Distant Hills
The distant hills call to me.
Their rolling waves seduce my heart.
Oh, how I want to graze in their lush valleys.
Oh, how I want to run down their green slopes.
Alas, I cannot.
Damn the electric fence.
Damn the electric fence.
Thank You.
(Cow Poetry)

If someone has a mid-life crisis while playing hide & seek, does he automatically lose because he can't find himself?

If, instead of talking to your plants, you yelled at them, would they still grow, only to be troubled and insecure?

When sign makers go on strike, is anything written on their picket signs?

Why do they report power outages on TV?

Why do they call it a TV set when you only get one?

Why is it called a "building" when it is already built?

In the bookstore the other day, I saw a book entitled "Sex for Dummies"... Why would someone want to teach dumb people how to reproduce? Aren't there enough of them alive already?

You know how most packages say "Open here". What is the protocol if the package says, "Open somewhere else"?

If you have your finger touching the rear-view mirror that says -- "objects in mirror are closer than they appear", how can that be possible?

Why is it when two planes almost hit each other it is called a "near miss"? Shouldn't it be called a "near hit"?

Sam's my fancy!
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trying to clear out my folder, so in the days to come there'll be alot of amusing crap here, such as...

oh my dearest friend,
When you are sad, ...I will get you drunk and help you plot revenge against the sorry bastard/bitch who made you sad.
When you are blue, ...I'll try to dislodge whatever is choking you.
When you smile, ...I'll know you finally got laid.
When you are scared, ...I will rag you about it every chance I get.
When you are worried, ...I will tell you horrible stories about how much worse it could be and to quit whining.
When you are confused, ...I will use little words to explain it to your dumb ass.
When you are sick, ...stay away from me until you're well again. I don't want whatever you have.
When you fall, ...I will point and laugh at your clumsy ass.
This is my oath, ...I pledge 'til the end. Why you may ask? Because you're my friend!

Send this poem to ten of your closest friends and get depressed because you realize you only have 2 friends, and one of them is not speaking to you right now anyway.

Postscript:
A friend will help you move.
A really good friend will help you move a body

in light of the current SARS outbreak, the MoE has given the order for all students to stay at home until the 6th of april.

how nice. when we get back to school, the ciriculum (ok, i don't know how to spell it!) is going to be shit. we'll probably have extra math and god knows what practically every day. not only that, this means that us pple at ij have 3 weeks of march hols and only 2 weeks of june. this is absolute shit.

what exactly am i complaining abt? i should be happy right? no, im not. i do not wish to go back to school and get piles of crap loaded unto us students. i really pity the choir girls as well, i believe that their SYF has been postponed. if that happends to us, they'll be dealing with over a hundred bands of very pissed pple.

the SYF date for band has been fixed. we are the 111th band to play on the 11th of april at 11.30am (i think, give or take a few minutes). notice the ones? hoping that it is a good omen. hah! do not have lessons on that day.

alright, getting a little late. have to make a trip tmr back to school, just to collect my saxophone. also hoping that i do not have tuition on sunday, actually had to go during the march hols... sheesh. ok, will blog again soon.

right. have not updated for nearly 2 (for dragonlance readers: only 2, not more than 2...) weeks already. jamie, stop bugging me to update, jeez you think i got so much time?

have been very busy esp with band. got prac 3 times a week. in a way it's fun but at this rate, think i'll crumble under the pressure by the time SYF rolls around. but hey, stress is a good thing, in a way. a certain amt of stress is needed in daily life, like when you have to pass a test or even when you cross a road (don't have to worry abt getting banged down is it?).

yay! watched the FotR extended version last week! got a few cut scenes, at the beginning bilbo narrates and also the whole gift giving scene. i can't believe how much they cut outta lothlorien! i know, it drags the film and all but it's really relevent to what happens later, esp for pple who haven't read the book. was watching it at nick's place, it doesn't help that he's read the Very Secret Diaries by cassandra claire.

haldir (looking at frodo): you bring great evil into these woods.
nick: yes.(pregnant pause) it's called homosexuality.

heh heh... will blog when i can. am off to watch smallville now. think Lex is very hot. ok, rambling. not good. oh yes, and i put up a link to josie and linette's blog. they're sisters, by the way. ok, will go now.

bumber stickers we'd love to see...

I brake for insects.
He who laughs last thinks slowest.
Work is for people who don't know how to fish.
We are born naked, wet, and hungry. Then things get worse.
Consciousness: That annoying time between naps.
All generalisations are false.
I'm not as think as you drunk I am.
Forget about World Peace...visualise using your turn signal.
We have enough Youth, how about a fountain of Smart?
It IS as bad as you think, and they ARE out to get you.
Change is inevitable...except from a vending machine.
Out of my mind. Back in five minutes.
The more people I meet, the more I like my dog.
I get enough exercise just pushing my luck.
Sorry, I don't date outside my species.
No radio - Already stolen.
Where there's a will, I want to be in it.
Who stopped payment on my reality check?
Few women admit their age; Fewer men act it.
Some people are only alive because it is illegal to kill.
Pride is what we have. Vanity is what others have.
Always remember you're unique, just like everyone else.
Friends help you move. Real friends help you move bodies.
I don't suffer from insanity -- I enjoy every minute of it.
Your kid may be an honours student, but you're still an idiot.
I love cats...they taste just like chicken.
Beauty is in the eye of the beer holder.
There are 3 kinds of people: those who can count & those who can't

heh heh.

heck. why don't i just have an entry for quotes by authors?

I may write disturbing stuff, but really I have the heart of a small boy... I keep it in a jar on my desk.
- Stephen King

The Mariott hotel group is under the impression that you can make a drinkable cup of tea using the hotel room's coffee perculator, a complimentary tea-bag, a thing of creamer, and a sort of a small cut off plastic straw. The Marriott hotel group is wrong.
- Neil Gaiman

will update... eventually. trying to get a tag board/flooble as well.

Wow, you're a Squall. I don't think ive ever met a
Squall before. You may seem quiet and boring
but really have a tortured soul. You'd be a
grear character in those heartbreaking romance
novels. too bad you'd probably die in the end.


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i've just realized, he's quite hot eh?


you are "the villain". you delight in
squashing small rodents under your sick little
palm. yum yum.


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You are a Fairy of Dreams. You can see this life
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and yes, i like fairies. right, that was a sign of a total bimbo but im tired ok? and when im tired i do quizzes and make stupid comments. imagine if i were tired all the time *shudder*. in a way i am, but not to that extent. just esp on mondays, since i've got band and PE as well. ok, got bio test tmr. hafta go.

some quotes from my friends. you'll enjoy them, i've amusing friends.

everytime you say the 'f' word, i go home and wash my ears.
- steph, on my language

i want to fry myself!
- jenny, on her blog

now i know how girls from those classes are like.
- one of my bandmates, during ipw class. it was a combined class thing.

i don't want to get scurvy.
- steph, when she bought orange juice.

my sister's not 8 anymore. she's 15!
- my sister, on her blog. (she's nuts)

you don't have to send anything over. you've already sent bol bol.
- my sister, when we offered to send stuff. (she's nuts)

my friend: im afraid of the dark
me: oh too bad, i've got 30 feet infra-red vision. my god, did i just say that?
( my d&d halfing character has that. man, i really need a game )

it's really good to be writing in my blog after so long... been having an awfully long week, like as if it's all merged into one massively crappy day.

the new band room's small, but cosy. it's ok, at least we have a band room. having sectionals in the canteen and under the trees (not at the same time lah!) is pretty fun as well. the air-cons just started working, sorry for that. will miss nice scenery of trees directly outside 'cos will have to close windows. we'd hear the awful drilling though, during practice but it was really funny when mr sim (our conductor) started trying to guess what pitch the drilling was in (F#).

snuck off with isis during sectionals on friday to see our classrooms. they're abt 10 paces wide and two walls are covered with soft board (that stuff that's used for notice boards). there's only one wall with windows and two ceiling fans so it'll be pretty stuffy. will try to find way ard that, mebe bring portable fan? stepping out of class, im greeted with the sight of a football field. the school has two of them, i look forward to pet day, perhaps the school will bring horses in.

can already forsee the complaints from self righteous pompous brats, 'it's so hot here!', 'what's the school trying to do, kill us?', 'the place is so gross...' it's old lah, and of course, my fav, 'why is there no air con?'

for god's sake, you have a place to study, a teacher to teach you, chairs, tables and books to use and you don't need to worry abt if you'll have food on the table tonight.

so learn.

i am damned tired right now. have had 8 tests or so, last and this week. feeling the burn. obviously right now my writing's not very good, been doing argumentative essays for english... crap, have to write one on friday. but no matter, the march hols are starting in a couple of weeks. very geared up for it, got many things planned. including trying to get my hair dyed blue. of course there will be band and im painting the class over in thomson(is that how you spell it?) as well. also spending some time at choir. feels like some kind of shortened december hols. am writing in fragmented sentences and have no paragraphs, not a good sign.

i think i've been doing too many summaries for english. have to go now, got to get to church for ash wednesday. will blog again soon, hopefully when im in a better state.

read an unmentionable blog recently. you know those random e-journals you stumble on when you're randomly surfing and it's all a random accident you're there at all? yeah, one of those.

after reading the latest entry, i realised that i knew this person. as i went down the entries, one jumped up at me. it went something like "WHO THE HELL GAVE YOU PERMISSION TO LINK MY BLOG? IT'S NOT FOR THE WHOLE WORLD!" or along those lines. quite obviously, i got my arse outta there straight away and there's no way im finding that site again.

so if your blog is not for all eyes, then why post on the internet? that's practically publishing it to the world, ain't it? everyone has problems. it's just how you choose to deal with it. write it down? draw it? talk to friends? talk to yourself even. putting it down, in an online diary, is a different matter. i understand the thinking, oh it's some kind of private thing with my inner circle...

with the internet, that's bullshit. it's internet for god's sake. it's where you do research, check your mail, chat with your friends, meet new people, check out blogs and mebe even have the occasional porn jump out at you.

for god's sake, i can even find the lyrics for 'i've got a lovely bunch of coconuts'.

things get around, ya know? the only way of having no one read what you post is, simply, not telling anyone where you've posted it.

ok. so what's a blog for? i've got mine cos i like writing and it's here that i do my occasional rambles and have opinions. you know everyone has different views and tastes, i like publishing mine on the net and finding out if anyone share them. don't bloody care if anyone's laughing at me, endorphins are good for you. come to think of it, i'd probably laugh at you too, if i read your blog.

right, going off to visit my daily blogs now. the best and longest blog i know, gotta be neil gaiman's. he's got an faq on it as well. and you find out things you ever knew, like he's coming to singapore!

aargh...!!! you've no idea how, how... crappy i am feeling now. no, not even fucked up is a strong enough word. fuck life, it's a bitch. bah, fuck everything!!! just want to throw my hands up in the air and give up.

suprisingly, it seems that school's the only thing i've got going for me. not being fucked up there. yet.

just got off the phone with my sister. she's having such a great time in london. hell, every phone call we have usually has her saying, come over here lah!? she also says that having a boyfriend is overrated and i shd heck choir, leave 'em and go join a better one else where. mebe i will do that, move church. you have no idea how nice that sounds.

you know what i think? i think i need a role model. my dad was a beng at this age, my mum was still biting boys, my sister's too wierd and nick's just plain nuts. and so is everyone else i know, or too young. as far as i can remember, no one i know wasn't a juvenile delinquent at this age, or neurotic.

you know what? maybe im too normal.

shit, i hate this. no, that's not it. i need a break. stop band, choir, school, church, tuition, band, choir and band. need to go away to a nice, preferbly quiet place and read a nice quiet book. like the wake(rachael's letting me borrow hers, in fact) or something like that.

or maybe i need a game.

damn. band today was horrible. hate mr chan. i give up, whatever. but, still love my saxophone.

did i mention? it was my birthday on saturday. horrible day, mr chan was crappy. my long-time friends(of 9 years) were crappy. all 3 of them forgot it was my birthday. i know theirs, of course, 30th sept for val, christmas for jean and charmaine's somewhere in august.

feeling rather depressed now. did not have b'day cake, however, received 60 dollars of b'day hong bao. go me! and blew it on lotr collector's cards. feeling guilty for it, but rather well spent. can sell on e bay eventually.

the only nice thing that happened for my b'day was that nick, g and wei wen came over in the middle of the night to give me muffins, with candles stuck in them. it was nearly 1 in the morning and nick happily called me on my phone,'open the door!' . was stunned for a while, can't believe they did that. so nice! mebe i'll do it for jenny on her b'day, she seemed to be very fascinated by the idea that they bothered to come over. it would have been really nice if raymond were there, actually. but he had a hard day and was tired. oh well. still can't believe they did that!

saxophone section also gave me a slice of cake after lunch. stuck a candle in it. very cute! also attempted to play 'happy b'day' on the sax, valiant effort. i know, im sounding rather bimbotic today. i'm tired, did 2.4 and circuit training for PE, followed by pickle ball, ow arms aching. not very good at ball games, or sport for that matter.

went out on sunday. met kenny, jamie's new stead. rather nice chap, easy going, think of him like an older brother. he's 16, taking... double science i think? they make a good match, in any case.

that's all i can write for now. did everything off the top of my head, just feel like writing, you know the feeling?

got 9 periods with 8 subjects tmr. aargh.

really was not looking forward to band today. but, sometimes i forget how much i love playing the saxhophone(not that im any good at it). also learned that the whole band has to run a few rounds tmr, 30% of the girls who are in TAF club are in band. bloody hell, i don't need this, im underweight! why not jut ask the TAF girls to run? or is Mr Chan(band teacher-in-charge) trying to intergret a sense of unity and commradreship(is that how you spell it?) in the band? whatever it is, i think he's acting for the good of the band, should have some trust in him yes? eventhough i wish i could damn him to the deepest pits of hell? emotion against logic, hate that.

checked out priscilla's blog. she's so expressive, more than she is usually when you talk to her. she's got a great voice, i always sing with her during band, very ironic. she used to be in her primary school choir for, 5? years and got sick of if. like me, she needed a break and decided to join band. doesn't mean she hate singing, we actually sing evey band prac. but if Mr Chan ever catches us... it'll be "off with their heads!"

eldred called yesterday. he's an old friend of my sister's and our neighbour as well, wanted to know how he could contact my sis in London 'cos siu bunn(another friend) will be making a trip there. ended up talking to him for the next 2 hours or so, we talked about everything! from the sucky education system in singapore to CYF (church group) to neil gaiman. haven't had a conversation like that in a long time. actually it was more of me listening to what he had to say, his views are bloody fascinating.
apparently, he's going to canada to study for the next 3 years or so, leaving in august, i think. toria, if you're reading this, he asks if you could send pictures of london to him(doing sandman sketch/story, dunno which)as well as how to contact you? thanks.

aargh, had accounts test today. hope i don't fail, both my parents are bankers, does that help?

Silver Dragon


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got this from rachael's blog. most fascinating.

I actually enjoy shocking most people, it's fun and usually entertaining.
- Rachael Law, on her blog

I managed to download the font for Elvish and Dwarven. haha Damn cool!!!!! now i know how to write elvish, just have to learn how to speak it... I'm not that die hard lah, just thought it would be cool.
- Marcus, on his blog

yes i know, i have yet to put up my links and whatnot. will do it, eventually. trying to change the format of my blog, it's bloody difficult, i think i'll just ask clarissa to do it for me, dammit.

rachael's a cool person, she's one of the only people able to freak me out. other then my sister, she's the only person i know who's actually read the sandman. damn it, she's got the whole series, parents got it for her b'dae, last year i think. how lucky can you get?

marcus is crazy, he's got NO bloody idea what he's talking about. even with the elvish/dwarven font it doesn't mean you can write elvish/dwarvish. language is not something you speak frivolously about, especially languages that are, well, not real? and elvish is the language, the script is called tengwar (created by this elf named feanor, who's dead actually). god, how i dislike these people who have no idea what they're talking about(no offense marcus!) it's not as if im an expert at elvish, i haven't the faintest idea how to write it, but i can at least differentiate quenya and sindarin.

if only i were this interested in chinese.

ok, i'll stop ranting now. which reminds me, there's this really good elvish site, http://www.uib.no/People/hnohf/ . will put it in links when i have time.
aargh, accounts test on friday!

whew.
i haven't forgotten abt this blog, yet. it's been a damned long time since i wrote. been busy, esp since school's reopened. im in one of the worst classes in the school, just 'cos i failed math last year. this combination ain't so bad actually, at least there's pure geography in it.
so many things have happened these few weeks. my sister broke up with her boyfriend back here in singapore, i dunno how to react to that. im still pretty good friends with him though, he's not like the others. all her past boyfriends(and their friends) were never this nice to me, just treated me like something extra, to tolerate. i suppose i am, but they don't know the first thing about me. i call nick up, once in a while. he's really easy to talk to, like as if he were my age(which i guess, in a way he still is). it's interesting, his views on certain subjects, i wouldn't get comments like that from anyone else i know.

Nick - im going to cryogenically freeze myself
me - what if you wake up and find the world a barren wasteland?
nick - we gamers and pessimistic by nature, so others would probably have hidden in caves and such. i'll source out other gamers, sit down and have a game.
(note: i can't remember exactly what he said, but it goes along those lines)

c'mon. how many pple do you know will give you an answer like that?

what else has happened? yarh, got into the class comm. position of secretary, i mostly just take minutes during meetings and try help the treasurer. we meet up with our form teacher, mrs kunna, every friday. she's our math teacher as well, sometimes when she sees a girl being distracted, she'll stop the lesson and go 'focus girls, you must focus!' it's bloody annoying. there was once she gave us a break, so i took out my literature work and started writing, which she bloody confiscated! when i asked for it back after the lesson, she spat out something about being in the class comm and 'being focused' during math. what the hell, what was the point of that so called 'break' then?? whatever, i'll just leave it.

that's pretty much all i can write for now, will try to write again soon.

aargh, gotta go to me grandma's house tmr. have i ever mentioned that my relatives(from my mother' side) think my sister and i have been brought up heathen? well, there're the uncivilliazed ones, so there!!

physics test on tuesday. aargh.

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