Saturday, October 07, 2006
At this point in time, i'm sitting in front of my cousin's laptop, typing away. "Why?" you may ask. Well, it seems my father has managed to re-install the asinine program named:BitDefender - a program that attaches itself to your computer's internet gateway and creates a FILTER. It is, the very bane of my existence. Bloody hell, i need the internet to complete my RS/RE report which [i think] is due on thursday. Now, you HAVE to agree with me on this: My parents are complete idiots. I was working on another blogskin on photoshop CS2 yesterday. I know i've just completed one the day before, but unfortunately i'm only/still using the 30 day trial - i can't afford to wait for inspiration. My father then comes up to me at around 10 or so. He asks: " What does ___ ___ ___ __ ___ __ mean? Can you explain?" ---> in other words, a lame disguise for: " please get off the computer." i then tell him: " it isn't meant to be explained [ not to him at least.]" and he, with his EXTREMELY POOR grasp of the engliswh langusge, replies with an irritating: " WHAT. WHAT. DON"T GIVE ME THAT CRAP OKAY. NOT MEANT TO BE EXPLAINE. TELL ME LA. TELL ME!! what does it mean." fucking hell, i'm not obliged to " TELL HIM " ANYTHING. i'm very thankful to God for gicing me a home to live in; a family to love; as well as parents. Unfortunately, i HATE MY FATHER. [ sorry GOD! ] - [ i meant that.] i think i'll stop harping on this insipid topic.
i spent $ 10.20 on 5 small pieces of chocolate today. you wonder why. let's see: i'm still hopping mad [not really... more like fuming silently] about the blog issue, We haven't completed our RS report that's supposed to be at least 2000 words long. and MOST OF ALL - I'M NOT PUTTING IN ENOUGH EFFORT to study. all these things may SEEM minor. BUT that's all it takes to make me binge., I bought one ENORMOUS chocolate coated strawberry, one cheery in brandy [ i think ], one earl gray mint, one classic dark chocolate as well as one Irish Cream. a healthy [ ... or maybe not] dose of serotonin. cheered me up by loads. i think the Irish Cream was the BEST. i can't quite remember exactly what it tastes like, but it wasn't as cloying as the other chocolates. and the cherry in brandy was... refreshing: you know like when you splash water onto your face when your tired? THAT kind of refreshing. it's the strong alchoholic fumy kinda taste after ALL THAT SWEETNESS. lols.
the events mentioned in this post did NOT happen in chronological order.
This morning i went to Jiau Huah's house. FUCKING FAR.took me three bloody hours to get there. sometimes i wonder why we always choose to go to her house. we're idiots aren't we. RE went by uneventfully, i finished the result finding part. wasn't too hard. jiau was pretty SLACK! she did the introduction.
and once again i'm hit with the realisation that what i've just typed has absolutely no effect whatsoever on my life. and i have no idea why i even typed it to being with.
on to more SCARRING things.
sz told me to look at his blog yesterday. i was most CERTAINLY not prepared for what he posted. JAMES'S LEGS. sharon stone style. WTF@12K?! seriously. majorr scarring. they looked eerily like norman's though. i shudder.
11/10/06
today rc mj nard n me stayed back after school to study for lit. we ended up rolling on the floor in fits of laughter. Mercutio's bawdy humour was infectious.
joke: the blu fairy sat on pinochio's nose and said: tell a lie.
cue raucous teary-eyed laughter.
the joys of studying. i haven't been typing in full sentences, just realised.
honestly though. i don't really give a fuck at this moment in time.
gtg study geog.
DIE DIE DIE.
toodles.
4:55 AM
Thursday, October 05, 2006
Today was a ... relatively normal day - well, considering i'm not the very essence of normality, our definitions would differ by quite a bit.
Lan York Tay was her poodle-ish self [rc]. Mr Chew was still as gay. and HAHA still irritated the hell out of us. nevertheless, today, was not a boring day.
We kicked off school with Math. Very unfortunate of us, yes, i know.
Honestly, though. What the bloody hell's up with SIMILAR and CONGRUENT FIGURES?! it isn't as if we're going to NEED to know about SHAPES when we're sitting in an office [i'm assuming here.] typing away!
Can you imagine?
: " hhey here's your coffee. "
" are you absolutely sure you made equal amounts? our cups aren't exactly congruent you know. they aren't even similar in shape!"
WHO THE HELL GIVES A FUCK?!
seriously.
Thank GOD [I REALLY DO THANK HIM ] next was history. i've always loved the lesson [well, since sec 2 anyway.] Mr Chew is just about the GAYEST teacher ever. his lessons are JAMPACKED with loads and LOADS of spastic moments: from him biting his marker [gross. but funny.] to Eunice EXCLAIMING that Sophia's her LOVABLE wife! [not tyhat she doesn't do it in other lessons... but that's beside the point.]
in any case, we were told that today's lesson was ESPECIALLY important. i listened.
we were told answering SBQs is like: BAKING. Strange analogy. but that's him.
we were shown a picture drawn by a british POW in 1945. it portrayed POWs being treated poorly by their masters and they seemed to be building this incredibly bg structure. apparently, they were builiding the railway track in singapore. we were then told to FEEL the question. this... request has been coming up A LOT lately. for some obscure reason, we now have to FEEL the question, and let the answers pour forth from our hearts. personally, i think it's just a load of bullshit. now, for us rg girls, the first thing that supposedly pops up in our minds when we first see the words 'HOW reliable is the source', is 2 SIDED. none but one in my class of thirty-six thought of that first. shows just how well we're taught eh? just SUPERB.
" now, think of WHY he drew this picture. he MUST'VE had some motive right? what's his purpose?" said mr chew. ah yes, now comes the he-MUST-have-a-sinister-motive mentality. we're always told to be cynical. and to see the POLITICAL side of things. one of the plausible motives was that HE [as in the artist]wanted REVENGE! from the japs who treated them SOOOO VERYYY BAAAADLY. we then had to cross-reference this with 'contextual knowledge' - a term which, according to Mr Bryden Chew is what ONLY ri boys use. he says he can't help it. ACS blood runs in his veins.- and then we had to LINK! the two points. oh joy. isn't it OBVIOUS ENOUGH. the bloody examiner has GOT to be senile to NOT see the link. we have to WRITE IT OUT for them. GAWRD.
... i've just realised that there is NO MEANING to the paragraph i've typed up.
moving on.
english!
English today was a gory affair. Mrs leslie showed us a poem by this... ang moh guy. entitled: [i think] Capital PUnishment in School -or sth to that extent-
it was about a teacher who walked in and pretty much massacred the whole class. with... guns.. knifes.. and grenades. funny poem, had us guffawing... tearily. [ i don't even know if such a word exists.] then we had to come up with our OWN poems. but it would be about STUDENTS killing teachers, higher authorities, or PARENTS. oh the things we learn in schoool. just FASCINATING isn't it. as expected the most outrageous, and MOST FUNNY was by none other than rc. the line i [as well as the rest of the class] found MOST memorable would be " we found a puddle of silicone. wonder where THAT came from." LOLS. there are rumours going about that SHE [ the bloody math teacher] has boob implants. i can't say that they're helping though. i suppose it's better then having a CONCAVE bosom.
recess was spent our normal spastic selves. with the addition of MJ and Nard acting like two lovesick fools over WATARU. the SEME [the girl in a gay relationship] in the CLASSIC book, The ring finger Knows ALl. read it yesterday. the drawing isn't very good. plotline isn't fantastic. it's actually SO VERY cliched. but i guess it's the thrill of reading a YAOI manga.
Bai lao shi walked in today in an office skirt and a CLASS 104 TEE. and as the bimbos would say: OMG. you are a WALKING fashion disaster. -then again, they're prolly too dumb to form coherent sentences. all they say is WHATEVERR.-
i agree. i'm probably NOT the slimmest person in class, but my teacher has a SERIOUS paunch problem. and then she goes TUCKING IN her shirt. can you imagine? [not that you'd want to.] after some VERY SOUND advice from us, she tucked her shirt OUT. kudos to 208's express chinese class. we didn't mock. we helped. i think that's a first. the rest of chinese flew by in a blur.... Let me rephrase that. it flew by in a flurry of impossibly insipid math questions. yes, i was doing my math assignmentS during chinese. -notice the capitalised S.- she gave us TWO assignments in ONE day. that bitch is a SLAVE DRIVER. ugh. i uh... 'ugh' in disgust.
i can't remember a lot of geog. all i do recall are blurry images of Mrs Ho eating. apparently, vanessa had to meet Mr Ben [ the *@$#%^ as you would recall from one of my previous posts.] and he refused to let her eat [ YOU SEE.] she was then granted permission to eat in class. the WHOLE GROUP [me included.] started eating.
that's about it.
lunch came and went. we saw this extremely weird kid hanging around stall no. 4. MJ came up with this ridiculous conspiracy theory: maybe he's her... LOVER.
hell no.
my conspiracy theory: he's her 15 yr old son.
ONE problem. he doesn't look 15. i hate being blind.
rc: whatever.
yeah. that's prolly it.
huiling: *shrugs*
CHEMISTRY came.
the poodle walked in. she still has a patch of hair missing. the poor dear. we were discussing the PERIODIC TABLE today. no idea why she's so obsessed with that chart. she's even got a CAP with the thing onnit. never knew what was so appealing about chem - the general populus agrees. not much more to talk about after that.
i've blogged for 2 hours. james sez it can't be good. i say he's weird: WHO THE HELL listens to GOTTA CATCH EM ALL. it's so stupid i can't even BEGIN to describe it's stupidity. [ maybe i should brush up on my vocabulary. ]
TOODLES.
5:33 AM
