i see you looking at me,


i smell a conspiracy between steven gerrad and chelsea.

see, who is gerrad linked to? CHELSEA.

and i doubt chelsea would sign him if he had led a team against chelsea in the CUP FINAL and WON.

so, he has no choice but to give chelsea a hand by scoring an own goal.

it sure sounds reasonable.

uh-huh.

well, all we can hope is that he will feel so guilty after that and decided to stay after all.

not that we can do without him.

and i miss xabi. =(

i just cant stop harping on how un-spanish he looks.

and i just cant stop harping on how un-shaq taroje looks either. XD

anyway, i suffered a bout of total stupidness today.

I ACTUALLY DIDNT REALISE THERE WAS A QUESTION FIVE IN THE DAMN A-MATHS TEST!

-sigh.

BYE A1!

-sigh.

cross-country on thursday!

AND I'M RUNNING!

CHEERS! XD

if only someone will be willing to stink the cinema with me after the run to watch hide and seek.

any takers?

i wont scream (ie. embarrass you), i promise.

-crosses fingers.

so, please? X)


like i'm some kind of freak.

get up out of your seat,


i was browsing through people's blogs when i came upon this:

"i hate ****.
those people in it SUCK BIG TIME.
jus because they cant laugh with us.
or be as good in drill.
they just diao us.
thats all they can do.
boo boo!"

****. and **** does lousy drills. gee, i wonder who could it be? sad to say though, there are only two four-letter word that does drills. one is npcc and the other one is band. and HAHAHAHAHAHA. who did the good ol' trumpeters (okay, maybe its just me) offend on that fateful saturday in that little eating place called the coffeeshop? none other than the, let me be discreet as well, **!

too much of a coincidence.

FIRST, what makes you think that we want to laugh with you? uh-uh. thanks for your offer, but no thanks. i'd rather laugh with my fellow trumpeters than your fellow bitches, thank you. oh, wait, i'm sorry, none of them who sat with you are bitches. you are the only one. oops. did i just re-offend you?

and, do we look as if we give a damn that our drill is the lousiest among all the ugs? NO. we're a CONCERT ****, not a MARCHING **** after all man. why do drill then, you ask? well, i dont know. perhaps its due to the fact that a drill component is included in the syf?

and, HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA, ms. ** girl, i can so definitely do other things besides diaoing people. i can, for example, breathe! -claps hands.

but, gee, you know why we (i know i did. dont know about the rest though.) diaoed you? it was because, HOHOHOHO, YOU kept staring at us (or more specifically, shikin) for no reason. yep, that's it. from the moment we sat down to the moment we left, your eyes were like practically glued on us. and, honey, it gets real annoying since its like, none of us have anything to do with you!

so next time, i would appreciate it if you would just check out the facts first before you go about dissing us in your blog. 'cause it aint helping my "be less mean" goal when you do that.

besides, you're just letting me get a kick out of dissing you back in my blog.

cheers. =)


why don't you do somethin'?

i lay my love on you,


liverpool will WIN.
chelsea will LOSE.

i LOVE you liverpool.
i LOVE you liverpool.
i LOVE you liverpool.
i LOVE you liverpool.
i LOVE you liverpool.

i'll be sending you little heart-shaped balloons. X)

i HATE you chelsea.
i HATE you chelsea.
i HATE you chelsea.
i HATE you chelsea.
i HATE you chelsea.

i'll be sending you BIG BLACK balloons. X)


gee, i hope this thing works. X)


that's all i wanna do.

hand me the world on a silver platter,


went orchard today.

saw that steven lim from singapore idol.

gross.

saw a guy whose earhole is the size of a 50cent coin.

double gross.

saw a guy who splattered saliva on my arm.

triple gross.

orchard is such a freako town. =X


paragon is a rich man area.

all the valentinos, raplh laurens, guccis, pradas, versaces.

goodness.

and there's even a doorman for the lv store at ngee ann city (?).

-sigh.


anyway,

i bought a samuel and kevin shirt off the bargain rack.

a cheese cake for my mum.

and a billabong school bag.

and you know what that means?

NO MORE COMMON OP BAG FOR ME!!!!

cheers. =)


oh, and the 'lil royal family thing?

we...

won?

-shrugs.


and what good would it be?

to wake up every single day, smile on your face,


for once, i shall reply all tags HERE:

kf: synonyms? not acronyms meh? haha. and thanks.

alvin: VERY VERY long. maybe i should try it for today. haha. XD

joyce: LOL. its okay. for "what," finish reading this entry and proceed on to the feb. archives. for "who," i shall reveal them one by one to you. =)


hey, relax. dont get so worked up. i will TRY to do some discreet revealing okay? (note: keyword is TRY.) so, to the benefit of joyce, and whoever out there who doesnt get what i mean, here's jasmine tan's REVELATION GUIDE FOR DUMMIES.

the main character, 'lil princess wannabe is actually miss #19. her slave is more commonly known as miss #3. anyway, there's a newflash for 'lil princess wannabe. unknown to her, her slave actually backstabbed (something which 'lil princess wannabe hates apparently) her once. awwwww. how sad.

and mr. nice guy is actually the monitor of the class next to us.

q.'s full initials are q.w.y. she's in the class opposite us. just search the year book and you'll find her. EASILY. s.'s full intials are s.j.x. and she came up together with q. uh-huh.

g. was the only boy who went up on the 18th. 'nuff said.

the first c. is the current head prefect.

q. is the guy from the class opposite us who rocks in english and can speak chinese even though he isnt one.

h. is the malay girl from the third class of express.

"b." in the previous entry stood for brother whereas the second c. stood for PING!

roomie is #14.

discreet enough? -smiles innocently.

joyce, if you still dont get who i'm talking about, i think you ought to go for a brain check-up. ha-ha. =X


hey, dont blame me. i'm nice. i give what my readers want.

only when i want it as well, of course.


you never tried.

take that and rewind it back,


so, i've have been keeping my mouth fingers shut about the lil' royal family over the past week. really shut. so much so that there wasnt even a single mention of them at all, despite the fact that there were a lot of things that i could put them down for. alas, all good things must come to an end.

gee, and i was so joyful at the thought that hey! i'm finally less mean!

anyway, as i was saying, there were a lot of things that i could put them down for, like, gee, thinking that hey! they are the best in every single damn thing on earth and the rest are just runner-ups. right. if c. had not pointed out j.'s potential, the two people that will be representing our class on that faithful day will be from the 'lil royal family. everybody put your hands together, clap and say YAY!

and then, there was this other thing that made me feel so, i donno, disgusted.

q.'s & s.'s speeches were the most touching. the most heartfelt. the most real. so much so that i was trying to hold back my tears while listening to them.

g.'s speech rocks. 'cause it takes one thing for a guy to cry alone and quite another to cry in front of many people. in fact, the speeches of all those who came up with him all rocked.

c.'s speech was short, yet she carried her feelings across. and that made it really touching.

q.'s (another!) speech was well, i wont say touching, but it stirred something in my heart. so, yeah it was good.

h's one was touching too.

but yours was totally, i donno, fake? yeah. fake. and it made me feel as though you were just doing it for the sake of seeking attention. yeah.

see, the thing about your b. its like, you're boasting over the fact that, hey, you've got a smart b.

and so do i. in fact, lets be honest, my b. is probably a gazillion times smarter than yours. you need proof?

well, call me back when a) your b. gets into vj and manages to top his class in chemistry. b) your b. gets accepted in nus. in the masters programme or c) your b. gets accepted in (well, lets not be boastful, and just state 3, okay?) harvard, john hopkins & princeton.

you dont see me boasting about those facts in front of the whole school, dont you? (well, okay, i'm boasting in front of every internet users who read my blog, but, -waves aside, that's a totally different manner.)

back to your fakeness. in case you didnt realise, when you feel something, it is normally emote into your voice, yeah? so, in case you didnt notice, your whole speech was devoid of emotion. totally. so did the other person who came out with you. i know, you guys right now are probably going, "how can you be so mean? she cried, okay?!" yeah, i know, she did. but it didnt change the fact that her voice was devoid of emotion as well!

so, i was just thinking, there are people out there who REALLY felt sorry et. all. she, him, her, he. dont you think you should give them a chance to express their feelings first before grabbing the stage and putting on your drama? OH, thats right. i forgot. you are the princess. whatever you do, stays. i see.

anyway, among them, c. was the only one who rocked. -muacks.

but, to show that i wasnt being biased, i disliked some other people speeches as well. but, AH-HA! i shant say which one though. i mean, hey, i dont wanna bash so many people at once. its not good.

and oh, dont think you're so high-and-mighty just because you have a mr. nice boy hanging by your side. in people's eyes, you're still the 'lil princess wannabe's slave. to quote gary, TOO BAD.

anyway, you see, i believe in playing fair. really. REALLY. okay, just take my word for it can?

and i thought you too, believed in playing fair.

how wrong could i get?

and i thought we played unfairly when we approached people's opinion before we submitted the design to you. -snorts. ours was child play compared to yours.

cornering people to vote for your design?

and surrounding the person, asking "are you sure?" repeatedly when they chose otherwise?

HOW LOW COULD YOU GET?

well, at least we played fair. even if we lost, we can chose to walk with our heads high knowing that hey! we played a clean game. we played a CLEAN game. in fact, we can choose to walk with our heads VERY high 'cause, well, if we can do it for this class, we can always do it for the beloved class of you-know-what. and if you come running to us, admiring us when that happens, then all we can say will be, "TOO BAD!"

and, please, let me bring back the subject of HOT PINK + BLACK.

baby pink + black looks good. like roomie's bag.

but when one shade of pink looks good with black, it doesnt mean EVERY shade of pink looks good with black.

HOT PINK + BLACK.

who wears hot pink + black?

britney spears.

and britney spears is often described as either a) the next madonna or b) a word that rhymes with glut.

and i dont want to be either. 'cause a) is santanic (really!) and b) is well, who wants to be known as a word that rhymes with glut?

only the 'lil royal family. maybe because they are all one in the first place. ha-ha. OKAY! I'M JUST KIDDING!

and anyway, lets not be selfish, shant we? see, when a guy walks past wearing the colour combination of black + hot pink (or any shade of pink for this matter), it can only mean a few things. a) he's a sissy (or a better term: metrosexual.) b) he's a faggot. or 3) he's a sissy faggot. now, which guy (except the metrosexuals, faggots and sissy faggots) in the whole wide world would want to be known as the above three?!

none of the guys i know, i hoped.

case closed.

but if there's one thing that i regretted was e. i mean, hey, e.'s first design was WITHOUT names. 'lil princess wannabe wanted names, so he had to do it all over again. then oops, when 'lil princess wannabe saw our design, she decided that names should not be included after all. and thus, when the other two members of the 'lil royal family decides to design another tee, they decided to not include any name. now, you have THREE designs. one with name, two without. as 'lil princess wannabe decided that having names were not cool anymore, she decides to just strike off the first one. ouch.

but, as you can obviously see, it was our fault. so... sorry e. =(

john vito is tall. jill is short. but they looked great together. but what works for one couple doesnt work for everybody else. so dont think being short is such a great big thing, okay? if you think the shorter is better, than, well, i'll be eternally grateful to you if you would donate to me half of your height. you'll be a midget then. and gee, wouldnt it be easier to find a boyfriend? ha-ha.

and gee. i thought she had a back problem? why is she over at the camp? gee. she's willing to attend some other batch's camp rather than her own? HOW DISGRACEFUL.

and YAY. chelsea LOST and east WON. cheers. =)

any comments, TAG. i'm actually quite sick of telling people to tag. maybe i should just take down my tag. so that if one person dont tag, the whole entire population of darling juniors, phs, alvins, kfs, gilberts, joyces (people who tagged more than once) WILL NOT tag. hooray! -claps. X)


ludacris got the flow to make your booty go (clap).

hey,


yao ming is NOT a good basketball player.

he's just tall.

take away his height, and he's nothing but a lousy basketball player.

hey, this guy just have to TIPTOE to put the ball in the basket and score.

likes tiptoeing requires any skill.

if I have his height, i can be a great basketball player as well.

i mean, really, TIPTOE.

i cant even reach the basket when i jump.

and this guy just have to TIPTOE.

TIPTOE!!!!

i hope his girlfriend has a good time smelling his armpit.

then again, if his girlfriend is around my height, she wont be smelling his armpit.

she will be smelling his ass.

eeeewk.

for his girlfriend's sake, i hope he cleans after every match.


oh, and the reason why yao got the most number of votes?

he's from china for goodness sake.

CHINA.

that country with a population of 1.3BILLION people.

if say, miami has that amount of people,

shaq will win hands down, yeah? XD


anyway, the EAST will win tomorrow.

GO EAST!


rollover dj.

cause you can't change the way i am,


i cant stand it when people talk about my parents dying. really. i will go all weepy and teary and i WILL cry. because, damnit. my parents are a freaking FOUR DECADES older than me and that possibility of that happening might be just in the near future. very near future.

and thus, i cried even though both my conscious and unconscious minds know that that guy is doing it on purpose. and yeah, i know i sounded really bitchy when i stepped out of the avt and started ranting against myself on, "why on why did i cry when i knew he done it on purpose" thing in a very loud voice, which is my normal volume la. but, gee, i DONT care. 'cause i was really pissed at myself.

'cause if there's one thing i cant stand about myself is crying in front of people.

but the ironic thing is, i still jump at the chance to watch movies with my friends. so, halfway through the movie i will do this hand posture: thumb on my nose to prevent the mucus from flowing and index finger on somewhere near my eye to prevent the tears from doing likewise. so, people just look and me and go, "oh look, she's just bored." YAY. camouflage successful.

anyway, what do you think i should be when i grow up huh? i really have no idea leh. all i really want to do after my 'a' levels is to go sweden and be an au pair. i mean, why not? i love kids, at times. and kids love me, at times. and besides, swedish people are real handsome, yeah? they have this blue eyes and blonde hair. so imagine if i fall in love with this swede and we get married. man, our kids will be so damn beautiful. cool, right?

and,

make a guess,

what is the difference between you and i?









well, the difference is,

I'VE GOT AN I-POD SHUFFLE AND YOU DON'T.

WAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA. XD


are you strong enough to be my man?

what's wrong with the world, mama?


shit you mrs. chng. like, hello? which part of, "i DID NOT have any change," didnt you understand? i only have ONE freaking damn 5 dollars note and that's for my LUNCH. my damn lunch to keep me from starvation. FYI, its SHARE a meal, not STARVE a meal. and its NOT as if i DIDNT donate. i even asked vanessa to LEND me money to donate okay. so what if i only asked for ten cents? its OTHER people money after all man. besides, its the THOUGHT that counts, damnit. so dont go all high-and-mighty and say, "10 cents can buy a meal meh?" or "5 cents for an ice-cream ah?" gee, if you're THAT caring, then why dont YOU donate instead of just shaking your fat ass in my face, huh?

and joanne wong is a damn sadist. who prays right after a canning? that woman is sick in her freaking mind. if she has one in the first place, that is.


people livin' like they ain't got no mamas.

i am right,


i hate doing those projects.

i'm like, the most environment-unfriendly kid around.

i litter whenever i can.

in fact, i'm guilty of killer litter.

sometimes.

i dont recycle.

at all.

i use plastic bags like there's no tomorrow.

and i dont switch off the electricity when i dont use them.

so, why me?

there are 33 others in the class.

WHY ME?

its not as if i need the cca points.

i have enough to last me another 5 years.

okay, so thats exaggerating.

but, you get the idea.

thats all it matters, right?

right.


i swear i'm right.

i walk a lonely road,


freak valentine's day.

everywhere i go, i see couples. fat couples, thin couples, beautiful couples, ugly couples, tall couples, short couples, old couples, young couples, bitchy couples, nice couples etc. etc. etc. heck, i even saw lesbian couples & faggot couples. all those couples to remind me how pathetic i am. SIXTEENTH VALENTINE'S DAY without a freaking date to show it off. GAH.

if only i didnt have band today. i will drag out the primary school boyfriendless gals & girlfriendless boys to spend the day with me. we might even catch hide and seek. we might even pretend we are oh-so-in-love with one another and that we're each other dates even though all of us will probably puke at the thought of it. but, its better than nothing, right? -snorts.

even those boyfriendless gals are pissing me off. like, hello? DOES YOUR FREAKING GRANDFATHER OWN THE DAMN PAVEMENT? if YES, then tell him to put some chairs + tables on the pavement, enclose it so that you can eat in comfort and we can walk without tripping over you. if NO, then well, what the freak are you doing on the pavement eating your freaking instant noodles?

and screw that freaker ng. the, "i am 'god'." guy. RIGHT. i shall have a nice time laughing when you end up in Hell next time. oh, look. 'god' is in Hell! HAHAHA. and FYI, all Christians will go to Heaven. john 3:16 says, "for God so loved the world, that He gave His one and only Son, that whoever believes in Him shall not perish but have eternal life." beat that, 'god.' HA.


the only one that i have ever known.

that may be all i need,


so pink, i know. but its the CHINESE new year honey. what do you expect? black? X)


in darkness she is all i see.

i wonder how,


GAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH.

i should have pon school today.

GAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH.

kris and jon lost. kris and jon lost. kris and jon lost.

to add insult to injury, rob and amber are going to be on the next season of the amazing race.

yes, THAT rob and amber.

is cbs that desperate?

GAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH.

-sigh.

some people just have to gift to be interesting.

and thus, they can blog about their daily lives without being boring.

unlike me.

if I blog about my daily life,

chances are people will fall asleep within, say, 1microsecond.

GAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH.

-yawns.

i slept at 8++ last night.

but i felt as though i've been awake the whole night.

GAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH.

fire drill was fun though.

FUN!!! kind of fun.

-beams.


i wonder why.

if i was a rich girl,


hey.

happy chinese new year.

may people pull your ear.

i mean,

may you get all the angpows you wanna.

of course,

its not really the angpows that matters, isnt it?

its the MONEY inside.

so,

use it wisely.

and buy a valentine's day for ME!





just kidding. XD


na na na...

call me a bitch,


it was done using MY pc. MY ink. MY electricity. MY internet. MY everything. so when I say I want it white + black means that it MUST be white + black. END OF STATEMENT. black with hot pink are for whores and sluts anyway. really. X) REALLY LAH. britney spears once wore a black with hot pink bustier okay? and it looks horrendous. DISGUSTING. and besides, i dont want the boys in our class to look like faggots. only faggots wear pink. really. REALLY LAH.

and 'lil princess wannabe doesnt understand english apparently. 'cause even though she reads my blog, she didnt tag. didnt i make it clear in my previous entry? IF YOU WANT TO READ, TAG. IF YOU DONT WANT TO TAG, DONT READ.

and one have comments, what must one do? that's right. tag his/her comments, NOT giving me the evil eye.

of course, you can choose an alternative way. which is to diss me in YOUR blog and announce your blog address to the whole wide world. and then, we shall have a very lovely blog war. -beams.

but, gee. 'lil princess wannabe doesnt want that, doesnt she? her life is too noble to be shared with mere beings like us. awwww. how sad.

-snaps fingers (i know i cant snap. just imagine, can? XD), maybe i should do the same thing like her. keep my blog a secret. -ponders. nah. i'm too much of a show-off. X)

(to the tune of barney's song)
i hate you.
you hate me.
lets hang ng to the tree.
i'll get the axe.
and you'll chop off his head.
now we know that ng is dead.

hopefully that will become a reality tomorrow. X)


'cause i speak what's on my mind.

i couldn't tell you why she felt that way,


THE ONE ABOUT FAVOURITISM: in case the two of them didnt notice, the whole school has a clear idea on what is going on between them. and thus, theres really no need for them to try so hard to avoid being seen together. really, its hard trying to control my laughter when i heard that SHE ducked her freaking head whilst in HER freaking car so as to avoid being seen. like, hello? who else would hitch a ride in HER freaking car except YOU? me? ha-ha.

and why is it that she gets away with everything? say, if she didnt do her duty of sweeping the freaking floor, you would just turn a blind eye and pretend that our classroom is squeaky clean (even though its clearly the opposite). whereas, if say, I, have been on duty, you would rant on and on about how dirty the classroom is blah blah blah. gee. it takes you quite a while to see the freaking light (oh! the classroom is dirty!), huh?

and i'd safely bet on my entire fortune that had she been one of the many who didnt bring her freaking workbook, you would keep your freaking mouth shut about it.

NG'S ARSE: ng's arse is big and ng's arse is smelly. it's sang to the tune of, "tarzan is handsome, tarzan is strong," in case you're wondering. one day, when i have the time, i shall write out the whole song about his freaking arse. who knows? i might even be talent-spotted and swept away to l.a to write songs for say, britney spears. X)

but, of course, there's only so much you can say about his freaking arse. so, i shall change the topic to something else. something like, *KICIKING NG'S FREAKING ARSE. XD

see, the whole hoo-ha started on monday. monday blues must have gotten into him. anyway, in case his freaking brain didnt comprehend, all of us have brains. 'cause if we dont have any brains, we'd all be lying in the hospital as a vegetable by now. so his calling of darren as someone with no brains is totally unjustified. and stupid, if one may add. it also goes to show that he doesnt use his freaking brain much as well. what a waste of a freaking brain, isnt it? he should donate it to someone in a vegetable state. one shouldnt waste such good things on him.

and just because you learn a freaking new word called "productive," it doesnt mean that you have to use it in every sentence. i learned a new word when i first came to this school too. it starts with a f and ends with a k. you dont see me using it in every freaking sentence when i SPEAK, dont you?

and, LOL. you'd better sue your physics teacher. because contrary to YOUR belief, the PITCH of the sound DOESNT affect the SPEED. and for that matter, neither does the loudness. uh-huh. it doesnt. so stop your, "you got to play the low notes louder because low notes reach the audience slower," yeahs? its for your own good. 'cause the next time you say that, i shall take pride in correcting you. trust me, it will be freaking embarrassing, humilating even. -snorts

to you, everything's easy, everything's freaking easy. -snorts. looks like you've forgotten how was it for you when you were only in band for less than 10 freaking years. maybe i should exchange places with you one day and let you relieve that freaking experience once again. in fact, i should go one step further and be YOU one freaking day. and tell you to play over and over and over and over again as if you're some kind of freak whose freaking lips doesnt get tired.

oh, and freak it. dont lump everybody in the freaking band together. just because A wants a freaking gold or B wants a freaking silver, it doesnt mean that the whole freaking band wants that. in fact, i wouldnt mind if we got a freaking bronze or a freaking certificate of participation. because that definitely means one freaking thing. and that is BYE BYE to you.

uh-huh. you're scared of losing your freaking job, dont you? thats why you keep wanting us to get a freaking gold, silver, isnt it? you jolly well know that practically the whole freaking school staff knows about your every freaking un-conducter-like action (and that they're waiting to sack you when they get the freaking chance).

well, even if they didnt, they do now.

'cause you've made a seriously freaking mistake by making shikin cry. really, do you have to scold her? she didnt even know what had happened, for freak's sake! all she did was to walk in with joyce after her monitress' meeting & wham-bam! the scoldings came. gee.

but, maybe you arent to blame. maybe its your freaking hormones due to your freaking menopause. oops, i forgot, you are a freaking male. -frowns. maybe there's a kind of "menopause" like syndromes (spelling?) for males that havent been discovered yet. ah, well. impotency isnt that bad actually. 'cause if your wife gets freaking pregnant after cheating with another man, you will be sure that THAT freaking baby isnt yours. see, it isnt so bad after all, right?

anyway, i would freaking appreciate it if i will to be dismissed ON TIME in the future. all of us have life outside the freaking band (unlike you), yeah? and your jokes arent in the least funny. they're just "..." so spare our ears and stop cracking them. and i will again, freaking appreciate it if you will just find out the truth before doing anything. cause we DID freaking practice and its freaking irritating when it is assumed otherwise.

gaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah.

and yes, i'm using freak as a subsitute for the word that starts with a **f and ends with a k.

*its long overdue, but still, it is dedicated to my darling junior, joyce. joyce, if you're reading this, YOU BETTER TAG. and thanks for sending me home on sat. X)

**i think you love it when i used that, right?

pre-ordered i-pod shuffle. -sighs contendly. finally.


she felt it everyday.

is it love tonight,


VALENTINE'S DAY is coming. and i have to spend part of it in school. and part of it with my arse of a conductor. =( but, dont worry, i wont let my gahish day spoil yours'. in fact, i'll make yours' sweeeeeet. in the form of brownies. so, if anybody wants extra, feel free to tag. i'll gladly add the pounds to you. after all, as the saying goes, "if i cant be thin, make my friends fat." XD

and so is the chinese NEW YEAR. and you guys know what the new year means, right? it means lots and lots of angpow! which means lots and lots of money! which means lots and lots of things! X)

and i'm in love with PASTA. and its sauce. i'm also in love with my NEW KITCHEN! BATHROOM! SOFA! and doors! and this and that! yes. i like to show off. =X

i shall leave the one about favouritism and ng's arse to the last, when i have plenty and plenty of time. X)

btw, i went parkway parade today. finally bought my billabong shirt. so its not my original choice, but its still pretty. oh, and i saw ming hua. hong yi. erwin. ding chang. kenny loy. and goodness knows who else. so embarassing can. gah. shall go habour front next time. no people there. YAY.


when everyone's dreaming of a better life?

broken this fragile thing now,


SAFIN'S WIN: pop the champange/beer/vodoka/jollyshandy?/whatever and celebrate! XD "awwwwww, shucks.", for australia though. but, its okay lah. i'm sure an aussie will win the australian open one day. uh-huh. but that excludes lleyton hewitt.

ARSENAL'S LOSS: haha. i've nothing to say about this one actually. i didnt even know a match was on between them till wednesday afternoon. gaaaaah. see, that's how busy i was.

MY TAG'S LONELINESS: my tag was, is (and will always be) a sociable tag, in case you people didnt realise it. so, please, keep it company by tagging after you read. i dont care if you tag humanshit/bullshit/cowshit/catshit, just enter some shit inside, can? and if you dont want to do so, then DONT read my blog. there, as simple as A.B.C.

MONEY STUFF: i want that i-pod shuffle. it has my name all over it. and i want all those cds. and books. and this. and that. and this. and that. but if there's one thing i lack, its money. =(

SCHOOL STUFF: oooo lala. my favourite topic. always. =)

see, the thing is, we are THE seniors. we eat more freaking salt than you eat more freaking rice. so, the next time you catch us for doing something which ought not to be done, you'd better check yourself first. check that your attire is freaking loser-worthy. check that your fringe is above the freaking eyebrow. 'cause it gets real embarrassing (for both of us) if we, THE seniors, THE winners have to correct you. -shakes head.

and, just because you're one of the major losers of the freaking losers' gang, it doesnt give you any freaking right to make an freaking ASSoutofUandME. gee. like, doesnt everyone sit down when turning off the freaking pc? and that includes you? and just because i didnt stand up as freakingly fast as the rest did, it doesnt mean that i aint going to greet that freaking teacher. so dont go, "jasmine," and give me that, "i am a freaking major loser, so you better listen to me." look. and to the other major loser, you dont have to give me that, "what's wrong with you, cant you listen to us, the freaking major losers, without giving us that pissed-off look?" look either. and i curse whenever I want to. so dont give me that, "how could you say that?" look as well. my mouth belongs to me. NOT you. so you dont have a right to control me (and my mouth).

and to that freaking teacher in the above mentioned paragraph, you need to, i dont know, loosen up? not everybody have a freaking plan when they first started out, you know? some people just move with the flow (or is it move to the groove?). and that includes us truly. =)

and the last time I checked, i aint anybody's freaking slave. i'm A's this, B's that, C's this, but I AINT NOBODY'S SLAVE. also, the last time I checked, you have freakingly perfect working legs, arms and goodness knows what else. and the last time I checked, it doesnt take much freaking energy to go to a person and return the cd back to her (it takes more energy when you beat the table, shake? your head whenever you answer a question). so do you really have to go through me? its not as if both of you arent on speaking terms. its not as if both of you are not in the same school. so, really, why cant you just passing the freaking damn cd to her yourself?

and why is it that she has the freaking right to complain when someone "crumple" her freaking magazine ever so slightly and the someone dont have the freaking right to complain when she crumple that someone's magazine ever so unslightly? 'cause she belongs to the freaking clique that apparently rules the class? apparently, yes.

which brings me to this ruling clique. led by this ruling queen. this ms. freaking lil'bitch. no wait, she's too, contrary to popular belief, freaking ugly to be a cute lil' female dog. so, let's just call her ms. freaking lil'princess (who i'm pretty sure reads my blog as well). see, ms. lil' princess, i didnt recall voting for you for the position as the ruling queen. in fact, i recalled quite freaking clearly that i vote for someone else. that someone else lost. but the OTHER someone else won. and the OTHER someone else OUGHT to rule the freaking class. simply because the class voted for her, not you. if you really want to rule the class so much, then why didnt you volunteer yourself as the rightful queen back then? if you'd done so then, i wouldnt have much to say now. but you didnt, and so, well, -shrugs.

now, you may try to deny, smirk, snort, whatever and say, "did we say that we're the ruling clique?" let me answer that for you, no. no, you didnt. but, freak, action speaks louder than words. the fact that it doesnt matter which freaking committee you're in, you will be the one organising the fun things, even though when the job ought to be handled by the welfare committee. the fact that you can use the freaking class fund for your freaking chalets without informing the class. the fact that you can just invite all your freaking boyfriends/girlfriends/friends from other classes even though this is a freaking class chalet and the rest cant. the fact that you keep the freaking submissions for t-shirt designs so under warps that i didnt even know that we're designing one. the fact that i dont even know what are you guys doing for the freaking chinese new year (gee. wasnt it embarrassing when yuan ling questions me and all i can say is, "i donno. "?). the fact that the rightful queen isnt the one reading aloud the freaking fact that we got in to the freaking finals. the fact that one of the performers wasnt even informed that freaking rehersal was on on monday. the fact that you think you're the only one who can sit at the freaking back seat of the bus, and that those who steal it away from you is a freaking __________ (whatever you said about me in the shaw hall, science centre, whatever today). the fact... i dont have to go on any further do i? no, you didnt say that you're the ruiling clique. you never. at all. but action speaks louder than words. and the above facts proves it.

maybe i'm being ridiculous. sensitive. whatever. but, when things are being presented to you this way, its hard to think otherwise.

you think i cant afford to make an enemy out of all of you. but i think the truth is, you cant afford to make an enemy out of me. perhaps. maybe.

because even if all things fails, i still can say it with pride, the fact that i was the original bad girl. and the rest of you are just latecomers. copycats. =)

and the overwhelming amout of 'freak' words? hahas. its a substitute for another more... nc16 word.

if you felt angered by the above post, just freaking tag. express your freaking views. you dont have to suffer in silence then give me the freaking evil eye everyday. you tire your eyes. and you tire mine too (thanks to too much eye-rolling). so, yeahs.

mind you though. i dont accept arguements too well. hahas.


and i can't, i can't pick up the pieces.

i don't know about tomorrow,


I NEED TO BLOG.

but i dont have the time.

gaaaaaaaaah.

i wanna blog about safin's win.

arsenal's loss.

my taggie's loneliness.

money stuff.

school stuff.

valentine's day.

new year.

pasta.

my renovated kitchen.

and bathroom.

my new sofa.

oh, and the one about favouritism.

and ng's arse.

okay. there's nothing to blog about for the last one. save for the fact that he has a large (and very smelly, i'm sure) arse.

BUT I DONT HAVE THE TIME. =(

yet.

get ready for a super-duper long entry.

sometime soon.

if i have the time.


i just live from day to day.