6:25 PM;
gosh mann this is hilarious. at least, to me. HA charsiew bao would kill me for stealing joan. haha and eunice is NOT shy. but most of it is true lah. (:
so ...yeah. this concludes my procrastinating. time to hit the books. except i think i'd rather take the literal meaning to that, as compared to the much detested figurative.
3:27 PM;
okay that was a really bitch thing to say, but hello. 2c1 isn't actually very gossipy, so i'd like to enjoy the peace, thank you very much.
12:08 PM;
4:57 PM;
...back to what i was going on about.
i think it's safe to say alot of couples are breaking up now. and that alot of those stupid male chauvinistic pigs are on the rebound. do you know how many indecent proposals i've had today?? do you know how many?! ..okay well ONE, but who's gonna bother counting?! honestly. everyone suddenly seems like a flirt. and yesterday (i forgot to blog about this), amelia cheng calledme a flirt. she says i flirt. ohew, amelia. EW. that's like a flirt caling a non-flirt a flirt. which is pretty much an oxymoronic statement, i know. but whatever.
i feel really overweight-ish. i love viona's grandma yeahs. she dropped me off near the Shell station at coronation plaza, and said i should go eat chicken rice at that stall further in. but hello, i was by myself. what poor pathetic soul eats at a chicken rice place on her own, surrounded by hordes of jc guys and their girlfriends? yeah. you get my point. i ate a bag of chips for lunch. sat at the busstop and missed 6 buses chewing on Jack and Jill's. and this ... fat corpulent guy, who had a red florid face, kept looking creepily at me. eeks.
it's been a weird day. apparently, LD got a bronze for syf. the worst news ever. rumours've been rife that that's our score, but we'll know the real thing tomorrow. i'm gonna cry if we get a bronze.
6:54 PM;
that's actually a very bad thing. our midyears are on friday, and here we are, with no hard copies of notes, no letters of complaint to refer to, no knowledge whatsoever of argumentative essays. in other words, it's a really bad thing. i know i'm not one to be particularly concerned about my academic well-being, but this is english we're talking about. my mother may be an english tuition teacher, but that doesn't automatically guarantee me a definite A. contrary to what most people think, that i study at whim, i'd just like to say i DO study. it's ridiculous to assume that the children of famous rockstars will become childstars too, right? so what gives people the notion that having a tuition teacher as a parent is greatly beneficial to my education? i mean, it IS fortunate for me that i have a family with some sense of grammar, but that doesn't give anyone the right to roll their eyes and use that fact as an excuse for why i get good grades on occasion. the whole thing is, to me, just plain stupid, to put it simply.
and another thing. everyone's going mad over the NJC IP course. as well as (reminded by christabel) VJC. mingo, amanda khoo, sandra, viona, qiqi, petrina, silvana, christabel, and God knows who else. i was so set on trying, but thinking about everything in general, i'd rather avoid this shortcut to higher education. because no offence, but i could do without all that additional stress and pressure. i know it's sort of a privilege for those who are talented, and i highly doubt i could qualify within that range. on the other hand, my mom isn't too happy about the Crescent teachers. neither am i, to a certain degree. i know it is our, as students, own responsibility to focus and pay attention, but it is barely possible to be hardworking when your teachers don't give a damn. i know most teenagers seem to like slacking during class, and i'm guilty of that too. but at the same time, we want educators who care about our future enough to confiscate our objects of distraction.
i don't know what brought on all this, but i just felt like complaining. it's chinese now. God save the queen.
8:38 AM;
my hyperness is gone.
it disappears really fast,
especially when i look at chinese compre worksheets.
anyway.
it's tuesday tomorrow.
mass run.
well let's look on the bright side,
like what brandon said i should do-
hmm.
13 days to church.
woah, that just makes everything seem a whole lot better. GREAT.
it's called sarcasm, fyi.
10:23 PM;
i. must. be. guai.
but honestly, how do people focus on their work? i know there's all that stuff about ignoring your smses and emails and friends and LIFE, but i so am not one to not reply a message. unless it's from mr dao or something. cuz everyone knows i can't stand mr dao. and his horrifically bad english. but yeah. WHY AM I TALKING ABOUT MR DAO. as of today till the end of the exams, these shall be implemented:
1. no smsing in class. especially science. but recess doesn't count as class.
2. NO MORE UPDATING OF THIS BLOG TILL THE WEEKEND. unless there's something hilariously funny i have to post up. and usually, there is.
3. no more singlish. i'll get pet to pinch me for every singaporean term i use again. hopefully my mom doesn't mistake them for lovebites or anything else ridiculously funny.
4. no more eating in class. this way, i get to lose weight at the same time!
5. no more procrastinating. which means i get off this blogger page now. pronto.
7:49 PM;
ENGLISH;
- compo: top on the level
- compre: top 10 in class
MATHS;
top in class again...?
SCIENCE;
ha, if i get a 70 i'm gonna camwhore all day.
HISTORY;
top 5 in class
LIT;
top in class
CHINESE;
- compo: top in class
- paper 2: top 20 in class
it seems virtually impossible, i know. aack. let's just hope i've retained at least a little intellect from the last time i studied. which was probably 4 years ago or so. but yeah. PAPER 1S! MUST BE TOP. have to drill all that into my brain. i mean, i've done it before. getting top in essays. my english standard's dropped some since then, sadly. the compre part is REALLY worrying though. as well as all that science. you'd think i'd be able to remember all that jazz about sex and reproductive organs, but no. i need a tutor. real bad. and you horny people'll probably say this to me tomorrow- "why not get a guy (insert yeeshan's suggestive cough) to teach you the bio practical?" HAHAHA. so funny. NOT.
6:44 PM;
Create your own Friend Test here
6:40 PM;
now that i don't have horrific eyebags anymore, today doesn't seem so bad. cs was fun. looloo was sitting on the floor loking like she was gonna cry. then like the good friend (ego) that i am, i caress... strok.. rubb- PUT MY ARM AROUND HER and sort of like moved my hand UP and DOWN. not in a perverted way. so stop laughing yeeshan. anyway. and she looked at me and went,"azalea, when you get a boyfriend, you should totally rub his arm or back like that. he'll get sexually aroused i bet, cuz it's really shiok." Z.O.M.G. ew. lingling my darrrrrling girlfriend is the psychotic-est horniest chiobu to walk the earth, i tell you. then i stood up, and guess what she did? GUESS WHAT THAT HORNY GIRL DID. she put her hand over my... erm, lower abdomen. it doesn't sound sick, but when looloo does it, it obviously IS sick. AAACK. i'm starting to feel violated all over again.
ohyeah. http://www.truefriendtest.com/friendtest/277760 go do, people! (:
5:12 PM;
it's home ec.
i don't know what's wrong with me.
have i matured or just turned plain dao?
i don't know WHY,
but i feel like killing people alot more now.
for some inexplicable reason i cannot phantom.
it's like GOSH, i used to be REALLY slack and irresponsible.
and now, i have this urge to throttle people who refuse to cooperate.
i think i'm turning into a nerd.
what else could it possibly be?!
horror of horrors.
my battery's flat.
just the perfect way to start the week.
11:58 AM;
8:20 AM;
was blasting In Loving Memory, but my sister said it was making HER emo.
now i'm blasting silently.
with earphones.
gosh it's the love season.
everyone's hunting for a guy. or a girl.
it's really weird.
last night, i started thinking about last year.
like reminiscing about ......, .... .., ......, ....., ....... and whoever else.
it's so odd.
life's changed alot since then.
and guess what? i've been going back to church for approximately 6 months now.
time flies when you're having fun, i guess.
i don't want school.
brandon says, focus on the positive.
erm.
positive- it's horny.
we measure our sizes with rulers.
negative- homework.
no time for fun.
no time for slacking.
no time for biology practice.
no time for blogging.
no time for smsing.
no time for church.
no time for fun.
no time for friends.
no time for fun.
no time for msn.
no time for fun.
i know i wouldn't have friends if i didn't go to school, but i'm too tired to make sense right now. rawr. HOMEWORK. D:
10:01 PM;
What You Really Think Of Your Friends Joan is your soulmate. You truly love Justin. You consider Shakila your true friend. You know that Sam is always thinking of you. You'll remember Yeeshan for the rest of your life. You secretly think Clarice is creative, charming, and a bit too dramatic at times. You secretly think that Nick is colorful, impulsive, and a total risk taker. You secretly think that Jasmine is loyal and trustworthy to you. And that Jasmine changes lovers faster than underwear. You secretly think Eunice is shy and nonconfrontational. And that Eunice has a hidden internet romance.
6:35 PM;
saturday- 21 april 2007
go for english tuition sian and sleepy. get high (sounds wrong) telling stupid jokes and listening to stupid jokes. have to do a crossword puzzle, and we all start kicking the backs of one another's chairs. stupid yvette, that pokkai kept giving me a heart attack stabbing my back with a pen. class was really fun, in general. almost like the old days, when we'd go mental (or at least i would) hyerventilating at indecent smses from weird perverted friends' cousins' friends. except that now we're all old and mature and some (i'm not saying who) people in class are attached. ahemahem. but yeah. class was really extremely superduperly hyper. missed that kind of madness for awhile. (:
sunday- 22 april 2007
get up at 6.45, thanks to a delayed message from my phone. try to get back to sleep, but give up when the incessant vibrating (will you stop thinking dirty??) of my phone starts to wake my sister up. spend like 45 minutes digging for black shirts. ....and wear one of my sister's tanktops again in the end. get to church late, as usual. sit with justin, there's holy communion, etcetc. then to small group we go! ;O it's jocey's birthday, and meizhi locks her up in the toilet while we hunt desperately for a lighter. eat cake (yum), smash cream bits into jocelyn's face. heehee. meizhi drops cake everywhere, we all start messing around. marie takes out BUBBLES! touchable ones, too. (: we pop them in our hair, and it turns white. like BLANKO. and dandruff. EEKS. lunch with jazlyn, sam wong, shakilala, clarice, izabella, justin ng, justin yeo, matthew, jeryl, and other people whose names i can't remember or don't know. eat duck rice, jazlyn eats duck noodle, sam wong eats specialty duck rice. we start slapping jazlyn. fun. (: heehee. then the two of us take a bus to the mrt station and take to city hall. change mrt, get to newton. takle 171. HA. seeee, i remember the route kays! ;D er yeah. then we went to his house and watched The Last Samurai in his brother's room and studied erm, biology. yep. his dad made us unlock the door so he could check on us, but i had to get home by then already anyway. got yelled at by my mom for getting drenched in the rain, and also for going to his house. parents. RAWR.
it's 6pm. time's up. (:
5:22 PM;
11:15 PM;
me: yeah lah you're so hot hor! no wonder i can't stay away from you. LOL. i'm kidding kay. KIDDING.
nick: gosh lah you, whole day long flirt with me! cheat my feelings leh you!
me: ohmytiiiian i so do not flirt at all! especially not with youuuuuu. eeww!
nick: wahlau thanks alot lah.
me: wei, it's the truth can!
nick: flirt. FLIRT. FLIRT!!
if that's called flirting, i'd HATE to have to hear the lovepoems. hey, THIS would be scandalous. took it from an old chat log i dug up from my desktop comp's recycle bin:
me: and now they're gonna stick my photo in all the editorial articles! you know how humiliating that is??
******: well they just want the hottest girl in crescent on their covers, so you can't actually blame them. ^^ man, i keep thinking of you. kiss?
me: erm. i'm not a man. and wahlao you can't kiss me if you don't know me well at all what.
which doesn't actually sound very scandalous, but i can't exactly post up all the erm, weird stuff. since there're alot of people reading this blog. which is plain embarrassing, if you ask me. but since when has anyone ever asked me about anything?
which reminds me. since when did society ever decide that people like me had to endure secondary school? please. primary school was like the Little Shop Of Horrors for me. and here i am, wasting away my raging hormones and pigheadedness, sitting cross-legged in mismatched socks on a shaky chair listening to talk about birth control and the wonders of sex. not that crescent is especially horrific or anything, but i would appreciate a slacker form of life. preferably in a music store of emo music and blogger.com homepages. oh, and all the people i love, of course. i know i see the people i love everyday, online if not in person, but it would be nice to not have to drag myself to an institution of education close to daily. please. since when have i ever planned out my future? all i can picture is a rolling expanse of bullshit, so leaving it at me never determining my life ambition is a much more positive outlook.
gosh, i went from flirting to scandals to the society in general to the miracles of adolescence to my dream life to... something vaguely recognisable as emo. yep. my biggest accomplishment yet, i suppose. ...i don't like friday nights much.
10:34 PM;
been blasting Someday like 8 times so far. i need loud music. as usual. goshness do you know how weird it is for me to be blogging? i mean, usually i'm running so many convos i can't even get into the blogger homepage. i guess today's dao-azalea day. you know what i've realised? i have alot of nicknames. ALOT. let's see:
primary five: zazu, zaemurray (i was going through my chad michael murray phase, remember?), azazi, zaezae, azaezees
primary 6: zazu ...?
sec one: azzie, azy, azzy, azi, azazi, huahua
sec two (aka now): "AHHUA! DON'T THINK DIRTY!"
yep. and that concludes my social life and its callings. literally. gosh i HATE having no one to IM. no one fun is online. let's see...
online:
smarter child, spleak the robot, sharanya, that OTHER gloria (the one with the brother), jasmine, aditi, joan, stephanie, rachael, viona, melissa, rachel ng, deena, aloysius, meixuan, joyce ang, amelia, gillian peck, rachel lee, audrey yee, sandra, sheryl ...someone, charmaine khoo, looloo, 1c1's deborah, michelle teo, yuki, michelle chan, jacko, lynette, trisha, theo (some shuai guy sandra Dared me to add last year), ... yeah. heck. i can't be bothered to see who else is online. cuz stupid poks keep signing in and then the whole stupid list keeps getting messed up. arrrgh why does nick have to be banned from computers?! i have no one to make me emoooo. or make me be horny! D:
9:52 PM;
2:45 PM;
12:40 PM;
9:28 AM;
6:21 PM;
i know it came out quite awhile back, but let's leave it at me not having many sources of music. music that i like, that is. today's been relatively unhappy. looloo, my darling girlfriend! don't cry anymore!! especially on my laopo's leg! cheer up chiobu! wo ai ni! (: then sam took her bendy ruler and measured her erm, chest with it. and we were all fitting our bendy rulers around our boobs and comparing how flat we are. except for qiqi lar. hers are (obviously) F! F for fake! ;O kidding qilili. haha. it was super wrong yeah. (:
5:49 PM;
i'm a confirmed failure.
isn't that fantastic?
recess now.
i feel oh-so antisocial.
;D
zomg and yesterday, during maths o, i kept falling asleep again. and pet wrote me a twit lovenote! ;D it was so cool lah. love you, lovedove! haha.
8:24 AM;
isolation the tqea literature format:
by: chong boon secondary azalea chan bagua ahhua
model question: explain your impression of today, as well as your feelings, with supporting facts from your memory.
i have a positive impression of today. i felt relieved, happy and loved. on the other hand, i also felt mildly depressed, bored and extremely tired.
firstly, i felt relieved that syf drama was finally over. the countless practices we'd had finally became "worth it" when we set foot into the auditorium at hwa chong institution. having to crack "peanuts" as part of my role as "guy number one", i was doubtful that i could, in fact, muster enough strength to crack a solitary peanut. however, my fears were put at ease when i was told by police 1 and 2 that i had "done a fantastic job". the emphasis on the word "peanuts" implies that not only was the experience an enriching one, but i was also allowed to eat. at such a crucial time when everyone is tense and afraid onstage, it is extremely gratifying to be able to sit in a corner of the scene with a wooden top and peanuts to munch on. as such, i have a positive impression of today as i felt relieved.
in addition, i felt happy today, as after our syf performance, we were allowed to watch three other schools perform. it was a raw emotional drama titled "Adult Child Dead child" that left a mark on me. the drama, put up by commonwealth secondary, was an abstract coverage of the feelings of an unloved child and how one can be driven by loneliness and a psychotic "imaginary friend" to hammer things. also, the singing on the bus back to crescent was thoroughly enjoyable. "STOP THERE, THIS IS THE BATIK POLICE!" was our starting phrase as we worked our way through self-scripted lines on the difficulties and funs of our syf. thus, i felt happy today.
thirdly, i felt loved. having a crowd of nervous LD friends was a comfort, because good luck hugs were rampant. as i was making my way to maths olympiad, qiqi and samwham also gave me extra long hugs and told me to cheer up, although i was already cheered up. now that i am cheered down though, their hugs mean alot to me. hence, i feel loved. (:
harping on all the negative stuff about today isn't really beneficial to my mood right now, so let's skip the rest of my lit practice paper. science test tomorrow. dear God, please don't let me screw this up.
8:37 PM;
aack.
8:20 PM;
4:26 PM;
i'm talking shit, i know. gosh. 6 days to church. SIX. i'll be screwed by then. and i don't mean that in a sexually horny way or anything, so you people better not tell me to stop being horny. cuz i'm totally not being horny. and to begin with, i never was horny! so HA. in your faces! ;D
it's either the blogskin, or the blog url. it just doesn't bring taggers. like whattheheck. D:
6:21 PM;
–noun
1. the physical and emotional sensation experienced at the peak of sexual excitation, usually resulting from stimulation of the sexual organ and usually accompanied in the male by ejaculation.
2. an instance of experiencing this.
3. intense or unrestrained excitement.
4. an instance or occurrence of such excitement. –verb (used without object)
5. to have an orgasm.
all that jazz up there's for the benefit of cute lil looloo. CLLL! cute lilliooloo! LOL. it's raining. and joan woan's doing crunches on her table in front of me. yeeshanshan didn't come today. ): the only advantage is that i've got two tables and two chairs to dump trash on. ;D so sleepy.
oh and PE was super crap lar. did 2.4 run, and qiqi and cuixiao didn't pass the mark, which was 18-minutes. yep. then qilili couldn't see straight and all, and we helped her to the table under the giant tree. and sam and i got her lime juice without ice and watermelon. then when we got back, i sat next to pet on the bench and she went,"AZALEA!" cuz there was this icky little green-yellow worm crawling and somersaulting on my THIGH. gosh lar. screamed like mad. feeling so violated still. >.< PLUS, sam kept getting attacked by ants. and this giganto red bug flew onto the front of pet's shirt. super funny. we screamed and screamed like mad.
syf drama's 2 days away. zomg scarer of all scares. D:
3:01 PM;
LOL randommm. i feel higho. ohaiyo! o, HIGHo! okay never mind. hannah! where's your ahem, atm huh? LOL saying that makes me feel guilty too. haha HIGH FIVE YOU BIG CHIOBU! ohawesome, it's gonna rain. spasm gasm orgasm. which reminds me. i finally learned the meaning of the word orgasm! ;D i bugged sam till she told me. HA. i feel all wise and knowledgeable now. heehee. gosh i forgot to bring my blue shirt for LD. mr m is gonna kill me. D: and i feel so unloved! ): cuz someone ah, refuses to come over to cgs pei wo. and joan, i'm not talking about you, you sotong pok. gosh. that reminds me of curry puffs! which reminds me of what we did during home ec today! which was chepati and curry! ;O and we ate it during computer studies, and the relief teacher was this indian guy, so we were like woah let's give him a chepati. zomg somehow that sounds as if we're gonna give him a massage or something. like eeks.
2:32 PM;
anyways.
today there was church. ;D sat with shakilala and wenya and alicia and...yeah. my sister didn't want to come to ym, so i finally got to stay back for lunch after small group! went to the hawker centre with jazlyn clarice shakila and justin. then jingyan came and started doing his homework. pfffft and the whole matching shirts thing so was not planned for, clarice. >.< ate chicken rice and choked on my can of grass jelly alot, cuz of all the horny jokes. and shakila couldn't stop laughing, and her face turned as orange as her shirt and her chicken. or pork. whatever it was. plus the guys started arguing about some A-maths thing and i was sitting in between the two of them, so it damn funny. they turned completely red lar. and we did too, we were laughing so hard. took bus home after that, and it was raining so we went to island creamery. or whatever it's called. had icecream! yum. then went home lor. and promptly fell asleep. :-/
7:50 PM;
FRIDAY, 13TH APRIL 2007 (SPONTANEOUS ROUND)
get taken out of lessons by 9.30. do trial sessions on verbal linguistic, verbal un-linguistic. roti prata lunch! YUM. make it out of school by ...one? get to acsi, register. student volunteer hands us shirts. he's cute. ...ANYWAY. tell ms ng that amelia and i need the toilet. which we don't, of course. come back later. and my face SOOO was not red, amelia cheng poopoo. it was just... detoxification of my erm, cells.
spontaneous is over fast. faster than we'd have thought possible. awesome. back to school it is, then. pack up props, drag them to the mini-forum for rehearsals. it's 3.35. work on backdrop poles again. ms ng's got us metal rods! WOOHOO! minute-long victory dance. then it's back to sweat and labour. :-/ time drags on. slowly. painfully slowly. dinner at cheers, and it's back to work. backdrop can't stay up! agitation. aggravation. SANITATION. off to the showers. crezawards people are arriving. i sell off my turquoise, and brandon's, to a desperate. awesome. sixteen bucks made. feels like cinderella. multiplied by seven. we sit around sewing the backdrop again and being emo. we don't get to dress up. disappointment? biggest understatement of the century. cheers erupt from the hall. UNFAIR. work hard. eeks. sweaty. useless showers. full dress rehearsal in the arts conservatory at ten. postponed. till later. God save the queen.
bimbo clothes. i'm too fat. and i wear the mini. if you could call it one. rehearse at past midnight. it goes almost as well as me danicng. which is, in summary, shit. sleep at long last at two. gastric's taking its toll on all of us. nothing to eat but potato chips. not the world's number one filler.
SATURDAY, 14TH APRIL 2007 (LONG-TERM PROBLEM)
wake up at 6. spongebob tune warbles as my phone vibrates from where it's balanced on my stomach. AACK. scary awakening. cold. like hell. shit, no toothbrush. brush with my finger. seewei does too. go over to acsi by shuttle bus. gastric like there's no tomorrow. dying from gastric? then there realy won't be a tomorrow. anyway. rehearse. SEEWEI I WANT TO KILL YOUs ring off the walls. our turn. breathe. amelia drops her tablet. collective gasps. we perform. lots of screw ups. heck. it's TYPICAL, seewei. not PRACTICAL. grrr. feel embarrassed.
everyone probably thinks i'm the group leader. which i so am not. that would be seewei's job. we finish, pack up. answer questions about our props, etc. then it's over! hugs to li min. we want our masking tape pestle! ...private joke. split poles apart, go eat in the cafeteria. watch videotaping of our performance. it's relatively okay. i guess.
skipskipskip. prize presentation back at acsi. we division 2 girls aren't winners. expected. sec 3s are division 3. we hold hands, pray for them. ...they don't get it. tears. from the seniors. from us, for the seniors. bummer. they have the talent to last a nation. it's officially over. no more OM. good gracious, can it be possible?? apparently so. we split up for various busstops. i go to poopoo's house. curry. yum. i love her maid. BREAD. RICE. first carbohydrates in days.
yeah. tired out. seriously. church tomorrow. what do i wear?? ;O
in the auditorium for acsi's performance.
me and poopoo. straps! ;O
us again. camwhore bimbos!
poopoo me and kana, our SHORT FAT BALDING DOCTOR! ;D
poo and me.
9:22 PM;
yayness.
break out the champagne.
though it ain't actually very nice.
i'm getting quieter and quieter.
according to people.
which is like my own personal form of hell.
but hey,
hell is a place on earth.
i'm emo-ish.
bear with me.
pet and woan are discussing ...tigger?
yeap.
hey sam.
you boob womaaaaaan.
i feel sad.
give. me. your. anatomy!!
oh ew.
sounds damn creepy.
ms seow's in class and she's talking about people who slit their wrists with penknives and stuff.
well all i can say is,
you have to be really strong.
penknives can't cut very deep at all.
neither can choppers.
unless you whack it down on your arm lar.
sam you're damn slow leh.
gong mummy.
haha.
she looks like she' reading porn.
except,...
how do you read porn?!
doesn't make sense to me.
ohh. sam says ah-
"the theory of practical."
ohhh, makes sense.
haha you bagua!
BAGUA
BAGUA
MO NI DE GUA
DONG GUA
XI GUA
...
HUALALA!
11:58 AM;
hahahhaha trying to be higher than hai.
HAI SI BIE REN DE HAI!
lol don't know what's wrong with me.
what am i gonna WEAR tomorrow???
i have my sister's op mini.
and my sister's iora mini.
and my sister's other op mini.
yeah.
i'm facing a NO-CLOTHES CRISIS!
;O
it's hard acting happy.
this is a plain depressed BLOG.
shows blogger should ban people like me.
yeah.
i should be banned from everything.
that's a promising thought, actually.
typing on woanie's tablet.
my lappietoppie's flat on batt.
cool.
rhymes.
i don't like being emo.
i don't like acting happy either.
this sucks.
suckssuckssuckssuckssucks.
repetitive imbalance of positive and negative.
hardly slept last night.
that gongtoot amelia smsed me and i couldn't sleep cuz i kept laughing and laughing at her..
erm, very encouraging messages.
yep.
cme's no fun.
bann cme!
join the club.
free jackets.
11:23 AM;
11:09 AM;
let's pat pet!
pet pet pet. pat pat pat.
poet.
OOPS.
PADPADPAD.
haha lame joke-
why did the dumb blonde jump off the plane?
cuz she thought her pad had wings!!
hahahahahaha randommmmmmmmmmmm.
yeah my left hand is useless.
:-/
PATUO TMR!
LOL.
PAT-UO.
HAHAHAHAHAHA
STUPID
I'M HIGH.
NO.
HAI!
OHAIYO!
O-HAI-O.
SOUNDS LIKE KOPI-O.
HAHAHAHAHA.
SAM!!
BOOBS!
BOOBY TRAP!
LOL.
PET SAYS I'M SCARING HER.
HAHA
I FEEL LIGHT-HEADED.
WAHBIANG.
DIZZY!
my batt so low.
this song is depressing.
the alterbridge one i mean.
the in loving memory one.
that's... fitting.
lol.
let's play white and nerdy again!
fits ...erm, my ...date.
LOL.
tmr one.
haha
9:21 AM;
happier than i thought i WOULD be.
my double eyelids are in the precarious state of never reappearing again.
touchwood.
but yeah.
i'm okay!
iloveyoupet!
andgladys!
andpoopoo!
andwoan!
and thank God for brandon.
he's helped.
alot.
i'll be going for crezawards with him and joyce.
a triple date?
LOL.
that's a loose definition.
but heck.
my hand hurts.
running 4 msn convos and talking about strangely repetitive topics is really really tiring.
i'm smiling,
i admit.
ilove2c1.
8:46 AM;
so sleepy.
ms seow gave us a vocab exercise to do
and we could listen to music.
yay!
ncc girls left awhile back.
all my stuff's piled on top of yeeshan's tablet case now.
hehe.
ARGH damn you eyelids,
will you just double already??
i can't even open my eyes properly lar can.
12:17 PM;
but that's virtually impossible,
what with all the horniness around me.
i think amelia's regretting that i'm hyper again.
she kept telling me to shut up during maths.
HAHA TOO BAD POOPOO!
recess now.
why's the class so HOT?!
oh i know why.
someone turned up the heat.
hahahahahahaha
randomm.
i'm hungry.
but i shall jianfei! again!
ohyeah. let's go do the quiz justin sent.
i have nothing better to do anyway.
oh oh!
and it was like 5 minutes to recess,
according to the class clock which is like damn slow.
and i was like,"ring, bell ring!"
and chrissie poo went,"RING!"
and so did annabelle.
haha.
and lynette's the latest goodie!
i'm frozen strawberry! ;D
yeeshan gets to be kampong chicken!
and lynette shall be...
*insert drumroll*
... KAMPONG COW!
hahahahahahah i have no idea what's wrong with me.
2 days to crezawards!
2 days to day one of OM!
4 days to... (chrissie yells out this part)...CHURCH!
;D
10:12 AM;
Your Five Variable Love Profile 
Your propensity for monogamy is high.You find it easy to be devoted and loyal to one person.And in return, you expect the same from who you love.Any sign of straying, and you'll end things.
Experience Level:
Your experience level is medium.You probably have had a couple significant loves.And you may have even had your heart broken.But you haven't really dated a wide variety of people.
Dominance:
Your dominance is medium.You tend to be the one with more power.You aren't a total control freak in relationships..But of course you don't mind getting you way!
Cynicism:
Your cynicism is low.You are an eternal optimist when it comes to love and romance.No matter how many times you've been hurt - you're never bitter.You believe in one true love, your perfect soulmate.And if you haven't found true love yet, you know you will soon.
Independence:
Your independence is low.This doesn't mean you're dependent in relationships..It does mean that you don't have any problem sharing your life.In your opinion, the best part of being in love is being together.
8:50 AM;
emoemoemo.
this is getting dreadfully boring.
OM's so close.
we're performing after acsi.
right now i don't give a friggin shit.
my double eyelids disappeared again.
never in the history of my school life have i been this quiet.
which is a miracle in itself.
crezawards is 2 days away.
GO JULIENNE!
wow.
i summoned an exclamation mark.
record of the day.
8:39 AM;
what a strange phenomenon.
still feeling emo, yes.
more on the sad than angry side right now though.
blasting music.
blasting 3 doors down.
i love blasting.
repetition sucks.
so does my life.
there's living testimony to that.
i have the chat logs to prove it.
7:55 PM;
i hate the Internet.
and i got wireless.
fuck it.
iloveamelia.
thank you poopoo.
and no petrina i will not smile.
i hate people.
in general.
they get you so hyped and happy and positive,
then when you think your life is really perfect
they come and screw it up,
just when everything really has become great.
i know i'm obsessing.
no i'm not, actually.
it's a totally understandable response.
f lar.
IHATEMYSCREWEDUPLIFE.
call the ambulance,
i think i just died of a heart attack.
7:55 PM;
they involve falling down alot.
& sweating.
& getting yelled at.
& having to hang around obnoxious morons who can't put together coherent sentences.
but that's besides the point.
I HATE OM.
we'd better win the friggin gold mann.
finished painting all the props today.
YAY!
and we're still 2 weeks behind schedule.
like whattheheck.
i'm being daoed.
4 days to crez awards.
don't think i'm going though.
they're selling tix tomorrow,
but turquoise ones.
which means you sit at the side and strain to hear even a lyric.
i think i'm emo.
done with the OM script.
WOOHOO.
once and for all.
do you think they'll deduct marks for excessive sexual references?
8:37 PM;
6 April2007
it was seriously fun. and very very tiring. the amazing race was super hectic, and JAM combined with Sour Skittles to become Sour JAM! ;D and we won first! woohoo. it was great, cuz isabelle, izabella and i hung together for the majority of the day, and we started yelling "we like short tall fat skinny bald hairy men!" at the beach. and this short fat bald indian guy with a moustache walked past. like zomg. our first station was the shaving cream one. a volunteer has to be blindfolded and smeared with Gilette from waist up, and her teammates have to remain immobile in a circle and give her directions to hug all of them. yep. marie volunteered me! ;O and jacko was like trying to smear it on my erm, chest without actually touching my erm, chest. yeah. and i was hugging a tree after that, except the shaving cream made the tree bark stick to me. :-/ like whattheheck.
haha. dinner was okay lar. didn't eat much, cuz of my throat. ;-/ church people are blur mann. like only when we sat together then darryl went,"eh! matching shirts!" whatthesquishyface lah. haha. squishyfaces! ;D service was alot like atc. i went up with izabella halfway through dinner, and shakila clarice jazlyn etc were all in the chapel already. and shakila and i had a kind of emo talk? then we started crying and went back down from the rooftop to the chapel. yupp. we huddled in a corner and cried somemore, and every few minutes izabella would come over to ask if we were done yet and that she was bored. haha. cried alot alot in total. thank you for all the hugs people! ;))
EASTER SUNDAY
8 April 2007
Sat with Justin during service. I wore my sister’s skirt and a shirt that APPARENTLY, had a hole in it. Like zomg. I was supposed to wear a dress, but someone ah, didn’t wear one either. Hmph. We were actually supposed to sit in alternate rows, like boys one row girls one row, so he was the only guy in the row, but yeah. Sermon was kinda siann, but it’s nice to just be in church yeah. :)) happy birthday shakilala! Cannot cry or anything kay! Must be happy!! Small group was fun, cuz we played this game called HAHA, and you have to lie on one another’s stomachs. Now I know why small groups are divided into single gender sections. Haha.
Science now. I don’t go no clue what’s going on mann.
8:49 AM;
- 1 leader with a migraine and fever (sam)
- 1 teammate with a blistered right toe (qiqi)
- 1 teammate whose knee slipped off my ass during the pyramid formation (joan)
- 1 teammate who didn't have enough hair to tie up (amanda khoo)
- another teammate whose hair couldn't be tied up either (yeeshan)
oh yes. then there's me. the teammate in the friggin tiny miniskirt. all i can say about that is Mingo had it a million times worse. she wore JESSIE'S SKIRT. and as EVERYONE knows, anything in jessie's closet must be above the thigh.
we got it right up till the first bit. so you get how disastrous it was. heck. we had alot of fun yeah. and we bought yellow shirts for ten bucks yesterday (well they did. they forced me to), which i wanted to wear to tgigf tomorrow, since we're supposed to bring cothes we don't mind getting dirty. now though, ... well if there're gonna be water games and i wear that shirt, there are totally gonna be traffic accidents.
you get what i mean.
PBL now. my message inbox is full. D:
1:47 PM;
i'm supposed to be emo, but pet's made me un-emo. I LOVE YOU GLP! AND I KNOW YOU LOVE ME TOO.
oh wait wait. something for puiting:
HUNNY!! ii lurrbe euux!
heehee. i love you too shakila! :)
it's been an okay day, i guess. the others had to present their Drama course stuff, and everyone was trying on one another's clothes. PET IN POOPOO'S SKIRT! ;O so cute lar she. and it was damn funny cuz she pulled on shorts underneath the skirt, and she wanted to pull the skirt off, but it went all the way up her waist. and i made her choke on charsiew rice! xD sorry GLP! maths O was sian. with a capital N. heehee.
i don't think i'm emo any longer. super sleepy. my bill's due today. :-/ say goodbye to that siao person formerly known as hualala.
9:06 PM;
10:15 AM;
1:06 PM;
me: cannot lah! he's broke!
hannah: ...he's bald?
me: NO! he has hair!
hannah: ...EW!
(we all start laughing)
ms loo: azalea chan! finish your work already anot ha?
me: YES MS LOO!
me: eh gladys he looks so small next to you!
hannah: (makes horny face) small??
gladys: huh? small as in little boy lah!
hannah: not THAT kind of small.
me: EW! EW!
(we all go hysterical)
ms loo: hannah lai, whole day long talk rubbish ah!
(we all laugh somemore)
gladys: hey azalea! guess what?
me: ...what?
gladys: let the number of technicians be A, and let the number of packers be J! the total number of workers is.... A+J!!
me: what.the.heck.
gladys: guess what???
me: (groans) oh no, what??
gladys: A+F=AF.
me: huh.
gladys: A+F is still equals to AF! so the A sound is redundant!
me:...thanks alot huh!
i can't remember what else we said, but it was totally horny. and ms loo's probably scared to death of 2C1 forever more. :P
11:59 AM;
first words-
i'm emo.
frankly, i'm surprised at how things affect me so much.
and so quickly.
still got maths homework.
fuck, i'm in a bad mood.
really bad mood.
you know what?
mondays should be banned.
then the week would never start and stuff like this would never happen.
wait.
emo post.
no long sentences.
i'm talking pure shit, i know.
whatthefuck i hate msn.
it's RUINED MY LIFE.
all of a sudden i feel like having Dance lessons.
then at least i can hit someone accidentally-on-purpose.
just to vent my anger, of course.
no one in class pisses me off.
but heck.
i have no idea what i'm talking about.
7:27 PM;
6:31 PM;
4 days to CHURCH! ;D we shall trade shirts. weehee.i am high. NOOOO! i am HAI. HAHAHAHAHA. oops. psyched. >.< ;D
10:36 AM;
SATURDAY:
get to school late, change into the hot class tee in the classroom, ...although vana's stupid giuy friend was sitting there. go over to the 2c1 stall to help out, and turns out julienne left the test tube corks at home. CHIONG AH!! i rush to her house with her, then come back and slack. the REELART for the sec 2s was super cute. Pet had to narrate A Cinderella Story, and jovina wore a tux! ;O was helping ruiqi hold her testtube of sprite in a giant friggin cold packet of ice when i spilled some on my fbts. then i got hair gel on my shorts. uhhuh. and later on, when ....yeah, i was trying to drink his ice from the bubble tea thingy and i spilled the remaining syrup on myself again. ;-/ ohwells. oh then we hung around at a stairwell for about half an hour. hannah said there was some movie screening in the avt, but by the time we got there it was completely empty. the air-con was still turned on, though. so we sat there for like two hours and some sec 1 ncc girls started cleaning the place and he started laughing cuz they're in ncc. yep. 2C1 WON BEST-EFFORT!! cuz we all wore hats! ;D and viona's gong mann. read this:
viona: where are you?
me: (puts her on loudspeaker)
justin: i'm sorry, azalea' busy right now. and can't come to the phone.
(we start laughing)
(long silence)
viona: ...hello?
hahahahaha damn funny. i got scoldings from like everyone, cuz they thought i got kidnapped or something. i took bus home after that, and realised i'd forgot my umbrella. whattheheck right. got super wet (don't think dirty), showered, tried on like 8 sets of clothes, then left the house to cross the road and take 74. stupid rain. stupid useless umbrella. 3 74s went past the stop while i was trying to close the friggin thing. but enough about that. it's supposed to be a happy post. we went to seoul garden and i took a giant wad of tanghoon (or beehoon) cuz i didn't know what to take. he was the one who got all the food and stuff lah. shows how hopeless i am. D: took a taxi back to mgs, and he practically started sprinting up the hill, cuz he needed to pass the tickets to his sister. as in, not his real one. yep. the dance thing was cool. didn't see laura or phoebs, but i did see emmeliene ong and eva and madeleine lie and some others.
should i also mention yesterday wasn't a camwhore day for me? i took like 7 photos can.
7:06 AM;
i'm shacked. at the foyer now, and the weird stuff on the floor seems vaguely reminiscent of the toilet paper stuck in the level 2 cubicles. but let's not go into that.
joan woan was being randy just now and asking her older brother (and i mean her real one) about sex. ohmann that's reminding me of yesterday, when sam and i had an msn conversation about wobbly and exploding boobs. not forgetting the fact, of course, that she sits in front of me.
midyears are coming. so're syf and OM. calling me stressed out is an extreme understatement. i can't wait for tomorrow. i'm seriously hyped up about seeing laura and phoebe and the the others again.
i know i don't sound hyper right now. whatever.
...
it's called emphasising my point.
2:17 PM;
7am- get up and curse
8am- finally wake up and crse somemore, then chiong to school
8.30am- report in class for attendance
8.45- 10.15am- die of boredom
10.15- 11am- duty in the physics lab
11am to... whenever- you know this part
...
i still haven't figured out what to tell my parents about the later part of the day. telling my mom the truth would probably give her a heart attack. or at least, high blood pressure. AAACK. and i'm broke. )):
12:44 PM;
i went to the second floor toilet with sam and joan just now, and i didn't know my toilet door has a broken lock. then the expected happened, and sandra opened the door on me. whattheheck. sam and joan were still in the other cubicles, and they started screaming too when sandra and i did. it was seriously funny.
the learning festival's tomorrow. i have DUTY at the PHYSICS LAB. zomg. so weird. we have to wear our skirts. whatthepong. so much for dressing up as guys. ....oh i know i know!! we shall be bung! or bunk! whichever! ;D
10:55 AM;
it was raining up till like half an hour ago. ARGH. i love the rain mann. and LD's in about fifteen minutes time and i don't wanna go plus i forgot to bring a plain shirt for my role as sewage worker and i don't got no plain shirts. )): you think guys would have any?? i need at least one. BADLY.
Catch Your Wave. it was Pop Princess, but Jessie switched. :-/
oh and for Learning Festival this Saturday, laopo qiqi and me are gonna dress up as guys!! ;O amelia says i look like a guy when i wear ruiqi's cap. like whattheheck.
now they're playing this parodical remake of a Backstreet Boys' song. HAHA.
3:11 PM;
it's raining. <33 i'm happy. flowerflowers love rain. :))
1:40 PM;
8:17 AM;
5:24 PM;
NOT SCAREDED OF YOU HUAAA. i ask my... erm, ...my... er, boyfriend to come beat yours up! ;D
(that was obviously qiqi)
hello janeen. i'm sweaty. and hungry. justin!! i'm hungry. )):
HELLO AZALEA AKA AZZHOLE!!!
haha azzhole, i think that's like the best name ever. Obviously it's invented by leong qiqi aka Lao pok pok (LPP). Since it's so randomly funny and silly... Hualala.
(that was obviously janeen)
yep. yeeshan! do your maths! zomg qiqi and janeen look like they're making out from this angle! ;O
1:18 PM;
You Are Pretty Happy 
this is kinda surprising, and must be exceptionally weird to all you people who think i'm like the highest of the high all the time. ;-/
12:29 PM;
ahhhh. she's back. huahua's dead.
12:24 PM;
anyway.
it's tuesday. let's do a countdown! ;D
FOUR DAYS TO:
- no tuition, for once
- learning festival (i get to suan people! heehee)
- mgs dance thingy
yeah! i'm going with justin. can't wait to see all the people from 6.6 2005. miss them loads. and the learning festival's gonna ROCK mann. muahahahahhahahahahahahahaha. laopo + charsiewbao/s. gladys plus all her gazillion J guys. jasmine plus her tap ahem. pet plus her brother. amelia + jeffrey (LOL. i'm kidding). and that leaves me. the extra alone poor thing pitifully abandoned one. and yeah that's just a very unsubtle hint for someone.
recess now. i'm tired. slept at past midnight, cuz i was up the whole night freaking out. i feel randy. LOL. and my mortal's candy looks like boobs. as in, the marshmallow packets. yupp. sleepy. )):
10:08 AM;
A- almost there
B- barely there
C- comfortable
D- damn big
E- extremely big
F- fake! ;O
if you have any imagination or creativity at all, you'd know what she's talking about.
2:23 PM;
2:19 PM;
anyway.
the Learning Festival's this saturday. i have no idea who's inviting who. seriously. huahua's getting old. :-/ joyce!! bring somalia k!! not that stupid kuku coconut. and i think i'm inviting people, but i can't say i'm sure.
CS now. whattheheck i'm gonna fail.
12:41 PM;
yesterday was a great day too. ...it was okay, actually. fine, fine, it rocked. shhh. no question why.
had youth ministry and got hit alot. ALOT. and shakila found me before i found her. again. ;O
went over to amelia's house to paint the jungle backdrop for OM. that's Odyssey of The Mind to you people. we spent ten bucks on tissue paper and wantan mee, 2 hours on scrubbing the void deck floor, and an hour screaming at bugs. amelia's gundu friend was supposed to come help us, but he came when kana'd already gone home. stupid amelia. read this:
amelia: do you think jeffrey's cute?
me: errm, ...okay. ...i guess?
amelia: i don't think he is.
me: oh. okay.
(long pause)
amelia: ...you and him very pei lehh!
whatthehell amelia cheng. and that kuku kept pushing me towards him cuz she wanted me to bump into him. STUPID.
PE just ended. recess now. home ec practical test after this. i'm scared. oh and nafa was crap. passed everything. duh. still. i need remedial. :-/
10:25 AM;
8:37 PM;
3:44 PM;
this is a drop dead boring post, i know. let's leave it as being testimonial to my last blog. <33
3:12 PM;