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2004-08-20T22:42:00.000+08:00

like... WHOA.

anyway, haven't updated this space for a lonnnnng time!

actually, most of posts will be directed towards my lj, which is here.

yup, so go there and make yourself comfortable! chiao!

2004-04-05T22:30:00.000+08:00

the fact is that i post more on my lj than my blog now. poor little blog. maybe its a temporary fettish and i'll get over it one day! yes yes yes!

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bw was fun. rather self-esteem grinding. i cannot drop my jaw, let alone sing. and i pitched terribly with a falsetto [is that how you spell it?] voice. how embarrassing. and we did this whole big tableaux [?], where we were supposed to create a character and show a series of pictures to show the character's emotions etc.

i was the drunk father who beats up his daughter [main character]. i balance a bottle in my left hand, and point rather drunkedly at Fo with my right hand, screaming words such as "OI! COME BACK HERE! I'M GONNA BASH YOU UP!" and fo will scream and shudder and say things like "oh woe why does my father keep on beating me." and britt went "i can only drown my sorrows in this cello!" and zhi hui said "why can't i do this assignment?!" and sarah lek says, slowly, empathetically, " I .... must .... run ...."

jaffar [?] called me, amanda utami, britt, jason, jaime and Fo. told us that we were going to become "principal singers".

1. i was freaked. principal singers??
2. I can sing???
3. what???
4. immediate reaction = NO. HE'S LYING.
5. ask jaffar.
6. jaffar said that he's not lying and yes he thinks my voice can take it.
7. i stare at him. 0.o"
8. jason starts silently screaming and mouthing the words "but you want to be stage manager" to me. i think she's trying to get me to not be one of the singers. i dunno why. probably so she has less competition.
9. i told jaffar that i wanted to do backstage.
10. he said that since i was so adamant about it, he could do nothing but release me.
11. i thought about it. i asked claire. i asked xinyi. i asked qian.
12. they all think that i should go for it.
13. what should i do? i don't mind doing either. and i have a sort of emotional connection with being upstage and backstage. but i told jaffar that i don't want to sing already. can i go back to tell him that i want to sing?
14. can i sing? i doubt it.

so i need everybody's nice nice help to help me make a nice nice decision. should i do upstage or backstage. please be reminded that if i do upstage its not certain that i'll get a huge huge role. and if i do backstage i wanna be stage manager. i won't settle for anything less. how? which one do you think suits me best?

and don't give me that "whatever you want". i've heard it enough, and i'm really confused.

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Science and chinese test tomorrow. hm.

SRM is funkay. somehow, theres alot to study, but it seems like very little. anyway.

Chinese is ok lah. i've been studying it for 8-odd years. shouldn't be any different no, right?

Science!

- Heredity
- Puberty
- Anatomy
- Menstrual Cycle
- Fertilistion & development
- Contraception
- Facilitated reproduction
- STDs

2004-04-04T20:07:00.000+08:00

What will your Funeral be like? by rashock
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Death Date:	June 28, 2072
Number attending your funeral?	105
How much will you leave to friends and family?	$3,749,884

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2004-04-04T13:52:00.000+08:00

i just ate alot of chocolate. and drank a cup of coke. i feel [and am]fat. i have a great urge to go downstairs to play badminton but NO ONE WILL PLAY WITH ME. i don't care. chris, whenever you read this, and if you are free, you are to walk the measly 100 meters, knock on my door, and play badminton with me. even if its like, 2 in the morning. as long as there's badminton to be played, there will always be an enthu and ready-to-go mandy, badminton racket in hand.

i'm supposed to be workinggg. like, history source-based? then i can go study! and i forgot, i have IRS to do too. sigh.

BUT ALL I WANNA DO IS GO PLAY BADMINTON!

the chocolate in the box all melted, and then it got solid again. so there's this whole mess of chocolate in the box. i have to use a butter knife to chisel the chocolate. but its sort of cool, chisel-ing the chocolate with a butter knife. yum.

one day, i want to go for a picnic in an absolutely no-body-around place. then we can have a nice red checkered picnic mat [like those on tv] and a rattan picnic basket [like those on tv]. when you open the lid, you see nice chocolate cakes and little triangle sandwiches and bottles of lemonade [like those on tv]. and you'll probably be sitting under a nice, big, leafy tree[like those on tv]. and you'll eat with some random very cute man with blonde hair. you'll both be clothed in Country Road. everything you have, including the red checkered picnicmat,will be from country road! and the guy will have a country road sweater draped over his shoulders (but not tied, just hanging loose). the sweater would probably be light blue. and he'llbe wearing a polo shirt with khaki pants. the sweater is just an extra accessory because since its so BLARDIE HOT you wouldn't be needing a sweater but since sweaters make people look good, thats what its there for.

oh, the futile imagination of me.

sometimes i blog on my lj but i forget to copy-and-paste here, so whoever's reading this,maybe you should head over to lj to check it out now and then.

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comment on something chris said, once, a VERY LONG TIME AGO.

i'll call you asshole if you want and you can call me asshole back. but that would be rude and forced. i guess what you said was correct, and still is. i think i feel much much more in secondary school. i place more importance on relationships, friendships, emotions. and i think i've become quite the sensitive. its very different from primary school. emotions are very deep now. AND THERENOTHINGYOUCANDOABOUTIT. its all part of scondary school life! but how would i know since you come from ikan bilis primary school and i come from fried rice primary school.

WHATEVALORX.

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i'm going mad, trying to cheemify things[*flash flash* new word! new word!].

2004-04-04T13:36:00.000+08:00

No Such Thing

"Welcome to the real world", she said to me
Condescendingly
Take a seat
Take your life
Plot it out in black and white
Well I never lived the dreams of the prom kings
And the drama queens
I'd like to think the best of me
Is still hiding
Up my sleeve

They love to tell you
Stay inside the lines
But something's better
On the other side

I wanna run through the halls of my high school
I wanna scream at the
Top of my lungs
I just found out there's no such thing as the real world
Just a lie you've got to rise above

So the good boys and girls take the so called right track
Faded white hats
Grabbing credits
Maybe transfers
They read all the books but they can't find the answers
And all of our parents
They're getting older
I wonder if they've wished for anything better
While in their memories
Tiny tragedies

They love to tell you
Stay inside the lines
But something's better
On the other side

I wanna run through the halls of my high school
I wanna scream at the
Top of my lungs
I just found out there's no such thing as the real world
Just a lie you got to rise above

I am invincible(3x)
As long as I'm alive

I wanna run through the halls of my high school
I wanna scream at the
Top of my lungs
I just found out there's no such thing as the real world
Just a lie you've got to rise above

I just can't wait for my 10 year reunion
I'm gonna bust down the double doors
And when I stand on these tables before you
You will know what all this time was for

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CC camp was fun... except for my great disability in handling string, paper, scissors and anything that has to do with handiwork. i realised that i have absolutely no talent in the use-your-hands sort of craft, because i always end up mucking it up. and i'll muck it up, thinking that i did the right thing, then i'll continue mucking it up until someone gently tells me that "You did it wrongly." Gently is the word, because if they said it any louder i think i'd burst into tears or something due to my failure to be able to make-something.

Chinese Knots are fun! only they really really really look really really really chinese. and like chris's mom said "very striking". it took me agesss to do the first know, because i was generally too impatient and just pulled at the string. but the second one was better. and nicer.

the talks! Oooo...... Yes 933 dj! i love her so much. she's so cool. every morning, when i get into the car, i'll turn on the radio and she's there and she'll tell me the time, and how the traffic is, and what songs they are going to play. she's so cool! and the newscaster person. dong suhua. she's cool. i could hve never guessed that she was from Nanyang [really, considering our chinese].

Paper cutting was fun. only my lack of creativity ended up in less-than-perfect paper cuttings that looked anything but nice and chinese-y.

games were ok. i revisited alot of cheng yu's that i had forgotten. and i think our class needs to be much more focused, like during the charades. i mean, i know its a game and all, but be more focused lah. then at least cammie would have gotten a vauge idea of what was going on. and that stupid teacher(s) wouldn't be laughing at us.

some VS pple came to look at us. they were very extra. but jason and bon ended up being their friends! how sweet.

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math tuition. first lesson. AND I'M LOVIN' IT.

i just found out that math isn't all that hard after all. you just need to concentrate and concentrate and concentrate. and look out for common factors before going on to the (a-b)(a+b) / trial and error thing. and to change signs, you have to add a minus sign! most of it was taught by Mr Teo before, only i guess i work better in a smaller group. and it was freezing cold in the room. my nose was dripping. almost.

i think i like math tuition so much that i'm going to do my math tuition homework now, even though its due like, next saturday. then i'll go on the do history source-based. then science file, study science, study chinese tingxie, study chinese!

i'll list it anyway.

things to be done!

math tuition homework
history source-based
science file
study science
study chinese tingxie
study chinese
abortion assignment
print overdue ERP and CRP.
managable. in a day. i'll do history while watching tv.

2004-04-02T20:49:00.000+08:00

one day, i'm sure it would be hard to let go. let go of all that i have here and go somewhere else, where i have nothing. but there, everything can happen. thats why i want to go. its an experience. many people are asking me "why do you have to go? why are you going?" and the best answer i can give is that i want to go. because i really really want to go. i know that i may come to regret it one day, that i'll hate myself for leaving behind all the relationships, the education, the friends, my family, to go to a place which i hardly know. I know that once i leave, i may never come back. i know that the people i leave behind might forget me, might detest me, might cry for me. i know that by going, i'm taking a really big risk. i'm putting my emotions, my future, my family on the line. but if i make it, everything will be good. thats why i'm going. because i want to make it. and hopefully i will.
lets get on to that "making-it" thing when i actually "make-it".
but if i go, if i really go, on that day, i don't want anyone to be at the airport sending me off. only my family, but no one else. because i'm afraid that i might change my mind if anyone else were there. if i go, don't be sad. don't be angry. be happy that i've finally gone away and you can at last have a great normal life without this freakish thing looming around you. be happy for me. and please don't cry. because i'll cry too and its not pretty. not pretty at all.
there's alot here that i don't want to let go of. someday, eventually, i will. and when that day comes, i'll take along the memories with me. i have a good memory so don't worry.

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changed seating arrangement today... quite nice and funkAy. i like it :> it brings me nearer to the middle of the board where i can actually see straight. and then i can talk and the teachers can hear me *at last * ! and chris is sitting here and xian is sitting there and yinkee is suitable height. so i'm happy for now.

i realise that whenever i play badminton, i will always end up letting another person play. so i don't get to play after all. i'm not excatly disturbed by this. i want to play, yeah, but it won't be nice to go up to a person and ask her to let me play what. whatmore she's having a nice little time playing badminton. let them play lah. let them be happy. not like i'm not happy! i like watching. watching is nice, because you get to guess who will lose it. and i always guess wrong. and you get to go "whoa" when you see a good move or something. and i'm not good in badminton anyway, no use playing lah.

i think whenever i talk to mr teo, i always give him this look, and it makes him not want to talk to me anymore. its sort of weird, because i don't try to be rude or anything, but i guess its something that i radiate. then mr teo will go all wonky and not talk to me at all. i don't mind that.

theatre was great fun. great pain for my muscles. ow. half of it made me wince in pain. especially that dog pose or something. it almost broke my back ok...

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homework list!
Math Algebra
History Source-based
Abortion Assignment
English Worksheet
TKAM- PBQ [which i have not recieved]
Science File
Study Chinese
Study Science

things which i have to attend
chinese culture camp
math tuition after that
going out with the other constituents of the salad on sunday.

2004-04-01T21:59:00.000+08:00

there is rubbish on the floor. There is rubbish onthe computer tables.
there is a very smelly PE shrit left on the computer table.
I can't smell anything - I've got a blocked nose.
I just heard the bell. Usually i hear alot of people talking but now I only hear Mr Cheong talking. He talks so slowly like thissssss......
i hear Camilia sighing.
I touch this piece of paper. Its papery and has a paper-like texture. I also touch the table. Its generally made of plastic so there.
I am holding a pen in my hand. I would tell you the story behind the pen, only that now we're supposed to write a DESCRIPTIVE essay, not a narrative.
But someday I'll tell you. Perhaps when we get to do narratives or something.
Oh no. This is becoming all narrative-like. Lets get back to the DESCRIPTIVE essay.
I hear the Tim and Moby video playing in 211 / 213.
But i can' t taste anything. Air is tasteless, I suppose. Maybe it has a sort of tasteless taste but that would mean that I'm eating air.
If air was tasteless how would you know if you were eating air or not?
What if you never stop? Does air have calories?
I think I'm fat. Because I eat too much air.

above is a sample of a descriptive essay, done by Amanda Tan on the 1st of April. It clearly displays her literary skills and grasp of language, with ample descriptions of her classroom. Must note that she was in a very disorientated mood, and was currently not in the mood of writing a descriptive essay of her classroom. She was instead being bimbotic and decided to inject her own thoughts, Bridget Jones style.

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i saw a very disturbing video today, making me feel disturbed. so i started snapping at people. i'm sorry to all those i snapped at today. ABORTION IS SO WRONG YOU FREAKS STOP DOING IT.

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to be done by today or die horrible hellish death tomorrow:

crp
haww parr villaa
geog save the earth essay

i have given up on my:

math
history

2004-03-31T21:09:00.000+08:00

today i had a wonderful day with my wonderful friends. sometimes i think that my friends are just so wonderful, that one day they'll over-wonderful me, thus overtaking me, and becoming the most wonderful-ous friends in the world. then, everyone would want to be friends with these wonderful friends, and they'll shun me, this wonderful-but-not-that-wonderful girl. when that happens, i think i'll go find myself some new friends. they might not be as wonderful as those extra-wonderful friends, but at least we're on par. then we can be wonderful in each other's eyes.

2004-03-30T19:26:00.000+08:00

the notorious, blackmail-able walk walk video has finally landed in my hands! wahahah.

6 minutes and 3 seconds of joyful, happy, funny walkathon. starts off with us at school, waiting for bus... progresses to actual walking, and finally, the end! woo hoo!

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cheong didn't come today. again. i am seriously suspecting that he really got the inflammation of scalp and hair follicles due to excessive use [leading to abuse] of hair gel. his hair has all fallen out and he will only return to school when his hair has grown back to a gel-able length. be-a-utiful. then, we can all drape scarfs over our heads like the one that girl in the pantene hair-loss advert did, and pretend to be afraid that our hair will drop out. talking about it, cheong could really use that pantene volume control shampoo thing. i have noticed that recently his hair has exploded to volumonous proportions. with volumcecontrol hair shampoo and conditioner, his hair's volume will, obviously,be controlled!

i remember last year for the eoys we did a cloze passage about wigs. wigs in the past were used to conceal baldness. some people also used it as a attractor and *ahemmmm* sex toy or something like that. i wonder if they sell tailored wigs. like those that are built on one person basis? then if mr cheong's hair [like i said] really falls all out, he can get his Specially Built For Mr Cheong wig that will look excatly like his present [or previous] hair. the one with the duck bill. the wet look. then he can come to school tomorrow without the risk of embarrassing himself, right?

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theatre. did some stuff with extra-animated james tan, who is very good at probing and prompting questions to make us Familiar With The Text. Mr Tang, i don't know why, suddenly dragged his chair to sit next to me during the discussion 0.o
and he suddenly prodded me in the arm. he told me to go answer james tan's question. yar, so the girl felt betrayed lah. Mr Tang is so weird man. and he likes to diss TCHS pple.

tomorrow i have drama class with tang. hope i will stay as invisible and un-noticable as usual.

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chris, i have a set of questions for you, which tests your How Well Do You Know Me. like we did this afternoon. and please, try not to take tt long to answer.

1) name 3 characteristics in people that Make Me Tick.
2) name the 3 teachers that i Don't Like Very Much.
3) name the 3 subjects that i Don't Like Very Much.
4) name 3 theatre club seniors of mine!
5) what is/are my favourite colour[s] and why?

so think about it. and you can set Your Own Questions too.

2004-03-29T22:10:00.000+08:00

lj's open. go look for it yourself.

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i'm in a great financial crisis. i owe lingxiu $5, qian $2, claire $2 and zhihui $9. oh noooo. and the class fund which is to be paid on the 5th of April. shall ask mom for allowance soon, but not too soon, judging from the $50 that i splurged in just a week.

throat is painful. sore. fever. oww.

i showed chris and xianny off today! but they were being funkAy and stupid and weird. wahaha. bwahaha.

theatre tomolo. yay.
theatre tomolo yay.
theate tomolo. yay.

2004-03-28T20:51:00.000+08:00

arsenal! arsenal! arsenal! arsenal! arsenal!
yar. football fever with the very ignorant mandy means just shouting for whatever team her dad shouts for.
my dad is supporting arsenal so i'm supporting arsenal too guess what arsenal rocks man!!!!
29 matches unbeaten ok!
29!
plus tonights it will be 30!
woohoo.
i'm going to stay up till 12 to watch. i'll tape the rest.
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dich you know that ian thorpe can't participate in the olympics?
false start.
but hopefully only one event lah.
because he's australian.
aussie aussie aussie go go go!

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so this post is full of sporting events, most of which i hardly know of anyway.
i'll just be screaming lah.
with my sore throat. oh no.

2004-03-28T18:24:00.000+08:00

i'm not supposed to be here! i'm supposed to be doing my 2 hours of math, abstaining from the net and tv.
until my parents come back from the supermarket, that is.

vote for fo, eve, nezz, shuey's macarena dance! click vote [or something] and "top ten"!!!

my thorat is sore, but no fever. YET. hope i'll get one, so no need to face Ms Ong for IRS tomorrow. And i'm in terrible need of a rest. i haven't excatly paid off my sleep debt yet, you know. anyway, if i make it till tomorrow, i shall go to school extra extra extra early to experience what its like to go to school extra extra early. maybe i can take chris and xian to tour the second floor of the classroom block (: then i shall decide to come extra extra extra early everyday because being extra extra extra early is much better than being a little late.

I just realised that chris and xian are my sources of comfort. how sweeeeeet. gimme a hug, everyone!
hug partner. like sex partners. only not sexual.

oh man did i just say that. NOOOO. that means i'm turning all sort of perv-y and hormonely-overcharged!

i'm positive that this weekend has been crap. for once, there was minimal homework. but alot of activities. like walkathon. and CHC. then the big hoo-hah at home. and i'm getting sick. i don't wanna go to school because i'll cough out phelgm [?] and gross everyone out. tt's not good. not good. since i'm trying to prove to my parents that i'm not anti-social and that i actually have friends other than chris.

i think i've actually learned the "greased lightning" dance. yinkee says she has. so have i! through days and days of peering-over-the-balcony and memorising-very-hard, i have finally memories about 1/5 of the dance. shall turn to yink to teach me the rest.

progress report, since everyone was talking about it, is not very goot.
english= cheong says i'm easily distracted [xianny, i insist that it's your fault not mine. why do you have to keep slapping me??]
lit= chan says that i'm sorta good but i can improve. means that i suck but he's putting the good thing first so that it can boost my ego before he grinds it under his heel.
chinese= laoshi gave me one B. ONE B!!!???!!!??? whyyyyyyy. she says i have to read more books. i shall do excatly that.
science= chee says i can improve through consistent effort or something. wdv. she put the same for everyone.
math = NIL [means that i'm beyond hope already.]
history= NIL [means that she has nothing to say about me. see above.]
geog= need mroe hard work. duh.

whatelse? nothing more.

2004-03-27T19:11:00.000+08:00

the only reason for this is becuase i'm hungry.

assortment of wafers and pastry cookies :p

anyways, shimin, gimme your email add ok. i've known you for how long already and i dun even have you on my msn contact list. aww... or you can add me! alpheus_17@hotmail.com. okie

i was talking to xian, as we get alot of free time after chc. the thing is now we just have to lead one tour then we can go home. so i was talking to xian [who does tour with me]. although lettuce has a very large bimbo-fying effect on tomato, i feel that i can tell her alot. thats probably because she's the first person i've seen today after walkathon, so i started telling her everything. lettuce misses her alan. poor xianny. and i told her about obnoxious j low, and she came up with a theory on why he was like... you know. nah. he hates me lah. anyone can see that. xianny is very refreshing and nice to be with. she has this habit of slapping people. she told me to laugh when i slap her. because i have to improve on how-to-be-a-friend and to-be-a-friend, i have to laugh stuff off. so when she hits me, i laugh.

1-2-3... HA - HA - HA.

my sore throat is getting worse after belting out cheers and songs for the whole stretch of the walk walk.

the sims cd is sitting there and its tempting. but i shall not. because my eyes are bad enough already.

2004-03-27T14:03:00.000+08:00

i'm a bimbo! *clap clap*
i'm a bimbo! *clap clap*
i'm a B-I- - -
er.....

I'M A BIMBO!!!!!

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walkathon was fun.
i said that it was mildly fun.
evelyn said that it was loads of fun.
after thought, it was a load of fun.

arrived in school at 6:30 to do geog project. my mom made me wait outside the car until chris appeared, so i waited for about 5 minutes and she resurfaced from dunno-where. so then my mom, glad to leave me in school, said bye and sped off into the morning/night.

we were sitting outside the audi. doing nothing. just sitting. and eating my bak gua bread. and banana. and talking about random things like my new friend edward. then xianny came then qian came then we started doing geog but we didn't really finish it in the end lah.

then line up go to GEB. during the bus ride, me, chris, xianny, rachey, yink, xiu and others were learning and screaming out cheers.

1) bimbo cheer
2) i love you, you love me [normal edition]
3) i love you, you love me [les edition]
4) the "like duh, for sure" cheer that i think doesn't have a name.
5) titaniccccc
6) bumblebee

haha. when we got there we went to the field. and while we were walking in we sang the les edition of i love you you love me while holding hands and it was hilarious.

i love you, you love me
ho - mo - sex - uality
people think that we're just friends
acutally we're les-bi-ans!!!

i hope people realised it was a joke. because it was.

anyway, line up. we got neWater, smint :P.

then, rachey suddenly went "OMG!!! j low, j low!!!!"
and i whipped my head around but he was gone.
but then i went to chris and shouted "OMG OMG J LOW j low!!!!" she was ignoring me so i pulled her shirt and shouted it again "jonnyyy!!!! oi!" then she got the message and ran to the direction of her *cough* friend.
i couldn't see where she was so i went to say hello to bern sam nic and we were talking about my hair when i decided to go back into my line. while i was talking to xianny, suddenly i heard somebody go: "You owe me $1."

the voice was sort of outstanding because i don't excactly hear deep, low voices all the time. so i turned around and i was met by a "you owe me $1 hurry up hurry up." so i searched in my bag for my wallet, which took a longgg time. while i was doing this, chris went up to hug jonny [if you haven't realised, he was the loanshark asking me for money.]. jonny jumped back and did a sort of "whoa" thing. bon has it all down on her digi cam so i shall look forward to reliving these moments when she sents me the clip. but i found my wallet after a while, took out $1, gave it to him.

then he went away. maybe he said thanks but i don't remember. and after that i got angry. i told chris that i was swearing off guys and turning les. but as i don't stay angry for too long, before we even left GEB, i was not angry anymore. i was actually sort of bowled over by everything. the whole he-asked-me-for-the-money-i-gave-it-to-him thing. but then, of course, i got caught up in singing bimbo songs and walking up one tree hill that before i knew it, we were in youth park already. and i'm not les.

so that was the walkathon part. where alot of fun, sweating, cheering, sore-throatedness and tiredness kicked in. after the walkathon i went out with bern sam nic where we ate many-a-random food and went to see the busking. NY's item was very nice. i think it was the best out of all the schools, but as usual, my opinion lah.

now i have to get ready to go to chc. where alot of fun will take place again, and when i come home and switch on my comp hopefully chris will be online so i can discuss walkathon topics with her like how we should have faced this walkathon more positively right???? yeah.

2004-03-26T21:30:00.000+08:00

walkathon tomorrow.
how exciting!
i will tramp around in my white pristine skirt. i will track my shoes through the dirt. i will purposely step into puddles of water and splash around. i will run around and around and it will be fun, yeah?

look on the bright side of lifeeeeee....

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theatre is so fun man!
our juniors are corrupting us. we taught them the titanic song and the bumblebee song so they're telling us stupid sick and insulting jokes.

such as:

There were 3 men. they were caught by some pirates. the pirate chief wanted to kill them then use their skin to make boats. he let them decide what way they wanted to die, but they had to kill themselves on the spot so he could skin them on the spot.

the first guy asked for a gun. he shot himself in the head. but the priate chief said: "haha. no use. i can still use the rest of your skin to make my boat!"

the second guy asked for a knife. he stabed himself in the heart. but the pirate chief said: "haha. no use. i can still use the rest of your skin to make my boat!"

then the third guy went and asked for a fork. he used the fork to poke holes all around his skin. before he delivered the last and fatal blow of the fork, he said "haha. i hope your boat sinks."

funny? no? got another one about a guy called edward or something but it needs hand demonstrations!

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Xian's lettuce.
I'm Tomato.
Chris's Cucumber.

together, we make SALAD!!!

chris is embarressed by me and xian and honestly, i think she has the right to be. we are totally embarressing her in front of her seniors. i'm sorry chris. and we make he disappointed in us during pe because we can't run fast enough to transfer shuttlecocks from one box to the other. we're sorry chris. really!!!!

today, shi min said something really weird. everyone was asking about the "tomato" i had written on my arm. and i said "i'm tomato and my other friends are cucumber and lettuce."

and then she went "chris and xianny right?"

OMG. i was shocked like anything. how did she know arh, how did she know?

it turns out she found out from my blog, which happens to be not that unknown after all. she also said that when she first saw the name Chris, she thought i was referring to a guy.

now she wants to know what chris and xian look like, because i talk about them so much. i told her not to expect drop-dead gorgeous people. I told her to expect weird but funkAy people like me! and i told her that whatever she said, she should not call our dear cool-cucumber short, because she's not the tallest person either.

chris, you are in demand. xianny, so are you. i shall go around and show you off to my theatre-peeps.

2004-03-25T22:21:00.000+08:00

seating arrangement.
I'm not very discontented, but I could be much more happier sitting somewhere else. I've been banished to the back of the class 3 out of 4 terms last year. Now i'm being forced to locate my butt at the back of the classroom again. really, i can point out alot of people who would like to sit where i was. like cheryl. and really, i wouldn't mind one single teeny weeny bit to sit where cheryl is sitting. although i know that yinkee and chris will mind, since i'll probably block their vision.

sitting at the back makes me bored very easily, especially since I can't talk to Cam much. When ever she opens her mouth, its probably about her boyfriend, or she's asking me about Chris's *cough* boyfriend. this makes me bored and listless, and thus i don't pay attention, and turn to doing things like writing letters to people. It also doesn't help that it takes forever for me to get a teacher's attention, especially mr cheong's. i actually have to shout around 5 times "Mr Cheong. Mr Cheong. " And in the end i just give up with a loud "why doesn't anyone listen to me here? i know i'm very much away from human civilisation, but still!" then mr cheong will whip around and say "yes, amanda?" in this sickening sweet voice that generally makes me not want to speak anymore.
whatmore, i can't help but feel envious of second row girls. there is where all the action takes place. xinyi, chris, yinkee, xianny, rachel, eug. they all got it good man. all got it good. esp chris. really chris. i'll pay you $5 if you can convince Mr Cheong to let me sit at your place. you can go relocate to my ulu table. you'll like it there very much, especially with Cam there. You can boyfriend-talk the whole day! Good idea yeah? YEAH!

And so those 3 people there really get on my nerves. I can't help looking at them because my eyes have to rest on the trio if i even attempt to face the board. And what they do really irritates me. Its very bustling down there at the second row, i tell you. marker-on-skin, more marker-on-skin, more marker-on-skin, and basically alot of noize. luckily xinyi knows what she's up against. or i hope so. they write all sort of weird stuff on each other, mimicking xianny, me and chris's past glory! marker-on-skin is only restricted to 4 people, that is me, xian,chris and rach. hmph. i demand the rights to marker-on-skin activities.

yar lah. i'm bitter. very bitter. why do they get all the fun while i'm stuck with a girl with a boyfriend and a potentially interesting friend who is just located too far away? someone tell me. how bad can my luck get.

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walkathon. contingents. please lor. what are there people thinking? why do we even have to cut across so much private property? we can happily follow grange road then change to orchard road what. Now we have to climb some one tree hill, trek across some bunch of expat's flowerbeds, and sweat it out under the scorching sun in school skits.

i tell you, NY teachers are a bit kooky up there. school skirt? excuse me lorx. its supposed to be a walkathon?? i mean, we have to walk for over 4 km? and we aren't even given the right of wearing comfortable walking clothes. we have to straggle around in school skirts. how embarressing. we'll be like the laughing stocks of the gep. pls lor. spare some thought for us lah. i know the sec 4s have like, funny shorts, but i don't see whats so bad about those, since they are even allowed in school in the first place, why not outside?

and there was a majority in votes for school shorts. and they just ignored it like that. what is the purpose of making us raise up our hands to vote huh? to let the minority win? this is irony blatantly staring in your face. you just brushed off our votes and suggestions. please lor.

i hope it rains. because i really won't mind staying in the GEB hall. because the walkathon means nothing to me anymore. and i would actually like to see what sort of activities they have there planned for us. and who knows, we might even be able to socialize. oh the joy!

and i hope they let us strip off our skirts in the hall. because i'm definitely gonna wear shorts under it.

2004-03-25T20:58:00.000+08:00

so i guess this is it.
shuey's going. it marks the departure of a few major characters in my life, in Nanyang.

Mr Tang is going to dunno-where. i think he wants to go to VJC? anyway, we're being stuck with a Mr James Tan now, who, by Ming's standard, looks terribly horrendous and vomit-inducing. Mr Tang says that we have to respect him, because James Tan did something that Mr Tang had been wanting to do for years - stage a play in a swimming pool. Acutally, the dream for TCN [as so said by Mr Tang] is to stage Romeo and Juliet in the quadrangle. The second floor staff room balcony thing [where they hung the clean toilets campaign thing] will be Juliet's balcony, and the podium can be Romeo's family's turf. And in the middle, will be the town square in which they meet.

The audience will sit on the second floor and first floor corridors. Romeo people will be wearing black suits.

OR

stage something near the ecopond. in the night, with the lights shining, the reflection of the water can be reflected onto the classroom block wall. The whole black box will be on the 212 balcony, where you can control the sound and lights etc.

I would want to do that. I would want to do romeo and juliet in the quadrangle.
but i guess...

>

now i know why so many people like chris. because she's versatile.

she can do math.
she can do science.
she can run like i-dunno-what.
she can throw a ball very far very fast too.
she can catch.
she can bat [i hope]
she can play minesweeper and win. all the time.
she can play monopoly and beat me hands down.
she can hug like a juicer
she can be all mad
she can be all serious
she can be really friendly
she can be really cold and distant
she can really pms

thats why so many people like her ;)

but don't worry. i'm partially versatile too.

i can do chinese :>
i can do history
i *maybe* can do geog
i *not really* can do english
i can do lighting designs
i can do backstage
i can do onstage
i can do my own makeup
i can do my own hair [depends lah]
i can play, uh, the piano [?]
i can play scissors paper stone and win most of the time

but other than that, not much i can do eh?

>

i need to do

1) history drama script
2) lit letter

shall finish. i must i must.

2004-03-22T18:29:00.000+08:00

JOHN MAYER - Daughters

Album: Heavier Things (2003)

I know a girl.
She puts the color inside of my world.
She's just like a maze,
Where all of the walls all continually change.

I've done all I can
To stand on the steps with my heart in my hand,
But I'm starting to think
Maybe it's got nothing to do with me.

Fathers be good to your daughters;
Daughters will love like you do, yeah.
Girls become lovers who turn into mothers,
So mothers be good to your daughters, too.

Oh, you see that skin;
It's the same she's been standing in
Since the day you two met.
I bet I was on your mind
Never never anytime.

Fathers be good to your daughters;
Daughters will love like you do, yeah.
Girls become lovers who turn into mothers,
So mothers be good to your daughters, too.

Boys you can break,
You find out how much they can take.
Boys will be strong, and boys soldier on,
But boys would be gone without warmth
From a woman's good, good heart

On behalf of every man, looking out for every girl,
You are the god, and the weight of her world.
On behalf of every man whose looking out for every girl,
You are the god, and the weight of her world.

Fathers be good to your daughters,
Daughters will love like you do, yeah.
Girls become lovers who turn into mothers,
So mothers be good to your daughters, too.

>

john mayer rocks man!

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homework list:

crp
lit letter
history script

not too much. rather handable. yay.

2004-03-21T18:06:00.000+08:00

all by myself

When I was young
I never needed anyone
And making love was just for fun
Those days are gone

Living alone
I think of all the friends I’ve known
But when I dial the telephone
Nobody’s home

All by myself
Don’t wanna be, all by myself anymore
All by myself
Don’t wanna live, all by myself anymore

Hard to be sure
Some times I feel so insecure
And love so distant and obscure
Remains the cure

2004-03-21T16:48:00.000+08:00

first things first : they wonnnnn!!!!!!!
second : they wonnnnnn!!!!!!!
third : i was too tired to say anything when they wonnnnnnnn!!!!!!!

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i set my alarm to 9 am.
but i woke up at 10 am. lay around in bed until abt 10:20, when i did my big sheet thing again and popped up. left the house at 11:23, when i should have left at 11!!!!!! thats why i just made it. i was running and running up the stairs, down the escalator, up again. i think i scared that guy behind me who was carrying a guitar when i was running up the escalator then BOOM i fell down. scraped a few body parts, then got up again and ran ran ran ran. up the stairs, pissed off a few people.

yay. rejoice rejoice when i got there they were just starting. i saw liping [haven't seen her in a loooooonnnggggg time] and said hello how are you still remember me. she looks different but the voice will never change. and i'm still taller than her. its a miracle. went to take a seat and saw jason. talked to her [him?] then asked her to move so i could sit down. she said no, i'm getting a tan. i said, then you move your bag so i can sit down there. she finally relented and so i sat down.

the thing about softball is that i think after watching one match, and after private tuition with chris, i think, i think , i think i get it. chris, you should be cheering and holding a party now because, yes, i finally get it. still a bit confusing but i get ittt!!!! it takes practise, you know.

when i finally got it, the game becomes sort of interesting. i think i'm the sort of silent spectator? i don't say anything just sit there to watch and clap when good things happen. that was probably because i was mentally trying to figure out what they were doing but yeah. its exciting i tell you, watching sports matches. when i was in my basketball phase in p6, i went to every single bball game that rgps played [we won.] it was exciting then. i liked it! i suppose softball is exciting too, when you get over the initial "huh what are they doing" thing. see. yay. i like watching softball.

halfway [or was it 3/4?] through the match i dunno what happened but chris came over, stood over me [first and last time you're going to look taller than me ;)], reached out one hand, and ruffled my hair. i was like "huh. did she just come over and touch my hair?". i was sort of worried that she was angry with me, me in my usual paranoid no-one-must-be-angry-at-me phase. this was because she gave me 1) a weird look. 2) nothing after that weird, very dirty and i-hate-you look. then she came over, messed up my hair, laughed, and went back to play her softball.

well, after the whole hoo-hah, we won. so yay. but i was feeling lethargic and tired [i was watching all in the night before], so i just sat there and stoned. stone stone stone then chris comes over and gives me one hug, shouts yay, then goes away. her usual routine, y'know, the whole for-one-second-i-will-hug-you-and-then-after-that-i-walk-away-and-ignore-you thing. happens alot to me. but she was walking away so she could go thank the tkgs pple, which, to me, is a really polite and nice and stuff. everyone should do that. its only proper.

so then i thought "aiyah, nothing to do here. go home lah." then i saw jason who was also taking mrt [but to dunno-where] so we were walking along and then chris came up [actually, came from the back] and shocked me when she suddenly said "where you going?" "home. " "why?" "because i still have 2 geog ws[s] to do, my dear." and she let me go. so i went to raffles city, ate burger king for lunch :) then went home.

ONLY. i stopped at clementi mrt station because i knew that stopping at whatever-place-i-stop-at, i'll have to walk home because 92 doesn't come on sundays. so clever me stopped at clementi, where i realised that, hey, 156 and 165 doean't stop at the bus stop at clementi MRT station. so i decided to walk down the road until i came to a bus stop that 156/165 stopped at. only, when i got there, the bus wasn't there so i decided to walk and walk and walk and before i knew it, i walked all the way home. actually, i walked along the canal. its so pretty in the afternoon, with the pink flowers everywhere and i'm the only one walking along that stretch of road. so i walked and walked and suddenly, i stopped. and somehow, i felt like crying.

now, crying comes very rarely to me unless you stick a picture of an old person in front of my face. i never cry when i'm supposed to. like, i didn't cry at A Walk To Remember but i cried when the dentist told me that i should wear braces. i'm very abnormal when it comes to crying, and somehow, at that point of time when i was walking down that pretty little canal stretch of road i felt like crying. it was probably because i was feeling lonely or something, or it was because of something i ate or, quite likely, it was because of the softball match. now, it might seem funny why i would be crying about the softball match but i think i was sad because it would probably be the last time i watch softball [see, my total softball-watching count is a magnificent 2.] and when i went to australia i would probably never watch a single game of softball for the rest of my life.

so there i was walking along a stretch of road feeling sad and lonely and tired and sleepy.

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i went to chris's house yesterday to do history drama-rama script. fortuanately, we managed to finish 4 pages before we met, because everyone sort of knows that once mandy and chrissy get together no work can be done. we ended up eating fishballs [chris was pushing them down my throat], and holding a softball tuition session, where chris threw me a book and told me to read and get back to her on monday. only i'm such a great reader that i read it all then and asked her my burning questions such as "what does this line mean?" and "huh i don't get it explain."

then she told me that she had downloaded New Age Girl on kazaa. then i told her "the thing about kazaa is that although i downloaded it, i have no idea how it works, so i deleted it." dunno why, but chris seemed to think that this was very funny and burst into a great great great peal of laughter where she took a full 5 minutes to quieten down and teach me how kazaa works. now i think about it, kazaa is actually quite easy to use.

she again, forced dinner down my throat. now comes the big thing.

chris's dad was "want to drink beer?" and she was "yeah ok." so she got a can and opened it, poured some for me, and kept the rest for herself. the only thing is that i'm against alcohol of any type except wine, so i was pushing it towards her, and she was pushing it back to me, and i pushed it to her and so on. i was disgusted until she told me that she'll stop drinking if i drank some of that smelly stuff she poured me. i was so totally self-sacrificial that i drank a teeny weeny bit of it. she shouldn't be drinking, lest she get a hangover then be unable to play the next day. so i sacrificed my blood stream for her brain and softball's sake.

after that, some way or another, she got me to finish the rest of the stuff in my cup, which i did very reluctantly and with conditions.

played monopoly where i realised that chris was not just good at minesweeper, she can also be considered fab at all mind and board games. so there. i'm a sucky i-can't-play-board-games person while she is a whee-board-games-lets-play person.

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if you call me Mandy, you're normal.
if you call me Mandy-jie, you're Yi-Ming or Rachie-doops.
if you call me Amanda, you're older than me. definitely.
if you call me Amanda Tan, you're a very angry or irritated Jason.
if you call me Mei-Yi, you can't read off the class register list properly.or you're just liu lao shi.
if you call me Mandy Darling or Mandy Dearest, you're Chris or Xianny.
if you call me Tomato, you're Xianny. Or Chris.
if you call me Catherine, you're my senior[s] who keeps on getting the both of us mixed up.
if you call me Mad-Hatter, I love you because you went to see Alice? or you're a bit demented.

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finished geog ws. only left with irs :>. hail me last-minute-homework queen.

2004-03-19T18:25:00.000+08:00

MY PHONE IS SCREWED UP.
why do people keep on dropping it?
its nicely situated on the table when WHAM my grandother sweeps it off in a bid to reach her handbag.
i get angry but i can't scold her. i can't!!!!

>

yay they won.

i woke up at 7 am. and the first thing tt ran through my head was " sheet. why so early one." my mom started knocking on the door saying "hurry up hurry up 7am already must wake up." i had to wake up because i had garnered my whole family together the day before and told them to wake up extra early so my mom could drive dad to work then drop me off. it was quite good a plan only that my dad woke up at 8.

where i subsequently started to scream at him going "its eight! hurry up! i'm supposed to be there at 8:30 ok!!!!!" and my dad was moving so slllloooowwwwwww. by the time we got out of the house it was 8:30. not a very good start.

during our journey through town to src, my dad started telling us abt how he's going to sing karaoke today with his colleagues. there is only one person in his 'team' that can sing, some philippian [?] guy. so they always let him sing the verses while they all join in at the chorus of the only song they can sing - Let It Be.

The thing about Let It Be is that its chorus basically only contains about 3 words which are 'Let', 'It' and 'Be'.

from there on, i spent the rest of my morning on my feet.

anyway, got to src at abt 8:45. i had absolutely NO IDEA what to do so all i did was STAND around on the pavement. i was afraid that i would be blocking the pavement so i CONSTANTLY MOVED AROUND. there was this relatively cute guy also STANDING on the pavement also watching the match so i thought 'should be ok lah'. [note: i brought newspaper for sitting on the floor only to lag it home again unused.]

there i STOOD for about 45 minutes when i realised that i could see a pink little dot jumping arnd in the distance. first thought = gwen. so i smsed her and hey! it was gwen. i made my way to the benches where i continued to STAND and watch the rest of the match.

now back to basics. i declare that although chris has probably told me how softball works at least once, i still do not understand how it works. i think that as long as the ball is thrown you can start moving around and running? but i know that if you hit the ball its good right. and if you run around the whole thing its good too. but i have yet to grasp the whole concept of this game. i noticed that people start talking alot on the field? hm. shall ask chris what they are doing. i dunno. it sounds very motivational like the motivation programme. or its the bad slamming program i have no idea but these funny people on field just start talking and it freaks me out!!!!! and they talk relatively loud too. and with a constant rhythm? it sounds like jeering oh no. you shouldn't do tt tts bad and uh, un sportmanshippy like.

it took chris a whole, um, about 1/2 and hour to realise i was there. excuse me hor but it only took me 5 minutes to realise tt the game was over? and it only took me 10 minutes to tell that they had won? ok. gwen told me it was. but then stilllll. i was bouncing around in my red polo shirt and she didn't see meeeee. i'm appalled ok. i was STANDING there absolutely dazed and confused when chu ting comes around and starts stripping. ok, she was taking off her pants and she did have a pair of shorts underneath it but hey, i've never seen anyone take off their pants before. but whatever. i went to say hello to monkey. she gave me a high-five. then i asked "where's chris?" and she points to chris who is talking to gwen. this makes me very angry because she was talking to gwen who has probably come for every single match but she isn't talking to me, who took the effort to come down to the blasted insect-ty place to look at a bunch of people run in a formation that i cannot understand. HMPH. she should be grabbing my hand once the thing ended and serving me drinks and explaining how the game works and letting me take pictures of her in her funkAy jersey thing. but it so happens that i have to give her money for her drink. YOU BETTER PAY ME BACK OK OR I'M NEVER LENDING YOU ANYTHING AGAIN!!!!

so i approach gwen and chris. i go, hey chris. she turns around. stones for about a second. and then she goes "HEY YOU CAMEEEE!!!!" and then. BHAM. this blue white muddy grassy sweaty [i was going to add short but then.] thing whams into me and starts jumping around and hugging me. what more, blue-white-muddy-grassy-sweaty thing does this consecutively about 3 times. ew. do you know how muddy-grassy-sweaty this thing is? it kills me. and it purposely rubs its mud-grass-sweat on me when i exclaim "this is a new shirt!!!!" and it says "mandy lend me money i know you will treat me to a drink" when it gets thirsty. and it says "but i have one already" when i suggest that it get me one of those t-shirty things. how can anyone live with this blue-white-muddy-grassy-sweaty thing??? for one, its SO muddy-grassy-sweaty! at least the bball players aren't muddy or sweaty. i don't mind hugging maggie for one.

so we go and observe the score paper ranking thingys. its quite cool. we've won every match tt we've played. [new update from chris via hp: they won the new town match too. our sec 1s beat their sec 2s! oh man... so they're going to the finals. not sure if i'll go but here are the details so that i can remember and whoever wants to go can go! ok. its at 11:30 AM at src. on sunday, tomorrow's tomorrow.] so we talk about scores and teams and what-nots when suddenly all 3 [gwen, chris and random person] walk away. again, i am appalled. how rude. so i decide to walk away too since i have to go shopping to buy contact lense lotion. and suddenly, as fast as they walked away, ~~chris~~ blue-white-muddy-grassy-sweaty thing runs back to me and actually had the audacity to go "where are you going?" fyi, i'm only going because you were going? anyways, blue-white-muddy-grassy-sweaty thing says tt she will call me. which, she hasn't done yet, although we are feverishly smsing each other. "i'll call you!" "but you never call me when you say you will!" -blue-white-muddy-grassy-sweaty thing makes weird hand signal sorta symbolising 'i WILL call you now go away'. - me: 'and i have to end up calling you when you said you would call me!" "i'll call you lah!"

and i go. with sore feet and hungry stomach which is severing me with an acute pain, i walked to raffles city where promptly bought thyself a muffin. yum. :p walk walk walk around raffles city then went to the esplanade to take pictures for my cousin who was tagging along. then walk all the way back to city hall mrt.

stood around watching the bread talk pple make bread for a while. its like an amazing process. the dough is so nice and elasticy! and the ham! and the cheese! and the pepper thingy! it was so appertizing that me and cousin immediately ran into bread talk to buy bread. and while we were standing around stoning at the dough, alot of people started gathering around and stoning at the dough too. seeeee. i'm influential.

got home. fell asleep in a second. i woke up at 7 am for goodness sakes. now i have to get ready for all-important dinner date with very well-loved exciting friends. i shall wear my long flowy lavender dress with those diamond earrings my neighbour left on my doorstep because he's madly in love with my dog. remind me to call a cab, one of those british ones, and to polish my teeth before i go. am starting to blog bridget jones style not good but rather promising anyway. christine you better call me you twit. and one day i'll expect you to pop up at my front door too, looking blue-white-muddy-grassy-sweaty but happy. and you go "i'm going to japan to take up a scholarship in softball and baseball. bye." and then i can deliver my speech on how unmeaningful your life is going to be if you only concentrate on softball. i shall tell her to stay because the education is better in singapore. and because we [our class ok] love her and i'm sure xianny, chu, sarah lek, evelyn, britt and the whole of the sec 1 gep esp those nasty little softball juniors will not bear to let her go. so then she can stay in singapore and after 15 years when i come back, she'll say "thanks for making me stay. now i earn a hundred dollars a minute for teaching twits in ikan billis high to hit and throw balls and to run fast."

anyway. now i have to go get ready for dinner and midnight movie date. with my 3 lovable and understanding but totally brilliantly smart and funkAy friends and with my white shirt and batik pants.

2004-03-18T22:41:00.000+08:00

because you can't bear to lose
right?
because you don't want to see everyone sad
right?
thats why you will fight
right?
thats why you love it
right?
thats why you will go to battle
right?
and thats why you will win.

one thing that's the same between doing productions and sport matches
is the anticipation
the nerve-wrecking feeling you get the night before
the anxiety
the worry

When you're doing a production you'll most probably [for me] be afraid tt you might screw up. forget your lines. miss that important step into the light. miss the spotlight mark. come in too soon. come in too late. forget your movements. the lights will fail. the sound will not play. the curtain will not fall when its supposed to. the audience won't like it.

When you're playing sport [as ah-seng says] you'll most probably [this is inference lah] be afraid that you forget to run. you trip and fall. miss the ball. drop the ball. run too slow. forget to swing the bat [?]. will have no energy. that you will lose. especially if you lose by 1 or 2 points rite.

so see. its not tt different.
i understand.
i empathize.
i'll be there.
i'll scream.
i'll shout.
you were there.
i'll be there too.

REMEMBER TO LOOK OUT FOR ME ARH.

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chris has big match tomorrow.
she says tt if they lose they won't get into the finals.
ok.
i understand.

she says she's nervous.
she's afraid that she mgith forget to run.
ok.
i understand.

she says she's insecure.
she needs to know that she's loved [dun worry lah. you are]
ok.
i understand.

she says she needs to sleep.
she needs to get alot of rest so she'll have energy tomorrow.
ok.
i understand.

i told her to eat bananas.
and raisins. energy food, you see.
ok.
i hope she understands.

2004-03-18T17:31:00.000+08:00

today was shu's byebye party for the ex-rgpsians.
it wasn't anything sad.
we were just fooling around.
me and eve were acting all innocent and bimbo-ish by staring glassy-eyed at the long long swords and the prettai prettai costumes from lotr.
and we were happy.
i liked the evenstar/elvenstar/[something]star necklace tt arwen wore!
it was selling for $55! O.o
eve bought one. its too big to wear. it'll look nice as like, a bookmark or something but $55 for a bookmark??
then we went to eat. but maccas was too crammed full of people that we decided to go to the [non-exsistent] food centre to eat waffles.
then eve, fo, sara and i started dancing and singing the mally moon song. people were staring, i swear.

>

mandy's korean drama serial love life can be found on xianny's blog.
however, xianny, i might like to point out tt half of this korean drama serial has nothing to do with me.

>

after science centre-ing, i went to IMM.
why? to get chris her alice? balls-on-pawns beach balls.
i WALKED ALL THE WAY THERE from the science centre.
jaywalked a couple of times.
see chris???

and when i got there
IT WAS OUT OF STOCK.
i was so fustrated tt i bought myself a 25cents ice cream cone. now i feel fat and oily.

and i expanded all my singaporean kiasu-ness by lining up for 10 minutes in the burning sun to catch a free ride on the shuttle bus from IMM to Jurong East MRT. and i fell asleep on the bus. i should have made full use of my time-on-the-bus.

wahaha. in 10 minutes i could have walked all the way to the MRT station. only i was lazy and kiasu and decided to wait for shuttle bus. :p

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now i have to do homework, which is due in 3 days time:

erp
crp
science poster
english essay
geog ws[s]
irs
history script
lit letter [just found out TODAY]

someone gimme a little encouragement. yay.

2004-03-17T18:26:00.000+08:00

i do NOT believe it.
fate is playing a stupid little hide and seek game with me.
and i hate it.
go die math enrichment camp.
go die male population.
go die my indecisive brain.

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whee. i shall get braces in the near future look out.
and i think i shall make them green or something.
then it'll look like i have veggie stuck in my teeth .

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and i'm still angry ok. the whole math thing.
its so...
unbelievable.
AND I'M ANGRY OK.

2004-03-15T21:00:00.000+08:00

copped off from xian!
A movie thing survey. Bolded are those watched, italic-ed are those wanted.

1.X-Men
2.The Craft
3.X2
4.Swimfan [scary freaky movie]
5.Fellowship of the Ring
6.Finding Nemo
7.Peter Pan
8.Home Alone
9.Aladdin
10.The Ring [watched the jap one, not the us one.] would like to see the us on though.
11.10 Things I Hate About You
12.Not Another Teen Movie
13.Spiceworld
14.8 Mile
15.Bambi
16.Pirates of the Caribbean [not dedicated enough to go buy myself a ticket]
17.Edward Scissorhands
18.Stepmom
19.My Best Friends Wedding
20.101 Dalmations
21.Scream
22.Scream 2
23.Scream 3
24.Big Daddy
25.Billy Madison
26.Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets
27.Sorcerer Stone
28.Heartbreakers
29.Dumb & Dumber
30.Cruel Intentions [oooo.....]
31.Scary Movie
32.Look Who's Talking
33.Blade
34.Blade II
35.O
36.Titanic
37.Carrie
38.Carrie 2: The Rage
39.Daddy Day Care
40.Legally Blonde
41.Austin Powers
42.Storm of the Century
43.Two Towers
44.Return of the King
45.Oliver and Company
46.Mighty Ducks
47.Fast and the Furious
48.2Fast, 2 Furious
49.A Walk To Remember
50.XXX
51.Beauty and the Beast
52.I Know What You Did Last Summer
53.I Still Know What You Did Last Summer
54.Sound of Music
55.Mary Poppins
56.Tuck Everlasting
57.The Patriot
58.The Wizard of Oz
59.Killing Ms. Tingle
60.Crossroads
61.Now and Then
62.Pearl Harbor
63.Just Married
64.Cast Away
65.Radio Flyer
66.Final Destination
67.Lady and the Tramp
68.Shallow Hal
69.40 Days and 40 Nights [i heard tt its mildly funny....]
70.Bring It On
71.Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory
72.The Outsiders
73.The Matrix
74.Perfect Storm
75.Interview with a Vampire
76.Never Been Kissed
77.Clueless
78.Bruce Almighty
79.Crazy/Beautiful
80.Girl, Interrupted
81.Remember the Titans
82.SWAT
83.Sixth Sense
84.Phone Booth
85.The Lion King
86.Urban Legends
87.Nightflier
88.Lion King 2
89.Little Mermaid
90.American Pie
91.Center Stage
92.Scooby Doo
93.Bedazzled
94.Mrs. Doubtfire
95.Save the Last Dance
96.My Girl
97.American Beauty
98.Romeo & Juliet
99.Lost World
100.Casper

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i watched vcds 17-23 of meteor garden 2 today!
its rather draggy, you know. and how come theres so much michelle saram no shan cai one?
no fair no fair no fairrrrr.....

i went and bought myself a new water bottle.
i called chris and said "hurry hurry tell me. red blue yellow black?"
"blue."
"but blue is yucky"
"yellow then"
"ok yellow. i was thinking of yellow too but i decided to call you."

and we talked and talked and talked even when i was paying for the bottle and i think the cashier thought i was typical bimbo because i couldn't get off the phone you know.

red blue yellow green
whats the colour of my team?

wahaha.

2004-03-14T20:30:00.001+08:00

feel lethargic.
its a bad feeling.
all day i just slumped arnd on the bed. watching tv. eating.
eating eating.
all the toxics just go in.

i woke up arnd 1.
i was like "oh poop poop its one already?"
and i jumped up and went online to blog.
then i watched tv frm 1:30 till abt 5:30.
and i fell asleep.

i dreamed a wacky dream where i was suddenly thrown a bike and made to cycle along this hilly path? and *poof* it started raining so i was wet and i had to keep on cycling because if i didn't, i would roll backwards and die. so i got the the finish line but i dunno what happened i fell over and i died in the end.

chris thinks tt this is impossible as you cannot dream abt yourself dying. then how are you supposed to continue with the dream? how would you dream tt you are dying when you can't think tt you are dying and stuff abt how dying during dreaming is na-uh impossible.

anyway, when i woke up it was 7:30 and i was like "chris hasn't called me yet." because i think she was supposed to call me. anyways, i took the initiative and i called her. yay.

she told me this:

1) they played against GMS today and won. played for only 28 minutes. me interupting saying tt was becoz it rained RIGHT [i wouldn't have know - i was sleeping]. no it was because GMS got all pms-y and pulled out i think. then they played SOME OTHER SCHOOL and they won anyway. chris thinks they won because she is great and all. but i think that that is not possible as if she was great she would be tall ;) just j/k lah.

2) talked abt my kukoo dream abt dying.

3) i told her how i was absolutely feeling die-ish today and she told me to switch on the telly. not helping you see.

4) conversation about stupid qian. i told her to stay away from stupid qian. she asked me if i knew any les pple and she said "not me because i'm pretending [at least tts what i thought she was saying]" and i was sort of happy because i always knew it but she never said it so WHARTEVALORX. i told you, chris. stupid qian is evil. stay away. even though chu says tt stupid qian is hot and guy-ish doesn't mean tt stupid qian is a guy and hot. because stupid qian definitely ISN'T.

anyway, i hope qian doesn't read my blog because, as you can see, "stupid qian" has been popping up quite alot.

convo ended here. so there.

and i'm suddenly energized.

i just realised. darling mandy. dear chrissy.

no i'm not turning les ok
and chris, in response to your blog abt the ian guy i dunno what, my reply is : WAHAHAHA. so cuteeeeeeeeee.
nvm.

2004-03-14T20:30:00.000+08:00

see. i had a blog.
its here
but suddenly there was a computer malfunction and it screwed up
so here is my new blog say yay!