EXPERIMENTERS, you have a propensity for cheating.
and i'm back.
jean just called.
jean:eh...so are you coming?
me: *groan* oh crap... the stc funfair...
jean: yeah.
me: when is it?
jean: TODAY.
me: HUH? aw man... what time is it?
jean: at 11.
me: *glances at the clock* it's 11 now....
jean: yeah. so are you coming?
me: argh? erm... is that stoned person still going?
jean: yeah.
me: argh... dunno la.. i'll call you later if i feel like it.
and then i went back to watching the justice league in the clothes that i fell asleep in yesterday and eating my cereal in bed.
i'm such a slob.
i'll see how my mood is.
if i'm feeling irritable, i'll probably save jean and 'stone' the experience of hanging around me.
if i'm feeling...alright...i'd probably go..and just not talk to 'stone' and get all flustered again.
to put it simply, our personalities are way apart.
i like things on the surface, abstract, messed up. and 'stone' probably likes to calculate every single aspect in his life, and probably also thinks i'm a childish nutcase.
but i still personally feel that 'stone' is too tight-pantied.
ah well..
the past few days were..interesting...of sorts.
yesterday seemed to have some long lost friend attracting magnet on me or something.
1. took a bus to holland v from school with gwen, jean and pea. met caresse. another kao hater.
and apparently i'm a "legend" at kao's.
irritating.
stupid bitch can't keep her piehole shut.
it's enough that she kicked me out. now she's blatantly telling *everyone* about it.
me: argh. kao's a biased bitch la. she kicked me out.
caresse: yeah. i cant stand her too. but.. i thought she used to be so nice to you... after your dad kept coming in the papers and everything..
me: argh. that one.. my whole family didn't know..until she called and cawed into the telephone that my dad was in the papers... and it's only the papers thrice last year or something... not like he's nelson mandela or someone...
caresse: then what happened?
me: my dad's one of the sars doctors. so she was afraid that i'd give her sars. so she kicked me out.
caresse: that's stupid.
me: you tell me.
gwen's cousin's going to kao now.
i wonder how long it will last.
she was the one who told gwen to tell me that i was a 'legend' at kao's.
yuck.
2. went to holland v to get flowers for the hostess for a tea reception at 4.
met some rmun person, who waved at me.
and i did some half wave thing and muttered 'rmun' to gwen.
3. went home balancing my bio tys, organizer, wallet, keys and the bunch of flowers. (why didn't i bother to carry a bag?!) some guy at the bustop was staring at me...or the flowers...or something. didn't really pay much attention to him.
met him later at tea.
host: come..i'll introduce you to everyone. this is (him), (him) meet (me).
him: yes, i believe that we have met.
me: we have?
him: yes. at the holland v bustop. your flowers gave you away.
later he said that i looked "very different from what i did look like in the afternoon".
i told him that i was coming back from school.
him: wow, your school uniforms are cool.
me: that's not the school uniform. it's friday's crumpled school skirt and a the first t shirt that came in my hand this morning.
him: so you don't have to wear your school uniforms on saturdays?
me: we're supposed to...atleast our skirts with our school t shirt.
him: you were wearing hang ten.
me: you're observant.
him: well, you were carrying flowers.
jean's right.
someone carrying flowers *does* get a whole lot of attention.
hmm..
and then there was cip.
we had to make blankets for the elderly.
sylvia's the leader.
i'm the "accountant"...
gwen's the "designer"...
elaine's the cutter...
or something like that.
somewhere along the way, i began to get bored and decided to do calculations on who had to do what in order to equally balance the workload..
and then....*drumroll*
according to my calculations...the coordinates are not in the right position.
actually, the home ec department gave us too little cloth.
as for the sewing...
argh.
that's probably the thing in about being in a girl's school for the past 13 years. you might actually...
a) be in touch with your feminine side so much that you cry at every single thing,
b) be so immune to your feminine side that you become a tomboy/butch *just* to be different.
c) tend to change your sexual orientation.
b and c are pretty common..especially in *certain* schools..
keyphrase: might.
anyway, sewing..was well..tough...
here we are... in a cosmopolitan society, where the only sewing we know is how to sew back buttons.
and even so, some people..*coughmecough* still resort to using paperclips to hold her stuff together.
someone broke down and started crying because... she didn't know how to sew.
sheesh.
take a look around, girl.
atleast *half* of us don't know how to sew either. but we're trying.
you're just crying.
sometimes i think i don't blame her either.
especially when someone seems to bark out at you when *anything* goes wrong, and *leaves* once the going gets tough.
hmm...let's not talk about yesterday.
last week found out that i lost out my colours award to nina for ld.
ah well.
"i'm glad just to be nominated".
ok, i'm lying.
but it seems fair, anyway.
she *is* the ld chairperson.. so she *should* get the award.
being the only other ld-er nominated probably makes me the 1st runner up.
ah well.
it's like the oscars.
if the ld was a category.
and both of us were nominated..
i would have had my 15 secondsof fame where they would show my 2nd grade acting skills and then the gold man would swoop down and then the presenter would say nina's name.
i. am. not. jealous.
she. deserves. it.
ah..anyway.. to sweeten the deal, jiaxi and i are the the *only* people in the school to have won the nsw award.
i'm consoling myself with the fact that the nsw exam was international.
and i'm ranked in the top 10% of the world of kids my age.
jiaxi: eh....you won the nsw award...
me: eh..cool.. who else..
jiaxi: ME..
me: hahaha..congrats.. who else..
jiaxi: no one! just you and me.. from the entire school...
me: haha..we're smart asses.. high five! *reaches out her hand*
jiaxi: *reaches out her hand but w're both too far away from where were sitting*
me: ah forget it. we're lazy smart asses.
haha.
jean just called.
jean:eh...so are you coming?
me: *groan* oh crap... the stc funfair...
jean: yeah.
me: when is it?
jean: TODAY.
me: HUH? aw man... what time is it?
jean: at 11.
me: *glances at the clock* it's 11 now....
jean: yeah. so are you coming?
me: argh? erm... is that stoned person still going?
jean: yeah.
me: argh... dunno la.. i'll call you later if i feel like it.
and then i went back to watching the justice league in the clothes that i fell asleep in yesterday and eating my cereal in bed.
i'm such a slob.
i'll see how my mood is.
if i'm feeling irritable, i'll probably save jean and 'stone' the experience of hanging around me.
if i'm feeling...alright...i'd probably go..and just not talk to 'stone' and get all flustered again.
to put it simply, our personalities are way apart.
i like things on the surface, abstract, messed up. and 'stone' probably likes to calculate every single aspect in his life, and probably also thinks i'm a childish nutcase.
but i still personally feel that 'stone' is too tight-pantied.
ah well..
the past few days were..interesting...of sorts.
yesterday seemed to have some long lost friend attracting magnet on me or something.
1. took a bus to holland v from school with gwen, jean and pea. met caresse. another kao hater.
and apparently i'm a "legend" at kao's.
irritating.
stupid bitch can't keep her piehole shut.
it's enough that she kicked me out. now she's blatantly telling *everyone* about it.
me: argh. kao's a biased bitch la. she kicked me out.
caresse: yeah. i cant stand her too. but.. i thought she used to be so nice to you... after your dad kept coming in the papers and everything..
me: argh. that one.. my whole family didn't know..until she called and cawed into the telephone that my dad was in the papers... and it's only the papers thrice last year or something... not like he's nelson mandela or someone...
caresse: then what happened?
me: my dad's one of the sars doctors. so she was afraid that i'd give her sars. so she kicked me out.
caresse: that's stupid.
me: you tell me.
gwen's cousin's going to kao now.
i wonder how long it will last.
she was the one who told gwen to tell me that i was a 'legend' at kao's.
yuck.
2. went to holland v to get flowers for the hostess for a tea reception at 4.
met some rmun person, who waved at me.
and i did some half wave thing and muttered 'rmun' to gwen.
3. went home balancing my bio tys, organizer, wallet, keys and the bunch of flowers. (why didn't i bother to carry a bag?!) some guy at the bustop was staring at me...or the flowers...or something. didn't really pay much attention to him.
met him later at tea.
host: come..i'll introduce you to everyone. this is (him), (him) meet (me).
him: yes, i believe that we have met.
me: we have?
him: yes. at the holland v bustop. your flowers gave you away.
later he said that i looked "very different from what i did look like in the afternoon".
i told him that i was coming back from school.
him: wow, your school uniforms are cool.
me: that's not the school uniform. it's friday's crumpled school skirt and a the first t shirt that came in my hand this morning.
him: so you don't have to wear your school uniforms on saturdays?
me: we're supposed to...atleast our skirts with our school t shirt.
him: you were wearing hang ten.
me: you're observant.
him: well, you were carrying flowers.
jean's right.
someone carrying flowers *does* get a whole lot of attention.
hmm..
and then there was cip.
we had to make blankets for the elderly.
sylvia's the leader.
i'm the "accountant"...
gwen's the "designer"...
elaine's the cutter...
or something like that.
somewhere along the way, i began to get bored and decided to do calculations on who had to do what in order to equally balance the workload..
and then....*drumroll*
according to my calculations...the coordinates are not in the right position.
actually, the home ec department gave us too little cloth.
as for the sewing...
argh.
that's probably the thing in about being in a girl's school for the past 13 years. you might actually...
a) be in touch with your feminine side so much that you cry at every single thing,
b) be so immune to your feminine side that you become a tomboy/butch *just* to be different.
c) tend to change your sexual orientation.
b and c are pretty common..especially in *certain* schools..
keyphrase: might.
anyway, sewing..was well..tough...
here we are... in a cosmopolitan society, where the only sewing we know is how to sew back buttons.
and even so, some people..*coughmecough* still resort to using paperclips to hold her stuff together.
someone broke down and started crying because... she didn't know how to sew.
sheesh.
take a look around, girl.
atleast *half* of us don't know how to sew either. but we're trying.
you're just crying.
sometimes i think i don't blame her either.
especially when someone seems to bark out at you when *anything* goes wrong, and *leaves* once the going gets tough.
hmm...let's not talk about yesterday.
last week found out that i lost out my colours award to nina for ld.
ah well.
"i'm glad just to be nominated".
ok, i'm lying.
but it seems fair, anyway.
she *is* the ld chairperson.. so she *should* get the award.
being the only other ld-er nominated probably makes me the 1st runner up.
ah well.
it's like the oscars.
if the ld was a category.
and both of us were nominated..
i would have had my 15 secondsof fame where they would show my 2nd grade acting skills and then the gold man would swoop down and then the presenter would say nina's name.
i. am. not. jealous.
she. deserves. it.
ah..anyway.. to sweeten the deal, jiaxi and i are the the *only* people in the school to have won the nsw award.
i'm consoling myself with the fact that the nsw exam was international.
and i'm ranked in the top 10% of the world of kids my age.
jiaxi: eh....you won the nsw award...
me: eh..cool.. who else..
jiaxi: ME..
me: hahaha..congrats.. who else..
jiaxi: no one! just you and me.. from the entire school...
me: haha..we're smart asses.. high five! *reaches out her hand*
jiaxi: *reaches out her hand but w're both too far away from where were sitting*
me: ah forget it. we're lazy smart asses.
haha.
Sunday, July 13, 2003
moved.
testing.
am damn tired.
school in 8 hours.
rmun stole my saturday.
comment system's not working yet.
neither is the template fixed.
need a new link graphic.
and need to put ilajna in front of everything.
decided to delete the other blog 2 weeks ago..
mainly because i thought that my life was too high profile..
and that i if i wanted to blog without making anyone angry, i had to live too lives.
one in reality.
and one on the net.
so basically i walked around with the "my life is too high-profile, too many people know me. i just can't blog down secrets, because half the world will find out."
and then today, i just realized that i was no michael jackson.
i'm not even that famous.
anjali's not famous.
maybe my family name is...
well..
semi famous.
so type my family name down in yahoo.
it's narepuk backwards.
and you'll get the old site.
both dad and sis have strangers searching for their names.
if you ask me.. that's pretty..semi famous.
anyway it wasn't any big..enlightening thing that made me want to blog again.
nothing really even happened.
lost my nail buffer.
found my nail buffer.
went for rmun.
screwed up the fashion parade.
fell asleep on my bed after rmun after throwing of my spag strap with the attached "wings"...the scratchy skirt.. and fell asleep with all my makeup on, my feet black cause i was too lazy. to bathe. or change.
woke up freezing in the middle of the night.
(anyone stupid enough to fell asleep in their underwear with their makeup would.)
woke up to find my mom saying that i look like some prostitute strewn across the bed in my underwear and makeup.
whatever la, mom.
and spent the rest of the day trying to find my jewellery which i subconsciously took off while i was sleeping.
somehow i think it was the shoes that pulled this whole thing off.
i think it was asiawoman magazine which said that there are 3 things that a woman does to signal a new beginning or and ending in her life.
1. get a haircut.
2. buy new shoes.
3. change her entire look.
new beginning.
new blog.
the ending?
rmun.
no more responsibility.
i am *so* glad.
and the boys gawking at my team wasn't that great either.
it's a piece of cloth.
it's bound to show a little bit of leg now and then.
and it's not like they haven't even seen girls in spags before.
or legs.
and after rmun was running down the corridor practically screaming "no more responisbility......i am FREE......." over and over...
and then i bumped into one of the rjc people in blazers.
then i started laughing.
and i didn't even move.
i just stopped at the place i bumped into him.
and started laughing.
he backed off and muttered that he was sorry and walked away.
really quickly.
that made me laugh even more.
he must have thought i was some crazy crap or something..
and justina is now...the 8th person this year to be called my lesbian girlfriend...
yucks.
(no offence justina. i'm "yucksing" the person who called us lesbians.)
i seriously don't know what's wrong with these people.
maybe i send off a 'lesbian vibe' or something..
*rolls eyes*
whatever.
testing.
am damn tired.
school in 8 hours.
rmun stole my saturday.
comment system's not working yet.
neither is the template fixed.
need a new link graphic.
and need to put ilajna in front of everything.
decided to delete the other blog 2 weeks ago..
mainly because i thought that my life was too high profile..
and that i if i wanted to blog without making anyone angry, i had to live too lives.
one in reality.
and one on the net.
so basically i walked around with the "my life is too high-profile, too many people know me. i just can't blog down secrets, because half the world will find out."
and then today, i just realized that i was no michael jackson.
i'm not even that famous.
anjali's not famous.
maybe my family name is...
well..
semi famous.
so type my family name down in yahoo.
it's narepuk backwards.
and you'll get the old site.
both dad and sis have strangers searching for their names.
if you ask me.. that's pretty..semi famous.
anyway it wasn't any big..enlightening thing that made me want to blog again.
nothing really even happened.
lost my nail buffer.
found my nail buffer.
went for rmun.
screwed up the fashion parade.
fell asleep on my bed after rmun after throwing of my spag strap with the attached "wings"...the scratchy skirt.. and fell asleep with all my makeup on, my feet black cause i was too lazy. to bathe. or change.
woke up freezing in the middle of the night.
(anyone stupid enough to fell asleep in their underwear with their makeup would.)
woke up to find my mom saying that i look like some prostitute strewn across the bed in my underwear and makeup.
whatever la, mom.
and spent the rest of the day trying to find my jewellery which i subconsciously took off while i was sleeping.
somehow i think it was the shoes that pulled this whole thing off.
i think it was asiawoman magazine which said that there are 3 things that a woman does to signal a new beginning or and ending in her life.
1. get a haircut.
2. buy new shoes.
3. change her entire look.
new beginning.
new blog.
the ending?
rmun.
no more responsibility.
i am *so* glad.
and the boys gawking at my team wasn't that great either.
it's a piece of cloth.
it's bound to show a little bit of leg now and then.
and it's not like they haven't even seen girls in spags before.
or legs.
and after rmun was running down the corridor practically screaming "no more responisbility......i am FREE......." over and over...
and then i bumped into one of the rjc people in blazers.
then i started laughing.
and i didn't even move.
i just stopped at the place i bumped into him.
and started laughing.
he backed off and muttered that he was sorry and walked away.
really quickly.
that made me laugh even more.
he must have thought i was some crazy crap or something..
and justina is now...the 8th person this year to be called my lesbian girlfriend...
yucks.
(no offence justina. i'm "yucksing" the person who called us lesbians.)
i seriously don't know what's wrong with these people.
maybe i send off a 'lesbian vibe' or something..
*rolls eyes*
whatever.
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