i finally got to sit down in front of the television to watch something for more than half an hour!
yesss!!!
haha
watched the second half of "Bridge to Tarabithia"
and cried like i'd lost my marbles when leslie died
leslie shouldn't have died! it's a mistake - a mistake, i tell you!
she and jesse are meant to be together!!
haha

my hands were shaking before the history paper, thanks to red bull
and hallucinations of people screaming in my head made it hard to sleep at 7 am (thanks to red bull)
dan's right; we should sue! haha!

but afterwards was pure, freedom-from-exams heaven

breakfast/lunch at long john's silver at 5
before dan, steph and i looked for a new home for jaws at daiso
and then prom dress hunting!
and then dinner/desert at that chocolate bar - yummy!

heh- 1.40 am and i'm not sleepy
prelims has totally screwed up my sleep cycle
this week i slept in the evening and studied till morning
and now i can't sleep!

fin*
p.s. i had no idea how to end the post

saw primary school kids playing ping pong with their wallets
in SAJS on the way home

and just now i dreamed about playing tennis against primary school boys
... using only our hands.

go figure.

7.35 am.
my brain is tired.
i have gone through so many economics essays,
and yet remain no more proficient than before i began.
i'm taking an hour long break.

1. pen ink finishing midway through the first page of lit paper
-_-;
only available pen was the uber thick one but wtv.

2. told pat i'd put up a picture to show how short the shortest person in eight-man rowing usually is compared to his teammates.
would look funnier if the whole team was standing in a line... but you get the picture.
basically every team has an extremely small person to sit at the head of their boat



3. me and dan are such unfortunate souls! our third class photo features only a fraction of each of our faces. mine the worst, especially.
needless to say, i won't be buying that photo...

bleh. bleh bleh.
i hate economics. and i freakin' hate the school.

i really, really, really dislike the new principal.
i really do.
her patronising lack of trust, which has in fact been detrimental to my studies in that i can't get any actual studying done, really gets to me,
especially since i cannot do anything about it.

absolutely nothing. zilch. nada. zero.

i can choose to skip school, devote my time to studying, whilst getting an earful of shit from that particularly notorious tyrant.
or i can go to school dutifully, come home late, be too tired to study, flunk Prelims, and still get an earful of shit, albeit perhaps from a different source.
either way, it's a lose-lose situation.

i freakin' hate this.

what sparked this off, at so late a time as 12.55 in the morning before the school week starts?

besides reading dan's blog post, which i agree with wholeheartedly, i read the letter that the school administration sent to every one of our households for our parents to read and sign.
yes, sign.
like we're bleeding 10-year-olds that need to be supervised in things that have a bearing on our futures.
yea, yea, we know; we get it.
A levels are coming, it's time to get serious about our futures.
we know, because what's at stake is ours.
we don't need power-crazy people demanding that we study the way they prescribe, because we've been doing it for the last 11 years.

and, lest we forget, how can i not mention the fact that most of our papers are freakin' before the one week holiday?
how in the universe are we to study with classes going on, pray tell?
especially with classes going on till 7 in the bleedin' evening?

bah bah bah bah.
the aforementioned "bah"s are there as substitutes to vulgar words that i otherwise would have used.
but i've decided to refrain, and to be a lady despite the "bleedin's" and the "freakin's" that's i've let slip past me.
because it is 1 in the morning, and i shall need to catch some sleep.

one final bah.
good night.

finanana*
stickin' it to the man passively in a blog entry that will make no discernible difference

omg! a flash of briliance!
here's the joke that i just came up with:

question: what vehicle does jerrald (the cube) take?

dunnoe?
well, here's the answer: a CUBicle!

AhahahaHAHAhahahHAHAHA!
okay, my creative well is dry again...

Olympics tidbits

1.saw calvin run for singapore yesterday
200m heats, wasn't it?
he didn't come in last! i'm so proud!
bleh, but i forgot to tape it for my bro...

2.was watching swimming 50m freestyle finals
this guy called Cesar from brazil won
from the replay underwater, it looked like he didn't take in any air while swimming
in fact, the commentator said he only took in air once on the blocks, and once during the race
that's it
for 50 m
that is mind-boggling!

3. did ya hear about the Chinese gymnastics controversy?
their women's team won gold
but there are rumours that some of the gymnasts are not old enough
some even say that they have proof that he kexin is only 14
if this is found to be true, then they rightfully should be stripped of their medal
but i hope not!
imagine how much they must have trained for this
and besides, the chinese are generally smaller than caucasians and such
so i hope it's just a case of stunted growth
because i pity those girls!
(in my opinion, kexin actually looks old enough; it's that deng linlin who looks 12!)

4. i love yang yilin's costume for the individual all-round women's gymnastics event!
it's so arsenal-istic, with it's deep red colour and white-coloured sleeves
jiang yuyuan's one wasn't too bad, either
(yilin's age is also disputed, although she definitely looks older than kexin and linlin
in fact, yilin's taller than shawn johnson!)
i'd pity them so much if they do get stripped of gold
cos interviews have shown that yilin last went home more than a year ago and hasn't had a holiday since
even on sundays she goes to the gym to "have fun"
such a sad life!

on another note, i have no idea if my medicine is working for me
sure, my voice is back 75%, but my coughing seems worse!
and i have only 1 1/2 doses of my cough medicine left!
blaaahhh

finanana*

so... national day was fun!

went up to the 58th floor of UOB plaza to Dan's dad's office to watch fireworks
and eat burger king with dan's bro and mum, thanks to dan's dad
view was fab
we could see the entire spectacle,
including the huge lit-up man-made singapore flag at the padang
so cool!

then we went off exploring, being the 18 and not-quite-18 year olds we are
(me- i'm the only one not 18)
dan was eager to show her IC to anyone who cared to ask
just 'cause she can
haha

i was a little more pensive
few more months to go; i'm not quite there yet
although... can't think of why they'd worry
it's not like i'd even want to do anything i'm not supposed to
because i can't... like duh!

anyways, went out for some after dinner dining
sat on high stools at a high table, kinda isolated from everyone else
felt kinda cool
(although, there were kids running around...)
dan and steph, being 18, ordered the more popularly known 18 year old drinks
like singapore sling (patriotic!), SOTB (don't ask) and bloody mary
while i, being who i am, opted for safer stuff
(mocktails)
(which are called "virgin ___", for obvious reasons)
and a chocolate cake!

i was totally not expecting to find the virgin mary to taste all savoury and spicy!
such a surprise
i mean, i read about how people make their own and drink it
and watch them do it in tv shows and movies
so i thought, hmm, maybe the non-alcoholic one will taste nice...
wrong! utterly wrong!
tastes like salsa!
which wouldn't have been so bad if i'd had bread to dip into the drink
but it burns your throat like only tobasco can
who in the world likes drinking tobasco?!


the infernal marys, virgin and bloody both



dan had some of that infernal virgin mary
which i would think accounted for her vomiting all over
cos i nearly vomited a few times too

(and now, i think because of that +cake+virgin margarita,
i've lost my voice!)

surprisingly, steph looked and felt fine
even with that bloody mary
i guess me and dan are the younger ones (figuratively speaking)
haha

the weird army dude who served us was so freakin' irritating
always coming to our table necessarily
and talking too much
and asking to get our table when the other dude already got it
trying too hard
i have no idea if it's flirting [with... steph (; ]
but it was sure as hell irritating

but all in all, a fun night!
haha

fina*
who will be forever 17 =)

life's lessons

a virgin margarita teaches you
that lime doesn't flow with chocolate fudge cake
a virgin mary teaches you
that tobasco and pepper don't belong in a drink
and a high office floor teaches you
that pressure isn't your ears' best friend

fina*

pretending to be mature is so immature!
noobs=P

did i mention arsenal beat real madrid last night?
while i was doing lit essay?
till 3 in the morning?

did i mention i've had two hours of sleep since then?
ran my 2.4km run?
stayed in school till 4.30?

did i mention that the econs teacher's putting me in peer tutoring?
after which i went for econs tuition?
three hours, ending at 9.30?

did i mention that i am finally on my way to getting a silver napfa badge?
=)

arsenal lost last night against juventus
but, boy, am i still so proud of them!

you see, this is because they played an almost under-21 side against juventus
and the loss was only due to trezeguet's goal, which was off-side anyways, but was not justly ruled as such... (bloody linesman!)

but the kids that played for arsenal were great!
aaron ramsey is only 17
and Jack Wilshere is only bleedin' 16 years old!
fabregas, clichy, almunia all didn't play...
dennilson did, and he's only 20
and carlos vela's only 19!
even johan djourou's still only 21!

so of course i'd be super-duper proud of arsenal!
even though they appear to have little chance of retaining the Emirates Cup this year...
i still love 'em!

fina*

and yes, i am still wearing the arsenal jacket everywhere i go!

check out this janet jackson music vid, feedback
you don't need to watch the whole video; just from 2:16 to 3:20
cos the dance is wicked!
not just the moves, but the whole coordination thing by the dudes in black
and you know i have a thing for synchronization and stuff



also, another one of my favouritest singers to see dance is ciara
she just reminds me so much of michael jackson
the dancing, i mean, not the looks (thank god)

fina*

(weirdly enough, i find the dudes in black kinda hot...
i'm a weirdo! must be my horse-rat-monky peronality :x)