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I AM EMBARKING ON A QUEST TO TRANSFORM MY PRE-MUSCLES.

anyways facials are quite relaxing and soothing except for the part where they squeeze the gross stuff out. it is at least ten times more painful than plucking your eyebrows!

and my mum's being annoying! she just saw some alma mater pictures, then she looked into my wardrobe and asked,"so which dress did you wear?" argh wth. never fail to ask the dumbest questions.

my sister's coming back on wednesday! it's not like the playstation is here to entertain us both : ( now i'll have someone to roll my eyes with whenever my parents say something dumb. i hope she's still fatter than me.

the last person i want to run into is.. yeah. i feel like i can't compare.

have been eating hershey's bittersweet chocolate chips out of the packet. erks didn't run today because i was too lazy.. eunice was lazy too!

anyway some miss alma mater nominees were hilarious! worthy of mention are li ching who told us ahem-very-scary ghost stories and bridgette (second runner-up) who entertained us with jokes and funny lines like "i thought my new permed hair made me look like a movie star, and my friends agreed! they said i look like hagrid from harry potter." 402's (anna?) had a real powerful voice woah. managed to get some pictures, here you go.



f4 with an icy RGS:


debbie yap the G.O.A.T.!

disclaimer: this picture is not doing her much justice.

and weiting's hair actually looked quite nice. this proves that nothing is impossible. ooh i must find a picture of debbie in the miss alma mater tiara! must they spoil the night with bad food? and perhaps we should've paid more attention to the stage at times.. pretty rude to ignore the people on stage. overall, it was better than i thought it would.. am relieved it's over and yes, 'twas great.

first time i've ever spent four hours in a hairdressing salon.. and i needed to pee the whole time! my hair's dyed a darker colour, almost black but not quite, and highlights of red plus a haircut and treatment.

alma mater was a blast! i would post pictures up but i didn't bring a camera, so i have to leech off other people's photos. which i will do so soon! debby won most likely to be a taitai and debbie was crowned MISS ALMA MATER 2005! debby was all cute and absolutely taitai while debbie kicked some serious hotpink (ahem miss i-am-a-gymnast) ass! in a suit, complete with a hat and a cane, she rapped her own version of P.I.M.P., i present to you the Greatest Of All Times! "i don't know what you heard about me / i'm 410's alma mater you can see / no need for fancy dresses you can see / cos i'm debbie yap the G.O.A.T." with the class moshing along, HOW COULD SHE NOT HAVE WON : ))) and both the Q&A sessions were well done too! so of course plenty of bulb flashes as we stand pretty and smile at the cameras. i thought everyone looked really good and i didn't recognise half the people there because they looked so different (in a good way)! oh the food sucked though.

manda's birthday party on saturday night, was good because i got to talk to lovely people. i can't bring myself to appreciate anything else but r&b/hiphop/top40s in clubs. rouge was horribly smoky. or perhaps i'm just not used to it anymore. and there's nothing i can't stand more than a guy who talks too much and is full of himself.

playnets: chinablack on 2 december? possibly my last time.
mercury: where have you been?

made two trips to the supermarket because i forgot about baking parchment the first time round. anyways, what are drop cookies? i made a few batches of supposed drop cookies.. they're like mini cakes, not cookie-ish at all. not mrs field's and not famous amos, just kind of spongy. err well but they seem edible to me so i think it's alright. i have to get a better recipe book. i don't want to bake anymore.. i want to cook!

oh and i've decided to do something about my hair unless there's insufficient moolah to go around. feel quite bad sometimes leeching off my parents. "do you think we print banknotes?" says the Manager. my dad calls my mom the Manager and gramma the General Manager (or GM for short) but i think it's just his idea of a joke.

i'm also a walking disaster, i broke the salt jar and cut my finger within the first five minutes of preparation. shall run along now! wouldn't want to be too late : )

woke up early this morning to saunter to true yoga with samz and meixiu. first was yoga and then indian dance! haha i thought the indian dance was way cute and the music was absolutely quirky.

thinking about my weight gain in pounds is utterly depressing and i will refuse to try on a single pair of jeans until i lose my wobbly bits.

by the way, alma mater is an overrated affair. if i had a choice, i would make everyone go in t-shirts and pants. but of course we choose to comply, unless you're as cool as debbie to wear a suit and actually pull it off. won't spend time poring over gowns or make-up or hairdos or manicures, after all, the people who are going to see me have probably seen me in tattered shirts and rgs shorts which accentuate thunder thighs. well however nonchalent i want to appear about this stupid thing, i still can't decide between the polka-dotted dress and the chinese print one. or maybe i could pretend it's my wedding and i'll change after five courses. what a bother.

anyway, i've decided to drop the bio + chem + econs + maths idea because i doubt i'll ever do something related to bio and chem and it'll just seem as if i'm following my sister's footsteps. and also because half the world's taking that combi as well. therefore i'm thinking of physics and lit in place of those two subjects.

too little time during the holidays to do what i want!!!

alas! liberation! i couldn't bear checking the paper even, spent the last 45 minutes staring at the clock and daydreaming.

night safari was cancelled and possibly replaced with the zoo another day. anyways going goth is quite fun, samz, let's do it again!

olinda deserves to win, i think she possesses the most talent and exudes the most style. such a pity..

i can read my trashy novels in peace now. life is near perfection : )

well, so both the chapters i studied for weren't tested, but so what? i'll never write another history essay in my life!

that aside, pangs of regret and bad choices come back to haunt me. the consequences? an underachiever with a bad reputation. honestly i can't be bothered what others think already, but underachieving affects me greatly. could-have-beens and should-have-beens. do you know we were meant for so much more?

surreal.. : )

posts are getting degeneratively uninteresting. 19th november 2004, friday, at 5.45pm (plus minus five minutes) will be the moment of liberation. you'll see us (except for the combined science people etc, my deepest sympathies) on the cement floors of our classrooms writhing in orgasmic ecstasy. at night (after going home to prepare) we'll be transformed into party animals. we're going to have a hell of a time with bats and other assorted nocturnal animals at the night safari. we've surpassed the coolness of clubbing and drinking.

daydreaming aside, i'd better drag myself into the bathroom so i wouldn't reach town too late. after all, i have a date with hitler.

phooey. i hear the low rumbles of thunder. i need a brolly.

bride and prejudice! funny. please watch it. screwing a lightbulb and petting a dog at the same time : )

feeling super post-Os now.. shopping, eating good food (which is extremely time-consuming) and watching movies. slack life.

fo shizzles.

-inserts appropriate explicitive- biology papers.

happy 16th birthday to polkamom! <3

anyways ahhhhh! glass noodle with fish in clear tom yum soup, followed by dessert which was mango + glutinous rice drenched in coconut milk!

i hate all this flight bookings thing because it's a mess!!! i want my plans to be confirmed now now now!

hahaha : )

met bryna at lido the other day while we were hopelessly trying to study.. oh that lucky, mad girl. what wouldn't i give to be a bimbo talking about hair products and cosmetics in SAS instead of studying for the Os?

just wasted my morning away eating overly-sweet cereal which turns milk pink (on purpose), a few sausages and watching random tv programmes.. argh fear factor is disgusting with all those animal insides -wrinkles nose- and all mtv had to offer was stevie nicks.

rah rah rah.

brand-dropping, not name-dropping, in the sense that i dropped a lot of brandnames here and there in my essay. it's a word like song-listening. anyways i wished i am a nerd.. perhaps it will make life a lot simpler.

haha hanson's such a primary-school-period thing, along with spice girls and backstreet boys. i like hanson now though! nice songs! : )

i hate O levels! : ( but most of all, i regret slacking my life away.. or at least this year. yeah if i'd worked consistently hard this year, i think i would have done much better for prelims and would be pretty confident about Os. sadly, that is not the case.. thus samz and i took a 3-hour break today browsing through books and shopped a teeny bit. we're all saying the worst part is knowing that we possess the ability to get 6 points of 8 a1s or whatever but we started too late and we're not used to studying, and we are not able to do so anymore.

i will stop storing lyrics in my head and start using those memory bytes to store some useful information e.g. biology.

oh argh i sounded like an airhead in my english composition. usually i will choose the one-worded question, flight, in this case. i wanted to write myself as a terrorist who was going to hijack the plane to crash into some buildings (hmm ok very original, i know) but i was really lazy to think, so i wrote another one about describing one of the shopping malls in singapore and why customers are attracted to it. it was full of brand-dropping (louis vuitton, zara, tiffany & co., coffee club..) and i concluded to some extent of "i believe in the sanctity of shopping." what was i thinking of?! although my prelim essay was cliched beyond words, at least i had thrown in some great phrases to fool the marker into believing my english is actually not too bad!

yes, i would like to stop complaining. good night, world.

just read this book entitled "the heart is deceitful above all things". for the uninformed, the book title comes from a bible verse, jeremiah 17:9. anyway, i don't like the book save for the title and the cover. it's awfully sick, the antagonist reminds me of those sick guys in hannibal lecter shows (red dragon + silence of the lambs but can't remember if hannibal had a sick guy in it or not). rah and the abuse and homosexuality and totally off thoughts etc argh. am certain my next two reads will be much better, "violet & clare" and "still thinking of you (even though i shouldn't be)". i love funny reads.. top on my list is the teenage textbook and teenage workbook. no matter how spastic and lame you think it is, it still cracks me up whenever i read them.

sick! cough, headache, phlegm, sniffles, sneezes etc. stupid splinters in my toe as well.. this is one miserable period of my life.. speaking of which, i should've just memorised the most recent essays i wrote for mr png because the exact questions came out! well lovely, i spent my time studying for a few other chapters because of source-based, but turned out to be a non contextualised case study of argentina and britain over the faulkland islands.

exam-related stress has caused a drastic change in my sense of humour.. argh haha i am becoming like zan! i am starting to crack unfunny jokes and i laugh at my own jokes while samz tries and shut me up.

i need incentives to lose weight! would someone buy me a book for every two kg i lose?