just had christmas party at work place yesterday. was a blast! unfortunately no group pics were taken. just for games. will post pics soon.

i organized the party for them since nobody else has the heart to do it. i mean i wanted the party anyways. at first i wanted it to be grand. lots of people. held in the house. FOOD! however, since the store was 24/7 open, it's unfair for some people who'll be on duty that day. furthermore, my uncle is in the hospital. must morn mah, so there's no way we can hold such a party.

it was good. christmas is always good here. you can here people talking about their upcoming christmas party, what gifts should they give or where should they go for holidays. christmas is so alive and exciting that each and every place has decorations set up flamboyantly since october. malls are packed. carols. plays. choirs. everything gets hyped up!

however, most fragile topic you can talk about is the price of one's christmas gift. it sickens me actually. good thing that it's a must to take out the price tag. i mean, why does everthing have to revolve around money. even christmas! i was shopping with a friend and she was so conscious about the price that we walked till the ends of the earth just to buy the 'right' gift not the 'perfect' gift. the perfect gift always comes from the heart. when she was wrapping the present, i told her to take out thr tag but didn't. she said it's crucial to leave it there so that the person won't think that she bought a cheap gift.

yet, some don't give a damn about their gift. since we were in a convinience store, they bought something from the store and gave it as a gift. didn't even bother to go out and actually shop for the person.

ya maybe some people care about the price beacuse the biggest sacrifice they could make is money. but we should not be overly conscious about it. isn't the thought that counts. i've heard that a thousand times yet few do practise. and christmas isn't about giving gifts either. every christmas, i don't look forward to the presents but the gathering and the celebration. that's the spirit of christmas.

home

my uncle has just gone to the operation room. he had a stroke recently and he's been hospitalized for nearly a month. so, my sched now a days is really restricted as we have to go to the hospital every night. hate the hospital. wasn't really going there every night. but can't go shopping and all because driver sends my aunt to hospital so we stuck in house. wish he gets well very soon. people miss him. can't imagine what will happen if he... blue christmas!

i'm enjoying my work so much. not that i like working. it's so bloody tiring and boring at the same time. just that i like my workmates. i love them sooo much. even though i'm new they are patient with me and always assist me. sometimes, i'm even short and they pay for it beacause it's their cash machine. of course feeling guilty so balanja them every time to make up for it. it's been a good week. but i'm really careful not to make mistakes. cause i know there's a calm before the storm. everytime something good happens, disaster will soon strike. omens. i beleive. i'm so scared right now that something bad will happen and they won't like me anymore. i'm cherishing each and every moment. now they keep on teasing me. you see my aunt owns the store. and she always comes by and treat me lunch. so they will go like "pa bili mo nalang kay aunty" or "ok lang yan, an dyan naman si aunty eh." and also beacuse my aunt's the owner they kind of treat me different. more respected. sigh. but i still love them.

feels so different than in singapore. those racist bastards. they will deny it but they are. it feels more at home here. i love it here. i don't want to go back to singapore

here's the love

so much fun

home

i'm here. the happiest place in the earth. where smiles areas free as the air and troubles as clouded as mist. well, still feeling uneasy. why? i'm supposed to be relaxed and having fun. then why?

started working. i LIKE my colleagues! kuya ron, ate daisy and ate jam. dun forget chief. mwahaha! this post serves as a banner of my respect for them. really fun! they're forgiving and patient and fun. i know there's little chance they can read this bacaues of inadequacies but still, to their honour! however, work is so tiring! argh! had to stand for eight hours. and damn boring too! gosh, my cousin told me that working at the store was going to be a stampede but not likely! it's so boring. maybe i'm just starting to learn and they won't let me handle the heavy stuff. but i'm getting the hang of it. yesterday, time seemed to crawl. today, it walked. hopefully tomorrow will be blessed. it's my first work ever in my life. i mean officially. well not really but this is the closest.

i'm currently reading the book the alchemist by paulo coelho. i've attempted to read other books like lemony snicket's a series of unfortunate events [ya i know it's childish, but i like] and judith mcnaught's someone to watch over me. well the last two were too morbid so i had to stop. i like the alchemist because it's a rich book filled with wisdom. i think it's a bit philosophical. it's an encouraging book. goals, dreams and passion in life or shall we say, personal legend. very good book. but of course. a the title itself projects an anti-christian theme. that's what blind church leaders will say. though the main character, a boy named santiago is a christian or catholic. and also, the message of the book says that we should strive for what we want and the universe, including God, is arranged in a way so as to enable us to achieve our dreams. so obviously the church will condemn this as they will say that people should dream god's will not our will. i don't really care what the church says though.

before i was flying off, my cell leader came to send me off. she saw my judith mcnaught book and asked me to throw it away. in my opinion, what the church is doing right now is trying to isolate themselves from sins. however, what they should do is try to insulate themselves instead of to isolate. jesus walked with the lame and ate with sinners. then why are we trying to push these 'sinful' elements away? the world is immersed in sin and we can't escape that by isolating ourselves. we should insulate ourselves. for example, the fish. the fish lives in sea water, it is saline. yet how come when we eat the fish, it is not salty? in fact it is tasteless. we need to sprinkle some salt before eating or cooking! this is because the fish is insulated from sea water. that way it keeps itself pure. i the same way should we keep ourselves holy. not by condemning but by understanding. after we understand then can we preach. not judge or correct.

vivo

so, first time went to vivocity. IT WAS HUGE! i felt like i was walking forever and i didn't even round up the whole place! went with kaye aka kaya aka caveman aka sexyblingthing! mwahaha. and christie aka no taste aka wag. so anyways, i liked the place. I LIKE! think im going there a milion more times. i think the fact that it's new makes it exciting. as kaya and wag said. there are trillions of shops there!

it's not really a place for teenagers but i'm not complaining. firstly there are no mac, kfc, sweet talk or long john. only high class ex food. superdog, chicken rice shop, and bugerking. there are go india and others. restaurants were never heard before. it's the kinda places that you see in one secluded corner around town. so it's cool to try. the collection of clothing lines is amazing. warehouse, pull and bear, forever 21, topshop, levis, armani exchange, trucco, fendi, marks and spencers, diesel. but as long as there's zara i'm cool. there's no iced lemon tea or 77th street.so it's more mature. there's GV there and when we went, there was an opening ceremony so only invited guests where there. highclass i tell you. so it's more for mature [old] people. but i like. i dun really like going orchard cause it's too distributed.

walking with kaya and wag was fun. can't stop laughing lor. but i kept getting static electricity shocks when walking! beacuse of stupid shoes! so painful! and we got to stalk a guy. johnston [baby powder] wag's bf. he's so blur. he didn't know that we following around. it was for almost an hour and we got close a couple of time. after they bought their prom dresses we went to eat at banquet. then after a much confusing discusion on how to go home, we did go home.

must i elaborate on the events? i'll leave that to kaya and wag. but it was fun! only thing though, me and kaya only bought one pen. sigh. pathetic.

look at these!
stole it from kaya's blog!

step up

went to watch step up with youth at shaw in orchard. i like! the movie was good. casting was likeable. the whole cast can dance. like mario and radcliffe though they didn't bust any moves at all. the dancing was good and i'm impressed. ballet and hip hop. odd combi isn't it but refreshing. good flow. i like the movie cause i can relate. so overall; it was above average. seven out of ten maybe. bad point is, tatum's enunciation sucks. he barely opens his mouth. i noticed in his previous movies too.


after the movie. we walked around orchard. saw ethan ong. my jaw dropped. this kid is awesome! and cute. i think he was with his father and they prayed before the performance. he did the drums for "my redeemer lives" by hillsong. and after the song he went in front and bowed. so cute. then after that the father was like 'thank you for watching and God bless you'. it's a good service for a part but i wonder if they go hurting other religions and make a comotion in orchard. hopefully cause it's definitely a good way to share the gospel. jia you, christians!

went to cathay after that. played arcade. then they went to my house to play xbox. overall the day was fun except kerna backstab and scolded. sigh.

speaking of friendship, i dunno what to do now. hate decisions.

sentosa

cheryl's birthday is somewhere this week. went to sentosa to celebrate. didn't go into water though. hate the sea. i'd rather swim in a pool. anyways, sitting on the beach was nice. had to go under the shade cause it was freaking hot. went with ad and jermaine. ahlong and salome went later with water bombs and a cake for surprise. that stupid water bomb trick was stupid. firstly, cherly was already wet as she was swiming. and, we kerna scolded by the lifegaurd for attempting to destroy the ecosystem and creating havoc on the beach.

lots of pictures. more coming up.

so the big "O"s is finally over. and i feel like a bird. i can sit down and watch time's hand run around and not run againts time. the moment spent on beach was relaxing. the do-nothing activity was fun and rejuvinating. i don't think i'm desrving it totally but i'm claiming it anyways. can't wait to fly off.

waiting

i just finished my last paper for french. don't ask me how is it. no matter what i am confirmed that i will fail. sometimes it's easier to give up and say with confidence that you will fail than to do your best and wait for the result. when it turns out ok. ecstasy. if not, state of depression for months. the latter has a larger probability to happen so why try studying at all. waste time. we already spend a fourth of our time waiting.

youth performance

perit's sad. this world is sad. i mean come on, is there anything good abt this pile of shit? God created this place. why is it so filthy. is it because He let filthy humans to rule that's why it had come to this? so what will hell be? or imagine if animals rule the world.

i've always thought earth is the half way mark between heaven's paradise and hte pits of hell. a well balanced dimension. yin and yang. well, more like it moved closer to hell over the pass few millennium. oh no forgive me, it has always been. from cain, to babylon, to war and now, total chaos. we had found more and more ways to suck. divorce. crimes. discrimination. hatred. indifference. all has increased its magnitude. i'm not even gonna try to list it out here. i'm gonna fill up the World Wide Web.

why i am suddenly talking about this?
i can't wait for heaven.

i am just fustrated. with everything that is going on. o levels. church. family. friends. and what i am becoming.

i figure, i don't like myself much. not in terms of physical. i mean i want to alter some of it but... well i'm talking about how cold i'm becoming. sigh. becoming more apathetic toward people. i mean i had always been like that. not saying hi, waving a hand or even just a smile on my face when acquaintances pass by. suplada. conceited and stuck up. but it's not that. just shy and insecure. and i know some get the wrong impression. but it is becoming worse. and i lose on friendship because of that.i am becoming one of the people who is NOT trying to make the world a better place.

and also the way some of the people i know are facing life. really sad.

all the distortion in the world is created by us. and it backfires on us always. karma. i believe in it. but if you believe in karma means you don't believe in destiny. right. but i believe in destiny too. aiya.

i told you life's complicated

well well. i had just finished the damned performance. bad. they say it's too soft. but it's not out bloody fault. like we did our best and its because of the incompetent techs. the mic wasn't on i assume. the place was quite open so. but the applause was tremendous. esp and most from parents ofcourse. just because they know us and its our first. biased! i didn't like the whole thing do. boring. but the practise was fun. see now my sis is still singing the song. LAST SONG SYNDROME (LSS). here are the pics. so sorry. the actual on stage performance wasn't included. because all the pics only have my sis and me. so might as well not put it up. you have to get it from other people. haha.

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youth practise

i just realize i don't want to perform. its tomorrow! crap. i haven't memorised the lyrics. crap.

nadir

the "ear in ear out" technique

created by: eunice lacaste

this revolutionary technique, developed in 7000 bc, is an intense meditation technique designed to protect the hearing organ from any force that can cause any internal disrurbances. however, it appears that the majority of the current generation has mastered this technique through countless sessions, practises and excersises from their sincerely helpful parents. there are different styles of doing this. a few includes:

1. thinking of the guy next door - most effecient
2. sing a song inside your head - i suggest moby's retarded lyrics
3. try to count your mother's hair - visually of course

warning! possibility of memory loss and drooling disorder when excessively done.

PRESTIGE

postponed

created by: eunice lacaste

decided to post. after dog's years. certainly no one ever visits here anymore. so i have the liberty to post whatever i want.

well, halfway between o levels. so far, i think i'm doing ok. but every paper, i'm so nervous that i can't tie the stupid string in. it's just beacuse this is o levels. i want to get as many a1s as possible. not gonna happen but it's good to dream right? even my art paper sucked. i should take the installation down soon. i feel restless unless its taken down.

a week more to go.

i just ate candy floss today. bought from pasamalam. i really dun care if it's intoxicated with something else. this is the only way i can eat candy floss. where else can you buy candy floss. people had warned me about pasamalam and what possible filth that lies beneath the vendors' smile. i don't care much. i want it and i'm having it. candy floss!

ate with itchy today at long john silver. that itchy made me go to lot 1 just to eat! argh! and i bought i new earpiece. i reward for myself for studying hard -not srudying smart- this past few days.

talked to renee today. i wonder why these high class, chin up chest out stomach in ladies don't want to get married. i think they do not want anybody to dominate their life. feminists. they want to be in charge. always. and if your not up to standard, too bad. in my opinion, guys must be daunted by them! and the danger is, if they are too blind, they might just passed by mr right -in the flesh and in the face- without even noticing it. ms yee also another one. worse if possible. dun get me wrong. these people are phenomenal and esteemed. they hold prestige within the palm of their hands. but there comes a price. arrogance. indifference. looking down on their noses. no! they are not like that but they LOOK like it. happiness is only whole with a second half. hope cupid's reinforcements are on their way to singapore. or cyprus for that matter. ms yee is flying off today.

about another totally different slut
i wonder why she is so freaking irritating. i mean i try to like her. i try to look pass her flaws. but she just pisses me off! after a long cut off, the first time she did was bombard me with questions and lectures and stupid nonsense. why must The Relationship (not the relationship u know of) be strained because of her! i'm starting to hate so much of what she thinks is right and wrong. she and her stupid dispostion! can't He show her. cant He teach me to submt. why can't i just dumbly follow like a dog. i mean it's ok for me to live my life for someone else since i can't make a purpose out of it and since i know it's gonna be wasted in my own hands. why do i have to qn so much! sigh. guess i just can't submit to unreasonable and unjustified acts. duh! even my own mother finds me a handful. so what right does she have to think for me!

i think i shall retire for today. tomrrow is waiting.

i'm still damned hungry

ey? where am i? oh! in my blog.

wow. cobwebs all over.

anyways, i shall give you 5 reasons why i'm not blogging until 'O' levels:

1. must study

2. lazy

3. very busy

4. have i mentioned lazy?

5. i'm hungry (erm...)





yeh so... i was actually planning to do something insane today.
have my own critics about DVC book.
here it goes:

DVC is actually the best book i've ever read. after comes Angels and Demons, also by the same phenomenal author, Dan Brown. but let'se see. it has actually challenged the authencity of the Bible! here i am going to say something about that.

facts with fictions

DVC is a work of fiction. if you look at any book stores, it's in the "fiction" catergory. some of the elements are legends and myths. some are just conclusions without any base fact. so is the Holy Bible fact or fiction? this is a question equivalent to "how big is the universe?" we cant answer it as it goes way back in time. however, the manuscripts of the Old testaments and the New Testaments are one of the most reliable sources today according to historians and scholars. the manuscripts have only 150 years gap from the original copy (cesar's galic wars copy have 1000 years gap from the original). also, it has the most pristine copies stored (over 11,000 copies). these copies are all hand written. more copies means we can cross-examine all these manuscripts and see if they collaborate even though different people copied them.



constantine

DVC stated that there actually other gospels that describe Jesus in a completely differnet way from the bible. that He was married and he was actually not a god. however, these gospels are called gnostic (based on knowledge) gospels. these gospels are not written by any of the apostles. the authors didn't even see or talked to Jesus. some books were written hundreds of years after the death of Christ. the authors only went into the name of the apostles so that their book will be deemed credible. the gospels chosen for the Bible are those which are credible. the author must be an apostle of Christ. but hey! does that mean the Bible is biased? no writtings from outside point of view. actually there is. one was apostle paul's gospels

debate at the council of nicaea 325 ad

in the book, dan brown stated that the debate was about whether Jesus was a god or just a man. this was "fact" was actually just a theory. the debate was more on the topic of the Holy Trinity. the Holy Trinity say's that God the Father, God the Son and God the Holy Spirit are one God. the debate was about whether Jesus' status was lesser that God the Father, not if Jesus was a man or god.



art

"a picture says a thousand words" - sounds familiar right? the speculations about the Mona Lisa, the Last Supper and other paintings or works of art depicted in the DVC are just a few words among the thousand. it's just one point of view that can be incorrect. if your an artist or an art critic, you should understand this. you can never know what the painter is trying to say, but only what the painting is saying to you.

bestseller

just for the record, DVC sold 36 million copies. the Holy Bible sold 2.5 billion copies and counting. woohoo!

there ya go. i'm a christian so i'm just trying to protect what i believe is the truth. have your own damned opinion can?

mock results

mock results suck. it was insane that we had to do simultaneous major exams within a week. i was tired men. ok lah... it wasn't the best i could give so no regrets...

didn't go to school today. have french exam tomorrow so decided to stay home and study. i didn't study at all before this. giving up on french men. so hard! maybe i'll go learn latin... yeah right! maybe spanish is better. considering the similarities with tagalog and absence of accents. it's deemed to be easier. well, i'l go back to ph and study french there, l'Alliance Française de Sg is much too expensive. then move on to spaninsh. maybe even german. ("~) i wonder if dutch is ok. (uh oh... turning into a linguist freak! all Silva and his espionage books' fault!) right now, even if i wanted to, i cant consentrate on french. too much to do.

sigh. want to stay away from you asap. sick of you! -so why cant i turn off the radio-

results

haiz... so far 11 points. really substandard.
disappointed with english and chem
ss and hist yet to come.

exams

so far so good...
maths - 31/40
phy - 41/50
eng [spoil my day!!!] - 14/25
me 14 girl... aiyah really spoil my day...
suppose to recieve chem today but stupid abel havn't take
for geog... mr ong too old to mark... so... next week
can't take this stress! like one week interlude between common test and mock! to hell with the schedule!!!

*wish i could stay away from you... but i love you too much

first

MY FIRST PERFORMANCE EVER!!!
VENUE: IBC -somewhere in king's road
TIME: 1400H
PIECES: LET EVERYTHING THAT HAS BREATH - PASSION
I'M TRADING MY SORROW - DARREL EVANS
I CAN ONLY IMAGINE - MERCYME

lots of touching but non-constructive comments
didn't go church today. julee will kill me!

killing me

at last! common test is over! i feel that i did above what i expected. so come and let us study for mock exams! yah that's life. you always find youself stuck in a rut. no light at the end of the tunnel. it's just an endless arid land and a bottomless gulf. cynical huh. yeh, my perspective. yet at least i have something to look forward too.

goodness! i'm missing someone so much. i hate being in this state of nadir. i don't want to love. its a waste of time. i agree with lenard [love bites]. it hurts but i feel extreme bliss at times. ambivalence. really is amazing how extensive is the range of emotions our hearts can feel. i want to be with you so much.

moving on. can't possibly talk about bullshit all the time right?

i really stressed with my art course! not getting enough resources. well, i do have a perfectly useless and excremented art teachers with me and a wide volume of mediums the school has bought which are destined for wastage under amatuer hands but look at dss! they had finished their's! am really worried about the time. i plan to sacrifice one week for art. don't do any home work and don't study for tests. i'm headed for NAFA anyways so i must set my priorities [hate that guano-ic word].

so must constantly tell myself to stop procastinating, sigh. let it rain...

drama camp

15 - 17 march

just had my drama camp. it was fun like hell men! i was really excited about it. i didn't really know what activities was set. actually, i was looking forward to sleeping with my friends [ghost stories and chit chatting at night]. and to seeing renee again.

first day was as more fun than the second day. we had more energy. games were fun men! i think ms yee's games were as fun as renee's. just that we yelled and ran around more with renee's session. the food was okay. tea, lunch, tea, dinner. galvin came around lunch. maria was like gushing over him. eeww. adibah left early and never came back [freakky]. ahlong came to school as he was going for the escplanade. melissa was going home as she was sick. she vomited along the path. saw mich and matthew when she went to fetch melissa. we were like screaming in the bus when mich came. men i missed her so much. hugged her! mwaha!

we had dinner at esplanade. we watched the mosiac concert. the concert was good. it was professional. certainly these people play their life out. it's sort of a serious gimmick which also exudes fun. i thought the crowd looked pretty connected. maybe they are the friends of the performers. we, crazy as we are, were making alot of impulsive noises. just having fun. we cheered and whistled and clapped. everyone's looking at us. it's just in our nature to be wild in public. we had a connection with the performers because we were in the front row screaming out to them like they one kind of super star [FEVER! - lilly]. it was fun. ms yee went of to somewhere during the concert. don't ask me i too don't know.

during at night i can't sleep. too hyper. i know i must sleep for tomorrow. but i just can't. i told ghost story at night. succeeded in freaking them out. we were actually planning to walk around school at night but gundu maria go ask for permission. dumb. i changed place three five times before getting a decent sleep. actually im not really used to sleep on the floor and the next day my shoulders were aching because i slept on my side. everyone was snoring. they claimed i was snoring too. whatever. maria cecilia kelly del and ian continued with the ghoft story stuff while i slept with aisha syaza ratna kernar izwan marx and nas. stupid lah. the barrier in between boys and girls no use one. then woke up with the sound of the siren. actually was awake before that just drifting into light sleep. then the siren was so loud i thought it was the school alarm. turned out to be ian's stupid phone. dumb. we were so frustrated. it was five in the morning men! couldnt drift back to sleep so went to bathe. then walked around the school with nas, izwan, aisha and kernard. cecilia, kelly, maria and del went ghost hunting. dumb people. i think cecilia worship maria like a god. she follows her everywhere and do everything she does. dumb. [they are uncommon so i can call them dumb].

played truth or dare around 7 am. was making a racket through out the whole school. ms yee came and scolded us. we were quiet then. during breakfast she was really mad. somebody was saying that we better behave later on. then we said sorry to mdm ek. i think we also woke her up. be right. then back in the studio nas was saying - how come mdm ek never say anything then ms yee say. i told him that ms yee was like a mother to us, more willing to teach and point out our mistake unlike other people who do not care about us even though we make a fool out of our selves. he understood. everyone understood. during yoga we did keep quiet. total silence.

we did more games. but it wasnt as spontaneous as yesterday. energy levels down. even when renee took over. renee's games were challenging. really tough and need serious deep creative and innovative thinking. we also had monologues. serious men. second day was a hard day. during the mono, the limelight was on each individual and it was tough to just step out there. marx did a good open. but all of our mono SUCK! even if renee praised us, and i think it was only encouragement.

one person i know who the success of the camp belongs to. ms yee. she was the one who prepared all of it. of course ms ng and ms rani helped too. but she has her heart set on the camp. she loves us -drama- very much and who knows how much. we love her the same. as nas was saying, drama would be dead without her. as mel was saying, we will miss her if she leaves. as ahlong was saying, the other teachers cant substitute her. as cecilia was saying, she looks so dead when teaching at class but she laughs the loudest at the activities we have making other people laugh out too because of her oh-so-crazy laugh. the stupid committee was absolutely useless. sec three. what will happen if sec fours are gone?. sigh. no initiative nor eagerness to get things done. i tried my best to help her and collected the forms for the teachers and asked people if they are confirmed about the camp. so she does not have to walk around chasing after people. i know or at least have a clue on how much she had toiled for the success of this camp. besides, she was there all the time unlike the other teachers. it's always like that what. even during the anti-drug performance at lot 1 she was there for the two days. i know lah! i am biased towards her. ms ng and ms rani have noticed. that's because i am the only one who would dare to voice it out. the rest feel the same way too. i know because they tell me without me asking them. but they would not dare to act it out or voice it out. i am just bold, sensitive and expressive that's all.

renee also played a major role in the success. of course. she's a pro men!i think the camp would not be as -wow!- without her! we missed her so much that when she came in we gave her a booming welcome. haha. she rocks the earth. totally.

that's all. too long.
peace out.

what did i do?

what did i do?

argh. why am i so hateful. i hate hating people but i really cant stop hating people who are bound to be hated! i am not a hypoctrite like some people who have two faces and try to be nice for the sake of a clean reputation. when i hate people, i hate them. i do not hide the feelings, i try to suppress them. there is a big difference.

ok. to start of. maybe it is just a misunderstanding. or maybe i am just a complicated person. or maybe i am too demanding. but isn't it for my own good?

firstly, my *** teacher, she is kind and cheerful. but when it comes to classes, all she knows is talk. "maybe we should do this... i'll ask the person to come over... i'll order some materials for all of you..." but in the end, nothing happens. and we have been enduring classes of utter inutility and immobility. we do nothing at all but draw... draw... and draw - by ourselves! i am dying of boredom. others are satisfied but what about me! i am restless and discontented. i am being pulled down by the slowness (mind me, does she progress at all?) of her teaching. no mock exams this year. mr a said that we MUST have mock exam. to no avail. she gives no inspiration. no ideas. no critiques. and i am lost now in my course work. i do not know what to do. will i be able to pull this out by myself? i have no confidence in her. honestly i think she is incompetent. all she does in class is mark her papers or do her own sketches. shit men. and what? she reasoned that they should relieve her of one class just because she is taking a graduation class! she is not doing anything at all! she leaves our class even before lesson ends. she goes to places who knows where. she calls who knows who in her handphone when it is lesson time. i am frustrated as my future is in her hands yet she is throwing it away. not me! her! SUCK! but don't get me wrong. i still like her as a person but as a teacher, i am enraged. i do give hints. i just can't tell it to her face.

secondly, this ***** teacher in charge. why oh why is fate so cruel! i have two ***** teachers in charge hating me! unreasonable bastards! ask as to stay back until seven? my shit! and why do you have to shout at me when i asked you nicely "may i go home" and shouted at me! i am not like the normal tech students that you shout at everday! FUCK YOU!!! i have my own brains and if i have too, i'll use them to defend my dignity! i know i am not 100% faultless but give me some respect as i try to give you some you imbeciles! yes i am restless now a days because you are boring my guts out! it is not only me, most of my peers have the same opinion. just that i tend to express better than them. and also i started giving "attitude". what up with that?! i was just giving the platform to other people who have yet to try. no honestly, besides laziness that was my paramount rationale. also, during activities, she marks her paper! i mean its like saying "i do not care about you and i have found something better to do" shut up! further more, after each session, she will only negative remarks. yes i recorded. she doesn't sing any praises at all! and she keeps on shouting that makes me my eardrums ring for the whole day. her colleague is as worse. this brainless scum (oh no... i'm going to vulgar here) is a replica of the first one. same attitude. but this teacher is less idiotic than the first one. well. a little less. i just hate them both. argh. of course not talking about ms y.

my dislike for my dearest father (teacher) mr s has ceased. thank God! he is the least person in earth you would like if you do not know him well. might as well compare him to stalin and hitler and mussolini. but i think he is the angelic side of these trio deep down there somewhere. when he loves, he loves without question. when he hates, he hates without answers (what the hell that means? i do not know! it just looks metaphorical so...)

can't write all what i want to write here. 1. it is too long 2. it is to extreme. well fot those of you who knows who i am refering to, keep your mouth shut.

"peace'

after party

hello readers

you are probably wondering why i was absent yesterday. since i only answered a few people who asked that question, am sorry for my rudeness.

firstly, i had french common test today so i wanted to study. yes i studied the whole day. secondly i studied for the physics test. that was after i watched "oliver twist". nice movie by the way. it was stale nevertheless noble, costume's a meany. lastly i was lazy to go to school. i thought i would fancy i 24hrs holiday. according to my excuse letter, i am supposed to be having a stomach ache. but assuming that you reader is trusthworthy, i am telling you the true story.

i am happy that my french common test is over. i think i would pass. but for all i know i commited a sin and God wants to punish me therefore he minus 10 marks. it's a sin that i have been struggling with for years and i dare not tell anyone. so i must be good this week.

that's all in store...
peace out y'all

missing you...

i am exploited and tired. i need a break

drill

you know the drill mate

love

THIS IS HOW IT IS SUPPOSE TO BE. AND THIS IS HOW IT IS NOW.

suicidal

i am up to my ears.
i am drowning.
i am busy with homeworks.
i am busy with tests.
i am busy with projects.
i am busy with course works.
i am busy with performances.
i am busy with competitions.
i am busy with errands
let me breathe.
let me go.
let me cry out and scream my heart out.
i can't see the light.
i can't sleep.
i can't concentrate.
my muscles are aching.

I AM LOVING MY LIFE!

counseling

i am happy. so happy. so so so happy. why! why is my life so happy. thank you! thank God for giving me such people in my life. these people who i call friends. these people are insane. that is because only insane people can make an insane person laugh. only insane people can listen to an insane person blabber. only insane people can give an insane person a shoulder to lean on. only insane people can bear the crappy demeanour of an insane person. regardless of race, language or religion (my deepest condolences to the late s rajaratnam). without these insane people, my world will go insane. oh i love you guys! *mwah! i have had my storm just yesterday during drama club. and this insane people had supported me through out! telling me to relax and chill. i broke down a little but i regained strength from these insane people. you see, insane people always exudes these extra energy always (running around butt naked, banging their heads on the wall, licking the toes, jumping from the sixth level and not dying because of too much energy as i say). restless as you may call it. but you must learn to manipulate these energy. THANK YOU! I AM STILL IN LOVE WITH DRAMA CLUB! INSANE PEOPLE RULE! this is one happy day indeed! - storm please do not come knocking on my door.

drama

I HATE YOU!
YES! SHE IS BETTER THAN ANY OF YOU!
YOU COUPLE ARE A BUNCH OF INCOMPETENT MONKEYS JUGGLING WITH FIRE.!
BETTER GO AND COMMIT SUICIDE!
YOU ARE PULLING EVERYONE DOWN.
LAME CHEESY CORNY EWW YUCK UGH!
EXTRA
ACT
SHOW OFF
FLAMBOYANT

oh men! i just should stop my mouth from judging others! i know! it is bad. and rude. i am insensitive to others. i am becoming like that idiotic big fat negroid imbecile. what should i do! there is to much violence and rage inside me. how can i quite these emotions of hatred down? i am too cynical and critical. but i just can't keep my thoughts to myself. if i do (i have always tried to be a better person) it will accumulate and it will (BOOM!) detonate and will produce large scale destruction which i am unable to curb. EUNICE! stop criticising! i do not want to lose friendships and my own reputation. but it is out of my master.

HELP!!!

study study study

i cannot believe that i am already at sec 4. it seems like it was yesterday that i came strolling in the school at the second day of orientation. naive of the occurences around me. insecure and uncomfortable on the inside, but trying to put up a good front.

looking back, i see that road where i trudged on seemed miles away yet i felt like i have been walking for just a few minutes. all the hardships, the obstacles, the adversaries, all the achievements, the successes, the goals that once were so trenchant now seem so inaudible, bedimmed and vague. once in a while i can't help but complain. the replies or so called encouragement i get are in general "oh it's not so bad! wait till you get to JC, wait till you get to U, wait till you are working, wait till you have your own kids, wait till Alzheimer comes along and starts eating you, wait till your in the local old folks home, hospital or asylum and die" continue on comparing your time with mine, but to me, nothing can beat the sweat of the present time, not even the past nor the future.

time then was so slow, but time is treacherous. you look at it up close it seems so insignificant. take a step back and get the whole picture into view, you will see that time is everything. it camouflages, it pretends, and when it goes for the kill, you will be petrified and shocked.

examinations that were dreaded came and went. projects were assigned, procrastinated upon and submitted incomplete. rules were implemented and broken. legions of friends and foes were created. teachers who triggered ambivalence in their leave had left without hesitation. quarrels and squabbles initiated, grew, and were solved. hatred were sowed, nurtured and weeded. infatuations bloomed and withered. it all happened in four years. in a blink of an eye, it is done.

we can reach both the zenith and nadir of an epoch within such limited time. however, we are not yet at the finish line. the banner marked "Ordinary Level Examination" is rising from the horizon. first a dot, then a distinct red icon growing larger as every day goes by. the main purpose of the secondary life. the last stride.

i see the crowd (teachers pressurizing at the most solemn stage) cheering and jumping, encouraging me to persist. though in reality they are screaming their heads off. i could not hear anyone of them. the world has gone into silent mode. i can comprehend their muted, lip synched words of wisdom, but none goes through my head. they are reflected by a virtual shield around my head called stubbornness a.k.a. complacency a.k.a. procrastination.

still, i know time is not at my side. i know the seriousness of the situation. i know the consequences at every turn i take. but i just cannot get my self to stay focus. there is a big difference between 'must' and 'can'. yes, i am scared and i am taking a leak on my pants. but i will get through this. i know i can. if i can set it all right. i will prevail. by hook or by crook i will.

i see the gold medal. on it three characters are engraved; 7A1

after that, then what?
somebody fill me in

happy valentines day! another wonderful day [storm is coming]! recieved alot of presents. from yongwen, yaojun, jacintha, albert, meisheng and mr prakash. peishan also gave me some chocoloates too. love is so in the air. alot of exchange gifts and all! i gave mr a my farewell gift too. a monkey key chain. ahlong n me also gave ms y the cookie and a paper. [great to give people papers on valenitines day, cheap yet meaningful] ms y did figure out where we bought the cookie. [check prevoius post!] but it's ok. she appreciate it... i think... haha so cute. ibro, jermaine and cheryl concurred that she is cute.

went out with jermaine ibro and cheryl to kfc. after that, reluctantly went to french class. the teacher did not believe that the essay was made by me because it was too flawless! suck my ass! argh! ok yah... i cheated... i used a translator.

yah. that's all.

world peace

i not stupid too

the day before valentines day. what a wonderful day. seriously, i've been having wonderful days lately. so this is a sign that a storm is coming sooner or later.

firstly, art lesson was so so intense. mr a is leaving tomorrow. he talked to us with much passion and determination. he talked about art. to aim high for our dreams. do not worry about those people who say that art has no future. and he talked about other stuff to motivate us. motivate means to scare us to death to do our work and at the same time inspiring us. i needed it. im procastinating so much now a days. or maybe i just suck at time management.

the day went on with much boredom.

history test. aahhwww... men that sucked. i mean i got 13/25. better tha most of them. but obviously it sucked and i flung it. damn the test! because of it i was late for the movie! mr s is so unreasonable. he asked us to wait for so long and when half of the class had already left he just carried on with the test. i mean it is his fault that it got postponed for so long. he takes our time and wastes it. ok, i better not bitch much about him. not that i hate him. i still look up on him. yet, he always makes us wait. who cares. we also make him wait right. sheesh whatever! so lame!

yah moving on to the most interesting part of the day. movie. well initially i was enraged that three of the people who were suppose to come backed up. i lost my cool during reccess and shouted at two [not so] innocent boys i mean gentlemen. really wanted to watch this movie because a lot of people were saying that it's a nice show and i have not watched a decent movie for a while. anyways, i was suppose to meet yuan long and ms y at lot 1 to watch the 4.30pm show. but i was five minutes late. so we moved it to 5pm. delvin rushed down and watched with us. ibro was suppose to watch with us to but he was too late.

yes. the movie. i am obviously not going to narrate the whole story here. that's because 1. duh! and 2. i do not want to spoil the experience of other people. anyways, the movie was DAMN FUNNY! even before movie starts we were laughing like mad already. ms y was having that cute demented laughter attack. it think it was because of the pink panther comercial insisting watchers to switch off their phone. and also there's this so damn funny part where this person named... oh...yah... i am not in the position to narrate...anyways. yah! in addition the movie was also DAMN TOUCHING! it seriously pulled my heart strings. i mean i was holding my tears for the half of the show. i was having the REM [rapid eye movement]. i was blinking 1000 times per minute so as to hold back. yet, to no avial, i broke down during these scene when this guy... ok i won't tell... anyways, my tears were seriously FLOWING non-stop. other's were crying too. but i was like sniveling like hell. you know that kind of thing when you viciously attempt to make your mucus retreat to the inner part of your nose when it has reached the dangerous position beyond your nostrils and you start drooling. i know it was seriously disturbing other people's audible range of hearing but who cares [as you can see i am starting to be a careless person "who cares wo cares"]. back to the topic. it was toucing like i said. i think that's because i can relate to how it feels having come from this kind of family. nobody knows and nobody cares. so i think that was why i was crying the loudest. ayways. the movie was an intresting combination of scenes; one moment you're like rolling on the floor laughing and then *snap you start to cry then *snap your on the floor again. yes i find that interesting. you do not know whether to cry or laugh.

on the other hand. i think that it was exagerating. according to ms y too. it's like the typical lameness of singaporeans. especially there's this part when they were walking down the... ok i won't say, you have to watch it yourself... over all it was a DAMN GOOD movie. so i strongly recommend.

after the movie, we went somewhere around bukit timah cold storage. i was so stuffed. i didn't want to eat so i just bought some lime juice and watched them eat as we chatted. ms y bought some roses at cold storage for her colleagues. meanwhile, yuanlong and i had this plan to buy her this cute cookie. so when she was buying the roses, we were smuggling cookies in our bags secretly. with delvin as our decoy, it almost worked. i think it was too obvious though. after that went home. end of day. period. no more no less.

so there you go. not detailed but summarized for optimum reading pleasure where you don't get to read me blabber on until the page reaches the floor.

world peace

HELL

i have been studying all day. no t.v. for poor eunice. my schedule will go on like this until 'o' levels. i am determined. but by God's grace i will get multiple distinctions. but this sucks. i am not a studious individual. i hate studying. but i am determined. did not go for dance works as i do not want to be a stupid mascot in a sandwhich board walking around like the guy from monsters ink. yup. why is there so few people in msn btw? what's happening

i have been thinking, there is this cliche "one way ticket to hell" and oh how i wish it is the same for heaven. sadly, life is a bitch and it is pleased in making things arduous for us.

you see, the hardest thing to do in this world is to do good. i mean not that once in a life time samaritan acts you do but as a whole being a saint for world peace. it's hard to keep our records clean. temptation always lurks by and trips us over. besides, it's way easier to do bad things. don't fool around with me i know that you yourself stole something from that provision shop or lied to your parents once in a while right?

the catch in doing sinful acts is that you execute it without think and voila! it is done. after that, guilt will start stalking you like a dog's tail. i mean that's how it goes for me. i beat up my sister, she cries, and i feel bad. but the cool thing is, good deeds are the vice-versa [obviously]. it is so hard to do, with your pride hindering you, to set aside differences and help that nerd who has just been bullied or help that psychotic girl who was assigned to carry a stock of books taller than her because her class "sabo-ed" her. BUT. the reward in any goodness you peform is overwhelming. overflowing. yes, i agree that it feels better when you do it infront of people but it is more meaningful when you do when no one is watching, because someone out there is smiling from ear to ear at that moment.

there are also sometimes that you are in desperate need and have no way out. those times when the examination is tomorrow and still you have not studied or when that some one is in the hospital and you'll go like "oh God please! give me another chance and i will dedicate my life in doing you will" then he grants you the wish. after that, before you know it, you started skipping your quite time or started dating this non-christian guy. no, i am not condemning anybody because this happened to me before and it will happen again. mistakes and sins are vicious cycles of life.

we are sinful. it is in our nature. even the most obedient man like peter, denied or like judas, betrayed, or like moses, refused to speak or like abraham who questioned or like job who cursed. now you know why gravity plummets downwards to hell and not upwars to heaven. why the ocean is deeper than the highest mountain. why quadrillions of stars and one moon need to shine every night to fight the darkness.

but despite our sinfulness, despite every wound that was inflicted, despite every drop of blood wasted, despite every slash of the whip. He knew and He still kept silent in front of mr pilate. despite every lie every curse and every spit. he endured and tried to stand up. despite every stab, every gunshot and every bomb droped. He still died and rose again.

despite everything, He still loved

MAHAL KA PARIN NYA.

french essay

i have just finished my first french essay ever. i think there is a lot of gramatical errors as i myself do not what the hell i am talking about. i wrote about divorce. if it was in english i would have scored As [shees]. i am starting to enjoy french. i think it's just that sense of accomplishment. i also had rewritten my maths ws 10 and finished ws 14. i am quite having and infatuation over maths too. this is all to weird. i used to hate both of them.

time now is 0130h. i have been on the computer since 1700h. that's the longest ever. let me see. i talked to naqia, angelo, suhaimi, rouning, johnston, zhenying, yao jie, renee, yu jia and ms y. not that much people to talk to considering the time. i've done my essay during this 8h duration i am in the computer so talked less. it's like the time i needed to sleep. no wonder i feel so awake. i took a long time cause i used a two online translators a computer dictionary and a manual dictionary at hand. i had to cross reference because i just do not trust the internet. it is the lousiest machine in the world.

anyways, talked to yao jie while both of us were watching final destination. it's a super corny movie. but its kinda scary and bloody. yet, like what yao jie said, the graphics was ok. renee gave a lecture about wisdom tooth.tried to have a decent conversation with ms y but that proved to be impossible.

my back is aching, my ass hurts and i can feel a shift in temperature (i am alone. jumping at every sound i hear and staring curiously at the shadows. heart racing very fast) so i am turning in for bed. a pleasant night to everyone.

peace out

dearest 4a

sorry for my selfish act today. i will not disclose the reasons and what sinful acts i have commited. i know that it is of no use that i apologise without knowing the cause, but i would rather tell you directly than say it here. well you can ask politely if ever you see trudging along at school right. this contrition goes only to my class alone because it is the only class the i hate, love and care for [?]. i have sinned againts others who are of my level and to the sec 5s but i have no forethoughts of them.

till the next time we see each other in the next world. best regards

goodbye cruel world

eunice

there you go. an advanced suicide letter. cool huh. i wonder if suicide letters could be written in blogs. then you hang yourself with the computer open. will it compromise authencity. i guess so. CSIs always analyze authencity in the most critical stage so i guess it would not work. i mean somebody could have killed me and just written the note. maybe forced entry, bruises and absence suicidal marks would testify to that. oh men i am thinking too much.

no, i am not suicidal. i am the most jovial girl in the world. the aunty vendor in out school store will concur to that. we are always shreaking in chorus when i notice that my favorite food is on the menu. she even knows when i don't come down and eat for reccess as i am one of her most "cheerful" costumers [as stated by the aunty herself]. even though i see sad people like jessica and ms y (not really) scowl all day long i won't be affected. even though there are these tearing amd intense conversations between raizal and melissa i would still happily munch down on my bun and comment happily beaming at everyone like one demented arse. people of my kind, joyce [fmss] and mrs. s are always happy and contented in life. even though sometimes it's a different story in the inside.

happy french

YYYYYAAAAAHHHHOOOOO!!!!! WWWEEEEPPPPPYYYYYY!!!!! WEEEHHHHHHAAAAAHHHHH!!!! HHHOOOOOHHHHHAAAAA!!!! YYYEEEEAAAAHHHHEEEYYYY!!! YYYYEEEHHHAAAAAA!!!!! WWWWWOOOOOOO!!! WWOOOOAAAAHHHHHOOOOWWW!!!

Okay people! I am fine. Yes and I am not crazy. I do not have any plans to visit the asylum sooner or later. I am just happy! I mean I am just dementedly euphoric. You know me and what I do when I am happy right? I get little bit over the edge. Well, maybe that’s an understatement but it is vindicated. That is my only rationale for acting psychotic today.

I can imagine that disoriented face of yours staring in confusion at the screen. Since that is the case, I shall narrate to you the account of this phenomenon. Bear with me please! This is going to be miles from here.

Before the start of the year, my French teacher, Monsieur Gilbert, had called me and asked which class I prefer to be posted to next year. I told him that I am only free on Tuesdays and Thursdays at 1630. I was flabbergasted when I learnt that I am now attending the Wednesday and Friday classes at 1430 (school has just ended at this time)! Furthermore, the incompetent administrator told me to go to the wrong class! I was so embarrassed walking into the class and disturbing their progress.

I went for the next class I had. I was sent to the HOD for being absent and not bringing an excuse letter! I mean it was not my fault! The HOD, Madamoiselle Au, also scolded me for my "dismal behaviour and attendance". The exact words. I remembered it because of her crisp, hair-rising, curt and outstanding articulation! My God! She speaks both French and English flawlessly! Unbelievable! I was dumbstruck and rooted on the ground! No wonder she is not married at this age of 4o +! Who could stand that kind of mouth! Instead of throwing my tantrums and stumping away, I was stupefied.

I submitted a class transfer form so that I can relieve my jumbled time table. But still, the teacher assigned me for a Wednesday class which is CCA day (my favorite day, don't ask why). OK, getting warmer here. I called the MOE Language Centre but there was no answer. When at last somebody had picked up, he asked me to call the French department. When I called the French department, they said the class transfer person in charge has left (as you can imagine, I experienced a violent convulsion after slamming the phone, I mean clicking disconnect button).

The email was my last resort and I gave it a shot. I sent the most formal letter I have ever written (to a real person, not those excruciating exercises given by Mrs. Ang, my most beloved English teacher). And yes! They replied! I have left early today from school dreading to go for French when I saw the reply sent by the lovely (I have never seen her yet, but since she fulfilled my inner most desires, I am going to call her lovely) Madamoiselle Teo. She wrote this :

Eunice Paola Ramos Lacoste F4D,
Your new class is F4I, Tue-Thu, 4h30-6h30, Lab2/303.
Please print this message and give it to your new class teacher.

Yes!!! I am so happy. F4I is the class that Brian, Marry Ann and Erica is attending! I can be with my precious friends! I do not have to look imbecilic and stare at the teacher when she asks uncomprehensible questions all alone! I have Brian to do that with me! In addition, with Marry Ann and Erica's super-translator brains, I will not have any problem with my class tests! At ease soldier!

So there you go. A lovely fairytale story where all your dreams can come true! I was so happy that I ran all around the house, did some back rolls (since I cannot do cartwheels like those soccer players when the score goals) shouted into the pillow so my sleeping mother would only hear my muffled scream, danced around my sister's room and slipped on the floor, jumped up and down in spite of my throbbing ass and crashed and slumped into the computer chair gasping for breath, fagged out. Now that’s what you call celebration.

jermaine's barbeque

oh the beauty of life. bittersweet. always mixed with exhilaration and weariness. happiness and problems always hanging in the air. alternate uplifts and downfalls. from zenith to nadir and back and beyond.
yesterday i went out with jermaine, yuanlong, cheryl, adeline, and salome to bp plaza (the usual and only convinient hangout. with its cheapness and accesibility). ate at kfc, what we tought to be a tranquil place betrayed us and turned out to be quite disasterous when the lion dance demented the whole place. the most appaling performance i have seen so far. i was so revolted that i choked on my "fish ole" a couple of times, and i splashed tar tar sauce on my pearly white (yeah right) uniform! after all that, we of what accompanied adeline to buy her philosophy orange bag. then just looked around thinking of what present to buy.

i went back to school with nick to do something for ms c. i was tired but it was okay. we had a good time trying to figure how to operate the stupid weather measuring box (that's not the real name, i just do not know what it is called). i also gave ms y back the magazine. i say, it was a truly inspiring testimonial. it was touching and it was really sad. just that she reminded me of sir Job. it's painful just reading it. then i 'interviewed(?)" her. how's the visa coming along, which part of australia is she going, what school and all that. went home with ms c after that.

today had barbeque at jermaines house. we literally starved in her computer room as we played bridge. that's because the barbeque party was actually for her sisters class. that's weird huh. well we had fun inspite of the rumblings inside our emplty domes. we played fire crackers at the park and it popped on my hand! i had to go back to jermaine's house and get first aid. nurse jermaine took care of me and gave me a lollypop. then we went back to the park took part in the swing olympics (who can swing the highest, of course i won), the yuanlong see saw challenge (nobody was fit enough to stay stable on one side of the see saw while yuanlong was on the other side. he use hand the whole see saw can shake already!) and chippy the hamster challlenge which without doubt, jermaine had conquered. after that, they sent me to the bus stop as i need to get home by 2130.

stress

i do not know. seriously. i think that this year is more hectic than the preceding one. i mean i had been busy for all the time last year but i felt it was unproductive effort. however, for the past month i've done almost all of my homework in time. well, some assignments, like for history and a SINGLE workdsheet in maths, i have not passsed up. and yes, i've done atrociously for all my class tests. but i feel like i'm at least achieving something. yes, just a feeling. french is a different story of course. still, i have a long way to go. i must study vigorously day and night. nah, not night. i'll save night time for much needed rest. i am trying to keep a uniform sleeping habit by lying down at 2o3o and waking up at o7oo. unbelievable huh. but it works. somehow i am more active at lesson. well, despite the fact that zhenying is sitting beside me. i mean who can sleep when you're sitting beside a person like zhenying. on the contrary, one would probably get hyperactive just by sitting with her. anyways, sleeping and waking at a fixed time should curb my insomnia. no i do not think i'm suffering from it. just that i hate waking up tired and still sleepy. it makes life less humorous. some thing like this blog. yes maybe i should type something hilarious next time.

death

death. the point where our abrupt life ends. our clouded life. too fast for us to analyze our needs and wants. too brusk to achieve all our goals. too quick to be able to stop and say hello. too scant to be able to stop and say goodbye. too agile to say i love you. too sudden to say i am sorry. death is the limit. where everything stops. done bun can't be undone. what is not done can't be done. no more caresses from mom. no more rides with dad. no more hugs from little jenny. no more stories from grandpa. no more cookies from aunt betty. no more chats with rochelle. no more kisses from sam. no more bitter medicine. no more muscle cramps. no more bills. no more debts. no more sweat. no more. no more. no more. imprisoned inside an ornamented coffin. burried under the earth. where we can never see the light. where darkness lingers forever. compliments carved on a tombstone that soon everyone will forget.

death. the new begining. the fresh start. the adventure to the other world. where no living human has ever been. where all animosity and adversity are diminshed. where gold is like any ordinary stone. where paradize is just around the corner. the sweet air. the birds. the butterflies. the tranquality. the eternity. how long is the journey, no one knows. but we will get there. everyone will.

death. those who refuse to believe is sent to the opposite world. of destruction. uncurable diseases. unquenchable fire. crawling bugs. rivers of blood. gnashing of teeth. torns, spikes, blades. a bottomless pit. an eternal suffering.

death. a hunter. a collector. a new path. the narrow or wide gate. which one? which one? which one? you should have made you decision long ago. hurry hurry hurry. is it too late?

death.

haha

RELIEF.
i found the keys!it's been bothering me for ages (as stated in previous post)!it was in my bag all along! i was so scared! this key actually opens the picasso room. i borrowed it last thursday because i need materials to create a banner for the drama performance for chinese new year celebreation. the the owner of the key (a teacher) was saying in front of two individuals that i am dependable and that she trust me. she told me to take the keys home and return it to her the next day as she is leaving early. suddenly, i just forgot where i put when i reached home that faithful day. i was so distressed. her words keep on rewinding itself in my mind; "i only trust eunice... i only trust eunice... i only trust eunice..." honestly, i am one irresponsible person. heck! it's not my problem that i have short term memory. i was shocked actually at one time when a teacher praised me for being responsible! unbelievable. well i have a life. i don't mourn over the fact that i am forgetful. but i do something to cope with that problem. in that sense you can call me responsible. yet there are still extreme cases that it's inevitable. eventhough i like taking assignments, i try to minimize my voluteerings as i cannot handle huge jobs. sigh, it is hard to be marginalized.

church was like 'whoa' today. i mean it is like the fewest number of attendance i have encountered so far in this church. faith comunity baptist church is the second largest church here in singapore (i think). over eleven thousand people come for service every week. today, max pavillion was just so empty. it feels like only five hundred people came. however, i was able to get a sit in the front row! a wonderful experience. i almost turned deaf. ten amplifiers were blasting in front of my face! i could feel my pants vibrate. the really cool thing is that i can see rev eugene seow's face. i mean the screens were still there but i could see him upclose and personal. the sermon was about celebrating the family. you know, the fifth comandment about respecting you parents. i think i will continue and try my best to respect them. otherwise, the consequences are drastic. read your bible and you will know.

another wonderful day.

charity rue

what a nice day. peaceful and tranquil. insignificant yet exhilarating. reposeful yet engaging. paradoxical huh.

i've been doing work the whole day. still, you must understand that if you like what you are doing and you are doing what you like, it seems as if life is like a recreation. so you ask, what have i been doing? well, i've been working on my farewell scrapbook project for half of the day. i read the newspaper a while ago. i also put in use the english gramar book that was rendered to me during the salvation army charity drive.

can you believe it? i was doing a charity drive and i plundered stuff from the charity items! well not exactly, the person-in-charge gave it to me without her superior's notice. i was thinking if i did not accept this, it might be, at this moment, present in better hands or someone who needed it more than me. however, the book has provided me with loads of valuable information that is what i exactly needed. so in conclusion, the pludering act is vindicated right? right!

even so, i am bothered with the usual reason that made me upset. this reason, i cannot disclose as i will be in deep trouble if i do. i have yet examined this problem of mine as i am petrified of it's consequences if it appears to be genuine. yes, i am bothered over something which might not be existant at all. it's the same situation as being afraid of a ghost. you figure out the rest, aye?

well nothing else to blabber about. might as well resign.

alor, aurevior es tous!

cny

a felicitous new year to everyone. nothing much to talk about. i mean, i have TONNES of things to talk about. things that is buried deep in my heart that disoblige me greatly. nevertheless, this cyber webpage that is much open to the public is not the place that i have trust in. my diary is collecting dust as i am too lazy to write. i am suppose to go to a cell meeting around 3pm but now that i had mentioned the taboo word - lazy - i have not much interest in going out of the house or even getting up in this comfortable chair that i am in. yes, here me rattle on about nonsense. i only do this for the sake of practising my english and to update my ageing blog.


well now what shall we talk about today. what about the embarrassment of going on stage with the whole class and sing an incomprehensible song because if you don't, you might feel guilty of standing up with your class. well it was okay if i am positioned far behind those cheesy people who had decided that this is just another chance to unite one another, but no, my face is exposed to the whole world as i am placed in front. well, i felt that if i didn't go our dearest form teacher would condemn me. that is just my assumption. he does look down to people who are infidel. so what can i do? but honestly, it is okay for me. i am just complaining for the sake of being able to put some contents on this corny blog.


another subject that we must talk about is non other than my drama club's performance. once again, we manifested our talents in front of the crowd. well it was not as good as our previous performances. it was average. i am partly responsible and to be blamed for this fiasco. i backed out. yes, it is a thing that i would not usually do but did so. i just do not feel like acting for this time round. i am already to exposed and i wanted others, like marx, to have a chance. another rationale is that i think the script is nada. sorry but i thought it was. not to hurt the feelings of those who contributed. and i know i should not judge as i myself did not help with the script. yet again i did not assist them with writing the script as i felt i should let other people try. i gave reasons like: i am a christian and my faith denounces horoscopes therefore i chose not to. well that IS TRUE. though i only thought of that reason for the last minute. however, my mom actually forbade me to join. so, there it goes. anyways, the sec ones are doing quite good. especially syaza. superb i say.


i gave mr amin and ms yee hong paos. well it should be the other way round but hell with that. i am going to miss this two dearly as they are going overseas to study. that ms yee especially. she was like "this is my last performance with all of you" and i was like "GO AWAY LAH!!!". i mean, i feel so bad and dismayed that she is leaving. i have been living the last months of last year in that state and it worsens every passing day. she, on the other hand, magnifies this demoralization. yes, i know what you are thinking! EVIL! i thought so too. but do not say that because if you do i am going to beat you till you bleed.


a lot of alumni came back. one such beloved alum is dawina who is my sister in drama. khadijah, my most beloved lost friend who was looking for her most beloved norazura came too. i miss them so much! joyce did not come as she thinks that going back at this time is of no significance. plus, she just got her operation therefore she needs to rest. habel did not go, though his friend hafiz, azree and shadiqin were present. this is because he is engrossed in work. naqia is studying and therefore is unable to come. well, that is okay with me as they are coming back on the tenth of febuary.


well, that is all i have in store.


peace out y'all

here it goes again

oh dear
there it goes again
infected
my wounds are throbing
missed you so much
the knife retreated
i tried to critisize
to hate
verbally
just to forget
but the wave gushed in suddenly
the impact never as strong
so you've been summoning
your forces
my sheild is broken
my house is run down
i am going to rebuild again
so goodbye
and memories will always stay

high

what the hell!
bad day today.
shit all the fucking people out there.
wish i could stop cursing.
i hate french.

suddenly, i miss you.
its been too long
its been too near
all i want is to stay clear

insomnia

have decided what will my topic be for my 'o' level art course. insomnia. its the first thing that came to my mind this morning after reading a few pages of stephen king's likewise book. i'll try to put in as much faith as possible. i can do this. all i need is some stolen ideas and i'm off to getting and a1. hopefully. what i actually mean is on my knees praying that i'll get an a. but really, faith will be paid for right? right?

english project

whatever.

sat in front of the com the whole day doing the english project. MY BACK HURTS!

you suck! i wich i could go overseas to study and live in a dormitory or something so i can stay away from you!

i am finally getting the hang of school. for this week, i was not in class at all. maybe sometimes i would sneek up to class and try to catch some lessons. but i'm missing alot of things


today wasn't as tiring as yesterday. yesterday, i performed the comedy script that charmaine made about robbery. well i was certainly dog-tired. the first performance was okay but it got a bit messy in the middle but i gave my best shot in the end. the audience's response was satisfying. they laughed at the punch lines and all. i think we made a good impression but damn, my back hurts alot! i found out that the lead role is the most tiring part to play (first time!).


today more than twenty sec ones applied for drama. sadly there's only one or two guys but that's fine. those are not confirmed yet though so we still need to audition them. they might change their mind about how daunting drama can be. well i don't blame them. at first i told myself that i would be insane before i join drama. well now, yes i am insane. it does take a lot for one person to step out and act without self-consciousness, but once you had done that, the road gets more straight and more smooth than you imagined it would be. ms yee did not come today. i think she went overseas for some conference.


i seriously think drama can't go on without ms yee. for the mean time we are doing fine. but what about the long run? its not ms ng who led us to victory during the act drama retreat but ms yee. whatever she taught us for the past few years had been with us during the competion. ms ng was just there to ensure we are safe and that we can manage. i remeber before the competion i told nas (i dont think he can remeber this) how nervous i am. then he said that this play will be for ms yee. that kind of gave me the strength.


i think that time that she was away because of her blood infection, she became more close to us. not the physical distance but her presence filled us during the syf. everday we would shout "for ms yee!" and hoped and prayed that she would come back and get well soon. the bronze is not a big success, but she was the cause and effect of that success. the bronze was for her.


there is a reason why im writting this. though ms yee would never get to read this, i know the whole drama club loves her and will miss her.

second day of school. well, not bad. it was tiring though. i helped with sec 1 orrientation. a help that wasn't needed, wasn't asked, went unoticed, was not appreciated, but whole heartedly given. i'm going to say something about this year's council. in my opinion, tian wei and shila managed the school better beacuse of one thing; they were united as partners. even though the rest of the council was in chaos, tian wei and shila often fought, but always worked things out. unlike master ibrohim and mistress rouning. i think the malays in the council are againts the chinese and that there is alot of backstabbing going on betweeen the council. in theory, this will never work out. an unstable cornerstone will send the whole building crumbling down. what i mean is this council is not united. hence, i sense, so will be the next.

drama is eating up all my energy. and i want to back-out. but i am not willing to as i told ms yee that i'm in. if i told her that i changed my mind she would reprimand without limit as how i know she will. im not quiting i just do not want to perform for the sec 1 orientation. well at least she is less ferocious than ms victoria chong. both of them are contemporary by the way, i just found out. no reason for this outburst of information. just that they have both the same reputation. nevertheless, i want to gve my best for drama as my previous cca's are of atrocious reminisence. therefore i feel that i have found a home in drama.

as you can see i am trying to improve my english by writting as fluent as i can. i want to get straight A's for 'O' levels as i want to get an overseas scholarship. praying that i would. i made up my mind that i want to be a psychologist. whatever that word means.

this is insane.

school has reopened. that is a sad story. but i do miss school. sometimes when you have nothing to do at home. well, that didnt happen this holiday. i was running ro two months. but i still missed school. well. first day was bad. when i said bad i mean bad. that's because i reconciled with french and that's the worst thing that could ever happen. i went out of school early and headed for bishan but i found out that i had no lessons for that day. i was embarrased in front of the whole class that i mistakenly entered. and i had a tough ride home. well this is all thanks to my stupid french teacher, mr gilbert, who called me and said i'm having lessons on tuesday and thursday at 4:30pm while it is supposed to be at wednesday adn friday, 2:30pm. i wasted time. and i was exausted. my transport money also wasted. beacause of this, i had no energy left for my drums lesson and i mess up the whole time. i couldn't get the beat rigth when my tempo goes above 125. that sucked. but school was okay. nothing much embarassing happened at school. anyways. bad day. but who cares. its normal.

HAPPY NEW YEAR EVERYONE!