Saturday, April 28, 2007

Pfffftttttt!!!

I have better things to do other than watch old men engage in vigorous spitting competitions. Seriously. A 5 min walk to my block of flats allowed me to encounter various levels of spitting expertise exhibited by the above mentioned old men. No wonder they call them dirty. Spitting is a IRRITATING, DISGUSTING, MIND-BOGGLING, REFLEX-TESTING, ENVIRONMENTALLY AND SOCIALLY UNDESIRABLE habit, and well, it's also THROAT-CLEARING. Seriously la, these old men right, are definately not frail, or weak as normally associated with old age. They have such power in their throats, it is UNBELIEVABLE. A simple innocent "KKKKKKKKWWWWWWAAAARRRRRKKKKKK!" can summon up powers from the heavens above, and "PHHHHOOOOOOEEEEEYYYYYYYYYY!!!!!!" the spit travels several metres. o.O So pro. So DISGUSTING. Then people must SIAM, and all that....the next unsuspecting person who steps on the spit will.....*shudders*

Anyway. The band exchange wasn't that great, although many people from other schools seemed to have the impression that it was. *sighs* Back to disturbing the neighbours I go then. Practice and practice until they can sing the song together with me. Blah. Heh. (:

;and the DODO has the final say.

Thursday, April 26, 2007

I'm one bliddy BIG FAT ASS.

The week has been a emotional wreck of sorts for me. It's like those physics pendulum experiments where I swing from being hyper to being irritatingly gullible, with my weirdness culminating today during lunch. BEST ah, lunch. I came home bonking myself on the head as hard as possible to knock out my gullibleness. So, the situation transpired like this. I asked Desmond to ask Wen Yang to help me buy lunch...then ya la. Wait wait wait. Then Daniel come back first, and seriously (in a literal sense) told me that they didn't help me order. So of course I went "WHAT!!!!" Ya...and I BELIEVED HIM. Freeeeeeeek. I have to be gullibleness personified. Anyhow, when Wen Yang came back with this extra plate I thought it was for someone else la, but ya for me la...so I did the whole confusing act of "nvm la, you all never buy for me I buy myself later la..." @#$%^&*! *BONKS HEAD* Wen Yang must be fantabulously baffled. *BONKS HEAD AGAIN* When I finally realised that Daniel bluffed me as usual, I was so enveloped in a feeling of consternation that Wen Yang had to remind me to pay him. *BONKS VIGOROUSLY* DAMN DAMN DAMN. Sorry ah WEN YANG!!!!!! MAN, I must have come across as this crazy person. @#$%^&*! *ENGAGES IN MORE BONKING* I thought I'd eradicated this bad habit of opening my mouth without thinking a long time ago, but looks like I'll have to try harder. Wha I felt damn bad la. All this bonking had better help in knocking away my bad habit. Drat it. I hate slipping up with things like that. I try very very very hard to change all my bad habits ya people!!!!! Just that you all dunno nia. I am a BAD BAD person. Bleagh.

Sorry la, but I really very affected so no choice but to splurge everything in this highly public space. Daniel!!! Don't always bluff people leh...HAI. How can. See la spoil my plan. I was progressing so well in my quest to self-attainment but oh my lard. Plopped all the way down in one second. Sian...I must be damn tired to slip up like that. Long band practices has its toll on me. But on the bright side, I got nice tone alr!!!! (FINALLY) Just in time for SYF. I dunno whether it'll last though...but in the meantime, practices for me has been rather good. Being the only girl in the section does have it's downsides though. We took a section photo in the male toilet (for the concert programme) with me standing under the GENTS sign. Cos duh the guys cannot go into the girls' toilet what.

;and the DODO has the final say.

Tuesday, April 24, 2007

hi all.

Life's just one big piece of pie. You want to enjoy every bite while it lasts, but if you eat too much, or eat some contaminated part, it's not so satisfying after all. You have to polish the plate, so there's no way you can avoid all the bad bits. Play your cards right, and you'll get to enjoy a good part at the last. Don't try to enjoy the good bits all at once, too much of a good thing can be bad. Neither do you lump all the bad bits together; you'll become one depressed old soul. Everything's great in moderation, and I don't know what I'm saying.

;and the DODO has the final say.

Sunday, April 22, 2007

I am NOT well.

I'm SICK. Finally. I can't belive it. I'm in for yet another long period of sniffling and killing of trees (by the use of an obscene amount of tissue paper). Damn. Thank goodness I rarely get sick. Cos when I do, I REALLY get sick. For a week or so.

I'm SICK.

What a time to be SICK.

I'm going to sound all stuck on the flute.

DAMN. It sucks to be SICK.

Anyhow...SYF's in exactly 19 days, and I still can't bring myself to desire that bliddy GWH. Beacuse, frankly, I don't really want it. I don't want this SYF at all. BUT, I've been working and practising my ass OFF, cos I want this GWH for other people. I don't think you guys will understand what the hell I'm babbling about la...but basically, I'd work, and get everything perfect, to enable this band to get their GWH for a number of people.

1. for Kejian, cos he's so damn bliddy pro, I'd kill myself if I spoil his tuning, tone, technique or whatever. I mean, he's nearly perfect already, and if I spoil that, I'd never forgive myself. I know HE wants that GWH, even if I don't. (I want TJ to do well la, but the results of the SYF has never affected me the way it does for others. In every SYF that I've been in, I was only happy cos other people were happy. I wasn't ecstatic for myself. Dunno, maybe I'm just weird.)

2. for Lin Sheng cos he really loves this band a whole bliddy lot, and I'd hate to take advantage of his niceness and disappoint him.

Well, that's it really. And me?? The only thing I want to do for myself is to prove to myself that I can make it. As in, get all the running notes down to pat, and all the other disgusting stuff right. Like the 4th bar of C, where somehow, my high E flat is always, always flatter than Kejian's, and I think he's getting sorta pissed about it. )': I shall correct that okay Kejian! I shall. Don't worry. I've already managed to run those disgusting runs properly. HEH. Not as nicely done as Kejian la, but still. I can hear every note quite clearly. I think. Working working working...

Oh ya, and I'd work at it for Wai Ngai as well, cos he's been so patient with me and my disgusting sounds.

;and the DODO has the final say.

Saturday, April 21, 2007

The meaning of L-O-V-E.

Hey, don't get me wrong, I am not in love with anybody alright? In case any of you think of scandalising me with more people...(according to Xiuru, Shalynn etc., I'm linked to like how many people la. Not to mention the many many husbands my section in TWE managed to conjure up for me on whim.) Well. That's just a disclaimer la. JUST IN CASE.

So...if any of you've noticed, if anyone still bothers to read my blog that is, I haven't been moaning on about how band just gives me a bad mood for a long long while. In fact, I'd just noticed it myself. Anyhow...I realised that the reason why I've stopped talking about how bothersome it is is, well, it's not. Bothersome that is. It's not bothersome anymore. Somehow, during the past week or so, band stopped being a pain in my delicate behind. I still don't know the names of half the people in band, still am one of the first ones to leave, yada yada. BUT, I dunno. I've accepted the band. I know, I'm like damn lag, after having been in there for half a year or so, but well, I've sorta hated going for practices, as most of my classmates would know. I'm starting to enjoy music again. Starting to get back a nicer tone again. Technique wise, I'm still working on it secretly at home (HA!) and feel that I've got room for improvement in alot of aspects, but damn. The band room doesn't feel like foreign soil anymore. And that's good. (: I remember the first time I stepped into TJ band room I was still sore (to quite a large extent) over the fact that my dad insisted that I NOT go to SAJC. That, I think, marred my um, opinion of TJ band quite abit. I remember thinking 'DAMN. What kind of band room is this?! So messy and pig sty-ish', but ya. That's just me being grumpy and unreasonable.

I still think the SYF sucks, but what the hell. It's going to be OVER soon. But after SYF I will learn a new instrument. Like the saxophone or the clarinet. Amanda and Xinling is going to teach me. THAT conductor (the one before Glosz) should have put me there in the first place la! @#$%^&*! I got perfect embrouchure on the single-reed instruments la! WHA LAU. Ok la, maybe not so perfect. But definately 像样. Instead of the ugly off-centre embrouchure that I have had for the past 5 years or so. Drat it.

I'm not saying that I LOVE TJ band with all my puny heart, but I've made good friends with some people, in the past 1 month. -.-" So diao right. People like Amanda, Andy...Sarah...Wai Ngai, Kejian...nicholas, Ren Liang and Xinling I already know from before of course. And of course knowing people like Elliot is a hoot. Even though I don't even talk to him, he is damn funny.

But enough about my mental problems. (: HEH. Band exchange this Saturday!!! JESSICA!!! I SEE YOU!!!! HAHAHAHAHAHA. See I bold your name somemore to advertise. I hope we won't uh...throw our faces away, (i.e. embarrass ourselves) after all, every band will be there except for SAJC. Hahahahaha...it's kinda funny if you think about it. They are not there because of their concert la...but then. Funny funny funny.

Anyway. Good luck to me. Good luck to all of us. We'll need it. Jia You everybody!!! We'll make it!! (:

;and the DODO has the final say.

Tuesday, April 17, 2007

100% Biodegradable stuff. Melts into a pool of...sludge.

;and the DODO has the final say.

Sunday, April 15, 2007

Good things (and BAD) come in threes

Well...in my case, it's not in threes. It's in sevens. I had the most horrible week of my life...with the exception of some pleasant occurrances sparsely inserted occasionally in the course of the week.

Anyhow...the flute tutor finally came on Fri. And, as kejian aptly pointed out, "Wha! Damn shuai leh!!" Coming from kejian, it sounds a little wrong la...hahaha...but it prompted me to take a closer look (out of the corner of my eye I thought he was an old man at first. GOSH. My eyes must be something wrong.) and yes. He's right. The tutor is quite handsome. (: Hahahahahaha...not to mention the fact that he's a damn fantastic teacher, who calls me xiao mei mei. (HA!) Come on la, it could have been worse. He calls Wai Ngai (my SL) UNCLE. HEH. He taught us so many new things...kejian's in love with him already and it's been only one session. =/ Hahahahaha...

Moving on...some people like Wen Yang who says my dad's really cool will be highly amused to read about this second incident. My entirely disastrous week was capped with my dad bringing the 3 of us to KFC for dinner (he does so every 2 years or so to remind himself of why he doesn't like the place). We'd just finished dinner...when I spotted a group of Tj band ppl outside KFC, about to walk past me. So, duh, I waved la. Being friendly and all of that. (Right.) And they waved back...when a look of utter shock came over Nigel's face. He didn't stay shocked for long though. Started giggling or smirking, dunno which, and nudging everybody else. I was like huh? What's so shocking?! And then I whipped around to catch my dad shaking in mirth. Turns out he WAVED AT ALL OF THEM, JUST FOR KICKS. Oh my LARD. I didn't know whether to be mortified or amused. Bottom line is, he's damn cool la. Which father will wave at his kid's friends just for fun?? HAHAHAHAHAHAHA.

So. A new week is starting...Tj band's improved like by alot I dunno what happened it's like we finally conquered the irritating wall that was in front of us. 26 more days to the SYF (can't wait for the SYF to be bliddy OVER) There's no tests next week, and the slight reprieve would be extremely welcome. In fact, it's bliddy fantastic. Smashing. What have you. Year 2 in JC life is no walk in the park I tell you; I don't think anyone would be reading this anymore, being busy with studies and stuff like, well....SYF. So...I dunno. Free time is like waiting for rain in a bliddy drought in Africa.

;and the DODO has the final say.

Wednesday, April 11, 2007

life's one big BUM

Ah well...the week has proved to been rather sucky so far, in terms of non-academic stuff. It all started with me having to go to the Zap shop to purchase a set of notes for Chemistry practical (me, afterall being such a responsible Chem rep)...and finding that I couldn't see the auntie's face. It's rather disconcerting you know?? Bodiless face and all that. And the reason I couldn't see the auntie's face was...the whole row of student council campaign posters hanging from the ceiling, flapping slightly in the updraft of the air-conditioning inside the shop. The flapping was a pain in the ass too.

Me: Auntie....*flap and I see the auntie trying to peer out at me*
Auntie: Hmm?? Yao *flap* shen me?? *flap*
Me (getting all disgruntled that the flapping just happened to be in my face): Ah....*flap* Chem prac *flap* notes *flap!!!* (me thinking @#$%^&*!) 16 copies *FLAP*

OMG. I coulda have killed someone then okay?! *strangles air*

And then came today's utterly disastrous Chem lecture test. All I can say is, I wasted my pen ink putting rubbish down on paper. I admit to also killing those pitiful trees for nothing. *engages in actions of great agitation*

Then came today's stupid band prac, in which I sounded okay...but was out of tune. @#$%^&*! That's unforgivable la. Poor kejian, having to tolerate unpleasant noises coming from me, and not all of them coming from my instrument, mind.

Of course, there was the whole period of disbelief with the secondary school SYF results. Apparently, there are 7 judges this year. o.O I daresay alot of people ended up crying in disappointment. Band after band being toppled from their perch, seniors shocked faces and well. Unhealthy competition...SYF's one of the unhealthiest ideas I've seen. Anyhow...Congrats to St. Pats!!! FIRST BLOOD sia...hahahahaha...first GWH of the year. (Well duh. If they didn't get it, I think Mr Glosz would really migrate to Australia. =/) Next up would be St. Andrews'!! All the best to them as well...Chen Lin!!! You better not disappoint me with Merry widow!!!! Hahahaha...no pressure la huh. Just go and thrash everybody. (:

And it's still 30 more days to the JC SYF...*a pounding headache immediately starts up* and the flute tutor is finally coming on Fri. I can't wait. I have some SERIOUS issues with the freaking instrument that was once my friend. My friend deserted me about 6 months ago. How can!? I'm trying to reconcile with my friend, but he doesn't want to friend me. *sobs* In other words, my flute playing has detioriated la. ARGH.

;and the DODO has the final say.

Sunday, April 08, 2007

Practicalities of a practical system.

I was watching A Cinderella Story the other night (yea yea, I know. It's an utterly predictable cheap teen flick with handsome hunk in the form of Chad Michael Murray to oogle at, but I still watched it out of boredom.) and you know the part where Hilary Duff and Murray were together at the pavallion thingy dancing to the cheesy guitarist at the Halloween ball?? The thing that struck me was...their school's damn bliddy nice!!!! All that ivy and pavillions and water features in one place, a high school at that, was making me envious. I mean, come on! What does Singaporean schools look like?! Squarish blocks of buildings, with one pathetic fountain at best. Of course, Chung Cheng has their lake and pavillions, but they're nowhere as nice as those in USA or UK. As Xinling said, 'Singapore's schools are not conducive for dating.' HEH. But the nice environment would be nice for a change...Singapore's schools are like factories compared to their international counterparts. How can?! This just shows that in Singapaore, we are being bred for exams. Nothing else. (Ahh...okay. I'm considerably exaggerating, but do you blame me for being grumpy?! Hahahahaha...) I'm SO going to get my scholarship overseas just so I can enjoy abit of that "conducive dating" environment. HAHAHAHAHAH...no la. Nice what, so must enjoy. None of that messy dating business.

Anyhow...Xiuru (see I blog about you!!! HAHAHAHAHA.) told me that she sits in front of my blog armed with a dictionary to check out all the cheem words I plonk in my posts. Unfortunately, I suspect that they seem cheem only because I spelt them wrongly. I don't exactly um...place great emphasis on my spelling in my posts you know?? But in the light of Xiuru's feedback (to which I experienced great consternation), I decided that I must do something about my atrocious spelling. =/

SO. Um...I spelt this word wrongly in one of my posts...It's supposed to be gargantuan. Not however I spelt it. I shall plonk my 20 year old Oxford dict in front of the computer from now on. I hope. Laziness happens to plague me more than others. According to that venerable mother of mine that is. (:

Ciao for now! (Omg. That's ultimate cheesiness.)

;and the DODO has the final say.

Wednesday, April 04, 2007

Plink Plank Plonk....KERPLUNK.

And so my preparation for the SYF continues...albeit with things looking up!!! *flashes all my pearlies* I can play the piccolo!!! My head's up there in the clouds...I'd always thought I won't be able to play the picc, on account of my irritatingly deviated embrouchure. But no!!! That's not true. I can play!!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAH. So happy la. Admittedly, I did um, slightly overblow in my excitement, but still. *flashes those pearlies again*

Anyhow...I've had complaints (?) that my blogging English is a tad too profound. (Although for the life of me, I can't see that it is. =/) So...um, I shall endeavour to simplify things?? I have this strong suspicion that I sound complicated only 'cos I am beating around the bouganvillea bush. Ulp. Sorry....

My A level papers are scheduled shittily. Self-explanatory.

There isn't much to say...all that's left is just some stuff that's running through my mind. Sometimes I get this feeling that I'm not very normal you know?? Like I'm in this different dimension from the rest of the world...a dimension which still allows me to have a bird's eye view of everything that goes on around me. And I sort of end up thinking on a different wavelength as compared to 'normal' people...I feel like I'm abnormally different, but not unpleasantly so.

Okay, you people won't have any idea what I just blabbed on about, but it's better that way I guess...sometimes, I just don't get why people think the way they do, or take exception or offence to the smallest action. And I always wonder if people know if they're like that. Because I do know when I'm being a bitch...*sighs* I think I end up upsetting alot of people sometimes, which makes me upset too 'cos I don't understand why they think that way.

I just don't get it. The ways of the world eludes me.

Yeah yeah, I know, I sound horribly emotional and well, profound, but ya. Just needed to unload. I'll be my happy self now. (:

;and the DODO has the final say.

Tuesday, April 03, 2007

AND I wish for.....WORLD PEACE!

YA RIGHT. It's a dream worth having though, but right now, all world peace's giving me a piece of it's confused and complicated mind. @#$%^&*! Mr Tong wants Desmond and I to present the whole UN charter by Thursday. From MEMORY. Dang it.

I just spent the whole weekend memorising (and getting supremely muddled up) Photosynthesis, Respiration and Diversity and Evolution for the stupid Bio test we had today. Which, didn't even ask me anything I really studied. Thank goodness I chionged abit of the comparison part during Math lecture. =x Hahahaha. Chem SPA was um, *sighs* well you know, depressing. Mine didn't show any signs of the damn gas we were testing for. So did Daniel's. He spent the rest of the day worrying and worrying about it, making full use of his Mathematical brain to calculate the probabilities and marks that he might get. Poor thing. Hahahahahaha...

UGH!!! My Mom just told me about this young youth she saw begging at Outram MRT... about my age. With both hands gone. She has the strong feeling that it may have been chopped off. =/ So...she looked around to see if there was any "bad guy" standing around. "Bad guy" refers to anybody who might have forced him to beg, or worse,even did the chopping. AND SHE SAW ONE!!!!!!!! Freak freak freak. His (the beggar) stump was forced into the handle of the mug, and he held it out asking for money...with the "bad guy" standing some distance away looking on to watch his progress. Oh my gosh oh my gosh oh my gosh oh my freaking gosh. I didn't think this kind of thing would happen in Singapore!!!!!! *shudders in consternation*

The evils of society should be eradicated. Thank goodness for the UN, even though it doesn't seem to be improving stuff like that. They seriously should look into this business of begging, and child exploitation. Leave the messy business of war to the US to muddle out.

AND I wish for....WORLD PEACE.

;and the DODO has the final say.

Sunday, April 01, 2007

Strange mutterings.

Econs test tomorrow, Bio test the next, plus Chem SPA A levels. And I'm still here to share with the world my ever strange mutterings. Heh. *claps with a smirk*

I, am finally making progress with Tj's SYF choice piece, what with sick running notes and out of tune passages. And I'm trying to make a garagutan effort to be in tune with Kejian...I want to play the picc!! Hahahahah...ya RIGHT. Like they'll let me. At least I can be as loud as I want to ma...no need to control so much. Anyway...hai. SYF woes. Had the most tiring band camp (and I was there only for 2 days!) in which I was sai-kangly made room IC AGAIN. I got the room ic face meh?! So far, all the overnight stays I've been on (including Brisbane and Korea) I have become the room ic. Hahahahahaha...I've a responsible look right?! Ya...to think I managed to forget where I put the room key when I was in korea la. The ski jacket had so many many pockets to lose it in. =/

Today's April's Fool day!!! HEH HEH HEH. Every year, in the Straits' Times, there is an April's Fool article. See if you can find it!! I suspect it's the one about odourless durians. That one, in my father's words, "seems very suspicious". Well, we'll see. We'll find out tommorow when they tell us in the papers. So interesting right?? Look out for the article!!! (: Have fun.

Tata! Moi is going to have to put in a garagutan effort if I want to pull up my dismal grades. I'm always having to put in garagutan effort for everything. Bleagh. End of the year, here I come!!!

;and the DODO has the final say.

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