- Bay:: watch.
- Boarding school:: Eton Prep.
- Riddle:: riddler/batman?
- Hunger:: strike.
- Allergic:: Reaction
- Sponsored:: Versace's sponsoring x-tina...interesting..
- Spin:: city
- Interest:: fascination.
- Scrabble:: x is 10 points
- Mold:: cold?
Monday, August 25, 2003
Friday, August 15, 2003
listening to basement jaxx's remix of justin timberlake's song...
damn cool.
am turning 16 in a month's time.
on the 1st of september.
teacher's day.
*hint*.
kaez.
forget it.
anyway.
i can finally get in to nc 16 movies legally...
not that i am a big fan of movies anyway...
[sylvia, i'm still considering your request...]
last year, zouk made this one week party thing... and they reduced the entry thing to 16...
*so close.....*
at least some people think that i can pass off as 18...
especially the hilton people in sri lanka...
at 1.30am at the hilton bar...
me: can i have a lychee margherita please?
bartender: *does a whole lot of tricks and finally pours out the drink* 400 rupees, ma'am.
me: charge it to my room.
[my darling new found friend waves his hand at the bartender..]
bartender: that's alright, it's on the house.
me: haha! really? thanks! *remembers to act 18...* erhm..thanks.
bartender: your friend offered to pay for you.
tip of the day: when in rome, do as the romans do. when at the hilton in sri lanka, make friends with the owner's son and you can get away with anything.
i bet the bartender probably knew that i wasn't even 17..
ah well.
connections, baby.
found out later that gee told the rents that i was 'flirting' with him... just to get free stuff.
i suppose the tattling went like this...
gee: she was SMILING...and FLIPPING HER HAIR... and LAUGHING at his stupid jokes...
the rents: *stares*
gee: you know anjali, *i* know anjali... she NEVER laughs at stupid jokes... she just *stares* at you with the you're-so-dumb-i-wouldn't-even-give-you-a-pity-laugh glare.
the rents: it's her holiday too, geetha. let her have some fun.
gee: IT'S ALL MY FAULT. I SHOULDN'T HAVE BROUGHT HER TO TONI AND GUY TO GET HER 500 DOLLAR HAIRCUT...
to my defence, i was just *talking* to him.
gee's just really presumptuous.
and besides, the only reason why i was up at 2.30am in the hotel lobby was cause i was up waiting for her to come back...
hmm.. come to think of it, i've always been fascinated with bars..and bartenders...
really like the fluidity in which they move when they make their drinks...
and all the stunts they pull off...
i think it started when i was 9, and we went to some resort in malaysia...
and they were having some formal dinner thing so my cousin and i just wandered of to this bar in the middle of the lobby...
and everyone was at the dinner so the bartender was nice enough to entertain us...
at that time both of us were too short to even get on the bar stool by ourselves...
and the bartender and his friend came out, carried us, and put us on the chair, and went back behind the counter...
he kept doing tricks, but wouldn't let us drink anything except water, cause
a) we were 9.
b) we had no money to pay for the orange juice.
and at that time the "charge it to my room" idea hadn't appealed to me yet.
and gee's friend's a bartender.
a cool one at that.
although he's another one who gives me water and nothing else.
damn cool.
am turning 16 in a month's time.
on the 1st of september.
teacher's day.
*hint*.
kaez.
forget it.
anyway.
i can finally get in to nc 16 movies legally...
not that i am a big fan of movies anyway...
[sylvia, i'm still considering your request...]
last year, zouk made this one week party thing... and they reduced the entry thing to 16...
*so close.....*
at least some people think that i can pass off as 18...
especially the hilton people in sri lanka...
at 1.30am at the hilton bar...
me: can i have a lychee margherita please?
bartender: *does a whole lot of tricks and finally pours out the drink* 400 rupees, ma'am.
me: charge it to my room.
[my darling new found friend waves his hand at the bartender..]
bartender: that's alright, it's on the house.
me: haha! really? thanks! *remembers to act 18...* erhm..thanks.
bartender: your friend offered to pay for you.
tip of the day: when in rome, do as the romans do. when at the hilton in sri lanka, make friends with the owner's son and you can get away with anything.
i bet the bartender probably knew that i wasn't even 17..
ah well.
connections, baby.
found out later that gee told the rents that i was 'flirting' with him... just to get free stuff.
i suppose the tattling went like this...
gee: she was SMILING...and FLIPPING HER HAIR... and LAUGHING at his stupid jokes...
the rents: *stares*
gee: you know anjali, *i* know anjali... she NEVER laughs at stupid jokes... she just *stares* at you with the you're-so-dumb-i-wouldn't-even-give-you-a-pity-laugh glare.
the rents: it's her holiday too, geetha. let her have some fun.
gee: IT'S ALL MY FAULT. I SHOULDN'T HAVE BROUGHT HER TO TONI AND GUY TO GET HER 500 DOLLAR HAIRCUT...
to my defence, i was just *talking* to him.
gee's just really presumptuous.
and besides, the only reason why i was up at 2.30am in the hotel lobby was cause i was up waiting for her to come back...
hmm.. come to think of it, i've always been fascinated with bars..and bartenders...
really like the fluidity in which they move when they make their drinks...
and all the stunts they pull off...
i think it started when i was 9, and we went to some resort in malaysia...
and they were having some formal dinner thing so my cousin and i just wandered of to this bar in the middle of the lobby...
and everyone was at the dinner so the bartender was nice enough to entertain us...
at that time both of us were too short to even get on the bar stool by ourselves...
and the bartender and his friend came out, carried us, and put us on the chair, and went back behind the counter...
he kept doing tricks, but wouldn't let us drink anything except water, cause
a) we were 9.
b) we had no money to pay for the orange juice.
and at that time the "charge it to my room" idea hadn't appealed to me yet.
and gee's friend's a bartender.
a cool one at that.
although he's another one who gives me water and nothing else.
Thursday, August 14, 2003
taken from qing's blog..
agh...damn girl ANITA whateva-yr-stupid-name-might-be!! Curse u!!die!diediedie!!....k....i think sen's even more agitated than me....loL....
k....lemme start from e beginning...see, during lunch we went ta e western stall n CONSIDERATELY went to e back of e q to Q UP! and afta waiting a loooooooooong time, there were still around, 2 or 3 ppl in front us (sen sherry n me) when sum lousy girl CUTS RIGHT IN FRONT n orders her food! lousy her! so sen says most POLITELY 'please go n q up, thank you...' n u noe wad e inconsiderate bug said? she TSK at us, roll her eyes n say smt like 'wah lao..' huh? hu she speaking to? she's only a SERVANT to her frenz man! she was like, one person alone there n her frenz, or shud i say, 'frenz' were 3 or 4 stepz away, n not one of them came ta help her rebutt...ya, n SHE was e one buying all their food as well......LOUSY IDIOT!
im not finished....sen identified her as some stupid SEC 3 from NCC, her name: Anita smt smt, n she was also e one who obtained a lot of prizes for some cadet thingy of the NCC........but who cares? what's a 'TALENTED' idiot if she has no moral? see what happened ta bill clinton after his affiar?yea?well that's her....we shud really refer her to miss dorai.......she FOR SURE has looots ta say abt moral n stuff.....
lemme continue......she is ALSO LOUSY in her ENGLISH!!!she's not witty at all! can't even beat sen! for e.g
sen: If you've got legs can't you WALK to the back of e q n line up?
her: well, im not like you so lame.
HUH???what is that supposed to mean??lame? u saying hu? damn dung....
and u noe what's e WORST thing? she didn't PAY for her food! she juz snatched her food frm the poor auntie, turned around 180 degrees n stalked off to join her 'frenz'...n left the poor auntie there staring at her (she even called out 'oi' but e idiot ignored her/chose to ignore her).....hello? if u no money to pay, don't cut q, n if u cut q, don't argue wif e ppl whose q u juz cutted.....is she stupid or what?......damn her.....
oh yeah, n as she was 'exchanging' remarks wif sen, she faced er.....lemme be polite, the AIR! wow, does she think she's Jay Chou? at least ppl LOVE to hear him speak! but hello??!!hu e damn hell r YOU muttering to?? *roll eyes* n she's sooooooo ugly...i can't stand her...her specs r like, what? THICK black rims.....yuck yuck yuck yuck!!n she told sen,
Her: dare to scold sec 3s don't dare to scold sec 4s
errrbz....hello??y do we not dare to scold sec 4z? juz cuz yr unnaturally tall does not mean we're younger than u....n that does NOT gif u e right to cut our q, n that does not mean u own e world, cuz u certainly cant order ME around!!
ha, even i this peace-loving person also can't stand her....i reeeeeeeeen for soooo long while sen arguing wif her, untill e end even i can't stand it already....but thank god i remebered i DO NOT want to go to jail, so i told sen not to DEGRADE ourselves to her level by communicating to her using any form of communication....oh, n did i mention? even hyenas sound better than her n her bunch of good-for-nothing 'frenz'.
lousy dummy.
yeah.
so anyway, they came back and started telling everyone about this anita girl.
i told them to bring me along next time so that i could bash her face in.
qing now thinks that *i* am more likely to go to jail.
hmph.
78% qing, 78%.
anyway, that girl came in during the bio test...
so the entire class started tsking away after qing started screaming "that's her...the stupid sec 3 who made sen angry.."
TSk...TSK...TSK...
and the blur girl didn't know that it was directed towards her.
geez.
if you walk into a whole class of sec 4s and suddenly all of them start tsking, it's obvious that they are doing it to you, right?
argh. well anyway, she was going to walk of out the class, oblivious to the fact that the entire class was pissed at her.
so i had to do something.
"LAME people can't QUEUE for NUTS, man!"
and then she spun around and stared at me.
i smiled at her.
and the class started laughing at her and tsking louder.
4G3 POWER!
let's all bully the juniors together.
and i was sitting in front of cherryn, her encik, so she couldn't do anything because her encik was watching.
ha. ha. ha.
serves you right, sec 3 girl.
just cause we've passed out doesn't mean that we don't own the school anymore.
and then event that happened last time in the canteen. when these juniors were at a sec 4 table. and when we, sec 4s politely ask them to move...
"i don't see you name on it."
*slams nametag down on the table* "THERE IT IS...NOW GET OUT."
haha. that was quite witty, even if i do say so myself.
anyway, in the end the juniors clearing cause sec 4s are smart enough to "put their names on stuff"...
agh...damn girl ANITA whateva-yr-stupid-name-might-be!! Curse u!!die!diediedie!!....k....i think sen's even more agitated than me....loL....
k....lemme start from e beginning...see, during lunch we went ta e western stall n CONSIDERATELY went to e back of e q to Q UP! and afta waiting a loooooooooong time, there were still around, 2 or 3 ppl in front us (sen sherry n me) when sum lousy girl CUTS RIGHT IN FRONT n orders her food! lousy her! so sen says most POLITELY 'please go n q up, thank you...' n u noe wad e inconsiderate bug said? she TSK at us, roll her eyes n say smt like 'wah lao..' huh? hu she speaking to? she's only a SERVANT to her frenz man! she was like, one person alone there n her frenz, or shud i say, 'frenz' were 3 or 4 stepz away, n not one of them came ta help her rebutt...ya, n SHE was e one buying all their food as well......LOUSY IDIOT!
im not finished....sen identified her as some stupid SEC 3 from NCC, her name: Anita smt smt, n she was also e one who obtained a lot of prizes for some cadet thingy of the NCC........but who cares? what's a 'TALENTED' idiot if she has no moral? see what happened ta bill clinton after his affiar?yea?well that's her....we shud really refer her to miss dorai.......she FOR SURE has looots ta say abt moral n stuff.....
lemme continue......she is ALSO LOUSY in her ENGLISH!!!she's not witty at all! can't even beat sen! for e.g
sen: If you've got legs can't you WALK to the back of e q n line up?
her: well, im not like you so lame.
HUH???what is that supposed to mean??lame? u saying hu? damn dung....
and u noe what's e WORST thing? she didn't PAY for her food! she juz snatched her food frm the poor auntie, turned around 180 degrees n stalked off to join her 'frenz'...n left the poor auntie there staring at her (she even called out 'oi' but e idiot ignored her/chose to ignore her).....hello? if u no money to pay, don't cut q, n if u cut q, don't argue wif e ppl whose q u juz cutted.....is she stupid or what?......damn her.....
oh yeah, n as she was 'exchanging' remarks wif sen, she faced er.....lemme be polite, the AIR! wow, does she think she's Jay Chou? at least ppl LOVE to hear him speak! but hello??!!hu e damn hell r YOU muttering to?? *roll eyes* n she's sooooooo ugly...i can't stand her...her specs r like, what? THICK black rims.....yuck yuck yuck yuck!!n she told sen,
Her: dare to scold sec 3s don't dare to scold sec 4s
errrbz....hello??y do we not dare to scold sec 4z? juz cuz yr unnaturally tall does not mean we're younger than u....n that does NOT gif u e right to cut our q, n that does not mean u own e world, cuz u certainly cant order ME around!!
ha, even i this peace-loving person also can't stand her....i reeeeeeeeen for soooo long while sen arguing wif her, untill e end even i can't stand it already....but thank god i remebered i DO NOT want to go to jail, so i told sen not to DEGRADE ourselves to her level by communicating to her using any form of communication....oh, n did i mention? even hyenas sound better than her n her bunch of good-for-nothing 'frenz'.
lousy dummy.
yeah.
so anyway, they came back and started telling everyone about this anita girl.
i told them to bring me along next time so that i could bash her face in.
qing now thinks that *i* am more likely to go to jail.
hmph.
78% qing, 78%.
anyway, that girl came in during the bio test...
so the entire class started tsking away after qing started screaming "that's her...the stupid sec 3 who made sen angry.."
TSk...TSK...TSK...
and the blur girl didn't know that it was directed towards her.
geez.
if you walk into a whole class of sec 4s and suddenly all of them start tsking, it's obvious that they are doing it to you, right?
argh. well anyway, she was going to walk of out the class, oblivious to the fact that the entire class was pissed at her.
so i had to do something.
"LAME people can't QUEUE for NUTS, man!"
and then she spun around and stared at me.
i smiled at her.
and the class started laughing at her and tsking louder.
4G3 POWER!
let's all bully the juniors together.
and i was sitting in front of cherryn, her encik, so she couldn't do anything because her encik was watching.
ha. ha. ha.
serves you right, sec 3 girl.
just cause we've passed out doesn't mean that we don't own the school anymore.
and then event that happened last time in the canteen. when these juniors were at a sec 4 table. and when we, sec 4s politely ask them to move...
"i don't see you name on it."
*slams nametag down on the table* "THERE IT IS...NOW GET OUT."
haha. that was quite witty, even if i do say so myself.
anyway, in the end the juniors clearing cause sec 4s are smart enough to "put their names on stuff"...
this week's unconscious mutterings....
- Miss America:: world peace.
- Cherubs:: angel wings
- Shark Week:: discovery channel
- Sunflowers:: translocation
- Sorority:: university life
- Grilled chicken: meat
- 100:: percent?
- Tickle monster:: prognosticate molest charges.
- Veronica:: Siah
- Slurpee:: brain freeze
long time since i've blogged...hmm...
let's see... since the last time you saw me...
jane's addiction got back together...
hilary duff suddenly became a 'star'...
o level results got released...
boston u's application for masters in linguistics might be a problem...
and other stuff happened...
now members of the class have been named after disney princesses...
sarah: so what is gwen?
me: MULAN!
gwen: who's mulan?
jean: you know...the girl who fought in the chinese army...
gwen: oh..
me: wait...so if sarah's snow white, gwen's mulan, tam's sleeping beauty and all the rest.. what am i?
jean: hmm...*thinks* malificent.
me: AH? *rather disappointed that i got a witch...a cool witch nevertheless...but still...
WHY DO I ALWAYS GET THE VILLIAN?
ah well.
and then i went to shan's house yesterday to borrow her bio notes.
called her up at 9.30pm... (i just woke up) and then stared at the ceiling contemplating whether i should just wear what i wore to bed, and throw on a pair of pants..and run over to shan's without anyone noticing anything...
mom police caught me and demanded that i wear something decent.
ah well.
and shan's brother's probably too embarassed going to talk to me for some time...
was walking around their house when he just came out from the shower.
he saw me, did a 180 degrees turn and walked back into his room as fast as he could...
moral of the story: don't go walking around other people's houses when their family members are just coming out of the shower.
his expression was quite funny.
shan and i were laughing about it all through the next day.
and the o level results for tamil got released.
on the whole, the school did much worse than expected...
had to sit according to our index number...
and then the principal was giving us this loooong speech on how badly we did and how we might bring the school's rep down if we don't buck up...
i was occasionally listening...
and usually all i could hear from her was..
"i don't want you to be the batch that goes down in history, if you don't start now it will be too late....i don't want you to be the batch that goes down in history, your seniors did much better than you did...i don't want you to be the batch that goes down in history..."
pea was sitting behind me.
i think i was squeezing her hand so tight i cut of her blood supply.
and then we got our results.
nina and sarah started crying.
mainly because they had a2s.
hmph.
most people would be happy with an a2..
and then i heard mdm rina say "are you ok?" from behind me.
turns out she was talking to fatimah who was sitting behind.
fatimah was crying too.
i found myself walking down with her back to class.
trying to comfort her.
so i got back to class and syaz was waiting for us at the door...
we wanted her to come up with us to get our results, but she didn't want to be 'extra'...
ah..
well she saw fatimah and took care of her.
so i just went to my seat and sat down.
figured that i might as well call up my parents and let them know my score.
hid in the back of the classroom to make sure that i wouldn't get caught.
mom picked up the phone.
i told my results.
and then it dawned upon me that this was real.
for all the hard work that i put in i got this crap score.
and i could have done better if i had started earlier.
and then i started crying.
maybe it was the atmosphere.
not many people had dry eyes.
plus the talk the principal gave was more of a reprimanding session, rather than an encouraging one.
amane cried.
we let her down.
i feel guilty for making her cry... no matter how mean she's been to me for the past 4 years...
and i hung up cause i didn't want my mom to hear my cry.
so i turned around to see the entire class.
and for the first time in my secondary school life, i cried in front of people.
somehow i think crescent's cool.
it's ok to be a girl and start crying in a girls' school...
5 minutes later, half the class would be crying with you too...
spoke to 7 people.
ranging from the rents to my tuition teacher to the cedar principal, a close family friend...
all of them told me that it was no use retaking it.
dad's more supportive than usual..
halfway through dinner he left his seat and ran to his room and picked up a pen and paper and started drawing gausian (is that what you call it?) curves and started explaining the percentile theory to me.
good ol' dad.
fork in one hand, pen in the other.
i guess that's the good thing about him...he's always so steady...makes me feel secure...
gee applied to lse with her o level results.
they took her in right away.
prob cause she got 8a1s and 1a2 for french.
plan 3b of taking a masters in linguistics and then working for a bank is probably not going to work out with this crap score for language #3.
now i have to rely on my french and english.
there a problem though.
boston u would take me in due to me 3 humanes 3 languages 4 sciences course.
i need great scores for all of them to get in.
but life goes on, right?
so what if boston u wouldn't want to take me in anymore?
i applied when i was 14.
i got the callback last month.
i'm 2 years early.
and i'm not saying that their standards are substandard....
i'm just saying that its equivocal what the criteria is.
let's see... since the last time you saw me...
jane's addiction got back together...
hilary duff suddenly became a 'star'...
o level results got released...
boston u's application for masters in linguistics might be a problem...
and other stuff happened...
now members of the class have been named after disney princesses...
sarah: so what is gwen?
me: MULAN!
gwen: who's mulan?
jean: you know...the girl who fought in the chinese army...
gwen: oh..
me: wait...so if sarah's snow white, gwen's mulan, tam's sleeping beauty and all the rest.. what am i?
jean: hmm...*thinks* malificent.
me: AH? *rather disappointed that i got a witch...a cool witch nevertheless...but still...
WHY DO I ALWAYS GET THE VILLIAN?
ah well.
and then i went to shan's house yesterday to borrow her bio notes.
called her up at 9.30pm... (i just woke up) and then stared at the ceiling contemplating whether i should just wear what i wore to bed, and throw on a pair of pants..and run over to shan's without anyone noticing anything...
mom police caught me and demanded that i wear something decent.
ah well.
and shan's brother's probably too embarassed going to talk to me for some time...
was walking around their house when he just came out from the shower.
he saw me, did a 180 degrees turn and walked back into his room as fast as he could...
moral of the story: don't go walking around other people's houses when their family members are just coming out of the shower.
his expression was quite funny.
shan and i were laughing about it all through the next day.
and the o level results for tamil got released.
on the whole, the school did much worse than expected...
had to sit according to our index number...
and then the principal was giving us this loooong speech on how badly we did and how we might bring the school's rep down if we don't buck up...
i was occasionally listening...
and usually all i could hear from her was..
"i don't want you to be the batch that goes down in history, if you don't start now it will be too late....i don't want you to be the batch that goes down in history, your seniors did much better than you did...i don't want you to be the batch that goes down in history..."
pea was sitting behind me.
i think i was squeezing her hand so tight i cut of her blood supply.
and then we got our results.
nina and sarah started crying.
mainly because they had a2s.
hmph.
most people would be happy with an a2..
and then i heard mdm rina say "are you ok?" from behind me.
turns out she was talking to fatimah who was sitting behind.
fatimah was crying too.
i found myself walking down with her back to class.
trying to comfort her.
so i got back to class and syaz was waiting for us at the door...
we wanted her to come up with us to get our results, but she didn't want to be 'extra'...
ah..
well she saw fatimah and took care of her.
so i just went to my seat and sat down.
figured that i might as well call up my parents and let them know my score.
hid in the back of the classroom to make sure that i wouldn't get caught.
mom picked up the phone.
i told my results.
and then it dawned upon me that this was real.
for all the hard work that i put in i got this crap score.
and i could have done better if i had started earlier.
and then i started crying.
maybe it was the atmosphere.
not many people had dry eyes.
plus the talk the principal gave was more of a reprimanding session, rather than an encouraging one.
amane cried.
we let her down.
i feel guilty for making her cry... no matter how mean she's been to me for the past 4 years...
and i hung up cause i didn't want my mom to hear my cry.
so i turned around to see the entire class.
and for the first time in my secondary school life, i cried in front of people.
somehow i think crescent's cool.
it's ok to be a girl and start crying in a girls' school...
5 minutes later, half the class would be crying with you too...
spoke to 7 people.
ranging from the rents to my tuition teacher to the cedar principal, a close family friend...
all of them told me that it was no use retaking it.
dad's more supportive than usual..
halfway through dinner he left his seat and ran to his room and picked up a pen and paper and started drawing gausian (is that what you call it?) curves and started explaining the percentile theory to me.
good ol' dad.
fork in one hand, pen in the other.
i guess that's the good thing about him...he's always so steady...makes me feel secure...
gee applied to lse with her o level results.
they took her in right away.
prob cause she got 8a1s and 1a2 for french.
plan 3b of taking a masters in linguistics and then working for a bank is probably not going to work out with this crap score for language #3.
now i have to rely on my french and english.
there a problem though.
boston u would take me in due to me 3 humanes 3 languages 4 sciences course.
i need great scores for all of them to get in.
but life goes on, right?
so what if boston u wouldn't want to take me in anymore?
i applied when i was 14.
i got the callback last month.
i'm 2 years early.
and i'm not saying that their standards are substandard....
i'm just saying that its equivocal what the criteria is.
Sunday, August 10, 2003
this is how my family plans our next vacation.
(our house has 5 phones...go figure..)
myself - connects the phone to my mic-headset, leaving my hands free to multitask. (ie, use the computer and chat with other people (including gee) online.)
gee - connects the phone to an identical mic-headset, leaving her hands free to multitask (only difference is that she's on the computer doing real work..)
the 2nd house phone is on the speaker mode, so the entire block can hear the conversation...
dad - sprawled on his bed, usually reading that month's medical journal. he relies on the speaker phone andshouts out whenever he has anything to say, so that the speaker would pick it up.
mom - only person who uses a phone like it should be used. also manages to watch some soap opera on tv at the same time.
mom: so where do you want to go for the holidays?
me: SRI LANKA!
dad: *laughs* but we've been there before.
me: we didn't get to go to jaffna. (msgs gee - "LET'S GET THEM TO LET US GO TO JAFFNA...BACK ME UP GEE...")
mom: you won't be able to survive there.
gee: besides, we just came back from there. (msgs me back - "WE CAN'T BECAUSE WE JUST WENT THERE FOR OUR LAST VACATION.")
me: but how can you say that? you keep telling gee and myself that we should be proud of our heritage, and that we should never forget where we come from. we come from jaffna, yet you guys won't even let us go there...
mom: you go dear, and instead of coming back with a fractured ankle, you'll come back with no ankle after stepping on a landmine...
me: hmph. what about somewhere in europe...i haven't been there in a long time...
mom: you want to go to france?
me: yeah?
dad: *wails* i just went there 2 months ago...
gee: i went there 6 months ago, nothing would have changed, i'm not going to waste my money going to a place that i have already gone to before...
mom: she's got a point. i just went there with your dad.
me: great. i'm the only member in this family who studies french....and i'm the only one who *hasn't* been there...
gee: i speak french. i work for the french bank.
mom: anjali, you start earning your own money, then you can go wherever you want.
me: then let's go to prague.
gee: nope.
me: WHY?!
gee: i've been there. it'd be boring if i have to go again.
dad: where's prague?
mom: i think it might be near switzerland.
gee: it's the capital of the czech republic. choose somewhere that i haven't been to.
me: that's impossible since you go EVERYWHERE. argh...ok...greece..athens.
gee: been there.
mom: been there.
dad: me too.
mom: shall we go to japan?
me: i hate japanese food.. why can't we go to the maldives?
dad: i'm too old for the maldives.
me: istanbul?
gee: will it be cold in japan?
mom: i don't know, i'll have to check with our travel agent.
me: turkey?
gee: they're both the same place dumbo.
me: i knew that.
dad: do you want to go to somewhere snowy?
me: no. i hate the snow.
gee: YOU'VE NEVER SEEN THE SNOW. HOW CAN YOU SAY THAT YOU HATE IT.
me: i don't like the air con. snow would be worse. let's go somewhere hot... mauritius...
mom: i heard switzerland would be nice around this time...
dad: it's been a long time since i've been to switzerland...
mom: so shall we go there?
me: why can't we go to russia? i missed out my chance earlier.
dad: i've been to russia. the people there aren't very friendly. you wouldn't have liked it even if you had gone.
me: thou canst not speak of that thou does not feel.
mom: what?
me: nevermind. rome?
gee: i've been there. so has dad.
dad: yeah.
me: copenhagen?
gee: we have cousins there.
dad: your mom and i went there last year too. and we met all of your cousins.
me: let's just go to london.
gee: I LIVE IN LONDON.
me: good for you.
gee: THEN THAT WON'T BE A HOLIDAY FOR ME.
me: too bad.
dad: why don't we go to india?
mom: that seems nice...
me: i don't want to go to indiaaaaa...
gee: which part of india, north or south?
dad: you pick.
me: i don't want to go to indiaaaa....
gee: let's go to the north.
mom: geetha wants to see the fashions there.
me: i don't want to go to indiaaaa...
(our house has 5 phones...go figure..)
myself - connects the phone to my mic-headset, leaving my hands free to multitask. (ie, use the computer and chat with other people (including gee) online.)
gee - connects the phone to an identical mic-headset, leaving her hands free to multitask (only difference is that she's on the computer doing real work..)
the 2nd house phone is on the speaker mode, so the entire block can hear the conversation...
dad - sprawled on his bed, usually reading that month's medical journal. he relies on the speaker phone andshouts out whenever he has anything to say, so that the speaker would pick it up.
mom - only person who uses a phone like it should be used. also manages to watch some soap opera on tv at the same time.
mom: so where do you want to go for the holidays?
me: SRI LANKA!
dad: *laughs* but we've been there before.
me: we didn't get to go to jaffna. (msgs gee - "LET'S GET THEM TO LET US GO TO JAFFNA...BACK ME UP GEE...")
mom: you won't be able to survive there.
gee: besides, we just came back from there. (msgs me back - "WE CAN'T BECAUSE WE JUST WENT THERE FOR OUR LAST VACATION.")
me: but how can you say that? you keep telling gee and myself that we should be proud of our heritage, and that we should never forget where we come from. we come from jaffna, yet you guys won't even let us go there...
mom: you go dear, and instead of coming back with a fractured ankle, you'll come back with no ankle after stepping on a landmine...
me: hmph. what about somewhere in europe...i haven't been there in a long time...
mom: you want to go to france?
me: yeah?
dad: *wails* i just went there 2 months ago...
gee: i went there 6 months ago, nothing would have changed, i'm not going to waste my money going to a place that i have already gone to before...
mom: she's got a point. i just went there with your dad.
me: great. i'm the only member in this family who studies french....and i'm the only one who *hasn't* been there...
gee: i speak french. i work for the french bank.
mom: anjali, you start earning your own money, then you can go wherever you want.
me: then let's go to prague.
gee: nope.
me: WHY?!
gee: i've been there. it'd be boring if i have to go again.
dad: where's prague?
mom: i think it might be near switzerland.
gee: it's the capital of the czech republic. choose somewhere that i haven't been to.
me: that's impossible since you go EVERYWHERE. argh...ok...greece..athens.
gee: been there.
mom: been there.
dad: me too.
mom: shall we go to japan?
me: i hate japanese food.. why can't we go to the maldives?
dad: i'm too old for the maldives.
me: istanbul?
gee: will it be cold in japan?
mom: i don't know, i'll have to check with our travel agent.
me: turkey?
gee: they're both the same place dumbo.
me: i knew that.
dad: do you want to go to somewhere snowy?
me: no. i hate the snow.
gee: YOU'VE NEVER SEEN THE SNOW. HOW CAN YOU SAY THAT YOU HATE IT.
me: i don't like the air con. snow would be worse. let's go somewhere hot... mauritius...
mom: i heard switzerland would be nice around this time...
dad: it's been a long time since i've been to switzerland...
mom: so shall we go there?
me: why can't we go to russia? i missed out my chance earlier.
dad: i've been to russia. the people there aren't very friendly. you wouldn't have liked it even if you had gone.
me: thou canst not speak of that thou does not feel.
mom: what?
me: nevermind. rome?
gee: i've been there. so has dad.
dad: yeah.
me: copenhagen?
gee: we have cousins there.
dad: your mom and i went there last year too. and we met all of your cousins.
me: let's just go to london.
gee: I LIVE IN LONDON.
me: good for you.
gee: THEN THAT WON'T BE A HOLIDAY FOR ME.
me: too bad.
dad: why don't we go to india?
mom: that seems nice...
me: i don't want to go to indiaaaaa...
gee: which part of india, north or south?
dad: you pick.
me: i don't want to go to indiaaaa....
gee: let's go to the north.
mom: geetha wants to see the fashions there.
me: i don't want to go to indiaaaa...
went shopping with mommy dearest on friday...
think i probably get my criticism from her too...
plus, it's great to go shopping with her cause she has her credit card.
only problem is that she usually hates shopping.
and the only reason why she asked me to go out with her was so that i could "advise" her on what to buy...
so anyway, she ran out of concealer so we both went down to the whole make up place in tangs to choose a concealer..
and lipstick cause she ran out of that too.
(my mom has great self restraint. she goes shopping and buys exactly what she wants.. and nothing else..)
and she needed a new pair of sunglasses cause she cracked the earlier ones lens...
so we went to dolce and gabanna...
and then she saw these court shoes...
and started screaming on how i actually dare to wear 5 inch heels after i fractured my ankle... and how i always come back with deformed feet cause my shoes are too small...
so..
we spent 3 hours at dolce and gabanna trying on court shoes.
or rather, i spent 3 hours trying on court shoes, while she picked out her sunglasses.. (the one with the most uv protection...how typical) in like 10 minutes...
ah well...
the shoes are *still* too small...
anyway, we decided to go to marks and spencer after that, but we were getting tired after walking around for 4 hours, so we just sat on one of those benches outside mrt people watching. my mom was wearing her new sunglasses and i, her old, cracked ones.
that took half an hour.
people sometimes would stare at us. we would just stare back.
haha. fun.
and then we went to marks and spencers.
i bought sparkling water and chocolates.
she bought rasberry tarts or something..
and then i had to lug the 1.5l bottle of sparkling water all the way along to tanglin mall...
then we walked around there for a while...
and then we came home.
some "family bonding" over there.
not many moms dare to sit down with their 15 year old daughter in the middle of orchard road with sunglasses on staring at everyone who walked by for half an hour..
and then we drove up to starhub's warehouse at ayer rajah to get my cable modem fixed.
according to my mom, it's *my* modem... so i'll have to be the one who has to go around in that ulu jungle lookig for a ware house.
found it in the end.
quite proud of myself.
maybe it's like training for ns.
speaking of ns, she wants me to go fo it too...
ugh.
"if you feel like it, you should join ns, you know..."
haha. yeah right.
5 days of obs was bad enough.
3 years of ns filled with overbearing sergeants and stinky boys?
no way.
think i probably get my criticism from her too...
plus, it's great to go shopping with her cause she has her credit card.
only problem is that she usually hates shopping.
and the only reason why she asked me to go out with her was so that i could "advise" her on what to buy...
so anyway, she ran out of concealer so we both went down to the whole make up place in tangs to choose a concealer..
and lipstick cause she ran out of that too.
(my mom has great self restraint. she goes shopping and buys exactly what she wants.. and nothing else..)
and she needed a new pair of sunglasses cause she cracked the earlier ones lens...
so we went to dolce and gabanna...
and then she saw these court shoes...
and started screaming on how i actually dare to wear 5 inch heels after i fractured my ankle... and how i always come back with deformed feet cause my shoes are too small...
so..
we spent 3 hours at dolce and gabanna trying on court shoes.
or rather, i spent 3 hours trying on court shoes, while she picked out her sunglasses.. (the one with the most uv protection...how typical) in like 10 minutes...
ah well...
the shoes are *still* too small...
anyway, we decided to go to marks and spencer after that, but we were getting tired after walking around for 4 hours, so we just sat on one of those benches outside mrt people watching. my mom was wearing her new sunglasses and i, her old, cracked ones.
that took half an hour.
people sometimes would stare at us. we would just stare back.
haha. fun.
and then we went to marks and spencers.
i bought sparkling water and chocolates.
she bought rasberry tarts or something..
and then i had to lug the 1.5l bottle of sparkling water all the way along to tanglin mall...
then we walked around there for a while...
and then we came home.
some "family bonding" over there.
not many moms dare to sit down with their 15 year old daughter in the middle of orchard road with sunglasses on staring at everyone who walked by for half an hour..
and then we drove up to starhub's warehouse at ayer rajah to get my cable modem fixed.
according to my mom, it's *my* modem... so i'll have to be the one who has to go around in that ulu jungle lookig for a ware house.
found it in the end.
quite proud of myself.
maybe it's like training for ns.
speaking of ns, she wants me to go fo it too...
ugh.
"if you feel like it, you should join ns, you know..."
haha. yeah right.
5 days of obs was bad enough.
3 years of ns filled with overbearing sergeants and stinky boys?
no way.
Sunday, August 03, 2003
You're J.Lo's album, J to tha L-O! You've been
through it all, and you sure as hell are gonna
sing about it!
Guess what album you are?
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kjfishie
You are Nadia a.k.a Sophia.
Selfish yet sweet, you are a mail-order bride from
Russia who enjoys marrying men for their money,
and then having your family members help rake
in the fun.
Which Incarnation of Nicole Kidman Are You?
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got these from claud's blog...
STUDENTS DRINKING
You're a novelty sign. You like to joke around,
and most likely are one of the intoxicated
college students, this sign is talking about.
You're the life of the party, and when you're
around, everyone has a good laugh.
What's Your Sign?
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Threat rating: laughable. Stick to your crazed
ramblings and yelling at lamp posts.
What threat to the Bush administration are you?
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STUDENTS DRINKING
You're a novelty sign. You like to joke around,
and most likely are one of the intoxicated
college students, this sign is talking about.
You're the life of the party, and when you're
around, everyone has a good laugh.
What's Your Sign?
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Threat rating: laughable. Stick to your crazed
ramblings and yelling at lamp posts.
What threat to the Bush administration are you?
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back for some more unconscious mutterings...
did you see the 9.30 news?
they were doing this feature about bar top dancing..
and then they showed the reporter *on the bar top* with this girl gyrating in front of him...
that was funny...
- Hook:: Captain
- Greg:: Dharma
- Sixty:: Nine.
- Breakfast:: Buffet
- Dollar:: consumer price index.
- Unpredictable:: thunder storms.
- O:: man.
- Bathing suit:: tan.
- Inconsiderate:: 'socially irresponsible.'
- Marx:: karl
did you see the 9.30 news?
they were doing this feature about bar top dancing..
and then they showed the reporter *on the bar top* with this girl gyrating in front of him...
that was funny...
elaine's "amazing threesome" [somehow the more i think of it, the more it sounds like charlie's angels..] went to the fmss funfair yesterday.
somehow whenever the three of us.. (ie. jean, shan and myself) go out together... we'll always be up to *something*...
this time it was the reflexology thing...
the three of us were walking around fmss waving out hands about waiting for the henns to dry and we found our sweaty selves in a nice air conditioned room... and then this lady waddles up to us...
her: come, come girl, you want a reflexology massage?
me: eh...
her: it's *really* cheap... only 40 dollars!!!
shan: eh...
her: it's really good.. our students are learnt how to do it in a workshop...
jean: eh...
(all three of us probably had the same thought in our heads: there is *no* way that i am *ever* going to let some amateur play with my precious feet for 40 bucks...)
me: oh.. we have no coupons... so we can't pay...
her: AH! but you can buy some more!!!
(to our horror the ticket counter is *RIGHT* next door... )
shan: eh...
her: so i'll put you down... ok?
jean: eh...
her: what's your name?
jean: me?
her: yes?
jean: oh..um..j-e-a-n-n-e..
her: j-a-e..what?
jean: no... j-e-a-n-n-e..
her: j-a-e-n-e..
jean: no..ah..nevermind..
(and then she sent her husband or whoever he was to *escort* us to the ticket counter to pay for that massage...)
jean: i don't want to waste my money on the massage..
shan: so what are we going to do?
me: *grabs shan's hand as we sneak out...*
and then there was the satay...
which took years to be fried...
so we just left that halfway as well...
we did have fun playing the gladiator thing though..
there were three of us..and only two could play...
at first i didn't really like the look of it..
and then i consented to playing with shan...
and here's the deal..
we met charlotte and her sis...
problem solved. 4 of us. 2 pairs.
then charlotte backed out.
and i guess jean didn't want to play cause she was wearing a skirt...
ah well..
you really missed out jean..
anyway, we climbed on to this huge rubber thing...
and we had to stand on these *really* wobbly stands...
i have a feeling that since the game was actually for kids the stands couldn't really support my weight..
ah well..
they supported my weight after all...
and then we were given these club things..
to club your opponent until she toppled over..
it was really fun...
shan's a nice person to play with...
she won the first round...
so i just pulled her down when i fell..
nice. underhanded means of playing eh?
i won the second and third rounds..
and she won the last...
the referees (sec 5 fmss people) seemed quite amused..
one said that we looked like we were dancing.
(believe me, there is nothing *graceful* about trying to balance on a rubber stand while being clubbed to death...)
and one of them tried to get jean on the act...
him: come, come.. play la....oh..c'mon.. nevermind..you're so skinny...so i'll get my skinniest friend to play with you...
then his "skinniest friend" got pissed and yelled at him.
"what skinny..?! i'm not that skinny ok?"
hmm..
take it from me guys...
if you want to compliment a lady..just say she looks "nice".
saves you a whole lot of trouble...
somehow whenever the three of us.. (ie. jean, shan and myself) go out together... we'll always be up to *something*...
this time it was the reflexology thing...
the three of us were walking around fmss waving out hands about waiting for the henns to dry and we found our sweaty selves in a nice air conditioned room... and then this lady waddles up to us...
her: come, come girl, you want a reflexology massage?
me: eh...
her: it's *really* cheap... only 40 dollars!!!
shan: eh...
her: it's really good.. our students are learnt how to do it in a workshop...
jean: eh...
(all three of us probably had the same thought in our heads: there is *no* way that i am *ever* going to let some amateur play with my precious feet for 40 bucks...)
me: oh.. we have no coupons... so we can't pay...
her: AH! but you can buy some more!!!
(to our horror the ticket counter is *RIGHT* next door... )
shan: eh...
her: so i'll put you down... ok?
jean: eh...
her: what's your name?
jean: me?
her: yes?
jean: oh..um..j-e-a-n-n-e..
her: j-a-e..what?
jean: no... j-e-a-n-n-e..
her: j-a-e-n-e..
jean: no..ah..nevermind..
(and then she sent her husband or whoever he was to *escort* us to the ticket counter to pay for that massage...)
jean: i don't want to waste my money on the massage..
shan: so what are we going to do?
me: *grabs shan's hand as we sneak out...*
and then there was the satay...
which took years to be fried...
so we just left that halfway as well...
we did have fun playing the gladiator thing though..
there were three of us..and only two could play...
at first i didn't really like the look of it..
and then i consented to playing with shan...
and here's the deal..
we met charlotte and her sis...
problem solved. 4 of us. 2 pairs.
then charlotte backed out.
and i guess jean didn't want to play cause she was wearing a skirt...
ah well..
you really missed out jean..
anyway, we climbed on to this huge rubber thing...
and we had to stand on these *really* wobbly stands...
i have a feeling that since the game was actually for kids the stands couldn't really support my weight..
ah well..
they supported my weight after all...
and then we were given these club things..
to club your opponent until she toppled over..
it was really fun...
shan's a nice person to play with...
she won the first round...
so i just pulled her down when i fell..
nice. underhanded means of playing eh?
i won the second and third rounds..
and she won the last...
the referees (sec 5 fmss people) seemed quite amused..
one said that we looked like we were dancing.
(believe me, there is nothing *graceful* about trying to balance on a rubber stand while being clubbed to death...)
and one of them tried to get jean on the act...
him: come, come.. play la....oh..c'mon.. nevermind..you're so skinny...so i'll get my skinniest friend to play with you...
then his "skinniest friend" got pissed and yelled at him.
"what skinny..?! i'm not that skinny ok?"
hmm..
take it from me guys...
if you want to compliment a lady..just say she looks "nice".
saves you a whole lot of trouble...
Saturday, August 02, 2003
Unconscious Mutterings.
Free association is described as a "psychonanalytic procedure in which a person is encouraged to give free rein to his or her thoughts and feelings, verbalizing whatever comes into the mind without monitoring its content." Over time, this technique is supposed to help bring forth repressed thoughts and feelings that the person can then work through to gain a better sense of self.
That's certainly an admirable goal, but for the purposes of this excercise, we're just hoping to have a little fun with the technique. Each week I'll post ten words to which you can respond to with the first thing that comes to mind. Some words will call forth 'normal' reponses as in shoe may lead to tennis, but who knows, maybe it will call forth something a little out of the ordinary.
Free association is described as a "psychonanalytic procedure in which a person is encouraged to give free rein to his or her thoughts and feelings, verbalizing whatever comes into the mind without monitoring its content." Over time, this technique is supposed to help bring forth repressed thoughts and feelings that the person can then work through to gain a better sense of self.
That's certainly an admirable goal, but for the purposes of this excercise, we're just hoping to have a little fun with the technique. Each week I'll post ten words to which you can respond to with the first thing that comes to mind. Some words will call forth 'normal' reponses as in shoe may lead to tennis, but who knows, maybe it will call forth something a little out of the ordinary.
- Partner:: Associate.
- Goddess::Greek.
- Village:: Holland.
- Relationships:: Take too much effort.
- Irrational:: WJ.
- Volcano: Red hot lava.
- Fabulous:: Ultra rad.
- Unencumbered:: life without school...ah, si on n'avait pas d'école...
- Coyotes:: Bar dancing.
- Fulfilled:: Satisfied.
somehow i have this feeling that sarah and i always get in trouble during practical lessons.
last year...
(white powdery sample d32 and d33 lie on the table. both look exactly the same. d33 is just finer and more "powdery".)
me: question 6...what does d32 contain?
sarah: yeah.. what does d32 contain?
me: i thought you knew..
sarah: I THOUGHT YOU KNEW..
me: ok..don't panic..hmm.. it's white right...and contains..reducing sugars? does it?
sarah: *stares blankly*
me: ok..ok..so it has to be sugar..
sarah: what crap. it can't be sugar cause blah blah..
me: ok. we have 4 minutes left to hand in our test...so now what?
sarah: i don't know.
me: taste it.
sarah: WHY SHOULD I TASTE IT?! YOU TASTE IT.
me: ok, we'll both taste it..
sarah: what if it's poisonous?
me: the one who survives longer tells the teacher.
sarah: you're crazy, you know that?
me: you're the one who has her finger in the sample... ok..you ready? 1..2..
sarah: WAIT... are you sure it's not like poisonous like rat poison or something?
me: (decides to pour out half the sample..) ok...take a really small bit.. so we can barely taste it... and so that it won't cause.. that much damage..
(we both gingerly out it to out mouths..)
both: CORN FLOUR!
me: ok. good. we didn't die.
sarah: oh my god.i think i just might fail bio practical.
me: scary thought, isn't it?
this year..
sarah: (scrambles to my desk) ANJALI...WHAT IS BA7?
me: (dumps litmus inside) acid.
sarah: what test?
me: anyone of the 3. (adds HCl to H2SO4...yellow ppt formed..)
sarah: which test?!
me: aiyah, drop that devardas alloy inside... test for h2.. (picks up aqueous ammonia and decides to take a whiff to make sure..)
sarah: oh.. you sure?
me: yeah. (mistakes testtubes for teh one with the yellow ppt and inhales a whole lot of sulphur dioxide..) cough..cough.. cough..COUGH...COUGH..COUGH..
sarah: oh my god, ANJALI DON"T KILL YOURSELF...THEN I'LL HAVE NO ONE TO TELL ME WhAT TO DO FOR PRACTICAL!!!
hmph.
lab partner indeed.
last year...
(white powdery sample d32 and d33 lie on the table. both look exactly the same. d33 is just finer and more "powdery".)
me: question 6...what does d32 contain?
sarah: yeah.. what does d32 contain?
me: i thought you knew..
sarah: I THOUGHT YOU KNEW..
me: ok..don't panic..hmm.. it's white right...and contains..reducing sugars? does it?
sarah: *stares blankly*
me: ok..ok..so it has to be sugar..
sarah: what crap. it can't be sugar cause blah blah..
me: ok. we have 4 minutes left to hand in our test...so now what?
sarah: i don't know.
me: taste it.
sarah: WHY SHOULD I TASTE IT?! YOU TASTE IT.
me: ok, we'll both taste it..
sarah: what if it's poisonous?
me: the one who survives longer tells the teacher.
sarah: you're crazy, you know that?
me: you're the one who has her finger in the sample... ok..you ready? 1..2..
sarah: WAIT... are you sure it's not like poisonous like rat poison or something?
me: (decides to pour out half the sample..) ok...take a really small bit.. so we can barely taste it... and so that it won't cause.. that much damage..
(we both gingerly out it to out mouths..)
both: CORN FLOUR!
me: ok. good. we didn't die.
sarah: oh my god.i think i just might fail bio practical.
me: scary thought, isn't it?
this year..
sarah: (scrambles to my desk) ANJALI...WHAT IS BA7?
me: (dumps litmus inside) acid.
sarah: what test?
me: anyone of the 3. (adds HCl to H2SO4...yellow ppt formed..)
sarah: which test?!
me: aiyah, drop that devardas alloy inside... test for h2.. (picks up aqueous ammonia and decides to take a whiff to make sure..)
sarah: oh.. you sure?
me: yeah. (mistakes testtubes for teh one with the yellow ppt and inhales a whole lot of sulphur dioxide..) cough..cough.. cough..COUGH...COUGH..COUGH..
sarah: oh my god, ANJALI DON"T KILL YOURSELF...THEN I'LL HAVE NO ONE TO TELL ME WhAT TO DO FOR PRACTICAL!!!
hmph.
lab partner indeed.
i hate this little thing called a conscience.
thought that i had gotten rid of it a loooong time ago.
now it's back to haunt me.
sarah paid me 3 bucks to do a 5 line poem or her for english.
"jaded glitteratti.
these diamonds around my neck
render no more self respect.
and all i ever wanted
was a simple thing -
a simple kind of life."
did that in like 2 minutes.
got 3 bucks.
good money eh?
and then the conscience set in.
and i was foced to give her her money back.
argh.
and today's ss test.
the answers were RIGHT IN FRONT OF MY FACE.
and i chose to not look at them.
damn. that needed a whole lot of determination.
same thing went for the history exam in sec 3.
after elaine did *that thing*...
( - certain parts of this entry was deleted by request of elaine. - )
dorai's stupid talk on intergrity has made me all...
sincere.
hmph.
yuck.
thought that i had gotten rid of it a loooong time ago.
now it's back to haunt me.
sarah paid me 3 bucks to do a 5 line poem or her for english.
"jaded glitteratti.
these diamonds around my neck
render no more self respect.
and all i ever wanted
was a simple thing -
a simple kind of life."
did that in like 2 minutes.
got 3 bucks.
good money eh?
and then the conscience set in.
and i was foced to give her her money back.
argh.
and today's ss test.
the answers were RIGHT IN FRONT OF MY FACE.
and i chose to not look at them.
damn. that needed a whole lot of determination.
same thing went for the history exam in sec 3.
after elaine did *that thing*...
( - certain parts of this entry was deleted by request of elaine. - )
dorai's stupid talk on intergrity has made me all...
sincere.
hmph.
yuck.
25/26072003
dirty vegas. sasha. stereo mcs.
zoukout.
at marina bay waterfront.
that minister mah bow tan was there...
(what kind of poser minister goes to a clubbing party?)
ah well.
30072003. wednesday.
sum 41 concert.
jiaxi said it was ok.
HELLO?
a sum 41 concert is never okay.
it was either damn great or DAMN GREAT.
you have a choice to say it normally or scream it out.
that's all.
smart kid didn't turn up on wednesday itself because she slept the whole day through.
and then on thursday she came to school half dead.
apparently she started queueing up really early. and was right AT THE RAILING..
and then she went behind cause it was too "squashy"
lucky kid.
caught her sleeping during history.
a form of luxury that i am not allowed to apprieciate.
"you are the un leader.. you must TOP THE SCHOOL IN HUMANES."
yucks.
1. un is over.
2. i am no longer the 'leader'
3. i don't want to "groom" the new leader.
geez.
it's not like i'm the queen and she's prince william or something.
according to them, i was "groomed".. first by hamidah in sec 2, then shortie in sec 3.. to lead the un in my sec 4 year.
personally, i think it's a whole load of crap.
now i have to choose my protege.
and "groom" her for rmun 2004/crezmun 2003.
thinking of that footballer..
unfortunately she's a debator too..
kind of anti-climax isn't it?
ah well.
i'm probably not going to tell her that she's the "chosen one".. i think i'll just let her find out herself..
i just hope she doesn't think of me the way that i think of shortie.
maybe it's an obi wan kenobi/anakin skywalker thing.
(notice that anjali and anakin are only two letters different?)
maybe i've crossed over to the dark side.
i've already dropped the torch anyway.
now all that's left is for me to kick it into the drain.
"they didn't win anything this year."
crap la.
leave me alone.
too bad if we didn't win anything.
blame it on my bad guidance.
ok?
atleast i kept with the css tradition.
elaine's right.
it was simply a popularity contest.
all the popular kids won.
and i was chosen to lead them.
and now i have to reaudition the popular kids once again and pick this year's popular ones.
30072003.
stumbled upon a secret.
about a certain group of people.
and now i'm caught in it.
they've sworn me to secrecy.
and now i look at them in a different way.
it's amazing how you think you *know* someone until you realise these hidden secrets..
argh..they're tearing me apart.
01082003.
watched the sunrise with sherry again.
today's one was exceptionally nice.
shan joined as later.
as well as nina and puan who were jogging.
(you guys are damn sporty man.. going jogging at 6.45am...)
the school started shooting crows today.
stupid vp has no sense of empathy.
was protesting during first period to save the crows.
nothing much got done.
but 11am the gunshots were heard and the crows were dead.
i have a certain feeling that the sadists who squished themselves against the window to watch the crows get killed and then cower in fright are disgusting.
you hear gunshots.
you know the crows are being killed.
yeah, go ahead. watch the crows being shot.
just don't start screaming and crying and covering your eyes when you actually *see* it..
it's irritating.
if you know you can't handle it,
then why should you bother to scramble out of your seats to watch it?
argh.
i spent the 30 minutes sitting at the furthest end of the classroom near the door, far away form the window.
watching my classmates' faces recoil in horror as they saw crows being killed.
that was the real show, people.
that was the real show.
dirty vegas. sasha. stereo mcs.
zoukout.
at marina bay waterfront.
that minister mah bow tan was there...
(what kind of poser minister goes to a clubbing party?)
ah well.
30072003. wednesday.
sum 41 concert.
jiaxi said it was ok.
HELLO?
a sum 41 concert is never okay.
it was either damn great or DAMN GREAT.
you have a choice to say it normally or scream it out.
that's all.
smart kid didn't turn up on wednesday itself because she slept the whole day through.
and then on thursday she came to school half dead.
apparently she started queueing up really early. and was right AT THE RAILING..
and then she went behind cause it was too "squashy"
lucky kid.
caught her sleeping during history.
a form of luxury that i am not allowed to apprieciate.
"you are the un leader.. you must TOP THE SCHOOL IN HUMANES."
yucks.
1. un is over.
2. i am no longer the 'leader'
3. i don't want to "groom" the new leader.
geez.
it's not like i'm the queen and she's prince william or something.
according to them, i was "groomed".. first by hamidah in sec 2, then shortie in sec 3.. to lead the un in my sec 4 year.
personally, i think it's a whole load of crap.
now i have to choose my protege.
and "groom" her for rmun 2004/crezmun 2003.
thinking of that footballer..
unfortunately she's a debator too..
kind of anti-climax isn't it?
ah well.
i'm probably not going to tell her that she's the "chosen one".. i think i'll just let her find out herself..
i just hope she doesn't think of me the way that i think of shortie.
maybe it's an obi wan kenobi/anakin skywalker thing.
(notice that anjali and anakin are only two letters different?)
maybe i've crossed over to the dark side.
i've already dropped the torch anyway.
now all that's left is for me to kick it into the drain.
"they didn't win anything this year."
crap la.
leave me alone.
too bad if we didn't win anything.
blame it on my bad guidance.
ok?
atleast i kept with the css tradition.
elaine's right.
it was simply a popularity contest.
all the popular kids won.
and i was chosen to lead them.
and now i have to reaudition the popular kids once again and pick this year's popular ones.
30072003.
stumbled upon a secret.
about a certain group of people.
and now i'm caught in it.
they've sworn me to secrecy.
and now i look at them in a different way.
it's amazing how you think you *know* someone until you realise these hidden secrets..
argh..they're tearing me apart.
01082003.
watched the sunrise with sherry again.
today's one was exceptionally nice.
shan joined as later.
as well as nina and puan who were jogging.
(you guys are damn sporty man.. going jogging at 6.45am...)
the school started shooting crows today.
stupid vp has no sense of empathy.
was protesting during first period to save the crows.
nothing much got done.
but 11am the gunshots were heard and the crows were dead.
i have a certain feeling that the sadists who squished themselves against the window to watch the crows get killed and then cower in fright are disgusting.
you hear gunshots.
you know the crows are being killed.
yeah, go ahead. watch the crows being shot.
just don't start screaming and crying and covering your eyes when you actually *see* it..
it's irritating.
if you know you can't handle it,
then why should you bother to scramble out of your seats to watch it?
argh.
i spent the 30 minutes sitting at the furthest end of the classroom near the door, far away form the window.
watching my classmates' faces recoil in horror as they saw crows being killed.
that was the real show, people.
that was the real show.
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