hi! school was normal.. printing essays now.. for CAP..creative arts prog.. due on FRIDAY//. yup.
school was good..no physics today.. double geog. i was falling asleep!! ss with miss vani. aha. i volunteered to read su's BBC stuff out. no one else was gonna do anything.//. so stone.. besides, the period before that was CME! i was in the TALKING MOOD//.
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9:04 PM
Saturday, January 14, 2006
Done with my commonwealth essay.. it’s a sad story with a happy ending.funny storyline as usual..i did
COLOURS! Aha. I’ll post it now.
But no one copy my story. Or storyline. OKAY?
Okay ah. Then I’ll post it.. I wrote
TWO THOUSAND ONE HUNDRED AND TWENTY EIGHT WORDS
:D
Yea. Crazy right. Well, that’s how much it took to get me back into the descriptive mood. If you call my house and hear this really weird sounding person, its me! Aha. My poor voice..on the verge of losing it.
yup.anyways, here's my essay. feel free to provide constructive criticism..
everything's true k. the girl's name and all. i researched (: initial plan for story was for a totally colour-blind person to gain the ability to see colour, but sadly, there's no cure for that..yea.well here goes. HAPPY READING (:
Colours
The garden shimmered gently in a peaceful haze, bathing delicately at each dew-laden dawn, blossoming through high sunny noon tides, languishing in each crimson-tinted twilight that heralded the soft darkness of September nights…I closed the book, it was nothing short of an unreal fantasy. My attempt to fall asleep had once again been to no avail. Memories haunted me, as I tried to sleep and what had once been my dreams turned into the nightmares of reality.
My life was dull, nothing short of colourless. Left orphaned at the age of thirteen, adolescence made it hard for me to understand the fluxive changes which took place. The demise of my mother had left my father and me in the darkness. The part of life when there never seemed to be any rainbows, or visions of the crimson sun rising over a horizon, brushing pale streaks of pink and gold on the gray mist over calm sea waters. My father had turned to drug abuse to cope with the loss. Seeing traces of white powder on the kitchen table was just one of the few signs that had not been left unnoticed by me.
The day dawned humid and grey. Soon, dark cloud masses bunched in a lowering sky. I awoke to the gray walls of my room, which resembled a worn out white ironing board cover, which were pale throughout the day. My entire room was a lack of colour. A possible reflection of its owner. Although I stayed in a house large enough to accommodate another two persons, my father and I stayed in the house, as two separate individuals, seldom acknowledging one another. It was also for this lack of care in the household, that the back garden had been left untended. Weeds had conquered the ground and brown puddles of mud lay in the uneven areas of the soil. My entire background was in a squalid state.
Even school seemed dull to me. Back in primary school, a year ago, our desks were grey, and mine seemed paler than the rest. Marks made with my rusty penknife found a haunt on my desk top, saving my skin from scars. I walked to school daily, alone. Seen as a typical teen, the kind associated with listening to heavy metal music, I was never given the chance and never found the opportunity to let others step into my life, to break open that inner oyster shell, to reveal the soft pink insides and to discover the iridescent pearl within. Few attempted getting to know me, due to this unseen sign which seemed to hover above me, telling others to leave me alone. Teachers who noticed my lack of colour seemed not to care. I told myself that I wanted the help, that I needed that hand to be stuck out, so that I could take hold of it, and step back into the abyss of reality, and yet, it never came.
Afternoon shadows lengthen as the day draws to a close. It soon became nightfall and the new moon was up. It hung like a fresh minted coin in a still, cloudless sky of midnight blue. The trees in the neighbourhood stood like timeless sentinels, watching my every move through the four glass panels of my room window. Spider webs, long abandoned, clung to the corners and dust lay on the window sill. Photo frames stand displayed, in a dark corner, with the shadow reaching the edge of the table, darkening the photos. From my bed, the photos seem black and white, missing colour. They bring about memories, of the times spent with my mother-the days when there was colour in my life. The room is dark, with light emanating from my study table against the wall, opposite my bed. I watch the full moon move silently behind pillowy night-cloud formation and it hung in the blanket of the night sky. My vision soon fades as I slip into sleep.
The new day dawned in a haze of soft sunlight. Overhead, the sky was a delicate blue with small white clouds scudding along on the breeze. The flood of morning sunlight penetrated the shadows, melting them into a yellowy haze of light. I prepared myself for school and before I knew it, I was out of the house, somewhat escaping its pallid grasp. However, my influence by this lack of colour was reflected in my attire. Dressed from head to toe in shades of black and gray, I seemed to resemble the dark, gloomy clouds on a rainy day; the kind people wished did not exist. Somehow or other, I found it hard to dress in colour, especially when my surroundings were not half as vibrant as I had wished. Nonetheless, I traveled to school, with a tinge of enthusiasm on my part, after all, it was a new term, and it would provide me with a chance to start anew-or so I hoped.
The new school seemed monstrous -with red curtains along the frames of panes, the windows seemed like scary eyes, and the doorway into the school, the mouth of a monster, swallowing students as they so willingly walked into the locker-filled hallways. Putting aside my fear of being ostracized, I too walked through the doorway, like the one dark window among a thousand brightly lit ones. Students in the hallway, my potential classmates, seemed to have been forewarned of my attendance. Less than a hundred metres from the entrance, I had already attracted more stares than that which I had anticipated. I failed to recognize my being different from the others, to acknowledge that lack of colour. There came a day, however, when things began to pick up, bringing the colour back into my otherwise, pallid life.
I observed many students in the hallway, though one caught my eye. There was something different about her. I had not seen her before, chances were she was not from around here. She stood out from those in cliques, and yet she seemed to fit in. She wore a turquoise blouse with a radiant, lime green beaded bracelet. She dressed resplendently and her jeans, though dark blue, seemed a bright colour. She wore a pair of spaghetti sauce red and crimson orange sneakers with ivory-white shoelaces. Upon further observation did I realize her shoelaces had tiny rainbows on them. The clash of colour seemed not to affect her and she bore herself slim and graceful as a willow wand, with beautiful sienna skin faintly tinged with rose. Her smooth straight hair was dark brown and wound around her head in a plait, tied up like a crown, and giving her a regal air that complimented her whole appearance. Sunlight flooded down from the window panels at the sides of the hallway, etching small pools of light on the floor, and the rays seemed to be a spotlight on this girl.
Perhaps it was because of the fact that I was caught staring at her that she approached me, to say hello. We exchanged names and I thought that Amitola was a nice enough girl, who seemed to understand me. We spent time in classes together, learning more about one another with each period. As time passed, she got to know me well and we spent time during recess just chatting. I soon found out from her that she was Native American and that she too came from a broken family. At first, I failed to understand how Amitola could live such a colourful life.
The first day of the new term seemed to have passed by so quickly, leaving me more eager to return the next day. That night, the sky was clear and dark, and a slight breeze stirred the air. A silvery cloud drifted over the houses, its edges glowing with ruddy light cast from the moon which was cradled between two houses. I slept well that night, and before I went to bed, I managed to say goodnight to my father. It seemed as though part of this girl had rubbed off on me.
The sun rose the next morning with a glorious conflagration of pink and yellow. The golden sunlight gave a glow to each of the houses in my neighbourhood. The glow seemed more radiant on my house than all the others since it had normally been in darkness. I met Amitola at the traffic light near school and we walked there together. The school day passed quickly, and before I knew it, I found myself saying bye to her, as we parted, and accepting a small pouch, made out of animal fur, from Amitola. The content being more important, I rushed home to open it. Upon reaching home and entering my room, I pulled the string loose and out it fell.
A piece of thick thread with seven different colours which had been woven together to form this friendship band. A single tear slid down my cheek, for the significance of the colours it held was great. Red, orange, yellow, blue, green, indigo and violet, the colours brought back into my life. I walked to my room window and drew the curtains. The rays of sunlight streamed gloriously through the glass. Darkness and shadow were no longer to be an element in the house. I opened my room window allowing more light in, etching pools on my room floor. Sunlight sparkled on the photograph frames which had been left in the shadows and the spider webs, along the corners of the window pane, had become glittering filigree as each dew drop turned it into a scintillating jewel.
Floods of silver sunlight from a pale cloudless sky entered my room, invited. It was because of Amitola that the colour had been brought back into my life, it was for our blossomed friendship. The sunlit late afternoon stretched into a warm evening turning the walls of my room a rosy hue, with the speckle of golden dust motes drifting lazily on the rays of the setting sun. The last rays of the sun sent slender slivers of ruby and gold from behind a purple-blue cloud bank as I stared at the photographs along the staircase in my house. Light which had flooded in through the window gave each memory an orange glow, a glow of happiness and colour. In every smile, in every photograph, was colour.
The next morning was glorious, for it was a new day. Dawn came pearly gray, shot with shafts of peach and dusky pink as the sun broke the eastern horizon with the break of dawn. I dressed in shades of blue, reflecting the sky. A pair of pink and gold dangling earrings complimented my wavy hair as I stepped out of my house and into the direct path of sunshine. I tied the friendship band round my wrist, a constant reminder of the colour in my life, and the friendship I had with her. I could not wait to see Amitola, to exhibit the change in me, the change she had influenced. It was soon recess, and I was still unable to find her. No one else seemed to notice her disappearance. During recess, I was invited to a table with a group of my classmates and proceeded to join them. I got to learn about each of them and before long, I had more friends then I could count.
I left school that day, puzzled. Late afternoon sunlight stenciled my shadow which was shaped in soft pink relief on the cement foot path. Where could she be? It was not like her to skip school. This continued for the next few days and soon, days became months. As time passed, I found time to decorate the back garden. I planted rows of flowers, the softly coloured patches mixed with the unmarked boundaries of emerald grass. My relationship with my father has also improved, he sends me to school every morning and we spend valuable time at counseling sessions, strengthening our bond.
Many months have passed since I last saw Amitola. Then, one afternoon, I decided to tidy my study table, to make it more presentable in light of my change. As I cleared out the dust coated items on my shelf, a book fell out -a baby names directory. A single page was bookmarked with a faded friendship band, its memory still lingering. The name I saw on the bookmarked page had a refreshed meaning, for it was only then that I realized that the Native American name, Amitola, meant rainbow. I looked out into the window and gazed into a Caribbean blue sky. Clouds scudded along with the breeze and I saw a magnificent arch of colours, shining with a soft quivering light. The end of the rainbow was in my back garden. Watching from my room window, I whispered thanks, for she was the palette which added colour to my life -she was the rainbow.
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1:46 PM
Friday, January 13, 2006
shot summary here..gotta work on commonwealth essay. school today..after recess, gastrinal pain(acc the doc)..left after phy..tahaned for the whole lesson..and on mon there's FOUR PERIODS OF PHY in a ROW. die.
two days mc.. cant go for cca day tmr. sad.
commonwealth essay calls. LATER. i might post it.yea. ta ta, for now.
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9:02 PM
Wednesday, January 11, 2006
hi! played soccer yesterday! so fun! mud mud mud grass grass grass puddles..all over.mud damn hard to get off la. but it was SUPER SUPER SUPER fun, i think i scored three or more goals.aha.AMAZING.
then today.. ART! funness. i modelled....as usual.. yea. our grp won!! yayness//. ms low is NICE.. asked me whether i wanted to take aep.. have to consider..i'm actually learning the same stuff under GAP but just that AEP has one extra exam..and it sounds nicer.heh.
yea.. and my posts are getting shorter and shorter..oh wells./
I LOVE ART!
and soccer actually rocks.especially with a bunch of screaming 14 year old ij girls.
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8:22 PM
Sunday, January 08, 2006
oh ya. i didn't mention that amanda and i are sitting RIGHT in front of the teacher's table for chem! so suay! oh wells.at least i'm sitting next to her la..yea. haha.
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3:31 PM
haha. i was thinking. this is gonna be LAME so yea, brace yourselves. its called seroiusly digressing from REALITY.
WARNING:the typer of whatever is in this post is not responsible for any lameness what-so-ever which might rub of on or influence the reader.lets just elabotae and wholly digress.
WOULDN'T IT BE NICE IF THE WORLD WAS CADBURY?as in cadbury..you know..the NICE chocolate..which so melts in ur mouth..
then what abt wars.. everything would be choc... think.
-edible bullets
-no blood
-edible dust!
and there wouldn't be a need for rations..
and there wouldn't be racism! cos everything's chocolate what.all same..well i guess there are different types of chocolate..white choc..dark choc..mnt choc..choc with nuts..and the list goes on..
and what abt cannibalism! aha. it wouldn't exist anymore i guess//.
and how abt swimming..i guess the water would be overly water down chocolate.
and you'd get sick of chocolate chocolate chocolate.
yup. ahahaha.retarded.
back to reality now..
its freezing
very rainy.
very very rainy.and we would have gone to st. igs for mass if it wasnt raining so heavily.all the rains fault.oh wells. rain is God's pee.so my sis claims.and she says --'at least we know gods not constipated or anything.' AHA.
and she said that when i was lunching just now..my mum was there too..and we could tell she was trying to control her laughter. anyways. i woke up round ten plus..
went to bathe..
my brother was like saying from the toilet door in his sweetest nicest voice--'samantha, after you come out of the toilet can play the star wars monopoly with me?' and i'm like YEA YEA..half not hearing what he said cos of the shower.. then he comes back--'FASTER.." and i'm like yea, almost done.. and he's like--if when i next come back, ur not done,i'll switch of the heater.' and i'm like--switch off la.. and he says and i'll switch of the lights also.aha. oh wells. i came out before any of that could happen though.. then had breakfast.. then after much persuasion from zac.. i played star wars monopoly with him.. not exactly really fun..cos got no challenge..i mean he's lke only in primary two what...i had like one WHOLE STRETCH of HOTELS//. from the green colour..all the way to the blue. aha. so we decided to stop playing. cos i sure win. and i didn't want to prolong his boredom//.
you should play and play and own the monopolythen dad woke up late..so yea..back to the start//.couldn't go to st igs.. yup.
and this year..i'm taking art! yayness.
oh well. i think i've gotten over the gullibily of IT.ahahaha. later.
gonna go blog hop hop hop. chao.or wait.i'm in major blogging mood now.aha.aiyah.oh wells.
driving it out of you.like i always do.cos i cant take it.and its better for you.
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2:37 PM
Saturday, January 07, 2006
hi! just back from dinner, and after choir and mass..saw eug at macs.HAHA.my sis la.so retarded. i was looking away and my sis had to go and point at me.lol.ANYWAYS.lets blog about friday..school! miss shanti rocks. haha. she talked to the class..haha.made us laugh. 'colourly challenged'aha.and i never knew darlie toothpaste used to be called Darkie..but they had to change it cos u noe.. racial stuff. DARK-ie..yea.. and haha. i'll quote her -- "In singapore, all you have to do is stare at someone and you get beaten up."haha, rather true, in some ways.
so we have to wrap up a journal for her!-ex bk. NICE NICE.finally a chance for me to use that FOUR DOLLAR WRAPPING PAPER i got from borders..
yea..i don't really feel like typing..yea.
anyways. about me now..currently..umm.let me see..i'm being lame here.oh no.
erm. my birhtday's coming! in 2 weeks and 2 days (: i'm INE THE PROCESS of planning smth.i'm STILL pissed with a certain someone.who as of late, has made me feel retarded..and BLUR. i changed my locker lock..so its NO LONGER pink..yea.and i brought MORE books to store in school today--when i went for e open hse.. oh ya! the open house! i saw ppl..the school's really PURPLE.blah blah blah, went to e primary site..saw quite a few teachers (: and manda's mum...yup. when i left, ben came.aha.so no chance of seeing him.yup.gonna blog hop now. i'll leave you with a few somewhat phrases..
i'm thinking of YOU.sighs.and i cant stop thinking of you.freaky eh.well, guess thats just how it goes.AHA.
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8:42 PM
Thursday, January 05, 2006
The picts finally loaded..here..i'm in the photo-posting MOOD (x enjoy--some RANDOM ones.
my pencilcase! and my turtle!!!(the one my bro says looks like a cockroach!doesn't right?)
I LOVE THIS BAG MUCH MUCH.
THE IRONY.that cows are on my bedsheet. for goodness sakes. IAM NOT. i repeat, I'M NOT NOT NOT A COW!!!! jared(n ian)..u and ur retarded theory..
the NICE hotel room in the concorde.KL, m'sia.
I did this in Daddy's office that time.nice right! matches my NOKIA phone! haha.
I love the belt! taken at netball carnival 2005..2/1's stand.messy eh? ahaha.
erm.ryan, i want my book back please.i hope its in a GOOD condition.
i drew that! i didn't trace it. yup.general grievous. i drew it! no trace! (((:
and my darling handphone.
DONT anyone forget this.
we're gonna be twins this year man.loves.
STARBUCKS.remember that day.the gossiping.hee.
i coloured this..NICE? my mum thought it was printed! aha.
i'll miss this class at the holding school-and its ex-inhabitants.MUCH.LOVES.
exam mugging at night.while my sister sleeps in the same room.science..see the text book?
so stress.
the one of MANY pages of chem equations in my neat bio book. (:
my wedges!!!haha,this pict so retarded.can see my sockline.eee.
does this apply to ME? HAHA.jk.
THE FUN at my house that day (: class comm '04
-sorry u couldn't come rach!
my final year malay paper'05.haha. close passage. can die.
the branson cousins (photo taking session at e pre-xmas dinner.)and grandparents.
ooh.carnival at Marina.on the LSSR vessel.we had a tour of the inside...the stair cases very narrow and scary.but cool la.yea. the wind in your face, and a terrific view.
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3:13 PM
THIS IS CLEARLY RETARDED.why does photo uploading take SO LONG......
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3:05 PM
just came back from j8..
WALKED THERE.and
WALKED BACK.
so retarded. two geniuses la.wanted to walk, so can drop by mum's school to show her my sister's just-pierced ears. it RAINED halfway.and we had ONE umbrella. so my sis and grandma shared that.and ME? i walked in the rain.lol.so retarded i tell u.
ooh.mrs tay just called me.aha.
anyways.
yea.. so i'm
all polka dotty now.
ohh.and i've updated my wishlist..my birhtday's coming! in NINETEEN DAYS// :D
oooh.i like this pict.. particularly cos of the lip colour.
and wow. i just killed a beetle with my bare fingers.GROSS.
hahaha. later.
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1:23 PM
Wednesday, January 04, 2006
i've got to many questions for you. questions i'm sure you CANT answer.
that is, without giving some crap excuse.
have you ever been in a situation when you found the words to say, but no one wants to hear you out? well, dealing with it is one thing, but when it comes to me, it just gets etched in my head; no matter how i try to erase it from my memory. and really, whoever said "sticks and stone will break my bones but words would never hurt me", hasnt really been out long enough.
if you wondered who my msn nickname(.//suddenly i see-why the hell you mean so much to me;and i mean it) was pointing to, it is to her. and for once, i really meant what i said. i tried not to say anything stupid, but it didnt turn out the way i wanted it to be. i really dont know how to face her in school. to think that we were once best friends. and because of hearsay,everything just shattered, and she was just using me to get info. for what, i dont know. and i dont want to know. even if she tells me she still cares, i dont. it has been almost 3 mths since the whole incident happened and its not easy to get back on your feet again. i admit it, i do over-analyse. but why did you have to drag me down "memory lane" again? i dont want to be reminded of the past year, or the great times we had hanging out together after school. you dont reside in my life anymore. sorry girl, i work better alone.
she'll never read this. i know she never will. and to think she actually cared. ignore this post, seriously. i am going to come back in a few days, weeks or even months to realise that i have said something stupid again.
-we dont talk along the same frequency anymore-
shee-sh.like i'm a blur IDIOT.AS IF LA.AS IF.you don't care and yet u say all this? you don't care and yet you say HI to me on msn. as if nothing's happened? YOU DON'T CARE? maybe you just don't want to lose face.
please.and everything didn't shatter cos of hearsay.you still don't get it.seems like you never will.either that or you do.but u just don't want to face it.
YOU KNOW WHAT?
i'm wasting my time.dwelling on past issues.please don't give ur class comm trouble.
LOVES! (:
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4:16 PM
YAY YAY YAY.i made it back to my old skin.i had to do it ALL over again.shee-sh.
so cold now man..
and awwww.
'and then there's ama and erica and also, sam. i cant scream and call her a
flirt machine anymore and laugh and laugh till my stomach hurts and especially
tease her and laugh at her calling her kanchiong and all those funny names we
came up for each other.
when i saw that i got into the class while the
others got into better classes. i didnt cry because i felt dumb. i cried because
i knew i couldnt be with those.. who i spent so much time having fun with
anymore. '
ena..your post..made me miss 2/ too! and you, PARTNERRRR!.
i'm not a flirt-machine!? though that name has probably stuck..i need to update u man!!!! yea. miss u much. no one next to me..to eat during class...gossip x),
bitch, rmb e I LIKE ____ thing we wrote on both our desks! all the tim tam.....my nuggets (: crapping during catechism with MR TANG!hahahahaha. the towel flying out of the window and using the gala to get it back! the crap excuses we gave during english lessons..the obseraing of our lit teacher last year.ahem ahem ahem.the randomness....all the drawing we did..all the art..SO SAD.
i'll miss u much girl.LOVES.
i'm sitting next to AMANDA;bestie in class..(i think.)
we're gonna be twins
next year this year! even mrs tay said so..
sit next to each other..chair and vice chair..register no.1 and register no.2...so close.HAHA.literally.
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3:38 PM
this is a TEMPORARY skin.THANKS MUCH MUCH MUCH to JARED.cannot use my old skin.cos got problem.his fault.HEH.gonna rain alrdy.. its temporary..cos that skin doesn't exactly suit me.aha. yea.too lazy to blog. gotta print a sign saying THE PERIODIC TABLE.lol.for our class..if the skin u see as ur reading this isn't e guy with the eggs..means i alrdy changed it to a skin which i like! yea.
haiz.i liked my old skin!
yup.BTW, all of us in e acting class comm of 3/3 are NOT powerhungry!haha.
loves//.
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2:47 PM
wth.if ur seeing this post, its good..if u cant.its JARED's fault.shit la u.
dono what u go and do.now my whole thing screwed.must redo EVERYTHING.thanks ah.
school was okay...haha.mrs tay's nice la..yea.alot happened...my whole uniform dirty..3/3...we cleaned our class! so nice.yup. too lazy to go into detail.yup. bye! must make u be able to see this post.....
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2:23 PM
Tuesday, January 03, 2006
FIRST DAY of school! There were like only three ppl in the bus! Crazy.reached school at like six forty.soo early..some ppl were alrdy there though..the hall was so dusty and jess was like-we mopped it okay! Ahaha. Then had some talks…blah blah blah..had this orienteering game thingy..dono what.. then more talking by our sec three’s HOY-head of year-miss shanti! Who is my class’ eng teacher.. she ‘s really funny.and talks real fast! Aha. Like me! Well, sometimes..
quite a few NEW teachers..the school’s really dusty..then we had this simulation thing of assembly.in the scorching, burning, blistering sun! one girl actually took out her umbrella! Crazy.i bet Audrey wanted to! Ahaha. And I was..ooh.i just had a phone call.sorry man, i am really busy now.yup yup.HEH. anyways. then we stood there..while e student councilors--previously known as prefects-tried to get us to stand in alignment with the diamonds on the floor.cos the assembly area is really oddly shaped..yup//.
the canteen is SO colourful..but quite small..the toilet! super spacious! and it had NICE yellow tiles!!!yea! haha.and the toilet paper's softer.aha.me n su made some funny observations while we were there.. then we went to our form class..mine is R306..if i rmb correctly.. amanda and i got voted as chair and v.chair again! but it wasn't really fair, cos there are 36 girls in 3/3 and out of that, 18 girls were previously from 2/1..yea..
then we-class comm-have to go to school tmr! at 8am! to clean up the class room.. aha. sad.
then we had to go the ava drama studio for the class comm talk--another talk!-which took till 2.25..when it was supposed to end at 1.50! then had to go for CCA comm meeting.....outside e HOD office...then had to go see mrs tay..abt my taking art next yr..but i forgot..so tmr la.. yea.
then me, manda and nut went to long john's for lunch..along with alot of other ppl..ahaha. we talked alot....laughed alot....so funny. turn's ryan was at the other macs..and sarah was there too..haha.crap man.then at lj's we saw ben mao's brother..hahaha.so tall la!we saw tons of sji ugys also..with their green n white ties.heees.the prefects one is better la..less candy cane like.nooo offence. yup.then we took bus home...dadadada.yea. and i'm home now!before i go blog hop.i'll post afew VERY RANDOM stuff.which i missed out during the course of the LONG post.hahaha.
- The whole back of my pinafore where my butt is, is WHITE.
- DONT say our school looks like a mosque! its MOORISH ARCHITECTURE.which originated from grenada-spelling??-in spain.
- the first thing in our STUDENTS CREED is --i have a right to an environment which is conducive to..LEARNING!
- The canteen food is cheaper and better.
- The IJ enterprise has run out if stock of school socks.drats.
- Our formroom is DUSTY as in can-make-you-sneeze-kinda-dusty and DUSTY PURPLE.haha.
- The school is SO purple!lucky my soom's not really purple.i'd be sick of seeing purple, purple and guess what! . . . .PURPLE!
- The school bell after every class!!!!omg... . . . its EXACTLY like a fire alarm!just that its shorter.everytime it goes of, at least someone gets a shock.
- The track!is SO narrow.only THREE.yea, u heard me right, THREE lanes.
- There're monkey bars!the kind where u don't have to bend your knees when ur using it.
- There are only fans at THE SIDE of the hall.which makes it hot.
- The outside of the school looks nice, but the inside....not really.
- I'm the only girl taking malay in my ENTIRE CLASS. you know that banded thing which class comm members have to do whenever the class breaks up, i have to do it for myself solely.and if i'm absent?gosh.my spirit which LIVES in the school will do it for me (:
- I said the phrase 'SO RETARDED' at least ten times today.
- The staircases are really wide!phew.i'll never get stuck.
- i miss the old school.
- I talk fast when i'm pissed.and that tends to make u feel like i'm talking to myself.but..aiyah.bear with this girl yea?
loves.take care.
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5:51 PM
Monday, January 02, 2006
HAPPY new year!here're my resolutions for the year two oh oh five six.- Go cycling more often--made a promise with daddy-go cycling/jogging twice a week-on a weekday afternoon and saturday morning.
- Exercise greater self-control--which is highly essential.
- Be nicer to my sis-with the hope that she will be too.
- Be as nice to my brother as i was last year..which was nice-ALOT.
- Attempt to save more than i spend--notice the word attempt.
- Not procrastinate as much
- Have crushes which work vice-versa. ahaha.
- Have more fun than this year.
i like no.7 (: lets hope i stick to that.
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haha.did u see jared's new blog?so NICE the right the skin! aha.copy mine only!tsk tsk.so sissy! Everyone go see! hahaha.i've got a duble blog now.hees.thanks! i cant here e song though..anyways, here's blogging abt
YESTERDAY -first of january 2006 and 23 days away from my birthday!
we went to FISH & CO. for lunch again! at wheelock place..it was so cold!!!freezing! then when we were waiting for the bill--the ppl mixed up my mum's credit card!lol.with another person's one.. yea.. and the two cards were totally different also! one was colourful, the other was all red.aha.
then we went to borders..daddy bumped into his senior when he was in st gab's.wow.germaine chua's dad..yea.
we went for 11am mass btw..i was hoping we'd wake up late, so we'd get to go to st igs.hees.i wonder why . . . unfortunately we didn't..risen christ as usual...yup.saw ppl we haven't seen in weeks..wished them a happy new year..
now back to orchard.. we went to PARAGON.. walk here walk there.. went to take to get some tes stuff before going to grandma's house..took the MRT.. got off at bradell, and guess what! bumped into yiping and gillian..who were going the exact way as i was! haha.sao walk walk talk talk.so i guess i'm not the only one who hasn't done the maths hw yet.haha.still got paper n a bit of paper one.. i'll do it on the 4th -5th! haha.
then had dinner at grandma's..watched tv..helped my grandfather with his hp..haha.so tired! my eyelids were like barey able to stay open.. went home..wrote in my new diary! its so cute la.aha.will show photo's soon...
THE DAY BEFORE YESTERDAYturkey dinner at a.jill's...mmmm.zac and his pink scooter! PINK! haha.he was fighting with a.dorine's daughters for it.tsk tsk.and i've got photographic evidence..haven't loaded e picts into the comp though....and daddy just took it out.oh wells.then removed my french mani there... sobs.and my nail broke! just one! oh wells.yea..went back just slightly after midnight.. so tired.
now..its so cold also.. yup.going out later in the late afternoon..more new year visiting.haha.
so chao for now.gosh.i don't know what to wear later.haiz.must decide.chao for now.i'll post my resolutions in the next post.yup.
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