for those of you who don't know, i share a blog with my sister so am not talking to self lah. but she drops by only on occasion. it's quite easy to tell the difference between her writing and mine, by the way.

to tor: no, didn't get it. you cow thing went very well though. it was my impromtu that was total crap. for the first 20 seconds i had no idea what i was saying. the topic was 'beauty pageants are a waste of time'. so expository, my downfall in English!

just realised haven't ranted on about 'the prince and me' here. it's an absurd movie that's total crap that made me feel like absolute shit when i came out of the theatre. it's the type of movie where if you don't have a boyfriend makes you want to grab any random hot guy off the street and snog him.

am so shallow. sigh.

i say, has anyone seen my copy of OotP? seem to have misplaced it/lent it to someone/both. hope tor didn't bring it to london..? also just realised that the book and the movie are coming out in about a month. cool. generally don't like gary oldman. Sirius Black CANNOT look like that. nor Lupin. but will see movie anyway, it is a Harry Potter movie after all.

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ok, done. he didn't ask who wrote your cow dream but i think he knows anyway (i mean, come on, it's daddy..!). then he gave me some pointers abt how one shouldn't memorise something but instead to simply try to tell a story. like how i can talk on the phone to someone for a bloody 2 hours and it's so difficult to write a 2 minute thing.

so like that lah. think am going to go with your cow thing, daddy said pple in school might not appreciate the gaiman one.

read daddy a bit of babycakes and he didn't even let me finish it! said something abt not reading word for word and interacting with the audience. then he did a demo and turned the whole thing inside out, took the idea instead of just reading the whole thing, 'teachers and friends, i'd like you, for a moment to just imagine, what if one day, all the animals disappeared?' or something along those lines. why couldn't i have inherited more funky useful stuff from daday? so in doing that, am not actually reading neil gaiman's work as such. but i supose i'll still write a letter to his agent abt it anyway.

ok, will get back to you in a while about reading yours.

I don’t know why I keep having this dream. Do I think of myself as a cow? Is this a cry for help, a fear of being trapped, or simply exams?(raise eyebrow here in ironic fashion) There is a slightly farcical quality to my dream. Farce is what you call funny things which are tragic, like charlie chaplin, or mr bean. Or clowns. My cows are not laughing, they are dying, but it is funny nonetheless. Like the laugh of a madman, the last man on earth.

http://www.loony-archivist.com/babycakes/page2.htm is a link to neil gaiman's short story 'babycakes'. highly recommended.

This is tor. I am stressed. This is what I wrote:

It begins in a small room made of mud—the roof is dry grass of the sort you find in deserts. The air is dry. The heat, everywhere. Through the small square hole in the wall, very high up, is a pink sky. But we are not on Mars, though the landscape be as barren. It is bright in the room. The walls are thick. It is very bright outside.

I am sprawled on the floor, my Sec 4 Chemistry book in front of me, reading. But I can’t, suddenly. I cannot turn the page. Upon it thrashes a thick brown coil, a great earthworm, it seems, all blood and muscle, in agony, covering my words with slime, blood and soil. To one side stands a black crow, its head jerking from side to side, taking sneaky little bites. I can see blood, pumping, through the skin of the worm, the little vessel in its centre gasping madly, as if for air.

Fascinated as I am, I must go on. I turn the page, pressing the paper firmly downwards with my hand until the juices run and squelch between my fingers. The door is on my right. A big, barnyard affair, wood nailed together. I draw the old-fashioned bolt, and push the door open to reveal a pink sky rushing to meet the horizon. Of dying cows.

The land is covered by dying cows. Dying cows everywhere, reaching to the horizon. It is a scene of visceral decay. I am overwhelmed with sadness for all these cows. I see a horrribly mutilated young calf, eyes covered with a white rheum, dried blood mixed with the dead bodies of flies, bloated from its flesh. I do not know why these cows were injured. I do not know why they are dying. But I am determined to save them.

But. I can’t! They are too many! Too many for me to carry to the nearest town. I pick up the young calf, and start walking.

I don’t know why I keep having this dream. Is my self image a cow? There is a slightly farcical quality to this, considering cows are usually used in funny imagery. Farce is what you call funny things which are tragic, like charlie chaplin, or mr bean. Or clowns. I think it is exam anxiety. Yesterday I dreamt I was in a gothic castle a la Harry Potter, except the courtyards were filled with statues of famous philosophers. And they could talk, a la Necroscope. They were all grey, but the light was yellow, like evening sun. I could see dust motes in the streams of light but it did not seem dusty. I was in a grey room looking out into the courtyard. I spoke to the figures there. There were many statues.

See? My dreams are all of me being trapped inside a small place, with a big place outside. The small place is always grey, or brown, or dark. And the outside space is infinite, or I can’t see the end. There are always lots of things outside, and it is bright and pretty. I can see their form, but their content, or meaning, is mysterious. I don’t feel trapped in the dream, because I can always go outside. But when I do, I don’t fully appreciate the things outside. Why? maybe i am just stressed.

first up, happy easter everyone! today's easter mass went alright i think. hope your lentern sacrifices paid off, that is, if you're the type who does that sort of thing.

next, happy hide (pronounced HEE-dei) memorial day! *prances with chan (who's hollering 'rocket dive' lyrics) around shopping cart with lemons in*

ok, enough with the jap stuff.

computer man came on friday. that's it, my printer has gone totally kaput, from lack of use. it's barely a year old dammit! looks like attempts to print various school assignments were pretty pointless. ack. now have to get new one, *anguished cry* oh will this search for a good printer never stop!?

yes, have also been sick for about a week now. lungs half full of phlegm, sometimes have to stop what i'm doing half way, stare off into the distance and then start trying to hack up my respiratory system. once done being amused by dancing stars, have to do a bit of blinking before repeating process. good thing fever went down.

have chinese prelims tmr. wishing me luck is not going to do any good. going to blindfold self and jump off cliff while desperately trying to miss hitting the ground.

among a few other churches, went to Mary queen of the angels on thursday. aargh! i swear, want to move to that church even though it's in bukit batok, my future house will look like the columbarium there!

to les: wussup with you man? looking at your e-journal (of which i don't understand at least half of because of people/incidents am not familiar with and just plain cheem-ness), feel you surrounded by bad karma, regardless of even if you feel 'all right now'. want to meet up one day for coffee?

to liz: miss you too! especially our slacking at starbucks. might drop by lah, who knows? should catch up one day, take care dear.

to lll: (for full effect, imagine me saying this with all the stresses)*reclines in chair and raises an eyebrow disdainfully* which part of 'all that has been written' do you not understand?

have to go drink milk now. will try to remember not to throw away special offer/free milk/whatever sales gimmick thing.

changed layout. haven't time enough to fiddle with a fancy one but simple and plain works too. fixed tag board so now you can pretty much see the whole thing.

by the way, scrapped the links and random stuff 'cos honestly can't be bothered with blog etiquette. don't see why i should add rubbish links just because i'm supposed to. but if you ever need a link that used to be here then just ask, via tag.

comments please? thanks.

yarh larh, ok les, i'll write! *acknowledging nod to the smallness of the tag board, as well as all that has been written*

have been v. busy, during the march hols banders had to go back to school 5 days a week, 'cos of the concert larh. but had a bit of fun during the practices, at least. i'm definitely going to miss those (and the odd things we have to do like try to get the chime to shut up when we're in the bus by having 4 of us grab different sections of it) once us sec 4s are properly out of the band. not the ungodly hours though. but it's not over yet, we still have honours day to play for, ack.

please don't ask how the concert went. i can't exactly answer that question. or anything related to band, for that matter.

now that we've stopped for the exams, i don't feel so crushed anymore, am v. relieved to have more time. but sometimes i think even if there were 36 hours in a day it wouldn't be enough... i would spend alot of it messing around this blog you know. and reading others, of course. i'm sorry to those whose blogs i'm supposed to read, i hardly find time to come online and check my mail larh, wah lau.

am absolutely sick of doing them chinese tests. gave up on friday (also 'cos i was late) and only filled in multiple choice sections, what's the point? we'd have to do another one on monday anyway. but have been studying for prelims larh, getting through the chinese shou che book is like wading through a swamp, without any pants on.

we made a suggestion to mrs nix the other day, that we'd just do our english homework on our blogs ('cos it's some kind of reflection thing) and hey, that's generally what people do on their blogs most of the time anyway... right..? but it got turned down, of course. interesting concept though, i rather thought it would make me write in my blog more.

i want to change my skin, bleah, the computer guy said he'd save my folder for me the last time we reformatted the com but i don't know what happened, crap. had this really nice background, stained parchment looking, with inked designs at the side. ah crap.

i bought the budak pantai album! they are so cool, a local a capella band. if you want, i could lend you the album. they did 'my heart wil go on' (that's right, the celine dion one) with this funky country feel thing combined with... Star Wars..? yeah, it's cool. highly recommended. speaking of albums, am planning to buy the jason mraz (i don't know how to spell his surname, no. but it sounds something like that) one. he drinks, smokes and still sounds like honey, beautiful! and he writes his own songs too.

can't wait for maundy thursday, do so like the visiting churches thing. was just going to mention the churches i'll be visiting but suddenly have mrs Chu's voice in my head,' and they also tell them where they're going!'. hrm. so let's play 'i'm not a stupid teenager' then. in any case, *waves* that was for any teacher who just so happens to be here.

mum screaming at me for throwing the milk carton away. had to cut out portion of it to redeem free extra carton see, you know the type. so now she's banging things around 'cos she's angry. i do wish she'd stop.

alright, i'm off. will blog when something excititng happens i suppose.

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always treat you right and is very romantic. He
will do anything for you. He is very polite and
has deep brown eyes and is very good looking
(which is another plus!). He can make anything
cheesy look really hot(like sliding down stairs
on a shield shooting arrows or wearing pointy
ears for example). Congrats!!


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This is me, tor.


The Planner

Since work and success are your top priorities, you
can pretty much hold any job you want if you
have the drive for it. You would really like
jobs where you can plan things, like business
executive, teacher, journalist, or lawyer. You
may stay away from jobs that focus on seeing
success in other people (Counselor,
psychologist) because you want a job where YOU
decide the success, not someone else.
You generally do well with authority, which is why
you would like someone who would dominate you.
You dont mind taking orders to please other
people, as long as your soulmate doesnt get in
the way of your goals you will be fine. You
can be very stubborn, and you dont want to deal
with putting time or effort into relationships
you know wont last, so you usually have long
term relationships with possessive and
loyal people. Your dream men would be Ares from
Xena, Indiana Jones, Maximus from Gladiator,
and Jeff Corwin. You dream ladies would be
Faith from Buffy, Buffy, and Xena. You most
likely are an Ares, Capricorn, or Virgo. You
most likely
eat really bland food and like things to be plain
and simple and practical. You would love to
get something like a new computer or
organization file for Christmas. You are
probably considered greedy or miserly and you
can relate to Ebeneezer Scrooge in more ways
then one. You probably are in college or plan
to attend college, have very good grades, and
have received some sort of award of excellency
over the years.
Your best friends would be Dreamers and Creators.
You would do well dating a Villian, Leader, or
King. You would have trouble making
conversation with other Planners, and Social
Butterflies would annoy you!


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So sad. So not true lor.



What Forest Creature Are You?

I'm the wolf god!

haven't done one of those amusing/useless string of quizzes in a while...


The Creator

Your Jobs: You need a job where you can put your
creative resources to good use. You can be a
teacher , manager, counselor, spiritual leader,
journalist, or designer.

Love:
You need someone who can accept your moodiness and
learn to deal. You cannot have someone who will
constantly put you down, order you around, or
ignore you. You need a listener who cares about
your rapidly changing feelings. You may set
your standards too high.
Your dream guy= Spike from Buffy the Vampire Slayer
Your dream girl= Rinoa from Final Fantasy 8, Alyssa
from Chasing Amy

Most Likely...
You most likely...
Are a Gemini, Cancer, or Taurus
Like arty movies and dramas
Dont play any sports
Have two sides to you
Like movies that make you think
Follow a religion

Best Friends: Dreamers, Social Butterflies
Love Interests:Dreamers and other Creators
Enemies:Villians and Kings


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to the 2 classes in charge of the thanksgiving mass on monday:

it may not have been so great today but the effort put in for this is unmatched. rock on! (i don't know why i sound american..?)

to the people who were laughing and rolling their eyes during practice:

you are fleas that nest in the scrotum of a diseased gay camel and it's not worth farting in your general direction. and rememeber, i don't have an attitude problem, you have a perception problem.

cannot for the life of me figure out how to enlarge the text box for my posts. all the conventional things aren't working... oh well. will settle with this for now.

anyway, been busy. can anyone suggest what kind of explainations (why does tha look wrong? am sure it's spelled that right... help lah tor.) i can come up for things chosen for offertory: a box of chocolates (to quote forest gump, 'life is like a box of chocolates, you never know what you're gonna get' so savour every moment), a ring (i dunno yet, but that's pretty symbolic ain't it?!), a picture of a girl with her friends (something about not forgeting the times you had in secondary school) and something else... a book (quite lame, because learning never ends), i think. so just post suggestions on the tag board or tell me straight.

this whole mass thing is crazy. things were flying around, something about not wanting to pair up 4/3 and 4/4... shd have been 4/3 and 4/9 instead or something ridiculous like that. we got paired up in the end though (we fought for it, generally, the 2 classes like each other, methinks) but didn't have a pianist until we begged angie to play. jamie was nice enough to be the back up pianist though, 4/6 has heaps of pianists, can count 3 off the top of my head.

many things going on, concerning the mass thing, tempers flaring mostly. am just praying that we don't screw it up.

Jac yip's furious at 4/3 for several reasons, not too sure of the whole story (generally don't want to know it) but am getting a bit worried for their self-awareness camp because of it. can't predict what'll happen, hope they solve it.

just started the secret pal thing in class today. had a false start (everyone knew who everyone else's secret pals were...) so had to start again. won't say who mine is, in case she reads this. highly doubt that'll happen though, don't think she knows my blog add, we're not close.

got 5.5 upon 25 for my january accounts test, dunno how am going to tell my father, help!

ok, not really organising this blog entry today so random things just coming out yarh? just finished maths tuition, brain a bit scrambled. but do rather enjoy maths and, for that matter, chinese tuition. tuitors are very patient and everything, 'cos it's one on one.

printer got problem! stupid thing, random red button flashing, which is supposed to mean either the thing is jammed (it's not) or the ink's run out (it hasn't). first it was the monitor, then this. the monitor's problem was that it was randomly switching itself off. kinda sounds like the problem my tv had the other time (that was ages ago) but banging didn't help at all. generally speaking, rather like banging electrical appliances (only during malfunctions lah) 'cos get great satisfaction when the thing starts working again, after all that noise.

praticing hard for band concert. by the way, if anyone wants to purchase tickets, they're $10 each, concert itself to be held at VCH, free seating. buy from me lah. been dueting with priscilla after practically every practise, and am obviously the better singer (and am obviously writing that to make self feel better, entertain me). it'll be so strange when we leave band, meaning the sec 4s. have no great love for it or anything but don't get me wrong, don't hate it either. but it's been such a regular part of life here in secondary school, twice a week, every week then all of a sudden it stops...

just realised that i'm going to rather miss band. never thought i'd ever have to say that.

watched moon child the other day, the movie with hyde, gackt and lee hom in it. chan and vanessa have effectively turned me into a gackt fangirl. damn i don't need this, you hear me?! gackt's like this too-strange jap version of lestat (which i think is what's attracting me). so, just for the sake of it:



Which Gackt are you most like?

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i have to go have dinner now. also have to study for accounts test. many (it's MANY, sub-conscious, NOT MANA, damn it. only malice mizer fans will get this, so nevermind.) things have not been written, but that can't be helped.

and oh yes. thanks so much for the Philip Pullman's His Dark Materials set, tor! i love it!

hrm, have just changed skin. am using this one till find ideal background then will commission chan/liz/whoever to customise for me. but presently will do with this. alterations to come in future.

create your own visited country map
or write about it on the open travel guide

hello again! how are you? and how are you? terribly sorry as have not been blogging for these past few weeks, school's been just up in my face, screaming at me to wake up. hell, am in sec 4 this year and can't believe it. like sean said (met him today at the bus interchange), he can't get used to the idea that we're all in sec 4. then said that when we get to j1 (or whatever who's going where) we'll still think we're 16.


recently, my com went all whack and now have lost all bookmarks and everything, again. am so tired of this. everytime i build up a list that vaguely resembles the last one the thing crashes in due time. it's not like i download rubbish or anything. bloody hell.


many things have happened since the last time i blogged. of course, many things seemed to have happened all at once since christmas. eldred's gone to toronto, my sis has gone back to london, am getting chinese remedial from my cousin/aunt/both, christmas was nice although quiet (and my grandma makes wicked rendang) and the christmas mass was... think i should shut up now.


if you haven't noticed, this is my blog so i get to be self absorbed (shut up sam, you are so lame!) ok? got alot of nice things for christmas. very nice, i should say. money (how can that not be a good thing for me right now?), the odd photoframe and bedsheet, a piece of wire bent to form my name that's supposed to be used as a bookmark (always wanted one of those), an lotr postcard from NZ (thanks mum!), a set of PotC postcards (thanks chan!), black feather earrings (thanks mavis!), parchment paper (thanks steph!), a stuffed jack skellington (love you jenny!), a HMV voucher that i need help spending (any volunteers?), the quotable sandman (thank you amanda and rosie!!!)and... Stardust, the illustrated one Gaiman did with Charles Vess. autographed by the man himself. you see, my sister was in london and he was touring so... thank you so much tor! i love you!


and so we move on from christmas. i hear from jenny that her cousin saanthiya (and the whole of that bit of the family) is moving to houston at the end of this year. daaaammnn, wish she could stay. she's a fantastic person, always willing to help and the sort you should meet a least once in your life. here's her blog add: www.boredom-ville.blogspot.com. take care saanthiya, promise us you'll visit...


am thinking about not writing again, till after my 'o's or at least for a few months. have just enough time to squeeze in all my work, let alone posting on my blog.


and oh yes. merry (belated) christmas, happy (belated) new year and of course, happy (be-earlied) birthday to all.

bought a lollipop from ntuc today, the giant type about the size of my palm. went around licking it in an attemp to finish it in one day. cannot lah, it's damn big. got up to the point where my tongue started to bleed. when my cousin saw it she thought it was the dye from the lolly itself because my whole touge was red. ouch. it's a good thing i rather like the taste of blood. so had a hard time trying to eat dinner, especially the curry.


lesson learned today: never eat curry when your tongue is bleeding. or put curry on any open wound for that matter.

am blogging on my sister's lap top. yes, my home computer's down, (again!) but at least i'm not one of those who're dependent on the com, sure i can live without it. gets a bit piss-offing at some times but is ok.


as you have gathered, my sister's home, yay! she only comes back about once a year, think my parents so rich is it? can send her back and forth? she hasn't changed very much, of which i am happy to say. she does weird things sometimes though, like sticking her hand out the window before going out, to check the temperature because she's so used to having to do things like that in london. there sure is odd weather over there.


yay! have just watched return of the king! actually was supposed to see it with eldred but he went for the freaking GALA PREMIER so i brought my sister instead. damn, the movie is good! the trilogy is something everyone should watch at least once. am going to borrow eldred's FotR and TT when he gets them back. anyone up for a marathon? have to say though, i am very sad it's all over. an epic adventure to end all adventures has been made by the genius who goes by the name of peter jackson. somebody, give this guy an oscar!


i've had so many things to blog down, especially since with the crazy computer that's gone down (again!). but i can't seem to remember it all now. oh yes, nearly forgot to mention. steph came up with the brilliant idea of doing CIP hours this month for next year, so that we don't have to squeze them in during our practicals. so now i'm rushing through 36 hours of kettling down at orchard mrt. if you don't know what that is, it's the salvation army ringing bell thing. can get damn boring after 2, maybe 3 hours or so but it's rather fun people watching lah, it's a good spot for it after all. there're also the random few people one of us know who stop by (well duh, it's orchard mrt after all...) who want to ring the bell and just talk to us for a few minutes. i reckon we see someone we know or an ij girl and average of every hour or so.


oh yes. was supposed to say something about clay aiken's album? got it when mum got her david tao cd. he (aiken, not tao) can sing fantastically well. but he has really odd songwriters. i don't know why they don't want to write something that can show the extent of his talent, i mean how far can ballads go? by the way, he's working with the same people who work with westlife...


am having a very bad sore throat. couldn't sing for carolling today, sometimes had to switch down to the alto part (the bits that i know lah, in any case) because got a lot of notes i cannot reach. so it's a good thing i'm standing at the extreme side of my section, right next to an alto. for the past couple of days people can only hear 3 words out of a sentence that i say, it's that bad. on the phone it's worse. and erm, i seem to have passed it on to my sister. opps.


on a more serious note, everyone please pray for amelia's mother, who passed away recently. let us hope that she may find peace. you know, i once read somewhere that there's this legend about death. death is a person so heartbreakingly beautiful that once you see death, you fall in love so hard that your soul is pulled out through your eyes. that's an interesting way to go, to say the least.

Travelling in London is like a game of russian roulette. You never know what you're in for when you step out the door. You might die on the subway, get your pocket picked, or meet a famous person. Drunk and homeless people assault you with their fragrant personality, very tall black models puff on suspicious smelling sticks, rats run up your leg.

Maybe I am speaking as a Sanitized Singaporean, but sometimes, I just wanna be home.

One encounter of note:

'Happy Belated birthday!'
*nods dumbly*
'Could you make this out to Victoria?'
'How do you spell that?'
' I wasn't aware there was an alternative way to spell Victoria'
'You'd be surprised, the Jennifers spelt J-E-N-I-F-F-E-R, the Daves spelt D-A-E-V, the Amys with an E..'
'I suppose it takes all sorts...'
'Yes... where are you from?'
'Singapore, you were meant to be there but didn't go?'
'Yes, Dave McKean and I had an important meeting for MirrorMask.. but I really want to go there... I hear the food is amazing'
'Yes! My sister was so disappointed'
'I'll be sure to go when I have a chance'
*hands my endless nights back*
'Thank you!'

Now that kinda makes it all worth it.