loads of fun

loads of fun

Os. Are. OVER! Scream! Okay, I know I'm lagging here, but well, I am still basking in the joy of throwing all those thick notes and worksheets away! Scccreeeeaaammm!

I've been having fun, fun, fun and more fun! My days are so packed and exciting!

Okay, I really have to stop talking in exclaimation marks! Because this is gonna be a long, long entry. I wanna capture every bit of fun-ness over the last few days. =)


18th November 2005. A very very significant date. I conquered my last paper! And headed down to py's chalet right after that. All I could do was to stop myself from jumping up and down on the MRT. But we laughed all the way.

I was quite sleepy and tired on the first night. And I got bored somehow. So sarah, wx, matin and I went for a long night walk. We crossed the Tampines Park Connector and went past The Fisherman's Village. We ran and jumped and chased each other. It didn't seem that we've gone very far. Seem is a dangerous word.

Finally, we reached a small road with private housing on both sides. It looked so like the houses just outside of the chalet. We decided that we wanna try walking back by the road.

And so we walk. And walked. And walked. And walked.

Taxi after taxi after taxi after taxi drove past.

But we had no money with us! Being the smart asses we were, we didn't bring our phone either.

So we continued to walk and walk and walk and walk. The road was never-ending. Just when we were deciding if we wanted to just sit at the bus stop and wait for sunrise, a taxi stopped opposite us.

"Hey! You guys want a ride to the main road?" the kind soul asked.

"Is Costa Sands Chalets anywhere nearby?"

"Costa Sands? It's really far!"

Goodness, I felt like eating my hair! Althought the clouds were thick that night, my lucky stars managed to shine down on us. The driver decided to drive us back for free!

I kept wondering if he was well, you know, human. Wx and matin kept thinking we were being kidnapped. I was glad the driver wasn't a mind-reader.

So we reached the chalet safely. I played sisccors-(someone save me, I still don't know how to spell the damn word)-paper-stone with ZhengHao. The one who lost would get slapped. Really hard. I got addicted. To winning. It was sooooo not fun to slap him 16times in a row! Seriously, the game is addictive. Don't try if you don't wanna get a very sore cheek. So unlike mine.

I haven't been so crazy in such a long time.


Right after the chalet, we went shopping for prom stuffs! It is a such a long and difficult process! I've spent at least ten hours walking around town and trying gowns and shoes, and I still haven't bought a thing! But it was great fun trying on complicated dresses, with the risk of drowning in the dress before you head gets out from the other side.

I love the girly fun I had with sarah and py. It was so hilarious to squeeze into one fitting room and get scolded for trying to take pictures. =D

Right after shopping, I went for Council Dinner at Telok Blangah Safra. It was quite a glam evening. And I was fashionably late. By one entire hour. The power of shopping. =)

I sat at the same table as Mr Singh. The moment I sat down, I started whining non-stop to HuiHui and Yiting about how my heels were killing after walking around for lie 4hours. When I was finally done and looked up, I saw Mr Singh staring at me. He was listening! And apparently understood because he tossed me a sweet and said "this should make you feel better". Some teachers are plain nice. =) But the thing is, I was speaking in rapid Chinese. Hmm, how did he understand?

Or just maybe, whining is a universal language, only second to music!

Oh, I was in time to catch the 2nd game. Four pairs had to grace the stage (which is actually a small little red platform), and the lady was supposed to feed the guy some witch's brew with a milkbottle! Very entertaining!

A lovely night it was.

how different

how different

I abhore Ivan Yeow. Totally. Absolutely. Whole-heartedly. No, it's not worth it. Whole-assedly! Eeks.

I love Mrs Chloe Png to bits and pieces! She is one wonderfully, amazingly, grrrrreat teacher! Which other teacher would devot herself to her students from 7am to 10pm with only 3hours of sleep and a superduperhorrendously long meeting from 7.30am to 4.30pm the next day? She is just so amazing. And patient. And wonderful. And just godly. =)

A1 for Social Studies is mine.

amazing

amazing

I was reading in bed late last night. Or rather, early this morning. It was about 3am. This tiny fleck of wooly dust landed on the top of the page. It was really tiny, like the size of one letter on your normal paperbacks. Just as I was about to reach out and touch it, it floated away.

I realized it was a bug of some kind.

For a long time after that, I just gazed into space, looking at invisible bugs floating and gawking at how amazing the world is, with its various size and types of living things and blah blah. (But you have to admit that it IS amazing...)

And for the rest of the night, I felt itchy all over, feeling floaty wooly bugs all over me, hidden in my blanket. The last thought before I fell asleep was of millions and billions and zillions of those bugs landing on my face while I slept.


I had a horrible time waiting for the bus today. The weather was sweltering and I could feel the traffic smog and the heat pressing into my face. I was PMSing major time. Everyone I saw pissed me off.

The auntie who talked too loudy.
The woman with lousy dress sense.
The man who zoomed past in a nice car.
The fat guy who sweated too much.
The oversize lady who makes me feel very warm just looking at her.
The bus drivers who drove every other bus but the bus I wanted to take - 157.

I had absolutely no luck with buses today. Just listen and see if you can believe it.

Three 99s.
Two 187s.
Three 334s.
Three 198s.
One 333.
FOUR 98s.

When the fifth 98 came, I swear I was ready to leap out onto the road and try to fly home. But along on the bus came something that made me very happy indeed! A smile finally broke.

Heaven's grace.

Two minutes later, 157 came. Something not unlike a smile played on my lips throughout the whole way home.

Maybe life wasn't that bad after all. =)

So the next time you get pissed with waiting for the bus, try grinning from ear to ear. The drivers can sense it, I'm telling you, and they like happy passengers. Never mind if everyone else at the bus stop stands up and walk way.

happy children's day!

happy children's day!

It's 1st October. It's a very special day. It's one of the days I like most in the year. It's a day to bring out the child in everyone.

Yes! It's Children's Day! And I'm so thrilled that there is NO holiday for Secondary School kids. Children in Singapore are DEPRIVED of their childhood. Wonderful. Just so wonderfully wonderful.

Do I not miss the sweetie treats that teachers used to give every Children's Day?

Do I not miss the hilarious performances put up by teachers every year?

Do I not miss screaming and cheering one year and trying to be adult-like by acting cool and nonchalant the next?

Do I not miss being a child again?

I do, I do. I do so very much. Suddenly I realize a part of me refuses to grow up. Of course, as a kid, I had always wanted to reach adulthood asap. But now, as a teenager, I feel that time is flying pass without me realizing it, contradicting to how I felt when I was younger - time crawls by; it never passed fast enough; I was growing up too slowly. I was irritated by my young age. But now, I'd give anything to pause time, just for a little moment, for me to appreciate my teenhood, and reminiscence my childhood.

Today's a perfect day for all that.


I took a walk around my old neighbourhood today. It's just next to my present neighbourhood.

I walked on the same grounds where I first learnt how to ride a bike; the same grounds where I used to run up and down with my friends, each of us with a gigantic school bag; the same ground I walked with Mummy and Daddywhen my baby brother was first brought home from the hospital; the first ground where I first scraped both knees.

I looked up at the same window where I used to sit on, with my legs dangling on the outside every night (you see, I was always sent to bed at 9, but I can't get to sleep that early, so I've acquired the habit of sitting on the window almost every single night and wave at the people walking by. I wondered if anyone had called the police. I really do.) But I couldn't be sure which window it really is. I felt a sense of loss.

The place now, no longer has the aura of childhood that I had expected to find. It's my first time returning ever since I moved away. Times have changed; people have changed; and I guess, places change too. The pavements and void decks - kids no longer hang out there. Different people live there now. Everyone seemed to have moved away. I see grown men sitting around, lost in their own set of dreams and troubles and memories. No more children running around, like we used to back in the days.

I miss being a fearless little girl.

I wasn't fearless walking through the neighbourhood, with the grown men sitting around, staring at me as I walked past. It was a little creepy. I thought I could see traces of hopes and shards of broken dreams in their faces. But then again, I may have been simply semi-sleep-walking.

With the old neighbourhood just next to the new one, it feels like the past has merged into my present; my childhood imprinted into the paths I walk as a young adult.

I am but a lost child who's finding her way.

P.S I think blogger has caught Dengue. I can't blog in html! Which resulted in the ugly colour of the title. =( Anyone knows how to fix it?

anticipation + dread = results

anticipation + dread = results

Finally. My dreaded yet anticipated results are here. Here goes:

English - B3
Higher Chinese - A2
E.Maths - A2
A.Maths - B4
Chemistry - B4
Physics - B3
Combined Humanities - C6
Geography - A2
Chinese - A1

L1R5 - 15

It's somewhat disappointing, I guess. But then again, I am quite okay with the overall results, given the amount of time I spent studying. And slacking. =)

I can't freaking believe I got an A2 for Geography! It's my worst paper ever. Worst of the worst. Worst of the worst of the worst. Eeks. It irks me to have missed my A1. Forget it. Rocks and plants and clouds and whatever not, I will CONQUER you and make you my slaves by the time I sit for my Olevels!

And E.Maths. A2! How wonderful. A1s don't seem to like me this prelims. WHY?

Yucks. I'm disgusted with the close shave I had with a better grade. For TWO subjects. 64 for both Chemistry and AMaths. EEKSS!!!

If I miss getting my ass into ACJC for that one point. Hoho.

Then I SWEAR I will..





just make do with JJC for the 1st three months.

Anyway, I think this round of exams is a pretty good gauge for me. Heh, and built up my confidence in Sciences. And Combined Humans, although I scored a whopping 19 outta 50 for Social Studies. Mr. Lee Kuan Yew should hang me.

I will pocket STRAIGHT As for Olevels!

And for that I'll have to quite a number of TV shows. Hmm... But well, whatever it takes!

I do not dread the long days I will face in school.

I do not dread the nights without my favourite TV shows.

I do not dread books being my only hot dates for ONE month 3 weeks = 7 weeks = 50 days = 1200 hours = 7200 minutes = ... Okay, I have to get it outta my mind.

I do not dread my monotonous life.

I do not dread locking myself in my room to study.

I look forward to disappearing from the face of Earth to be a professional mugger!

Books and papers, here I come!

hit the shops!

hit the shops!

I did something that I haven't done in a long time today.

SHOPPING!

Yes, I hit town with Sarah and Peiyan today. I felt kinda... out of place in town. Like I haven't been there for too long. In fact, I think I've lost touch with shopping. Exams had eclipsed my life.

Let me share with you the three main syndromes of having lost touch with shopping.

1. You feel lost and aimless as you wander from shop to shop. You know you just wanna buy something, but amazingly, nothing appeals enough to you.

2. Your poor feet starts screaming for help in their heels after a really short period of time.

3. You start thinking of going home when you've only been out for less than 3 hours, because the shops are too crowded and you're getting tired.

Yes, that's basically how I felt today. And I just felt so wonderfully great after combing the whole of Far East Plaza and The Heeren, and still not find a pair of earings that I like.

God, puh-leese bestow me with shopping skills so that I can shop in joy again. =D

Anyway, due to the strong desire to just buy something for goodness's sake, I settled for a black and purple Volcom belt at the end of the day. Now I'm starting to wonder if the belt would match most of my bottoms. Pray for me that it doesn't end up sleeping in my closet. =)

freaky stuffs

freaky stuffs

I've been encoutering quite a number of freaky incidents recently.

The other night, I stayed up to study while everyone else slept. When I went out to the kitchen to brush my teeth, I saw a frame of light across the hall, at the end of the dining room. The light in the storeroom was on. That was unusual in my house, but being Mengqi, I didn't dare to check it out.

I ran back to my room and grabbed the scotch-tape holder (its weight made a good weapon) and hurried into the toilet and rushed through my teeth-brushing (I seldom do that; I find it gross to have uncleaned teeth). When I was done and switched off the light in the kitchen, I turned and there was no longer light spilling out through the storeroom door. I sprinted to my room.

Okay, now I've got to decide what to do. Sleep. Sleep and forget all about it. But I couldn't get it out of my mind when I lay down. I decided to take a peep at the storeroom again.

The light was on again! My, I was seriously freaked out. I played some piano music and soothed myself to sleep. The next day my brother admitted leaving the light on, and my mom laughed at me.

But... why did the light go off? Maybe my eyes were playing tricks on me. Or maybe...


Two days ago, I woke up at five-thirty in the morning to study. Fifteen minutes into studying, I heard a buzzing sound coming from behind me. I turned and saw a bee-like bug kinda bouncing on the floor near the door. It was big. Being a victim of bug-o-phobia, I crawled back into bed and pulled the covers over me.

The bug freaking landed on my covers right in front of my face! If I hadn't had the cover over me... *Shudders*

Anyway, I shook the blanket and the bug dropped off. I think (well, I couldn't see). After awhile, I was getting pretty warm, as I've switched off the air-con and opened the windows. But I was still afraid that the bug would be on my bed.

I groped around, making sure that I was well-covered by my blanket all the time, and found my handphone. I called Mummy. But she couldn't find the bug when she came over into my room. I moved to the dining hall to study.


Then today, as I sat watching TV with my Mummy in the living area, a real gigantic bug battered about in the dining hall. Wanting to show Mummy I wasn't as dainty as she thought, I kept quiet. Then the damned bug just had to fly across right in front of me.

I did just about the bravest thing I could have done in the situation.

I gave a little yelp and treaded across the sofa and went to stand on one of the dining chairs.

I made Mummy check my room thoroughly, to make sure I wouldn't encounter the disgusting thing when I went into the room later. She told me the bug properly flew out, since she didn't see it anywhere. I went into my room, waiting for the light to come on first, looked around real thoroughly, braced for an ugly sight. When I saw nothing, I went to close the windows and close the door on my way out.

Then I saw it. Perched on the corner of the wall above the hifi-set. I jabbed my Mum and tilted my chin towards the thing.

It was a freaking humongous COCKROACH! About the length of my index fingers and feelers the length of my hair (okay, that's exaggerated but the size is for real). And the roach freaking flew! Can you even begin to imagine? Crawling roaches are already disgusting beyond words! This one flies.

Doing what I'm best at, I ran back into my room. My last sights being Mummy poking at the thing with a bamboo stick. I kowtow Mummy. While waiting for her to slay the damn creature that can survive without its head and gets starved to death, I looked furtively around my room, fearing some unknown counterpart of the gross thing lying in waiting. And I thought "God, if there's some bug in my room and I ran out into the flying roach, I think I'll just jump out of the window."

But my beloved mama had bravely conquered the thing and redcued it to a pulp of juice and flesh in a wad of tissue in the wastebasket.

I'm getting creeps in my scalp even as I write about it now.

But Mummy had to make me empty the wastebasket at the rubbish chute outside. Not wanting to risk pissing her off, I took the plastic bag, and went to the rubbish chute.

I couldn't dig out the courage to open it, as my imagination painted pictures of countless roaches flying out at me. I left the bag of rubbish beside the rubbish chute. I do hope some kinda neighbour would throw the rubbish for me before Mummy discovers it tomorrow morning.


Anyway, these few incidents are seriously freaking me out. I'm constantly looking around, especially behind me, to make sure no buzzing or flying or unknown creatures are hovering, lying in wait to scare the nuts outta me. I'm slipping into paranoia.

I think I should ask Mummy to call some bug company to sterilize the house.

at long last

at long last

Prelims. Are. Finally. OVER! Woohoo! It has been almost a month of mugging, mugging and more mugging. I am going to do some serious catching up of fun till I get my results, so that I'm recharged for another round. =) This time it'll be the final battle.

Okay, let me do a little review on the exams.

Higher Chinese was the first paper. I think I screwed up my composition. My argumentative was kinda off-topic. =( My A1 is endangered.
English was pretty okay. The comprehension was kinda tough, and I didn't really have time to properly end my composition.
Combined Humans was the usual. I do what I can but I really have no idea how I did. My marks fluctuate for each test.
Chemistry was manageable. I'd say it's a fair paper.
Physics was outright easy. But a pity I fell asleep while studying, and woke up just in time for school.
A.Maths Paper One was such a killer. Paper Two was okay, except that Mengqi the slow-coach didn't have time to finish the paper.
E.Maths was fairly easy.
Geography. I'd thought my A1 was in jeopardy after Paper Two. Mdm Ros. is damn tricky. But Paper One helped quite abit.

Now, I carelessly await judgement day to arrive on Tuesday.


Meanwhile...

I went to play pool with Peiyan, Sarah, WeiXiang, JiaJun, Madian and ShengChuan today. Jiajun was the ultimate entertainment of the day.

Due to personal reasons, he was wearing a white Nike cap. When he took his first aim, he realized he couldn't really see the ball with the cap. So, he took it off.

Every single one of us bursted into laughter. His hair was just outright funny. For one, we were used to seeing him with his gelled up spikes. For two, his hair was stuck flatly to his scalp with CENTER-PARTING. Like right down the middle. It looked like a wig. On a mafia boss.

Anyway, Jiajun was pretty amused himself too. When we took pictures of him and he looked at them, he went "HAHA! Oh, dammit, even I am laughing." And then he went on to blame his ugly hair for losing so many games.

Hmm, I didn't quite figure out how does ugly hair and losing games go with each other. I was too busy laughing away.

ABCs our way

ABCs our way

"Brazil, donkey, brazil, cat, cat, cat, brazil, donkey, brazil, donkey, cat, donkey, donkey, donkey, apple..

"Wait, sorry, I was thinking what letter does apple start with.."

Sarah, Peiyan and I were trying to replicate the Geography ten-year-series multiple-choice answers MANUALLY. I think there were about say at least a thousand questions altogether. And that was what we ended up doing.

It was almost very brain-taxing, I tell you. Try jotting down 269 Apples, Brazils, Cats and Donkeys to you in about 6minutes while someone recites. At one go.

And it ain't no easy task reciting 200 over letters either! Below I share my personal experience.

"Cat, donkey, donkey, cat, donkey, donkey, donkey, donkey, brazil, apple, apple, cat, donkey, cat, cat, dog..."

Did you spot the difference? Yes! I suddenly said "dog" instead of "donkey" when I saw the letter D. It came real smoothly and naturally, so much so that I didn't realize it until both Peiyan and Sarah were staring at me.

I guess the mind cannot take such highly repetitive activities. It's funny how you would suddenly forget what a word means, or how to pronounce a word properly, after you repeat many times, isn't it? Or how it suddenly looks weird to you after you're made to spell it numerous times. Hmm... interesting mind we have.

Okay, this is a boring entry. That's what exams do to your life!

My dreams are much more interesting, aren't they? =D

catching up

catching up

Life has been pretty bland and rigid with the exams going on. So, 24 hours a day revolves around studying, sleeping, eating and going to school. And of course, TV time. =D

Anyway, I've been constantly waking up in a state of confusion. It's like the moment you open your eyes, everything that you've studied the night before comes flooding into your mind. And you can't quite figure out that you've just woken from a few hours' sleep and you're lying on your own bed, because the first things on mind are like "How do I differentiate lncos2x - 1?" or "What salts are soluble?". You get the feeling that you're in the world of Mathematics, Science or Geography, instead of in your bedroom. It isn't until I've mopped around the house on auto-pilot mode and had a shower before I really wake up.

On the topic of sleeping, I'm reminded that I keep having dreams recently. Very frequent dreams. And they are weird.

Hmm, just the other night I had such a... an unusual dream, okay, I should say nightmare, that actually jolted me awake. In that dream I was curling on the sofa in the living room, watching TV as usual. (Yes, TV rocks my socks so much that I even dream of it. =D) Then I noticed two house lizards on the wall above the TV set. They crawled to the ceiling, towards me. Another three lizards came and join the pair. So that makes five lizards on the ceiling, moving in my direction. I moved to the other sofa. No, I wasn't freaked out by mere lizards.

THEN

the lizards began to expand, like grow in size and just bloat up. Until they were the length of your forearm. AND their skin turned a brilliantly disgusting orange with black spots splattered all over their slimy bodies. Due to gravity, their flabby reptile skin were DANGLING. Those weren't mere lizards anymore.

I was getting somewhat afraid. Okay, I was scared to my toes.

SPLAT! One of them dropped, with a squish, onto the floor. And died.Well, at least it wasn't moving anymore. I was really scared. But being the coward that I am, I didn't dare to move.

I think the lizards have sensors for fear or something; the four skin-drooping creatures scurried towards me! In my virtual fear, I remembered they were really fast. So their skin goes on vibration mode. Flaps of orange skin with black spots trembling. I sat and stared. In my idiotic pose of shock and amazement, you know, with your eyes wide open and your mouth hanging open a little. Okay, forget it was me in that pose.

The next thing I noticed was something cold and slimy and scaly and MOVING in my lap. ONE OF THEM DROPPED ONTO ME! And the rest followed. Five huge lizards falling into my lap, crawling and licking and swipping their long disgusting orange-and-black tails. I felt their rough skin and wet tongues and sharp and digging claws. (Do lizards have claws actually?)

I woke up, utterly freaked out and disgusted. Brr!

Serve me right for watching so much TV during the exam period.