This is getting really bad.
I was flipping through my baby photo albums the other day and there are loads of pictures of me hiking in Hong Kong and my mom goes,
'yarh you really loved mountains'
*pause*
daaaamn.
anyway...that aside...
i was going to scream something here...then i realized it doesn't apply to you lot funkeh-non-historians. so never mind. i shall scream on my own blog then.
tata.
*balls*
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But still, bel's wedding song list has to be public.
Theme song: Come what may
1) At the beginning
2) Part of your world, Reprise
3) It ends tonight
4) I won't say I'm in love (mountain's pov)
5) I'm all about you
6) No matter what
7) I'll raise you up (adaptation of you raise me up)
8) I won't say I'm in love (mountain's pov)
9) Kiss the girl
10) Pop! Goes my heart
Ending song: Come what may
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I am very entertained by this whole shindig and pizzazz.
Bel, feel very honoured.
"4. Hop over one continent to see the Rocky Mountains yeah."
Can I recommend Whistler too? Skiing is good, ahahhaa.
And ummm if Cat is the wedding singer, we can make a MUSICAL adaptation of this!! Yay. Bel, you'd better tell me everything. Grins evilly.
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YOU DO NOT CHALLENGE THE GROOM TO ARM-WRESTLING!!!!
mel and gen will just KILL THE GROOM before the wedding!!!!
and a CHINESE TEA CEREMONY? WTF?! isn't that the one where you serve tea to your parents and go down on your knees and...!!!! that's lichen and li yuching. ZOMG!
no extortion of tokens. AND NO I DO NOT WANT TO VISIT NO MOUNTAIN!
and i hate the theme song. REALLY DO. do NOT use that theme song.
wait. DON'T EVEN PLAN ANYTHING! WHY AM I HELPING? GAH.
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I JUST IGNORE THIS THING FOR A FEW DAYS AND I GET MY WHOLE WEDDING PLANNED OUT FOR ME?!?!?!?!
you must be kidding me.
and pls...i am still reeling from the emo-ness...and i still cry...
ARGH. watch balls go nuts. anyway, let's dream. the wedding...would be a complete failure. not because of anything. because the groom will never love the bride and...
...the guests at the wedding will simply turn the whole place upside down.
i'm figuring you know what i'm thinking.
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HONEYMOON:
1. Take a helicopter ride to view the whole magnificence of the Himalayas mountain range (take bottle of champange, will be chilled once you reach the appropriate altitude. Watch the sunrise and snuggle up in parkas or something.
2. Hotel: Tent somewhere up there. Small and cosy. Can bring up a retinue of cooks/maids/guides to help. But couple should have enough privacy yeah. grins.
3. Breakfast buffet: Bacon, sausages, eggs sunny side up fried in mess tins
4. Hop over one continent to see the Rocky Mountains yeah.
5. Candlelit dinner watching the sun set
6. Continue in this vein for a few more mountain ranges until very satisfied or you come down with altitude sickness or something.
grins
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bel's wedding
main organisers
lichen: bridesmaid
mel: best man/woman plus waiter (cos we don't like her)
lickie: wedding planner
cat: wedding singer
gen: ringbearer
venue: bukit timah hill
wedding song: come what may
morning programme:
800 - 830 gen and mel will challenge bel's groom to a bout of arm wrestling and push-ups
830 - 900 lichen challenges bel's groom to 10 mathematics questions
900 - 930 rest and refreshments (cat to perform short item)
930 - 1000 tea ceremony (to be carried out in pure chinese) ^^
1000 - 1600 break for bel to change into gown
afternoon/evening programme:
1600 - 1630 - extortion of token fee from bel's future mate
1630 - 1730 - making of way to wedding venue (yes bukit timah hill ^^)
1730 - 1800 - guests arrive (cat to perform again)
1800 - 1815 - screening of bel's self made thank you video
1815 - 1900 - speech by melmel
1900 - 1930 - wedding ceremony
1930 - 2000 - more speeches
2000 - late - drink and make merry *coughs*
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i beam evilly. happy red cross day in advance everyone!!!
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I miss adventure camp. I wonder if it's going to be another of those things that are fun while they lasted but don't really mean anything other than a fun period of time after it's passed. I doubt that'll be the case for bel's class, cause they risked a lot opening up, and such things cause a sense of closeness that don't go away in a jiffy. And I wonder if it'll have been better for my class if more people were there so the others don't feel so outnumbered and became less reserved.
The thing about such camps is that unless you open up, there's nothing you take back from it but memories. And while memories are what sustains you when the going gets tough, it's the bonds between people that would help prevent the going from getting too tough in the first place. And these bonds don't come by unless you take the risk and open up. I didn't take that risk at the beginning of the year cause I was scared. And now I highly doubt I'll ever be comfortable enough to go to a lot of people in my class when I'm in need of help, and I know this was because I didn't want to get out of that comfort zone earlier on.
And there in that camp you see all these amazing people who have the courage and inner strength to bare themselves to the world, and bel you're really lucky to have these classmates who trust in you so much.
And bel you chose right. He's one of those that the more you interact with him the more you realize what an amazing person he is.
I WANT TO BE AT YOUR WEDDING, I announce gleefully.
Lots of love,
Lich.
(Alliteration!)
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HOW WAS ADVENTURE CAMP AHAHAHA. wet and everything.
today was a boring friday. i didnt get to meet with my ODACSL group aww. hahaha.
kitty: good luck for your syf! me sis had hers already she was racked with nerves the night before heh.
and i had stupid maths test. lich your GC worked fine ho. i almost reset the apps until the teacher said dont need. rofl. just that i didnt do the fourth question at all. sobs. dont know how to do.
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I feel shitty. And I feel even shitter about feeling shitty when technically, I don't have a right to feel shitty. I want to go and talk to people and rant about the injustice of the world, but I'm scared that I'll just sound like I'm gloating. And with my incredible skills of sensitivity and conversation skills, I probably will.
This is so screwed up. The people who want the posts don't get it, and instead I who don't really care do.
This really, totally sucks. As in you can tell how bad it is by the fact that I'm at a lost for words, and normally I'm the loud one complaining about the injustices of the world.
Next year for exco elections, Lickie, we're going to look at TALENT. We're going to have VOTES, and the VOTES are what will count. Not what is determined by a limited, judgemental, bigoted, biased bullshit view taken from a 5 minute interview.
Ugh.
It's really, really bad. It's the ignominy of being used so blatantly as a last resort, and the guilt that I've stolen the post away from someone who deserves and wants it more than I do. I mean, I hold no illusions about my interview skills and capabilities. And it's not like I haven't tried before. Last year was totally screwed when tribune was such a slack cca in the first place, and I know that much of it was because I didn't take it seriously in the first place. I don't see how this would be any different.
And deep down there's the question of whether I could have done something to prevent this. I know I smsed tiffanie and all, but did the rest of the exco even know about that? Maybe I should have stated outright in the interview that I didn't want to be head editor.
And guess what? I'm not head editor. I'm pubs head. A position I ran for. By rights this should have meant that my entire plan for the next year would go perfectly, but of course it doesn't. They scrapped away the post of head editor.
What kind of inane, stupid move was that? Have they NO idea how to run a publication? How did they ever survive as the head if they even thought that they could do without an editor? What were they thinking? Were they thinking?
It's so twisted it's kind of sick the way they manipulated all of these. I mean technically they didn't do anything along the lines of putting someone else for head editor. And thank god they didn't. I would feel even worse otherwise. But it doesn't stop the fact that this whole business is damn screwed up, and their stupid bigoted prejudice stopped them from putting the title of head editor in a deserving person's hands, and if this continues the whole of ra would be screwed up, with writersincc or not.
Lickie's right. We all feel lousy. Those who didn't get the posts naturally feel bad, while those who get the posts feel bad too cause of how screwed this system is. And the fact is, we DO want to be in the exco. I mean, it's the exco. Everyone wants to be in it, like duh. But I would much rather be a welfare rep. As in, in our minds we already have designated positions for everyone, merely positions and jobs that exist WITHOUT the stupid titles that our seniors used to get around our nominations. And if we are in that post instead, it doesn't FEEL right. There's a sense that I don't deserve the post, and that you're intruding on someone else's space.
I mean that's why I didn't want to run against someone else in the first place, cause then even if you win there's nothing to feel good or happy about, cause that means that someone didn't get a position. Running for ra exco was such a happy clappy business cause there're only so many people there in the first place, and even if you sort by talent there's just enough seats. Then there has to be this merger that screws EVERYTHING up, and now even those who did get into the exco aren't happy about it.
Did I mention how screwed up this is?
This is really, really, completely, thoroughly fucked up.
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ironically, one of the most fun meetings was ruined by the oh-so-grand activity at the end. shit, seriously, couldn't they have postponed it another week? name me one person who actually felt truly happy by 4pm and i will happily go kill that bastard.
everything was one bloody screw-up, and if this goes on for the coming years, we might as well not have an exco. my heart dropped when i saw the structure drawn on the board. after 2 whole years writing for a PUBLICATION, you wonder what the whole j2 batch has learnt. gods, ignoring the vocab, grammar and journalism-what-not that permeates all our meetings, what the hell happened to the values of democracy, sticking to what you believe in and not giving in to first impressions and prejudices???? if they were graded, this cca fails, and fails HORRIBLY. i am ashamed.
avoiding controversy IS NOT THE FREAKING POINT?!
and making decisions based on how people speak, look or walk just shows how plain shallow you are.
and because it's disgusting to rant when the best post has been bestowed on you, please shut the hell up.
i'll just make sure at least one pile of shit is cleared by the time you guys return. i promise. ill bug the hell out of the teacher till she has no choice but to give in ><
this is seriously BULLSHIT.
i feel like crawling deep into my bed and staying there till tmr morning. the crap that was unloaded today not only insulted the people who were left out, it insulted the people who were chosen. cheeriness all the way round i declare.
today wasn't supposed to be like that, it was supposed to be a GREAT DAY. but it sucked, and sometimes you wonder what the hell leadership has amounted to in rj. all the trash about everyone being a leader. then u get oh the creation of posts for zai people (gods YES they are zai so let's give someone else who can do an equally good job a bleeding chance shall we.)
everytime i look at some words and think about some conversations, i feel guilty >< very guilty. like they say, if i could, i really would. shame on you lickie. there are just some things in life where mistakes can't be made. and this is one of them. i better watch what i say and what i do in the future.
STOP RANTING.
controls self. there. now we all feel better.
take care guys <3 and LICHEN AND BELL i love you. i will like treat you all to huge large gelato sundaes when this whole BULLSHIT is over. tmr me meets mrs davis and abuse power. and even if this can't really express adequately how i feel. THANK YOU. thank you so very very much.
econs test beckons. tmr will be better for all of us, hopefully for some more than others. i think we need it. oh and i hope you guys get nice weather to hike in. as mr reeves says, happy BONDING (:
<3 lickie.
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I feel the desperate need to defend myself. And this shall be a superbly elongated post to try and get the irritatingly point-blank pictures a bit further down the page.
I DO NOT ATTRACT MALE ATTENTION.
AND THE FEATHERS THING IS JUST A PASSING REMARK.
and erh...more white space to make this a post that takes up shitload of space.
okay i think it shd be enough
*ballball*
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Like. To bell: FEATHERS.
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i think i say a lot of evil stuff ):
like the evil comments on vice president (recalls that bell is running for ?) buries self in sand after slitting wrists. immensely guilty look. note to self: do not go online and blab when feeling cranky after something EVIL has occured. bell i take the comments back they do not mean anything. kowtows in front of altar.
other than that. this is where i get to be evil.
r(a) second interview.
spasticated to an extreme. second interview was a joke which begun as soon as bell came out and repeated the oh so grand and cool "Why are you called balls" question. the only thing worse than the question was the. answer. oh to all u darlings who missed out on the recount. i think i have been bringing the red cross arrows of sarcasm into the interview room. where the questions are so pea-brained.
here's how to get kicked out of an interview fast (besides providing an explanation about an obscene nickname)
1. *holds up black pen* what do you think of my red pen?
to answer, begin with cliches that they desire. "i am sure it writes well and it is whatever color you want it to be."
when irritated into saying more. say the following in a patient condescending tone. "yes my opinion is that you can have your own opinion." give withering smile.
when at a loss as to where their intelligence has gone, provide the following answer which may insult. "frankly, i think you are a little disillusioned but it's alright as your opinion does not affect mine." try to control the rolling of eyes.
after the above, there is a 40 percent chance that you may not get called back. but if you do.
2. you have been touching your year plan for more than 30 times. do you think this need to be over-prepared will hinder you in the future?
DO NOT show any irritation even if you think he is a NITWIT. just smile. again. and explain how it is normal to gesture in an interview. then, proceed to insult with, "frankly, i think this sounds like what an uneducated psychologist will say." this is where the interviewer's smile falters. press on hurriedly by talking to him as you would a junior. "as a future candidate, i think you should be more worried if i came into this room unprepared." wait for the panel of interviewers to control their shock at this rude uncouth interviewee. finally, try to salvage yourself by some cliches of what it means to be prepared.
3. when they ask you what is 1 plus one and expect a creative answer
say 2 loudly and durh-ly, roll your eyes for added effect and give the "are you an idiot look"
when this is done, there is only a 20 percent chance that you get what you want. but then again, you should be glad that you were not asked the question on balls.
loves everyone. <3 and bell, stop lusting. i grin.
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Well, over here in jolly Ye Olde Canadiana, we're doing The Alchemist for English.
It is the freaking lamest book ever. FIND YOUR DREAM! FOLLOW YOUR HEART! UNIVERSAL LANGUAGE AND LOVE! TRALALALA! and all that idealistic/hippie/70's junk. Yes, good for you. So you're a shepherd boy who goes looking for treasure and doesn't find it and then goes home after going all over the world just to realize that your treasure is in your own backyard. Good for you. That's so Wizard of Oz.
<3 mahrie
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Soundtracking My Life, Part XXVII
To love!
Well, if that's love
It comes at much too high a cost!
-Defying Gravity, from Wicked
To Ye Olde Canadiana!
And my new-found hockey interest!
Oh, come back, proud Canadians
To before you had TV,
No hockey night in Canada,
There was no CBC (Oh, my God!).
In 1812, Madison was mad,
He was the president, you know
He thought he’d tell the British where they ought to go
He thought he’d invade Canada,
He thought that he was tough
Instead we went to Washington....
And burned down all his stuff!
- everyone's favourite band, Arrogant Worms
<3 Mahrie
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Hahaha I've pretty much stopped blogging on my own blog because of Wizard, so I'm just dashing off short entries here now.
I'm doing P&P next year for English -whines!- I can never get past the first 30 pages of that book no matter how hard I try. Terrible, isn't it?
Going off for a debutante ball now!
More later.
<3 Mahrie
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Note: Due to lack of actors there'll be doubling. And tripling. And maybe quadrupling. Yayy.
Mr Bennet: Gengen
Mrs Bennet: Belbel
Jane: Kitty! (Cause kitty is feminine and nubile and ishallstopherebeforeidieaslowandpainfuldeath)
Elizabeth: Belbel!
Mary: I is not be knows cause I don't want to act Mary. Sorry Mahrie.
Lydia: YOURS TRULY.
Kitty: KITTY! Like, zomg, duh~
Mr Bingley: Monkey
Mr Darcy: Melmel!
Caroline Bingley: YOURS TRULY (read: belbel don't you steal my melmel you little prat)
Mr Collins: I dunno, actually. Probably the same actor as the one doing Mary. Can we please invite our dear friend coulman?
ZOMG WE SHOULD SO SHOOT P&P. WE'D OWN THE PLAY.
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MY COMPUTER DOESN'T ALLOW ME TO TAG!!!
*BURSTS INTO INDIGNANT TEARS*
nvm then. it gives me good reason to spam with blog posts instead of tags.
well peeps. it isn't the new year. but i can set new year goals right?
LICHEN. TOGETHER. WE WILL RUN. A FOR NAPFA 2.4 NEXT YEAR.
and licki. I grin. I passed SBJ!!! YAY!! WHOOPS!
now i need to improve (a) sit and reach
(b) sbj some more
(c) 2.4 km run
(d) shuttle run.
and...vice chair for R(A). MUST BE MEAN!
and WHY AM I MRS BENNET? I DO NOT WANT TO BE MRS BENNET!!! MRS BENNET IS CHILDISH AND IMMATURE AND...!!!
*ballball*
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AHHHH I'M SO PSYCHED.
13 DAYS TO OPENING NIGHT OF THE WIZARD OF OZ!
Wishing you guys were here.
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dear reightards,
im thinking of changing my blog pic. what do you think? hmms.
anw, the P&P play stands as such:
Ms Caroline Bingley: Lichen
Mrs Bennet: Belbel
Messrs and Missus Jane and Bingley; Erh liqi and cat you pick either
mel = qianbian director
and the rest is down in the dumps. my nose is betraying me and leaking like some moronic tap. this week has been hellish. >< i am greatly looking forward to climbing.
on saturday and i hope i recover. tmrow junior's finals!
grins happily. still you cant help but enjoy life.
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cliche ones: use three words to describe yourself (no seriously?)
spastic ones:
*holds black pen* what do you think of my red pen? (oh please, give us a break)
*arranges chairs and tables in the middle of room* this is your creative space, do whatever you want with it. (furniture = ????)
the ones we will use to bully j1s next year:
to a 30 page proposal-maker:
what makes you think anyone will want to read this?
you have planned everything out, do you still need an exco? haven't you heard of job delegation?
to a 2 page proposal-maker:
you had 2 weeks and you came up with this 2 pages? are you actually serious about this? we could do this in one day!
tell me what makes u better from the 30 page proposal maker.
impossible to answer questions:
elections results come out and you realise only 30 percent of the club voted you. however, the seniors are firmly convinced of your capability and want to give you the title of president. would you accept the post??
run over and ask the chair for its name please.
you are not allowed to sit during the whole of the interview. please remain standing. what do you think you have forgetten to do?? (chuckles evilly)
ah. the beauty of interviews. ah wells bellbell, good luck for 2nd interview!! we will OWN together. snerksnerk. oh the lady seeks for opinion. should i retake the 5 stations???? omg my 180cm broad jump record has slipped to a disgustingly embarassing 159cm (like omg juvenile). TODAY IS A DISGUSTINGLY BAD DAY!!! *hates the world* THANK GOD THIS WEEK IS COMING TO AN END I HAVE HAD A HORRIBLE TIME. whines and moans.
love you guys <3 lickie peh
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*ballball*
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This is a very Liqi-centered entry, yay.
I SO COINED THE PHRASE "DO A LIQI". Connotations aside, I mean, because that is a disturbing thought. Liqi, you are weird. we do not flap wings UNLESS there is a thunderstorm. Hahaha I hope you do a re-enaction in Chinese Lit class, your fellow classmates would probably write a poem about it in Chinese. Something about "da4 jing1 xiao3 guai4" and stuff. YAY chengyu.
One pretty extract for another.
Presenting an extract from I'm Not That Girl from Wicked!
Don't dream too far
Don't lose sight of who you are
Don't remember that rush of joy
He could be that boy
I'm not that girl
Ev'ry so often we long to steal
To the land of what-might-have-been
But that doesn't soften the ache we feel
When reality sets back in
and....more prettiness here....
Don't wish, don't start
Wishing only wounds the heart
I wasn't born for the rose and the pearl
There's a girl I know
He loves her so
I'm not that girl
YAY WICKED IS PRETTY. ask me if you want the songs (:
<3 mahrie-who-is-uber-stressed-from-wizard-of-oz
P.S. Chem nerd humour here, hahah, it's actually very amusing.
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i just got an INTERESTING email on the abolishing of elections. and somehow, i find it a tad funny. hurray for democracy. winkwinknudgenudge. ah well, week has been alright so far, nothing much except for the disgusting late nights, WHICH END TOMMOROW. crosses fingers. well done for 2.4 bell (:
screwed up chinese lit test kena sai ): the teacher didn't appreciate the application of eng lit techniques to chinese lit essays *hmm* ah wells, we'll see.
funny incident. the teacher asked us in chinese whether we understood the poem. (durh you say yes). um then guess what that guy said in ENGLISH after saying that it was okay if we didn't understand. *drumroll*
"If i cannot convince you, the least i can do is confuse you."
there. word for word. chinese lit, anyone?
ah wells, because i have nothing to do and i like the poem and you better like it too....
Hope Is The Thing With Feathers by Emily Dickson
Hope is the thing with feathers
That perches in the soul,
And sings the tune without the words,
And never stops at all,
And sweetest in the gale is heard;
And sore must be the storm
That could abash the little bird
That kept so many warm.
I've heard it in the chillest land,
And on the strangest sea;
Yet, never, in extremity,
It asked a crumb of me.
this poem reeks of cuteness. flaps wings. tata (:
<3 lickie peh
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guys, i'm in the weirdest, most nostalgic mood, ever.
i'm basically not in the mood to capitalize.
i'm also going slightly crazy and i'm actually watching hockey (of sorts).
i'm going to do a liqi here and post song lyrics.
(even though she usually posts poetry and whatever, but really, what is song but poetry put to music?)
this is from a beautiful song, defying gravity, from the hit tony award winning musical wicked.
I really hope you get it
And you don't live to regret it
I hope you're happy in the end
I hope you're happy, my friend:
So if you care to find me
Look to the western sky!
As someone told me lately:
"Ev'ryone deserves the chance to fly!"
And if I'm flying solo
At least I'm flying free
To those who'd ground me
Take a message back from me
Tell them how I am
Defying gravity
I'm flying high
Defying gravity
And soon I'll match them in renown
And nobody in all of Oz
No Wizard that there is or was
Is ever gonna bring me down!
yes. i am decidedly odd.
i have letters that i should post soon.
<3 and hugs, mahrie
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*grins*
lookiess....nice poem...by mr saat.
There will be someone
Who will say
"Sooner or later
They will discover
That they cannot
Run away from the truth."
And there will be someone
Who will say:
"Yet sooner or later
We will discover
That they can run away
With the truth."
And there will always
Be the third one
Who is silent
Who is smiling
And wondering
Which one of them
Is speaking the truth.
Now isn't that cute?
And psst. those with livejournal accounts/usernames/wdv. please give me thx.
BALLBALL-.
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And just because this is classic:
Okay lichen stop playing with this and get down to work.
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first, like OMG I TOLD YOU TO WATCH OUT. like when you meet with a group that associates itself with noodles and muscles you SHOULD tread carefully. but well, i see intelligence really doesn't rub off, and although i hate to admit it, ME IS SLIGHTLY AMUSED. grins.
well then bell, with the stew of attractive men milling about (smirks evilly), might be a little difficult (smirks again) to keep certain tendencies in check. well then, some have said trying is everything.
chorale concert. sorry if i burst anyone's bubble but i think fish and chips at fish and co was not THAT big a deal. it was like soaked in (fish?) oil. and to lichen if she hasn't realised: NO fries are not vegetables even if they are potatoes. like omg where was the salad *health freak look*
to cat: RI CHOIR GUYS ARE ________. behold the ickle pudgy juniors ^^ (i don't remember us looking like that in sec 1)
next thing to look forward to (rubs salt in someone's wound) ECONS TRIP. apparently SOMEONE is coming along (i cough blatantly) so we get to _____________ GIGGLES.
side note: i HATE the name balls. it's so *annoying* but then again, some people are.
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The goat was introduced to digging by a stranger called BallBall it met at the digger's Ball.
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The storyboard game. Each person continues the story with just one line. ONE LINE ONLY AH...the minute the line reaches a fullstop it must end. And there can be no violent objections to the progression of the story. You can only attempt to change the storyline. Here goes...I BEGIN...
Once upon a time there was a little goat who really loved to dig.
*coughs* put the font size to LARGE and make the text RED in COLOUR...grins...lichen would you like the honours of continuing next?
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[li qi] singing starfish says:
do u have poto songs??
Erm, Liqi, how many years have we known each other?
"do you have POTO songs"
for the record: MAHRIE HAS POTO SONGS.
YES SHE DOES.
SHE REALLY DOES.
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when i saw the first one, i was like
AWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW
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Poor mel
Zomg even the COMPUTER suans bel.
Yes beware giraffes.
BONDAGE! I exclaim in delight.
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tmrow go choir concert. do funny stuffs. tonight i do my PI :( and study bio. got lecture test. :(
:(
am not going in a skirt. period. belbel and monkeypeh can go in a skirt. grins.
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REIGHTARDS!
THIS SATURDAY CHORALE CONCERT!
WE ALL GO IN SKIRTS!!!
INCLUDING MELMEL! *stares*
AND MY HAIR IS SHORT!!! WOOTS!!!
*ballball*
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at least i've achieved the highest level of knowledge.
[bel harchionguy a13b] humanity: a little lower than the angels and at times only slightly higher than the apes says:
the essence of a goat.
How true. And in that bel has achieved the highest level of knowledge - TRUTH.
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I feel so Vancouverite now.
Vancouver Canucks currently in the lead against Dallas 4-2!
Woooooots.
When Mahrie starts watching hockey, this is when you know I'm almost Canada-washed.
[edit] 9.30 pm: damn. we're drawing with Dallas 4-4.
9.41 pm: going into overtime[/edit]
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On this side of the world, things are not improving:
We had a four-hour run through for a supposedly meant-to-be 50 minute Act 2. The director looks ready to kill, the actors and actresses ready to leap off buildings, the bipolar people...up and downing.
Lichen once asked me if bipolar was the same as bisexual.
Just putting that out there.
and I broke free. Be proud of me.
I'm not taking Physics in Grade 12.
<3 from the Cdn Correspondant.
P.S. Try typing "cdn" over and over again. It is so hard to type "Canadian", and way, way easier to go "Cdn".
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I HAVE TO DO ECONS!!!
which is not done yet but i don't care.
AND THE STORY WAS FUNNY! HAHAAHAHA!
but the mountain part was not funny.
AND WHY THE CODENAME PUDDING? ITS SO...eww...
and 'little mikey' sounds SO CUTE AND ADORABLE!
and wdv you say lich. i don't dig little mikey. i merely think little mikey is hot. and that is one view that will not change.
LITTLE MIKEY IS HOT!!!
((do i even need to say who typed this? HEEX))
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Apart from a certain sense of ballsiness, that is. And the overwhelming imballness.
Actually I take that back. There's a lot of things wrong with being a ball.
But, unlike other balls that saw the truth of their situation (and rugby is a good example to all you balls out there. It saw the light and decided to get out onto the green field, and as a result turned oval and got promoted from a Ball to a Rugby), there's something weird about this ball. Something...different.
You see, this ball liked mountains. Note that the like is in the past tense, something that will be explained only at the end of the story for narrative suspense, which is supposed to keep the reader at the edge of the seat. Should that fail, slow and painful torture can be used as backup.
And, by a stroke of luck, ball managed to get very close to the mountains. It rolled around the mountain daily, and constantly gazed up at the looming silhouette of the mountain.
Like the old chinese proverb ai4 wu1 ji2 wu1, ball not only liked mountains. It also liked mounds and emulsions, and spent its time bouncing over mounds and doing chem just to watch emulsions, instead of trying to promote its status like a good ball should.
As the days passed, ball noticed how many other balls were getting titles, such as football, and felt the MOUNTING pressure on it to drop its little fascination with the mountain.
Which is where little mike came in. Little mike had never heard of balls before, but the vice versa could not be held to be true. Since balls first laid its round eyes on little mike, it decided that little mikey would be the one for it.
And since then, ball never bounced round the mountains again. Ball instead decide to roll discreetly behind little mikey, hoping that one day little mikey would turn around and pick it up to play with it. And who knows, maybe one day our little ball can, with little mike's help, turn into a sport.
And maybe the sport would be called suanning, but authorial intervention here is not allowed, so the story shall end thus, and I not progress into the later stages of the development of Suanning, a thoroughly fun sport consisting of balls and, well, balls.
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Well, the moral of the story is, er, donch pcc. Yes. I grin.
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sidetrack.
bell is so sweet!! i loved your post. ah yes see what they mean when they say good friends last for a long time. melts into puddle and goes into sentimental memories. next time when bell gets married (first) and lichen goes scouting lustily after a mate we will um be the best man/woman and um mel can wear a pink frock and be the FLOWERGIRL. i laugh.
sidetrack.
ah yes econs lesson. i have a feeling that reeves is trying to like comfort me after the oh so wonderful and amazing 9/25 econs mark. BEHOLD LIQI'S GREAT DEPRESSION WHICH HAPPENED IN 1991-1992. i sulk in disgust. they should print numbers bigger 1991 looked like 1919 ): AND LICHEN YOU KNOW I STILL HATE YOU FOR NOT OPENING YOUR EYES WIDE ENOUGH AND HAVING THE GUTS TO SAY IT WAS AN EXCELLENT ESSAY. still feels sore about it, i weep. okay but it's alright all you darlings we will like BEAT EVERYONE AFTER THE FIRST TEST. competitive and immensely brave look. and remember never EVER start an essay with: the substitution effect and income effect are lead about by a change in price. like omg. lead. what happened to SPELLCHECK. anyway i must say i have the greatest mention in style counsel. whacks self on head and kills lichen just for fun.
anyway he made a nice big fuss over a little diagram and i must say even this little attention seeker was slightly disturbed . BUT THEN AGAIN. good teaching technique to learn folks. when i become education ministress i will be sure to like employ these nice encouraging methods.
show off time.
I THINK CHINESE LIT TEST WAS GREAT. beams happily. I MIGHT JUST GET AMAZING MARKS FOR IT.
end of show off.
main point of entry. another cool over used poem to express my love <3 koped from mac's lecture cos i realised i STILL LOVE THE POEM.
HAD I the heavens' embroidered cloths,
Enwrought with golden and silver light,
The blue and the dim and the dark cloths
Of night and light and the half-light,
I would spread the cloths under your feet:
But I, being poor, have only my dreams;
I have spread my dreams under your feet,
Tread softly because you tread on my dreams
W.B. Yeats
oh man. okay this is where the wise liqi steps in such that this whole entry sounds kinda dr hydish. aren't you guys glad we have gone through 2 years together and we still have TWO YEARS MORE TO GO. and even though we don't really live in each other's pockets all the time (THANK GOODNESS IMAGINE LIVING WITH LICHEN) at least we know that when we fall there's someone here to catch us. and hence being lit students, WE WILL END WITH A QUOTE. everyone has a story to tell, and mine includes you <3 AWWWWW.
Stories are interlaced like reeds in a woven mat. They co-exist, become entwined in time and space. All journeys occur silmultaneously and sometimes we can sense this, like looking through a peephole, or by a trick of light.What do the stars leave in their wake when they sail through the night? An echo? Or something more, perhaps - an invisible string linking events and people together. Is this how messages are carried across the sky, from one land to the next? Moments may contain a lifetime and carry us into the next. All travels have secret destinations we only become aware of years later. We must learn to be utterly ourselves, to follow our own deep dreams. We're disappointing powerful forces and ourselves if we ignore this calling. We live lies, half-truths, half-lives. Nature craves diversity, not conformity. This is how we move forward, expand with the universe, and how we find our way back home.Life isn't a prelude to something bigger. There is no prelude. Just life itself, right here.
for all of you (: and to mel: DON'T WORRY SOMETHING WILL WORK OUT. and um we could always help you with menial labour. and to cat our songbird GOOD LUCK WITH CHORALE CONCERT. keep singing for the joy music and the passions and friendships cos you know we love your voice and we hate roly poly and WE LOVE YOU. yes yes.
and on an uncool note. CHINESE ESSAY KENA SAI. i WILL WRITE A MILLION WORDS AND OWN EVERYONE. oh dear horrible language. correction. i will write a million words and TOP THE CLASS. oh my little dream (:
<3 lickie peh
Each hung bell's bow was reightarded
zach says:
he said you're a digger?
zach says:
rofl
[bel harchionguy a13b] tread you softly because you tread on my dreams says:
that much is obvious.
zach says:
serious ah
[bel harchionguy a13b] tread you softly because you tread on my dreams says:
hahahahahahahaha.
[Lord Lich] says:
...
[Lord Lich] says:
yes
watch lichen self-own.
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i got my PW group. :(
It is a rather shitty group. So I will never moan about chemicar again if i got that same group back. OR maths pt. for that matter, ANY other groupwork that we did.
shitty is an understatement. SCOWL.
at any rate, i look forward to choir concert very much.
now i must erh, do lit essay. love all around folks.
cheers,
a very pissed off mel
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He almost didn't see the old lady, stranded on the side of the road, but even in the dim light of day, he could see she needed help. So he pulled up in front of her Mercedes and got out. His Pontiac was still sputtering when he approached her.
Even with the smile on his face, she was worried. No one had stopped to help for the last hour or so. Was he going to hurt her? He didn't look safe; he looked poor and hungry.
He could see that she was frightened, standing out there in the cold. He knew how she felt. It was that chill which only fear can put in you. He said, "I'm here to help you, ma'am. Why don't you wait in the car where it's warm? By the way, my name is Bryan Anderson."
Well, all she had was a flat tire, but for an old lady, that was bad enough. Bryan crawled under the car looking for a place to put the jack, skinning his knuckles a time or two. Soon he was able to change the tire. But he had to get dirty and his hands hurt.
As he was tightening up the lug nuts, she rolled down the window and began to talk to him. She told him that she was from St. Louis and was only just passing through. She couldn't thank him enough for coming to her aid.
Bryan just smiled as he closed her trunk. The lady asked how much she owed him. Any amount would have been all right with her. She already imagined all the awful things that could have happened had he not stopped. Bryan never thought twice about being paid. This was not a job to him. This was helping someone in need, and God knows there were plenty who had given him a hand in the past. He had lived his whole life that way, and it never occurred to him to act any other way.
He told her that if she really wanted to pay him back, the next time she saw someone who needed help, she could give that person the assistance they needed, and Bryan added, "And think of me."
He waited until she started her car and drove off. It had been a cold and depressing day, but he felt good a s he headed for home, disappearing into the twilight.
A few miles down the road the lady saw a small cafe. She went in to grab a bite to eat, and take the Chill off before she made the last leg of her trip home. It was a dingy looking restaurant. Outside were two old gas pumps. The whole scene was unfamiliar to her. The waitress came over and brought a clean towel to wipe her wet hair.
She had a sweet smile, one that even being on her feet for the whole day couldn't erase. The lady noticed the waitress was nearly eight months pregnant, but she never let the strain and aches change her attitude. The old lady wondered how someone who had so little could be so giving to a stranger. Then she remembered Bryan.
After the lady finished her meal, she paid with a hundred dollar bill. The waitress quickly went to get change for her hundred dollar bill, but the old lady had slipped right out the door. She was gone by the time the waitress came back. The waitress wondered where the lady could be. Then she noticed something written on the napkin.
There were tears in her eyes when she read what the lady wrote: "You don't owe me anything. I have been there too. Somebody once helped me out, the way I'm helping you. If you really want to pay me back, here is what you do: Do not let this chain of love end with you."
Under the napkin were four more $100 bills.
Well, there were tables to clear , sugar bowls to fill, and people to serve, but the waitress made it through another day. That night when she got home from work and climbed into bed, she was thinking about the money and what the lady had written. How could the lady have known how much she and her husband needed it? With the baby due next month, it was going to be hard..
She knew how worried her husband was, and as he lay sleeping next to her, she gave him a soft kiss and whispered soft and low, "Everything's gonna be all right…
I love you, Bryan Anderson."
Good friends are like stars.... You don't always see them, but you know they are always there.
People come into your life for a reason, a season or a Lifetime.
When you know which one it is, you will know what to do for that person.
When someone is in your life for a REASON, it is usually to meet a need you have expressed. They have come to assist you through a difficulty, to provide you with guidance and support, to aid you physically, emotionally or spiritually. They may seem like a Godsent and they are.
They are there for the reason you need them to be.
Then, without any wrong doing on your part or at an inconvenient time, this person will say or bring the relationship to an end.
Sometimes they die. Sometimes they walk away. Sometimes they act up and force you to take a stand. What we must realize is that our need has been met, our desire fulfilled, their work is done.
Some people come into your life for a SEASON, because your Turn has come to share, grow or learn. They bring you an experience of peace or make you laugh. They may teach you something you have never done. They usually give you an unbelievable amount of joy.
LIFETIME relationships teach you lifetime lessons, things you must build upon in order to have a solid emotional foundation. Your job is to accept the lesson, love the person and put what you have learned to use in all other relationships and areas of your life. It is said that love is blind but friendship is clairvoyant.
REIGHTARDS, thank you for being a part of my life, whether you were a reason, a season or a lifetime.
aw isn't it sweet? can you feel the waves of nostalgia? awww...
christabel was reightarded
Inspired by Lich.
-Am vaguely disturbed, the thing took away all the apostrophes I had, so if you see poorly punctuated things, it's really not my fault at all.-
love, the mahrie.
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CAMP SYNERGY at fuhwa secondary school for normal tech students. 18th-21st June. JOIN PROGAMME COMMITTEE! PLEASE! or can just join as facilitators. either one is okay. XD
in other news, i hate pe. i am suanned constantly. CONSTANTLY. when a certain last alphabet appears i am suanned. when a certain giraffe appears i am suanned. I DON'T GET IT. HOW CAN I DIG THE WHOLE ENTIRE WORLD?
oh and lich? conflict management worksheet number 35
By digging and digging, the truth is discovered.
HAHAHAHAHAHAHA. I'm going to spread this, you little goat.
ballball <3
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LIKE GO DO! FUNNN.
Lich <3
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hello reightards. i am ambadoning my blog for this. i think its more fun to blog communally amused look.
http://ecologyasia.com/verts/snakes/blue_malayan_coral_snake.htm
nearly got bitten by this fella at macritchie this morning when i followed my mom and dad there on their exercise. i kinda just stepped over the it before it hit me that this guy was poisonous (red stripe) freaked, and siammed to one side. sis goes:
GIANT MILLIPEDE!
o_______O well. and it gave me this pissed look for blocking the sun (cause it was warming up and sunbathing there in that patch of sunlight) and slithered off. yes. so you are lucky that im still here typing this. chuckle. and luckily i didnt step on it. if not, bye mel.
yes. so today concludes the great food workout! first was making soyabean with grandma. this involves stripping soyabeans out of their epidermal layer. then we blend them with plenty of water, put the slush into a cheesecloth, and wring the juice out. boil, add sugar to taste (i suspect grandma's sweet tastebuds are deteriorating, she added like a mound of sugar in +____+)
second was baking cupcakes. and sticking in dried blueberries, cranberries and a chunk of hershey's dark chocolate. YUM. GLUTTONY + SINFULNESS = MINDBLOWING.
fried wantons next. erh, for reasons of extreme secrecy, my grandma's special recipe cannot be disclosed here. (involves mincedmeatprawnschiveswaterchesnutscarrotsmushroom and random sauces thrown in and INGREDIENT XFACTOR.) ho.
grandma should publish a cookbook. ho. those wantons are to die for.
oh a random fact, giraffes drool perpetually as their saliva contains agents that break down the poison in their leafy diet! grins. so well, beware of walking under a giraffe. for more fun and joy, please visit
www.silentkimbly.com
xD
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And read all the posts which I lagged behind.
And lich. NO I DO NOT SEE MOUNTAINS ANYMORE! I shall never attempt to climb another mountain. NEEEEVVVVVEEEER! And I won't be digging any mountain up either. That would take a lot of work, wouldn't it?
And erh...peeps. Ignore what lich posted up. the song lyrics were bad anyway. terrible and what not. and i SWEAR i'm CONCENTRATING during the next math lecture.
And urh...thanks for the hedgeball ah. Very funny.
and people. POTO ROCKED MY SOCKS! IT WAS SOOO GOOD. SO SO SO SO SO GOOD. THERE CAN NEVER BE A BETTER MUSICAL! OMG! SO GOOOOOOOD!
and people. taking h3 lit?
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I'm reading the French papers zomg. Just call me your canadian/Francophilic correspondant. in case you guys need to translate things, haha.
I'm insane, it's 2.06 a.m. and I'm caffeinated. So there lovelies.
<3 je t'aime!
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If we looked out of the window to our versions of an ideal view, what would we see?
Mel would see constant repetitions of POTO and King Lear, cause she's an oldophile like that.
Kitty, in the exact opposite, would see little children running around/towards her, all singing songs from Les Choristes. No she's not a pedophile. Why would we get such an idea?
Monkey would see a certain ki teacher with a big mouth.
Bel would see mountains. Lots of mountains. And some mounds. And maybe a spade.
Gen would see hot softballers with perfect swings and ankle tanlines muchly like hers who would sit with her under the shade with their legs sticking out into the sun to get rid of the tanlines.
I'll probably see a library of alfian sa'at's writings (oh how can anyone write as wittily and sarcastically and at the same time devastatingly beautifully as him?) and random other books. And maybe burbur. I grin. Except then cat would come and drag burbur away. D:
Note: inspired by Realmein's blog post. I grin.
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to my dearest friends - if you have not already gotten the message, your adorable darling intellectual ex-classmate has decided to shamelessly and courageously put her name forward for president of r(a) magazine. yes, because as we quote mr reeves, everything in life is worth doing once. now that that has been said...
HOW'S LIFE FOLKS! i am starting to get like addicted to chinese lit. it's starting to get endearing and i feel this deep sense of intense satisfaction (coughs) when those ancient pictograms start making sense. no seriously, DON'T YOU GUYS MISS CHINESE! who can beat something that is 5000 years old at least, i say funkily.
next point: choir concert. I WILL RUSH DOWN FOR DINNER IN ALL MY SWEATY GLORY from sentosa. and and hopefully i will be able to make it for our little get together at fish and co. looks at everyone guiltily. and um someone buy the cauliflower. i will like get the REAL stuff for cat. winks. and um we need to reach there earlier cos it's free seating and being kiasu singaporeans we need to like book prime front view seats to stare lustily at our little songbird (no pun intended). and and and, there's this little vain feminine problem: WHAT IS EVERYONE GOING TO WEAR! ah i remember the last concert where lichen was conned into wearing a skirt and bell appeared in a sexy pink top. ^^
third point: relationship problems. ANY JUICY NEWS EXCEPT FROM AHEM *winkwinkcoughcough* besides AHEM, lichen needs some desperate help. she likes this philo teacher called burbur who is seriously not even hot. MAIN POINT: EVERYONE COME JOIN PHILO CIRCLE COS THERE ARE INTELLECTUAL TEACHERS ALONG WITH NICE TOPICS AND IT'S A VERY NICE ATMOSPHERE AND WE NEED MORE GIRLS. draws breath and giggles. we should like get together and put some love bubbles in the air.
fourth point: TALENTIME. RGS RED CROSS WON. but for those who haven't seen, here is the champion traditional dance video from RAFFLES INSTITUTION. they rock seriously. painfully hilarious. http://s84.photobucket.com/albums/k2/rircr2/Talentime%2007%20AMOS/ it's the type of stuff you look at and think about how far red cross has gone. MY CERT IS EXPIRING SOON AND I WON'T BE ABLE TO SAVE PEOPLE ): oh tragedy. should i spend 40 bucks renewing it? i still love first aid *weeps buckets* WHY IS RAFFLES CHAPTER SO SCREWED. *bangs head against wall and dissolves into puddle of misery*
on a final note, I MISS YOU ALL. we like only get to wiggle our fingers very happily at each other from across the lecture theatre and that's about it ): remember all the annoying stuff we did together. ah yes the good old 408 class comm. *cue racial harmony day acapella* alright we must get together soon and EVERYONE TAKE CARE ALRIGHT. we will stick together and when we go to uni we will all emerge as the scheming lawyers everyone hates and RULE THE WORLD! okay i didn't say that. when i become the first female prime minister i promise i won't forget all of you (: gen cat lichen bell melmel. yes don't get bogged down by all ye worries and remember that when the grey clouds float over there's a nice beaming rainbow. ^^ LOVES *friendly smile*
<3 lickie peh
Each hung bell's bow was reightarded
For monkey.
For cat. I grin. And you can like hypnotize it with the pendulum/ball thing! (think PW) AHAHAHAHA.
Well, with a name like hedgeball do you even need to wonder who it's for?
YAYY the tiger's damn cute please. For gen.
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meet fishie. -____________- its supposed to be Bat's lifelong companion. rolls eyes.
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sniff. POTO... but still, i shall WATCH KING LEAR. HAHAHA. so there cat. eeyer liqi why you pangseh us... but nevermind gen and i shall bully lichen and buy cauliflowers. ho. winks at lichen. we have this decidely wicked plan to carry out smirk smirk.
at any rate, i have just guaily finished my p&p homework and tutorial. (wow) i have been spurred by the fact that erh, common test will be in june and my holidays are going to take out a large chunk of my revision time >,< so i shall be mugger and study hard (like real)
checking seats left...WOMG for KING LEAR ONLY 160 to 250 BUCKS TICKETS LEFT. WTHWTHWTH. hahaha. and 160 bucks is only level 3 circle seats >< AHHHHHHH.
to buy or not to buy...
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Yayy like cute right! And in a brilliant flash of genius and creative inspiration, I decided to name him Bat!
COOLIOS. EVERYONE GO ADOPT A PET. Haha melmel take the goldfish! And name him/her Fish!
Edit: Okay I put Bat under the links section, right above my name so I can feed him flies regularly (a.k.a. when I'm bored of homework - oh wait, what homework?)
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Gave up doing math/econs/lit/PW/KI/everything I really should be doing in favour of the Phenomena called Internet. A stranage and terrible force, it is.
I have not done my share of cracking, I say guiltily. But nevermind that:
POTO!!!!!!!!!!11!!!!1 (and i sound like Mary here)
I SAY EXCITEDLY.
amagaaad it was awesomefantabulouswonderfamazingbloodyfrickinbrilliant. I may be, of course being a tiny bit biased, but Ithink i hid it rather well. GOD it was brilliant! The Phantom especially. He was in equal parts scary as hell, and I spent the other half of the time angsting/tearing for him. *weeps* And his voice! *fangirls*. Christine was verrah verrah verrah good as well, loved her voice!
*FANGIRLS*
*collects self* I didn't much like Raoul though, his voice wasn't hot enough :( But oh well we can't have everything can we?
Before I go and make myself well acquainted with the bed, I shall announce my adoration for Craig Raine poems!
The Martian sends a Postcard Home! and, In The Dark are made of absolute love.
Sleep, prepare for life
The last twist of the knife.
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OH. MY. GAWD.
I quote: Lit classes to double up as you did for Mr B last week and get ready to discuss differences and similarities between Gilead and Oceania!
From an email from Joffry Purvees (and for once I actually know someone's name, but we can't have him reading this, can we) to the 07 humans.
LIKE. ZOMG. LIEK GILEAD AND OCEANIA. *totally spazzes out*
LIKE. AHHHHHHHHHHHH.
WHAT THE HELL AM I DOING PUTTING ECONS DOWN?
ALFJKDKLAKFJSDLAKFJDKL
So. Lit h3 or econs h3?
Or an even more qianbian question:
Lit or econs or maths?
Okay I know this is a lousy question for me to ask. Cause I hate maths at this current point in time, but I LIKED the nus maths course and it was like the only homework I ever did in sec 4, which means that deep down inside under my niobs there's a part of me which doesn't really mind maths. It's just that kohsy gets on my nerves so damn much with her teaching and outright refusal to listen to what others have to say.
And number theory, headache as it might have been, was DAMN FUN. (Of course suanning bel and toad contributed to it).
BUT REEVESIE! WALAO. When I was verifying my choice, he was playing on all my insecurities and whatnot and I was like AHHHHHHHHH. Cause I really, really like econs. It may just be reevesie and his teaching, but seriously I think econs graphs are damn cool and the whole concept of like elasticity rocks, even if it eludes me at the most inconvenient of times. And even if I never seem to remember the answer to any question if it involves deadweight loss and welfare gains.
Walao i still cannot decide. Sighs. HELP.
Lich
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Well. This is not really Reightards, but since it involves bel majorly, I shall post it here for the viewing pleasure of the rest of the world, or at least the small portion that visits here anyway.
Presenting to you...THE BALL CHOIR.
Where we express our infinite love for ball through our infinite love for song, and even if we lack the prodigal skill of people like cat and lickie, we can still engage in the suanning of bel as it involves minimal skill.
Canon in Ball (to the tune of the cow song)
I am Ball, round and small
If you're square give me a call
BOO me and I'll scream and fall
Rock and ROLL's my favourite music
I am suanned till I'm pathetic
I am balls, I am balls
Hear Me Roar.
I am balls here I stand
I'm the roundest in the land
'coz I don't have any legs or hands
I am a part time pro maneater
I go way off the hot meter
I am balls, I am balls,
I Have Balls.
I am Ball, hear me roar
See me roll along the floor
And I look good as a basketball!
You can bounce me with one hand
You can kick me cross the land
I am ball, I am ball,
Hear me roar!
I am Ball, see me fall
I am rolling down the hall
You can buy me in a shopping mall!
You can burst me with a spear
Cause I'm shaped just like a sphere
I am ball, I am ball
So IMBALLS!
I am Ball, be my friend
I'm willing to lend a hand,
And I'll bounce with you across the land
You can put me in the net
You can serve and spike and set,
I am ball, I am ball,
Be my friend!
And bel has a comment to make at the end of this:
"SHIT YOU GO AHEAD PEOPLE! CREATE TEN VERSES!"
And since we have her express permission, we can't let her down, can we? 5 down, 5 more to go.
And just as an encore:
Mao and Ballball sitting in a tree
S-U-A-N-I-N-G
First mao smiles
Then ball cries
Truckload's amusement for me.
Ball and Mao went up the hill
TO fetch a pail of water
Mao fell down and broke his crown
And Ball came rolling after.
And these pithy verses just appeal tremendously to my heart, since Mao can be replaced by just any guy with a one-syllable name/nickname. How cool is that.
Love,
Lord Lich.
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Please do not leave me the only one blogging randomly. PLEASE OH PLEASE.
Oh wells.
I have to be off now though.
HISTORY HOMEWORK IS UNDONE.
AND THAT IS SAD.
*scrambles off to do homework*
BALLBALL!
christabel was reightarded
Wow geez. Thanks. I am honoured that i have my name UNGLAMOROUSLY DISPLAYED ON THREE PEOPLE'S NICKNAMES with comments on my intelligence.
and look at what reeves wrote in the email, peeps:
Hope A01A and A13A are enjoying their bondage ... sorry, bonding.
Ohh...goodness. I'm starting to have my doubts about going with your class for adventure camp now, lich. HAVE YOU INFECTED REEVES WITH DIRTY-MINDEDNESS? oh his poor soul.
in other news. PPL, NAPFA is coming. COMING. looming ahead like dark clouds overcasting the sky. help. i do want to get a silver. OH GOD PLS I WANT TO GET A SILVER! which means i need to seriously pass sbj. SBJ is the only thing pulling me down. hey, even my shuttle run has improved. which says a lot. because its me. sit-ups: A. i-pull: A. 2.4: C. NOW ITS ONLY SBJ! oh help me lord.
and one last one...WHAT ARE YOU GUYS GOING TO DO BEFORE CHOIR CONCERT? i can only join you at 0645. considering i need to bathe change and get down to wherever you guys are...okay make it 7. so leave me out for wdv dinner. but i really need to get dinner before i go in, otherwise i'll just gastric my way thru the concert.
BALLBALL
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Board's up.
Heartheart
Lich, btw. This and the previous post too. In case you still dunno.
I'm like the only person who screws the html here please.
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We rock. Totally. Well. Bel...rocks too. I suppose. Sniggers.
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YOU ALL DIE!
SUFFER FOR TRICKING ME SO!
I SHALL HAVE YOUR HEADS!
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if not i'll ask my mommy to sponsor me or something.
because its right after CTs, i will feel very very very very prepared to splurge. and this is to make up for missing POTO. grins.
erh, can someone put up a tagboard on this thing? or else we would have to post to reply. but i suppose thats the main aim of this blog, so well. we shall erh debate on the merits of a tagboard.
well, where shall we go before cat's concert? keep in mind we need to buy her a bouquet of brocollis. rofl kidding cat. we shall see what flowers you get hmm. if you are lucky you get a cauliflower. chuckle. okay not funny. i get a feeling that i have kayaking on that saturday actually, so i think i will meet you guys at orchard or something. (albeit a little bit sunburnt yeah) hopefully me dont fall asleep (hey, look at it as being serenaded by all the choir people ;))
we can erh, storm like erh, orchard road and erh, hmm, have dinner in a nice place. like... nydc (that is ex place) or go reminiscing at burger king HAHA.
meln was reightarded
