Rain rain rain

I took some pretty pictures of my house. It was raining. Wheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!

The Prestige

Yep! Finally watched it. Loved it. Hugh hugh hugh. My Hottie Hugh! I won't reveal anything here. Go watch it yourself but all I can say is that it's bloody good! Whooooooo!

Bad bad bad

I watched 10 Things I hate About You and the movie rocked! Seriously, who can resist the sexy Heath Ledger with long hair and a very sexy Aussie accent? Julia Stiles of course! This is one awesome romantic teen flick/comedy featuring my David Krumholtz. You'd know David more as the Mathematical prodigy Charlie Epps in Numb3rs. Anyway, I wasted the whole day, doing practically nothing other than watching movies.

Yeah, today I watched a grand total of 4 movies and Disney Channel. I watched Exorcist: The Begining, Scary Movie 4 (couldn't resist watching the Exorcist parody), 10 Things I Hate About You and of course at the moment I am watching the sexy Keanu Reeves in Constantine. Wheeee! Like I always say, the Devil's gay in that movie...gives me scarring images of the devil and Lucifer. Oh my God! Someone please make me stop, staple my mouth if need be! I am so going to hell for this.

I can't wait for normal lessons to resume at school. School life is becoming boring and lethargic with intense mother tongue lessons and PW. I have free periods during mt and PW is something I absolutely loathe and hate. So you can imagine what a drag it is for me to go to school. Which kind of explains why in this week, I only went to school once. Oh but before you go around thinking I am delinquent, let me explain that Tuesday and Friday (today, you dolt!) were declared a holiday while Monday was a half day. I graced my presence at school on Wednesday and was mortified by how boring school life has become. Sheesh!

Can't wait for Week 10. It's going to be intense revision for next year and there's Econs and Maths and History everyday! Not too enthusiastic over Literature but I am making an effort to really enjoy the subject and hopefully get an A next year. Plus promo results are going to be released. It's ridiculous they're making us wait for so long. Can you imagine the anxiety we are all put through? Hopefully I can do well. I know I can pass because the papers went okay, not disastrous. Let's just hope I can do well enough to acheive the target I set for myself. Also, what I am most afraid of is that what if my class gets split up? I don't want my friends to retain. I wish everyone got promoted so that we can have joyful J2 year as Class 221, the most annoying class in YJC. Heee! Well let's hope for the best! :D

WTC - 9/11

Yesterday during History we watched this 9/11 video shot live by 2 filmmakers. Actually they were filming one guy from the NY Fire Station. Well the fire department got a call that there was a supposed underground gas leak near WTC buildings and they went there to investigate. One of the film makers tagged along and he was video taping the incident and for a moment diverted his camera to capture the WTC building and BOOM! The first plane crashed into the South tower and the explosion was caught live on tape.

It was really disturbing because you can almost feel what the people trapped in WTC building were feeling. I mean, you have a burning plane stuck on the 80th floor and jet fuel has damaged the elevator and you have no chance of escaping. You stay there, trapped in an inferno, because from the looks of it, the site of collision was burning. I am assuming the 80th floor and a few other floors were burning as well. I almost choked in tears as I tried to imagine what the people felt.

But it was great to watch how firemen from all over New York poured into WTC building within minutes after receiving the call. They mobilised themselves quickly and the cheifs set up a command centre at the lobby. But you know what really really hurt and disturbed me? Was when the narrator said that the people couldn't be evacuated through the lobby door because there were not only debries falling, but people too. I mean you could hear it, a big THUD and you could tell someone just ended his/her life. I mean I heard from people who watched the whole tragedy and how traumatized they were when they saw people jumping down from those high floors, some of them on fire...it was just sad and painful.

Then, the filmmaker managed to capture the collapse of the whole South tower. He was inside the tower when it collapsed! However, him and the other firemen managed to escape unharmed but you could hear the noise and the trembles when the tower was collapsing. That was just part 1. Mr. Tay says there's a part 2 to the tragedy. I seriously don't think I can take anymore of it. Even though this is supposed to give us an overview of our next History topic, that is Islamic Fundamentalism but seriously, I never took the WTC tragedy seriously until yesterday. By that I mean, yeah sure I heard about the tragedy and I felt bad for the people who lost their loved ones but this...it just gave me a whole new image of what happened on 9/11/2001. And today I truly feel pained about this tragedy. I mean how could people do this to their own kind? I mean sure the terrorists think they're fighting their own battle but no religion preaches taking the life of innocent people as a honourable thing to do.

I hope nothing of this sort happens in the future. Can't everyone just live in peace?

Xabiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii

I feel mesmerized by this man.

He is so sophisticated.

Eloquent.

Elegant.

Gentle.

Fluffy.

Almost like a teddy bear.

His name is Xabi Alonso.

My adventures at vivo

Went to Vivo City on Friday to celebrate the end of promos with Yixie and Daryl. It was fun! I mean Vivo was like any other shopping mall, with lots of shop, even the new outlet, Gap. I'd say Gap's just a fake immitation of Levi. At least that's what all the Jeans looked like. Anyway, the funny thing at Vivo is that there is no decent place to eat. We went to Sakae but the prices scared the crap out of us. Then we ventured into some of the restaurants, knowing well enough that we couldn't afford it, and were mersmerized by the prices.

Eventually we settled for Subway, which ironically was outside Vivo City. It was in the Harbourfront mall. Anyway, we ended up spending almost 10 bucks on a meal. Lol! See?

After eating, we went boozing. Haha! We devirginized Daryl. Not in that sense you stupid little pervert. It was D's first experience with alcohol. So he stuck to a Vodka (5% alc) . Haha!

We would've gotten a Ben and Jerry's if the stall was open. Anyway, went home around 10.30+ and my parents were running a riot. Stupid people. I mean hello, which part of EXAMS ARE OVER do they not understand? Anyway, I was too tired to argue so I went straight to bed. Muahahahahhaa!

Fun Fun Fun

Resa and I have the funniest conversations ever. Today, we were talking about Girls Aloud and how we should audition for it, she said we should form our own band with 2 of our favourite footballers who might just consider a change in profession. Iker Casillas and Luis Figo. Here's the conversation.


You asked me to describe you in 2 words, here they are : Obsessive Compulsive Pyschotic Bitch...oh that's 4 words... says:
let's go and audition

maybe i'm just bad luck says:
or we can form our own band!

You asked me to describe you in 2 words, here they are : Obsessive Compulsive Pyschotic Bitch...oh that's 4 words... says:
yeah.

You asked me to describe you in 2 words, here they are : Obsessive Compulsive Pyschotic Bitch...oh that's 4 words... says:
hee

You asked me to describe you in 2 words, here they are : Obsessive Compulsive Pyschotic Bitch...oh that's 4 words... says:
I can do the guitar since I play it...you can sing...we need a drummer...you think Iker might consider a change of profession?

maybe i'm just bad luck says:
Possibly.

maybe i'm just bad luck says:
but Luis plays drums!

maybe i'm just bad luck says:
he'd be offended we didn't ask him

You asked me to describe you in 2 words, here they are : Obsessive Compulsive Pyschotic Bitch...oh that's 4 words... says:
he can ummm...join our band as long as he promises never to take his shirt off and reveal the hairy body

You asked me to describe you in 2 words, here they are : Obsessive Compulsive Pyschotic Bitch...oh that's 4 words... says:
otherwise, our band's publicity is at stake

maybe i'm just bad luck says:
or if he waxes?

You asked me to describe you in 2 words, here they are : Obsessive Compulsive Pyschotic Bitch...oh that's 4 words... says:
possible...

You asked me to describe you in 2 words, here they are : Obsessive Compulsive Pyschotic Bitch...oh that's 4 words... says:
he could appeal to the mid 30s ladies especially

You asked me to describe you in 2 words, here they are : Obsessive Compulsive Pyschotic Bitch...oh that's 4 words... says:
did you watch the movie coyote ugly?

maybe i'm just bad luck says:
yis!

You asked me to describe you in 2 words, here they are : Obsessive Compulsive Pyschotic Bitch...oh that's 4 words... says:
remember Adam Garcia and how he was being auctioned

You asked me to describe you in 2 words, here they are : Obsessive Compulsive Pyschotic Bitch...oh that's 4 words... says:
maybe after a gig we can do the same with Luis

You asked me to describe you in 2 words, here they are : Obsessive Compulsive Pyschotic Bitch...oh that's 4 words... says:
hahahahaha!

maybe i'm just bad luck says:
*emoticon*

You asked me to describe you in 2 words, here they are : Obsessive Compulsive Pyschotic Bitch...oh that's 4 words... says:
lol

Eyelash Wishes - The All American Rejects

I love this song. If you want it, ask me on MSN. :)

"Eyelash Wishes"

Spin around
Tell me what to say
Break down
And no other way
What is it
Is this it
This is it

Back to
I never knew your name
Stick through
Soon after the rain
She shines
How she shines
This is it

And shadows blend one last time (save those kisses)
Your picture speaks on this time (eyelash wishes)

Cause I been up 3 days
Awake awake
2 more weeks
And I’m turning to fade
The world still turns
What makes sense
Stretch this song to a fever cadence
Up 3 days
Awake awake
2 more weeks
And I’m turning to fade
And all things close
All I wish
Never change these distances

Green eyes
Everything I see
Green skies
If left up to me
And I know
And she knows
This is it

And shadows blend one last time (save those kisses)
Your picture speaks on this time (eyelash wishes)

Cause I've been up 3 days
Awake awake
2 more weeks
And I’m turning to fade
The world still turns
What makes sense
Stretch this song to a fever cadence
Up 3 days
Awake awake
2 more weeks
And I’m turning to fade
And all things close
All I wish
Never change these distances

Just be brave
Just listen to me
Your heart gives mine reason to beat
Now

Cause I've been up 3 days
Awake awake
2 more weeks
And I'm turning to fade
The world still turns
What makes sense
Stretch this song to a fever cadence
Up 3 days
Awake awake
2 more weeks
And I'm turning to fade
And all things close
All I wish
Never change these distances

And shadows blend one last time (save those kisses)
Your picture speaks on this time (eyelash wishes)

End of Promos

Contrary to the popular belief, I realized that teachers aren't exactly out to get us during exams. I've been told many many times over the past 6 years that teachers plot our downfall by setting the toughest papers during exams. They want us to fail, feel demoralized, feel worthless and stupid. And yes, I know a few teachers who examplify that notion but I realized, in YJ, no matter how stringent the promotional criteria is, the teachers actually want us to pass. And my history teacher is a living testament to that. The paper he set for us today was child's play. The same questions he had gone through over and over again. It is quite obvious he wants us to pass, not only that, he wants us to pass with flying colours. He could've set killer questions but he didn't. He made it easy for us and I thank him for that.

Literature was okay, except the Unseen Poetry section where there was actually a typo-error. And I realized that if the typo-error had been spotted during the exam, it would've made the interpretation of the poem much much easier. Kingsley was the one who found the error and he notified our teacher. Strangely, our teacher has yet to respond to the error. Do you think they should give us compensation marks? Hell yes, because if the error wasn't there, interpreting it would have been much much easier. All my classmates and levelmates have been complaining about how difficult it was to interpret that one pathetic poem. Come on!

Overall, promos went quite okay. I know I can pass everything, and I'm hoping for an A in both Econs and History because they were the best subjects. Maths was reasonable and I'll be content with a B and Literature would probably be a C because of the poem. GP, I am not sure but I know I did enough to ensure at least a C. Maybe a B or if I am lucky, I might get an A. I'll keep my fingers crossed. Anyway, now that the promos are over, there is no point contemplating on what's been done. I know I cannot change my answers or anything, so the best thing is to keep my fingers crossed, hoping I get safely promoted to J2 with my classmates.

Because it's Lit tomorrow, look what yours truly is doing!!!

You're Totally Sarcastic

You sarcastic? Never! You're as sweet as a baby bunny. Seriously, though, you have a sharp tongue - and you aren't afraid to use it. And if people are too wimpy to deal with your attitutde, then too bad. So sad.

How Sarcastic Are You?

You Are Bold And Brave

But daring? Not usually? You tend to like to make calculated risks. So while you may not be base jumping any time soon... You are up for whatever's new and (a little) exciting!

How Daring Are You?

You Are Creepy

Serial killers would run away from you in a flash.

How Scary Are You?

Oh joy!

Exams

Why is it that people always tremble when the word "Exams" is uttered? Why is it that we feel this utter sense of impending doom approaching us? I mean exams is just a recollection of all the things we have learnt on a normal school day right? Be it maths, or Econs or Lit or even History, why is it that the word exam brings such terror to our hearts and mind? I don't get it. I mean if you revise your work thoroughly, should you really be worried?

Yes, I am saying this in relation to my Promotional Examination which ends on Thursday with the last paper being International History. That means, regurgitating a whole lot of information on the Cold War and how people like Truman, Kennedy, Stalin, Brezhnev and Gorbachev played a part in escalating and ending this long war. But I am not really worried. I don't brag to be the best in History but I am reasonably good. I mean I have yet to fail. On the contrary I have yet to receive an A grade for my essays. So far, my teacher only gave me a high B or a C. I really need to impress him with my essays to earn my A. And I know I can do it, because I'll be frank, I am good in History. At least I am skilled enough to analyse and write according to the question requirements.

Tomorrow's my Lit paper. A subject I am not particularly fond of. Maybe that's because I never get an A for it. No matter how hard I try, it seems like my essays are always lacking either in depth or in analytical comments. I am trying my best and seeing my friends get constant As makes me sad. Of course I don't say this to anyone because I feel happy for them. They are surely doing something different that's getting them such high marks. I have even borrowed a few people's work to see where am I getting wrong. And I still see no clues. Well I am prepared to give one last shot tomorrow and if I still fail to get at least a B, I'm going to have long consultation sessions with my tutors. Maybe they can help me out here.

So far, I am done with Maths and Econs. They didn't go as perfectly as I had hoped. But I know I can get at least a B for both of them. I don't know, maybe if luck is on my side, I might actually get an A for Econs, which means H3!!!! Oh boy, I'd love to do H3 Econs because it's challenging and it requires individual study and research and write a research report. That means I'll be totally on my own but I'm sure I can consult my tutors. My parents are still having some reservations about H3. They are not too keen on me taking it because they fear I may not be able to cope. I don't know. Next year's pretty important, considering I have to sit for the most important exam in my life, The A Levels. I need to ace them in order to get out of Singapore and study some place nice like the States or UK. And my parents refuse to spend money on my overseas higher education unless I do well in the A levels. So that means 4 As.

I know I can do it. I had the excuse in the O-levels because I was doing triple science which I absolutely hated but was forced to take, thanks to my stupid Secondary School. But here I am, in a JC that allowed me to do the subjects that I simply adore. How can I not score straight As? Not only will I be letting my parents down, I'll let my school down because they gave me the sovereignity to choose my own subjects. Plus, I'll let myself down. Oh well, I'll have plenty of time to think about the As. Now to get through the Promos. Bye!

Photographs And Memories

The rain drops fall against the window
Creating tiny patterns,
The night grows darker,
As he slips into oblivion.

So many photos on the wall,
So many memories
Hidden in them all.
He tries to remember,
But they're lost to him forever.

His life's become a puppet
Fate has become it's string,
Everything he wished to remember
Were gone forever.

As the rain continues to pour
He stares at the wall
He looks at them photos,
One by one,
Still, no memories at all.

He lets out a sigh,
He knows he cannot deny
His memories of her, were lost forever.
And that is the reality,
He knows he must embrace.

Who Am I?

Who am I? That's the question which has been bothering me, ever since I graced myself with the book Sophie's World. Usually I am not much of a philosopher and neither do I think much about the existence of mankind or God or anything else. But lately, like dear Sophie in the book, I couldn't help but think who am I? Unlike her, I do not have an anonymous philosopher guiding me through letters in my mail box. So I was forced to think on my own.

I am a girl. I have short black hair, partially fair skin, black eyes, a semi-sharp nose, a pair of normal shaped lips, hands, legs, slightly rounded upper and lower body. But that's just the meta-physical definition of who I am. I have been given a name when I was born. Friends and family call me by that name and a few other pet names they identify me with. When I introduce myself to new people, I say my name " " and they forever remember me with that name. Whenever they hear my name, they'll associate it with a picture of me formulating in their mind.

But I wonder, is that who I am? Just another carbon based life form, functioning for a few decades or so, being given a name to distinguish myself from other life forms? I mean we always preach how clever mankind is from the rest of the animal kingdom and we pride ourselves with our MichelAngelos, Einsteins, Newtons, Picasos, Mozarts and so on. So I get it, I am a part of this ever-progressing race that has named itself as "MAN". So what? Does it really define who I am?

Suppose if I meet an alien from another planet, as barbaric as it sounds, if it was going to ask, "Who are you?" what would I answer to him? That I am a carbon-based life form and I belong to the race called "MAN" and that my name is " ". Wouldn't that be as vague as the alien telling me, "I'm an alien"? I mean there has to be something that defines who I am? Infact, there should be something defining all individual human beings. But what is it?

I'm an aethist by nature, so I dismiss the idea of God creating us and sending us to Earth to serve a purpose. No I'm more of a "I believe what I see" kind of person, so I need substantial proof before I believe in something. Surprisingly, I have never questioned my own existance before, so why am I questioning it now? Can a book really have such an impact on someone like me? Well I don't think I'll ever get an answer to my question in the near future. I'm just hoping someone can explain to me who I really am. I know I am not just a mere individual, part of Mankind. There is something more to it than that. There has to be something more...

Failure

Failure. I've heard many people speak of it, as if it's a plague threatening all our happiness and making our lives a living hell. Few people told me that failure can be in terms of family, friends, work, studies and even as a community. I don't know much about them but I do know what it's like, being a failure in terms of family and friends and of course studies. It's not like I have never in my life failed a test and felt so down and depressed. But come to think of it, because of such a failure, I have always ended up doing much much much better for my next tests. Why? Because when I failed I felt I let myself down. Yeah sure my parents were disappointed and they told me to pick up from where I left off. But it wasn't so easy for me. I felt humiliated and shattered and that's what motivated me to work so hard, that I aced the next test.

It's always like that. I think I can safely say that failure makes us truly appreaciate the true feeling of success. I know it's such a cliched thing to say but I don't think anyone of us would actually know what a good feeling it is to suceed in something if we didn't experience the heartbreak of a failure. I have always been afraid to fail in every aspect of my life. I'm a perfectionist by nature and am very reserved about who I open up to and stuff. I'm quite the introvert so you can imagine why it's so important for me to be perfect. Let me put this in a nutshell: Failure is not an option for me.

I've been listening to the song Move Along by The All American Rejects and a few words from the lyrics struck me.

"When all you got to keep is strong
Move along, move along like I know you do
And even when your hope is gone
Move along, move along just to make it through
Move along
Move along"

These words are so true. We got to always move along. We can't just sit still and remenisce the past. Like they say, "NO Point Crying Over Spilt Milk."

I don't know what else to say. This is all I can say for now.