Of windchimes, melodious bells and... orange bowls
You know, just for memories' sake.

钟声悠扬弦歌讽诵
圣铎化雨泽被春风
发扬华夏优良传统
提倡女教美德坤成
发扬
发扬华夏优良传统
提倡女教美德坤成

德纯义坚校训是宗
学贯中西文化交融
圣尼各拉光芒万丈
吾国文化绵延无穷
尼各拉
圣尼各拉光芒万丈
吾国文化绵延无穷

Stuff that flicker around, cascade down, blare out on your speakers and those marquee-like things are just plain annoying and distracting.

Nothing interesting lately, hey ho.

Or rather, due to the limited capacity of my LTM, anything that was once remotely interesting is now lost in the vast network of neurons, synapses and transmitters.

A spanking not-so-new layout coming up, when I tire of The Sims 2.

Lemon Tea...
Strong willed and a bit feisty in temper you stand
out from other people! Creative but dangerous
you have few friends and those that have been
accepted into your small group are special and
unique just like yourself. Once your mind is
made up that's it and no one can change it. You
can think clearly and figure out just what to
do in a tense situation which is a rare gift.
You arent twisted by societies rules and
regulations and are rebel by nature!


What type of Tea are you? {-With Anime Pictures!-}
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I have come to realize that I should never have kids.
Seriously.
I think I have child-abuse tendencies. I'll end up slapping my kids when they get annoying or disobedient. Who knows what other horrifiying acts I may commit when in a rage of anger.

Like now. Ms Annoying is at her terror yelling night routine again. I have this urge to stuff her pillow into her face. Maybe she'll suffocate and die. GRRRRRR.

SEE I AM SUCH AN EVIL PERSON.

So. I should never have kids.

After months of inactivity, I went to wholivesnearyou.com for a brief visit.

Horror. I saw this sentence: "haha.. i'm 159cm.. and 47kg.. (kinda fat).. "

What is the world coming to? 47kg is NOT fat! Wahlao! Her BMI is only 18.6!!! 难道要瘦到皮包骨才甘愿吗?!?!?!?!

So what's thin then? 30kg? At this rate the word "thin" or "skinny" or "slim" will just disappear from the dictionary.

There's this whole thing about online communications like blogging or chatting that I don't really like.

Like how people can easily obtain facets of my life without even meeting me face to face. Like how people will know that I'm having exams now, what I did today, what happened on my birthday, that I dyed my hair purple, that I went for plastic surgery, blah blah. You can not even speak to me yet know what's happening to me. You can be an old old old acquaintance I've met somewhere and found this blog, and read it religiously, but yet it's not a two-way street (I know, because I'm guilty of voyeurism too). You might know me. You might not know me. But it just takes the whole human experience out of social relationships. In that case I should just be a cavewoman and communicate with the world through computers and wired networks.

And at the same time, can you geninuely say that you know me just by reading my senseless babbling? A blog, after all, is open to the whole world, and so the author must have consciously or unconsciously placed certain modes of decorum on his/herself.

I'm all for happy communal bonding and stuff with people I like but after a while... you know how it goes. Out of sight, out of mind.

So if I really wanted to be this mysterious person and shocking people with dramatic changes and not wanting people to find out more about what's happening to my boring life then I shouldn't be blogging right?
Wrong.

Maybe I should start writing in code. 42, 42. $2!nt, ;3?%;$$, we need new symbols!

This week is just c-r-a-w-l-i-n-g by. Gaaarrrrrhhhhh.
I really need a whack on my head. Just don't damage my hippocampus... I need it for memory encoding.
Want to know what it feels like to be alone and friendless in NUS? Just ask me.
FINALLY! 4 down, 1 more to go.

How ironical - with 5 more chapters to go, a very overworked brain, and not enough time:
(refering to the massed vs. spaced practice effect) "A practical implication of this effect should be obvious: When studying for exams, don't cram; space out your study sessions." (Nevid 2003: 235)
Hah, hah.

I was mightily amused when I read that last night.

I then proceeded to cram everything (ok, almost everything) into my puny brains and worked all the way till 6am before crashing.

Yesterday was mugger's nightmare from hell. TERROR. My hand almost dropped off.

Disciplined me sat at my desk from 2pm and crammed crammed crammed all the way till 6am, taking only short breaks for meals and a bath. Alas, it didn't pay off because of the massed vs. spaced practice effect, whatever the hell that is, and various other factors. But at least I tried!
I am very impressed with myself and my discipline! Woohoo! *pumps fist in air*

Popular ran out of my favourite highlighter colour.

Know what I need now? I need a Karaoke session.

2 down, 3 more to go, and I'm about to go crazy.

You Are the Peacemaker

9 You are emotionally stable and willing to find common ground with others. Your friends and family often look to you to be the mediator when there is conflict. You are easy going and accepting. You take things as they come. Avoding conflict at all costs, you're content when things are calm.

What number are you?

Geese From A Rose

I should be revising for ICM now since the exam is only 15 hours away but I just watched Singapore Idol and Olinda got kicked out. :( Boohoo.

Even though Ken Lim's comments were very out of point yesterday, he's right when he says all Sylvester has to do is to stand there and smile and the votes will come in.

Sylvester shouldn't win Singapore Idol. Actually I think he shouldn't be in the final 2. His performance last night was bad. And he totally massacred Music Of The Night. Come on! His vocals aren't that wonderful and he's not that good-looking either. OK maybe he's reeking with charisma and overflowing with the X-factor and that's what endears him to his fans but eeyer he hasn't made much progress at all! The only time his singing and performance was credible was when he sang Hound Dog which was like a couple of months ago. Grrrrrrrrr.

I used to be a Sylvester fan (used to be is the operative word) but when put together with other better singers he's like psychologist-wannabe is to Sigmund Freud. Composer-wannabe is to Mozart. Et cetra et cetra.

Vote using your ears!!!! Not because you swoon when you see him appearing on your TV screen! Or that he looks cool and suave, complete with the bad-boy rocker attitude! Arrrrrgggghhhhhh.

Here's what they say about O-blood type Scorpio ladies.

Personality: You are a bright and vivacious person but sometimes you go overboard that you hear the word "nagging." People think you are a reserved person but things are constantly brooding in your mind. That's why it's hard for anyone to figure you out.

Love Tendency: The person you'd like to share your lifetime with has to be one who will never even think about deceiving you in any way. Your stubbornness will succeed in the end because you will meet an honest man in the end.

Life: You'll experience some tough times during your younger years because your pride gets in the way. You are labeled as a self-centered person, which doesn't hinder you from having close trustworthy friends. Those might be the only ones you keep in your lifetime.

Ah-ha T-minus 1.5? and counting.

读书读书读书读书读书读书读书读书读书读书读书读书读书读书读书读书读书读书!!!

Liberation in a totally different way

Well, I'm back to being a short-haired lass. :D

读书读书读书读书读书读书读书读书读书读书读书读书读书读书读书读书读书读书读书读书!!!

T-minus 2 and counting.

Ah. I realized, upon closer scrutinization, that I need the barcode of the milk carton as well as the coupon.
Haha but the cut-out milk cartons are probably in some incinerator now, how to cut out the barcode?
All this just to participate in some stupid contest to win S.H.E. concert tickets. My little sister practically worships the ground they trample on.
Okay, I exaggerate. But only a little. :D

The Amazing Race 6 tomorrow at 10pm! :) :) :) :) :)

My disgusting irregular sleep routine is back!

You Are a Life Blogger!

Your blog is the story of your life - a living diary. If it happens, you blog it. And make it as entertaining as possible.

What kind of blogger are you?

Times when I feel like I need a baseball club by my side... especially when I haven't gotten an A since 2001.

Person: i got 2 A minus!!
斯贻 says: wah A minus still cry ah
Person: i tink got a girl got all c and ds
斯贻 says: it's damn good already lor
Person: no lor
Person: so sad
Person: bleah
斯贻 says: A MINUS!!!!!!!!
斯贻 says: it's an A!!!!
Person: bcos it's supposed to pull up my other subjs
斯贻 says: A!!! A!!!!! A!!!!!!!
Person: i basically got 2 A-, 1 A and 2 A+
斯贻 says: @____@
Person: i hope it'll be enuff to pull up my overall
Person: very worried
Person: darn
斯贻 says: okay.. hope u'll do well
斯贻 says: ALL As!!! ARE U MAD?!
Person: yah cos my ____ (insert subject) neva get higher than c before mah
Person: so i hope the grade for this mod can offset that
Person: my average is d- for _____bleah
斯贻 says: haha hao
斯贻 says: work hard! mug hard!
Person: yesh!!
Person: sob
Person: i need a cap of 3.8 to keep my scholarship
斯贻 says: that's a B+? or what?
Person: hope my gem and ss dont do too badly
Person: yes all muz average out to be b+
斯贻 says: heh ok
斯贻 says: goooood luck!
Person: aiyo the a-!! how??!!! need the a to pull up my gem!!
Person: sigh
斯贻 says: er... work harder?
Person: bleah
Person: lol

Yesternight Saint called to discuss about the dilemma of whether or not to go Hong Kong.
This has nothing to do with Hong Kong, but I want to go to Beijing in 2008 for the obvious.
So I need to come up with a plan to raise money for my plan.
Therefore I need a part-time job, pronto. (Ok, when my exams end.)
If I save $50 a month, I can save $600 a year. Multiply by 4 and I get $2400. Enough to go to Beijing? Plus expenses plus Olympic tickets? Hmmm.
Ok nevermind. 人是总要有梦想的.

读书读书读书读书读书读书读书读书读书读书读书读书读书读书读书读书读书读书读书读书读书读书读书读书读书读书读书读书读书读书读书读书读书读书读书读书读书读书读书读书读书读书读书读书读书读书读书读书读书读书读书读书读书读书读书读书读书读书读书读书读书读书读书读书读书读书读书读书读书读书读书读书!!!

说完了. 走了. 再见!

You are 67% Scorpio

How much do you match your zodiac sign?

At least I'm acting my age.


SWEET TEEN!!! Yes you are a teenager mmmm from 13
- 19 quite a little rebel haha just kidding...
You think as a teenager, you see everything
quite simple, soon you will realize it is not
that simple. In my opinion you look at things
in a very beautiful way. =)

What is you inner age?
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But my younger sis got 20s. Does it say something about our maturity levels? Heh ;)

I've got a big pimple somewhere and big boils that never ever seem to disappear. Ah. Maybe should go get the doctor to surgically remove them.

Recently I've been cleaning out my drawers/cupboards and throwing out all the unwanted/unused junk that I've been hoarding for years and years and oh the dust! Was sneezing my head off.

Anyway, the good thing about having a little sister is that all the junk you find from your Primary School days -- like Snoopy pencil boxes and Winne The Pooh wallets that you couldn't bear to use back then because they were in such a pristine condition (all of which are not exactly very applicable now), you can dump to your sister! In a way, it doesn't leave you (because the junk is still at home!) so you get to hold on to a little of the sentimental blah-blahness but it's not owned by you anymore! Just a mere transfer of ownership! Heh.

But of course some things cannot be seen by my little sister. Like my sticker collection. Mwhahahaha. She's crazy about stickers and I have no plans to let her find out about my stickers. But like the prissy, precocious, booty-shaking 6-year-old kid she is, she says when I "M", she'll take all my things away. Or when I die (CHOY touch wood) or move house she'll come into the picture and grab all my stuff.
"M" being marry lah. She keeps asking me whether I'll get married, that irritating little person. Grrrrrrr.

Ah, entering Primary 1 already! So fast ah. I'm not too sure if I like her as the irritating baby or as the irritating talks-back-to-you kid.
I think I prefer the irritating zygote. Hahaha.

Nights were filled with interesting Skype conversations with a twist! :)
But very busy for me and my fingers trying to juggle so many things at one go though. Heh.

If I'd known, I'd have attended today's Soci lecture instead of staying at home and listening to my mother's incessant nagging.

The worst is the know-it-all attitude when HELLO she doesn't know ANYTHING at all.

I prefer days when I stone in front of the computer and don't talk to anyone at home.

ARRRRRRRRGGGGGHHHHHH damn pissed off.

In my excitement over my Ian Thorpe puzzle, I forgot to mention about Saturday.
So on Saturday, Ms Koh, Ms Ng and I went to celebrate the big one-nine by going to Pasir Ris park so that Ms Koh could learn how to cycle. Unfortunately it was more of a celebration for the mosquitoes there as they feasted on our blood. Garh.
Then we feasted on Chilli Crabs and other assorted dishes. Yum. Wonderful end to a wonderful day.

12 more days to exams and I haven't started on anything! Woohoo!

Nice weather to sleep now. And... nothing to blog about liao. Bye.

Is this cool or what?


An artistic cello-playing figure.

But hello! What can be cooler than this:



(Last night)


(This afternoon @ 2pm plus)


(@ 5.30pm)


Putting the final puzzle piece...

TADA!!!



But now I'm feeling !@#$%^&*~! itchy. Arrrrggghhhh. Damn those mosquitoes yesterday.

Don't you think that Time is a rather scary concept?
Was browsing through the past few months archives and it was like, Wow I actually wrote all that?
And certain events are ever-so-freshly encoded but... it's already November.

Then I decided to delve further into my deep, dark past and read some 2002 ones and it's odd to be reading about something that you know once happened to you but at the same time, doesn't seem like part of you anymore. Sounded so much more juvenille then. Full of frivolities, lahs and lors. Definitely more light-hearted and carefree. And happy (-ier?).
Now there's like an unspoken weight behind every post.

I hardly know myself anymore. Sadly.

Increasingly, I find that I just stare blankly at this box, not knowing what to say.
So I'm resorting to posting lyrics up. Haha, very original, I know.

You say you wander your own land
But when I think about it
I don't see how you can
You're aching, you're breaking
And I can see the pain in your eyes
Says everybody's changing
And I don't know why

So little time
Try to understand that I'm
Trying to make a move to stay in the game
I try to stay awake and remember my name
But everybody's changing
And I don't feel the same

You're gone from here
And soon you will disappear
Cause everybody's changing
And I don't feel right

So little time
Try to understand that I'm
Trying to make a move to stay in the game
I try to stay awake and remember my name
But everybody's changing
And I don't feel the same - Keane, Everybody's Changing.

Got bitten by lots of mosquitoes today. Bah. Itching like crazy.

You are Film.
You are the youngest of the art forms and you have
a lot to prove. A blend of Photography and
Drama, it's difficult to see you as a unique
individual.


What form of art are you?
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My little sister told me something very interesting last night, but I couldn't blog about it coz something was wrong with Blogger.

Her: 大姐, 我的脸有长 pimple leh. (flips up her fringe and shows me her bare forehead)
Me: (looking at her blemish-free face) So?
Her: I lurrrrrrrve pimples. (bounces away)
Me: ....... O______O"

I'm recording this down so that when she becomes a hormonally charged pubescent teen, I can laugh at her. Hahaha. -evil snicker-

It keeps raining nowadays.

How often does it happen such that your Chinese birthday according to the good old lunar calendar and your erm, normal calendar birthday falls on the same day?
The first time in 19 years!
Woo.

Feasted on a normal 8/9?-course wedding dinner, fishhead steamboat + assorted various other yummy dishes, eating countless numbers of plates of sushi, a bowl of mee sua and of course the very nice birthday cake over the weekend and plus plus.

The concept of birthdays just decreases in importance over the years. Or alternatively you could say that there is diminishing enchantment in our lives.

Next year the cake will look sparse with only two fat candles.

Just a quick blog before the day's over.

HELLO! Hahaha :)