speech day

today. stupid ler... went 2 sch when i cud be dreAmin in bed till 11. but instead... i HAD 2 join string ensemble, n choral speakin, n play 4 rach. sheesh.... well, i suppose tt's da price 2 pay 4 wat, glory? nah! a chance of fame? nt tt either. then i guess it must be jz wantin 2 contribute 2 da sch. my arse! let's jz assume it's 1 of dose funny, weird, inexplainable things dat I hv 2 go n do 2 ruin my sleep (yea, sleeps lyke O2 2 mua k....). oh, n btw... it's speech day i'm tokkin (crappin) abt here. no time now. details later. tt is, if i rmb. anyway, it was b o r i n g. wastin my time.

= lousy yesterday= *moan... mumble, mumble....*

it's me.... again. ntg much 2 report 2day... xept tt today didn't go as badly as i expected. yea, on da contrary, it went better than yesterday. yesterday... saturday... my supposedly fav day... 1 word fer it... it SUCKED! well, i woke up wif a cold... well, i didn't think so at 1st... only after i couldn't stop sneezin my head off 4 lyke, da whole mornin, afternoon, evenin.... did i well, realised. u noe. so i was like " can u ..ah-TCHOO!!...sniffle, sniffle... pls get..oopS...runnin nose...me a *snort* sniffle... tissuee....-aahH-AH CHoo...." da whole day. n i gt scolded by my mom... like BIG time (let's not get into it) . actually, i'm still nt sure abt wut she was mad abt oso. o well...n later, 4 YAS... my parents came 2 pick us (me n sis) late. i mean, i shud be happy, rite.. tis gives me n opportunity 2 mingle around wif ma old frens... but i dunno... sumhow it seems as if we've realli drifted apart. we were like, almost strangers. so weird. it didn't feel gd, didn't rest wif ma soul. n later, watched 'the fast n da furious' wif my dad. it's a cool movie... joe wuddve liked it (or likes it, hez prob watched it 4 like, a hundred times... who noes?), lotsa fast, gorgeous, sleek n hot cars (n 4 ur info, so r da babes/ women/gals/ skanks... wuteva.). absolute drool material... yes, even 4 gals (i meant da cars, in case sickos think otherwise). after tt, like da 'kuai' gal tt i am... OII!! is tt snickerin i hear??.... i went 2 bed.

i want sum1 who is...

pris , esther n da rest hv come up wif a weird n unique way of counting guys traits. they jz write down all gd (or bad) traits into a list n pair up 2 any guy tt they choose 2 see if he fits da discription (example: romantic, caring, non-poser, etc....) n count up da traits tt pair over all da traits x 100%. confused? sry ler.. it's hard 2 explain tis way. so, i've come up wif my own (haha... ok fine, a lil copyrighted from them) list a things i want in my bf? soul-mate? i dunno... yeayea... i noe... no1's perfect, but it wun hurt 2 hv almost everything, will it?

i wud like sumone who is...
on fire 4 God
a musician (i mean, who wouldn't want some1 2 serenade them and well... i jz like musicians ok)
romantic
a boiling soul (lolz... sounds weird. in other words, passionate)
older than me
not a smoker/drunk/drug addict (goes without sayin, smokin n drinkin stinks, i mean, literally)
my soul-mate
a dreamer
funny without trying to be (every1 needs humour in their lives... rite?)
compassionate abt animals
loyal
loving
respecful of every1
young at heart (but not immature)
a reader (oh, so u think ppl who read r nerds? )
open abt their feelings n nt shy 2 express it
there 2 protect me
not an abuser
willing 2 wait hours (ok, i'm exagerrating) 4 me when we eat. i told tt 2 my mom n she sed i needed sum1 who can talk a lot 2 entertain himself/me while waitin 4 me 2 get f.o.o.d into my mouth. heheh... any takers?
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i think tt's all i can think of now. i'm sure there's more but these r da main ones... i think... maybe it's a lil weird 2 be thinkin abt these things right now... but it's alwiz gd 2 noe wut u want. tho things dun turn out da way u want them 2 most of da time. tho, y am i even sayin all this??? i mean, i've nvr even experienced this b4...

so bz...

bz,bz,bz... tt's wut tis week has been. not only do i hv like, a ton of hw from my ever-so-kind-n-hardworking teachers (which leaves me hardly any time 2 study), i've gt preparations 4 speech day too. speaking of which, i'm in 3 items out of 6. man! i've really gt my hands full. n i hv 2 change clothes like crazy on tt day. after da prize giving n all tt (yawn!), it'll be da presentations. 1st item... string ensemble, then song, then choral speaking (yay! get 2 show ppl wut was it tt made us da zone champs n also da best in pg island), then sumthin else... duno wut, then rachel's solo perfomance wif emily, rosabelle n i backing her up (wif our instruments la!), n lastly.. da school choir. so u see, i'm so, so full (figuratively speakin).

a cause to worry abt: i've gt: a) no black covered shoes (need them 4 strings)
b) no long sleeved white collar shirt/blouse... wtv

sigh! wutta life! so bzbzbz, wif lotsalotsalotsa hw, n notimenotimenotime to study.

goin bonkerz

arghh!!! braindrain! braindrain! 1 & 1/2 hours of chem tuition n i think i've jz killed all of my brain cells by overworking them. he-lp! i'm jz nt cut out 4 tis kindda thing (wallowing in self pity)
. yeah, well... a gal's gotta do wut a gal's gotta do.... which i dun see da point in puttin here since it has no relevance. aight, i've gone bonkers n it's all chem's fault.

today. i woke up wif a bad feelin, of dread, da sinkin of my heart (ok,ok...i'll stop wif da dramatics) . i mean, it's sunday, da day which i used 2 luv but now dread. why? cos i've now gt fundamentals music class (which i'm forced 2 take n which i hate) n chem tuition. how wonderful! sumthin which i hate, n the other which i'm bad in... all in a day. yeayea... now u noe why my mood has been as bleak as da sky 2day.

story of a gal

ntg of importance or mention worthy tis week. cept tt i changed my physics n chem tuition. haha.. borin... i noe. hopefully tis works out ler.. can't keep flunkin my subs. [jz drank almost a whole box af milo...i'm so full i think i'm gonna puke ...] .

wut can i say...? ok, let's jz start wif me. since i've gt ntg 2 say... me is a gd idea (tho 'I' is the most selfish word). here goes....

this is a story of a girl
who cried a river n drowned the whole world
while she looks so sad in photographs
i absolutely luv her... when she smiles.

oops... wrong topic. tt's 'story of a gal'... definately nt my story. but i think it's such a sweet song. *hint, hint* tt's y i like musicians.... haha. ahem. about me... aikz.. dun u think 'about me' is so overrated n overused.... esp in frenster.

tis is a story of a gal, who's scared of reptiles (cept iguanas) n luvs dogs. she gets moody,gloomy n blue when ppl r happy (sumtimes i laugh...sumtimes i hide) n high when da world's all sad n down. she likes 2 think of herself as 'all tt' but noes in her heart of hearts tt she's not. she's also a jack of all trades but a master of none (real sad story... tt 1), to find her niche in life, 2 belong sumplace, 2 secure her future, her frens, her family, her life. when u glance at her, u might find sum1 who's comfortable n confident wif who she is. sum1 who has gt it all goin 4 her.... but take a minute 2 really stare deep into her soul. is it still da same person u tot she was? the same feelins u tot she had, concealed within da well constructed facade of 'perfection'? wut i see, is a needle in a haystack yelling 2 be heard, n drowning in ntgness (as cliche as it sounds). did u ever think u wud hv seen all of tt in her had she not unlock da door 2 her heart? only one see's it. He sees everything. He's knowned all abt her all along. He is da 1 true friend n Saviour tt can & will carry her thru her (n every1 else's 1, 4 tt matter) troubles , thru thick n thin. to laugh together n 2 cry together wif Him. yes, how fortunate tt she has found Him. He who by God's grace has been sent 2 save da world. yes, it is He... JESUS, my Lord & Saviour.

2 QUESTIONS roxx!!!

salvation army flag day

i nvr knew tt collecting donations was so hard. u really got 2 hav da guts 2 go up 2 ppl n ask them 4 wutever cause. i make a pledge, NVR to turn down those ppl askin 4 donations (4 a gd cause) ever again... u hv my sympathies man. anyway, this was how we collected money.

place: Sunshine Farlim n shoplots surrounding
time: 8.00 - 10.00 (but we were picked up by da driver an hr late)
no. of ppl collectin: 6 (me, pris, leena, ross, emily & rosabelle)

log of events:
7.30- reached salvation army children centre. we actually reached at 7 at da s.a church n waited 4 almost 20 mins but then a kind soul pulled over 2 tell my dad where it was actually. singned in n all tt... then waited 4 da van 2 drop us at wherever.

8.00- reached farlim. we divided in2 3 pairs n went our seperate ways. it was a gd but bad idea oso. cos da 2 R's (ross n rosabelle) went in2 real kiasu mode n immediately went 2 serbu their 'victims'. hhaha.... well it did look like tt, u noe...while they were busy hearin coins in their cans... leena n i were walkin around da shoplots lyke idiots. we didn't get much cos we were too chicken 2 approach any1. must hv looked stupid walkin around wif our cans doin ntg.

8.30- still walkin around aimlessly. stopped by 7/11 4 awhile. leena got her 1st coin. then, met pris n em. while we were tokkin, a chef from da tim sum shop called us cos he wanted 2 donate. i got it. haha. then suddenly, both of us got into da mood 2 collect... dunno how. maybe cos of dde encouragement from them. whoever u r.. thx a lot... tis gal rmb's ur jasa.

8.35- attacked da coffee shop customers with vigour. most of them already donated but there were sum really nice ppl who did.

9.15- many tables n donations later... we were doin our round around da shoplots cos i think da coffee shop ppl were sick of us n wanted 2 be left in peace wif their food... saw a tuition centre n students outside it.... [evil grin].... fresh meat. so, we approached them 2 ask, n surprisingly, they were actually realli, realli nice as 2 dig their pockets 4 change. 1 guy, he was so sweet (kindda gorgeous... in a sweet way. n his attd too). he wanted 2 donate but had no change.... he realli looked so cute/sweet when he apologised tt i felt lyke huggin him. crazy i noe... n i do not lyke him ok....

9.20- went into da mamak cafe. yuck, tis is da gross part. so i went 2 ask 2 guys who were sittin there. then, there was tis big group of guys (who noes how old they r) , they were callin n u noe... doin da disgusting things tt gross guys usually do. i went anyway. afterall, there was a whole table of ppl wanting 2 donate. so, all i did was, clamp my mouth shut, smile, n handed my tin around. da stupid ppl wanted 2 look at my name n give me their phone no.'s. n of cos... laughin lyke drunken fools. but, at least i got abt hopefully 10 bucks from them. suckers.

9.27- recoverin from da traumatic experience.

9.45- resume collectin. still able 2 get money.

10.00- went 2 get slurpies or izzit slushies at 7/11.

10.10- on da way bac, met my frens at mc d. went 2 sit 4 awhile. catch up wif da news. met da f5's who walked from farlim market 2 sunshine. quite a feat..... 4 them. not bad, not bad.

10.30- sat on da bench 2 wait for da man 2 fetch us bac.

11.00- man came. angry tt we did not follow his orders n waited at da designated spot. haiyo... it was sooo hot ler.... did he expect us 2 wait 4 him 2 come 4 like wut, half an hr in da sun???

11.30- balik.

tired, vry tired. n now, my head aches. alot. better stop. need 2 eat n sleep now. 2nite... all eyes on frees (frogs, no offence meant wutsoever).

friday summary of da week (n of 2moro)

haiyo... i've been sososo lazee. dunno wut's wrong wif me... ok, i noe i'm not exactly da world's most hardworkin student, but... i try.... n tis week... believe me, i've no idea wut i've been doin wif maself.
n i can't study much 2moro either. got things 2 do ler.
at da break of dawn... go 2 da salvation army place. it's 2 collect donations 4 da needy. tell me again, wut da salvation army are fighting 4? i mean, wut cause??? and, if ur wonderin why i'm actually being so mulia 2 offer 2 go collect donations on a precious saturday mornin... i've gotta do my 10 hours of kerja amal 4 rangers (so far i've done abt 4 hrs)n, of cos... i'm naturally a vry gd/generous/kind person. fine! laugh if u want. i'll get my rm20 (u need 2 get at least 20 bucks 2 get a cert), u'll see... even if i hv 2..umm..add a lil from my own pocket.
n then at nite, go 4 da pfs concert. "all eyes on frogs" oops, i mean frees. b4 i get beaten up... sry la... it looks lidat on da ticket. my frens tot it was when they 1st bought it. can't wait 2 see wut they hv 4 us. elisha (x-cglian) is emceeing n she promised us sumthin...so... o well... jz go n see ler, 2moro.
tis week in sch was kindda fun... lotsa free periods which we used 4 practisin our cheers (NOT cheerleading ok). my class is goin 2 support emily when she goes 4 'youth speaks 4 da nation'. yea em's got da spirit! (ok... tt's freaky comin from me...). anyway, my class will be supporting her, n it's supposedly a vry BIG thing if u go n support (n cheer). i tot it was jz be there n hold up wutever banners u hv n jz yelling stuff... but no... it's like sum kindda performance.on stage b4 em presents her speech. weird! but u noe wut tis means? lotsa work (tho i doubt we'll finish cos it's nxt sat), bossy ppl runnin da show (4A politics, sigh)n lotsa $$$ if we win... which i seriously doubt. i like da $$$ part, hehe...so, tis week, i've been learnin claps n all tt, which is pretty cool n offending cheers my frens tot me which ,i think, will prob disqualify us if we were 2 do it on tt day in front of da judges. who wants 2 learn da offending cheers, call me anytime. i'll be more than happee 2 show ya.

philosophy... by yours truly

next up... me. then, me. later... me again. sry ler... tis is my blog so it's practically abt me. if u wanna read 1 abt urself, get ur own. muahaha... i sound like an ol' hag. which (excuse my kembangness) i'm not. thank goodness. anyway...
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my past? nah, boring. my take on da past is tt wut's gone is gone, wut's over cannot be taken back. so, no use regretting everyday; like how i used to regret refusing 2 learn ballet long, long ago when my mom offered 2 take me. how cud i be so stupid as 2 not go... big sigh... i luv dancin, n i'm not bad at it. if only i had learnt, i wud hv been even better. or not. but there u go... there's absolutely no point in regretting wut u cud've done but didn't do. even if i had a chance 2 go bac n redo da wrongs, i wudden ; cos then i wud hv 2 face da bad n also da gd stuff life's had 4 me. hmm... sounds almost scholar-ish coming from me. haha...my frens wud've had a fit if they saw tis.
n y is tt, u ask... well, basically, i'm not as serious as i sumtimes sound here. esp during weekends when i go partially insane. i mean, u can't be crazy n do weird stuff in schook rite... so, i'm like tis dual-personality kindda person. responsible & almost dependable monitor n canteen prefect in sch (btw, guess who gt elected as chairman of da board of canteen pre's.) n the crazee irresponsible gal outside. not really, no. wutever. i mean it as an example... u noe.

anyway, i gotta go swimmin now. i'll continue later if i've got da mood n if i dun get writer's block by then.