tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-80388500395441131672012-02-16T06:34:07.146-08:00chttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00516406997838727980noreply@blogger.comBlogger1261100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8038850039544113167.post-43408548145114742092008-08-02T10:14:00.000-07:002008-08-02T10:15:52.647-07:00have flown the coop.<br /><br /><br />http://dustspeckangels.wordpress.com<br /><br />relinks would be appreciated!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8038850039544113167-4340854814511474209?l=thearsenicinthetoothpaste.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>chttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00516406997838727980noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8038850039544113167.post-21333639224228396632008-08-02T02:24:00.000-07:002008-08-02T02:28:11.842-07:00nobody understands me,<br /><br />i'm going to go throw a tantrum and eat worms.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br />and i think i've bared more soul just then that i ever need to in this whole lifetime.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />i need an <strike>intellectual</strike> sparring partner, but it appears no one can take this level of psychedelic <span style="font-style:italic;">mess.</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8038850039544113167-2133363922422839663?l=thearsenicinthetoothpaste.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>chttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00516406997838727980noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8038850039544113167.post-57400333920730968202008-08-01T02:45:00.000-07:002008-08-01T02:50:01.669-07:00you pull away from the damningly predictable and throw yourself into the safely open-ended.<br /><br />but life is fluid and souls can drown.<br /><br /><br />and all you know is descent, descent, descent.<br /><br />but motion is relative and when there's nothing to hold onto,<br /><br />you just are and you aren't and it doesn't matter.<br /><br />and it's a quiet place to be.<br /><br /><br /><br />and your wireless connection is as flighty as your thoughts and things must be done!<br />oy vay.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8038850039544113167-5740033392073096820?l=thearsenicinthetoothpaste.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>chttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00516406997838727980noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8038850039544113167.post-70216690449808016662008-07-12T07:34:00.000-07:002008-07-12T07:38:33.104-07:00Am not really supposed to be blogging, but then again, am I ever?<br />Life's changed quite a bit in the past few days.<br /><br /><br />I feel rather strange.<br /><br />Results, for one. Definitely not good, but then again, not alarmingly bad either. Have to work.<br /><br />(and for certain subjects, have to START to work)<br /><br /><br />I have a dog. Don't ask me why, I don't know. But I have a dog. She's a year old Siberian Husky, can't get a clear photo to put up because she's so darned hyper and keeps moving. Doesn't bark, just whimpers in a way that breaks your heart. She's beautiful, really, in a baby wolf kind of way. Wouldn't have imagined I would have her a week ago.<br /><br />And, apparently, I have fencing captaincy, God save us all. Pray for me, all of you.<br /><br />But the Lord's strength is made perfect in weakness, and I think I fit that category to a T.<br /><br /><br />Have a nice week, y'all.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8038850039544113167-7021669044980801666?l=thearsenicinthetoothpaste.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>chttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00516406997838727980noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8038850039544113167.post-61857349278979776122008-07-07T09:11:00.001-07:002008-07-07T09:21:01.241-07:00Sadness is noblifying. Rage and Desperation and Despair are such engimatic concepts, so deep, so intense, so..<span style="font-style:italic;">chic</span>.<br /><br /><br />Maybe that's why we like to proclaim it to the world when we've got a lot of work to do, when we're reading something intellectual, when our souls are rent, when our hearts are broken and we're questioning God, when we're sad, when we're lonely. <br /><br />Maybe it gives us more definition as people, lets everybody know that there's something going on in this headspace, and hints that there's a wounded artist with brilliant ideas hiding in these brown/blue/grey/green eyes. Maybe we just want people to share our lives with us, and we have to make our lives seem as fascinating as possible to attract others. Maybe if we create the possibility that there's more to us than there really is, and prolong this illusion for as long as possible, we'll never have to live with the sad truth that this is all there is, and we're insignificant and pathetic. <br /><br />Maybe we're all just dying animals trying to create a home to crawl home to die in.<br /><br /><br />Me, I'm hungry and I'm going down to get a glass of milk.<br /><br />Ah, but maybe I'm affecting to be disaffected in an attempt to dissociate myself from the masses. Which begin to seem like cattle herds sometimes. <br /><br />So perhaps the question is, why am I still up when it's a long day tomorrow and I know I can't function on little sleep?<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8038850039544113167-6185734927897977612?l=thearsenicinthetoothpaste.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>chttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00516406997838727980noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8038850039544113167.post-69063041572065630702008-07-02T05:36:00.000-07:002008-07-02T06:11:05.714-07:00Vitamin C is supposed to keep you nice and chirpy. So I ate two oranges, and I'm not feeling too bad.<br />But not good enough to do work like I know I'm supposed to, Common Tests being what they were. <br />Madam really has a way with words.<br />They have left me feeling <strikethrough>disjointed and abrasive in the soul.</strikethrough> lazy.<br />And disappointed, [imeancomeoniworkedharderthanieverhaveforbiothoughperhapsthat'snotashardasithinkitwas], but since apparently, this is what JC is.<br />Finished Chem (sighh) on Monday, and went back to Crescent with Darli and Jerr to collect my O Level Cert. I am now higher qualified than the majority of the people in my level :D Take that, IP :D <br />Met Junming at Vivo and the three of us watched Zohan, which is rather gross and Borat in disguise, only with Adam Sandler.<br />As I was passing Redhill on my way home, Veronica texted me to say she was at Crescent, so I flew back again to meet my twin and Ex-Biology Teacher. Was very happy.<br />Went home, to immediately receive a call from Charvi. Long story short, she was stranded with five tickets to the premiere It's A Boy Girl Thing that she got in a radio contest.<br />Changed, and sped off in a cab to Cineleisure, met Charvi, (and other unexpected people). Managed to get a photo with the 98.7 dudes, so..hurrah.<br /><br />Then went to Mustafa at 0000hrs with Charvi to find a miniature world globe. I kid you not.<br /><br />Got sped home in Charv's dad's Merc, while chatting to Mr Wadhwa about beaches and buckets of sand.<br /><br /><br />And so yes. Thus ended the end of Common Tests.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8038850039544113167-6906304157206563070?l=thearsenicinthetoothpaste.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>chttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00516406997838727980noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8038850039544113167.post-87215730366949567562008-06-23T08:01:00.000-07:002008-06-23T08:09:09.262-07:00It's a bit strange to post in the midst of Common Tests, but tomorrow's Chinese B and Chemistry has fried my brain quite a bit, so...<br /><br />I'm actually quite nervous for Chinese B- I mean, it's not as easy as everybody says to get a 7, surely. I mean, make a mistake in the right place and bang goes your chances- like with every other subject.<br /><br />I vaguely remember laoshi mentioning that one year's IB paper required the candidates to write out a recipe in Chinese. As fun as this sounds, if it comes out, I am quite dead. I'm at a loss for the Chinese names of ingredients. At best, my recipe would end up being that of boiled rice. Yi bei fan, yi bei shui. Zhu.<br /><br />A monitor lizard has apparently been stuck at the back of our freezer in the laundry room for the past week. The laundry lady found it and immediately freaked out- saw it when I came back. A metre and a half long, dull black, and very much like those bean-stuffed keychains you get from Chiangmai. Eyes the size of marbles, and twice as glossy. Looked like it just ate a mouse, but then again perhaps it was just inflating its throat. Water monitor lizards tend to do that when threatened, Wiki tells me. <br /><br />Finally Dad came back and pried it out with the help of a mop and a lot of shouting. It's caged up at the back now...it may well turn out to be our new family pet. Perhaps this is my childhood prayer for a dog coming back to haunt me. It's quite cute, in a rather warped way. <br /><br />Laundry lady's okay...she was taking down 4D numbers the last I saw her.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8038850039544113167-8721573036694956756?l=thearsenicinthetoothpaste.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>chttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00516406997838727980noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8038850039544113167.post-77330843000238641552008-06-20T12:22:00.000-07:002008-06-20T12:27:06.729-07:00It's 0300hrs, and I'm...pseudo-studying Business. I haven't become a crazed nerd, I wake up late, really.<br />Revision's going on pretty well, I think. But that doesn't really mean much, because in ten years of education I have learnt that time spent revising doesn't always guarantee good results. <br /><br />Must've gone a bit too far with the caffeine today- pulse is racing and I'm developing that restless, Emo mood that coffee always puts me in. <br /><br /><br />I miss Crescent, but the funny thing is I can't remember a thing about it.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8038850039544113167-7733084300023864155?l=thearsenicinthetoothpaste.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>chttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00516406997838727980noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8038850039544113167.post-25536026255696454202008-06-12T10:51:00.000-07:002008-12-10T19:13:28.648-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xOKBSqwoby8/SFFl2f4K6SI/AAAAAAAAAJU/sfZ_ehrtNHA/s1600-h/Image023.jpg"><img style="display:block; 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margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xOKBSqwoby8/SFFizT_E8UI/AAAAAAAAAHU/2dB2U6grs94/s400/DSC00149.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211054877522063682" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8038850039544113167-2553602625569645420?l=thearsenicinthetoothpaste.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>chttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00516406997838727980noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8038850039544113167.post-44645044590447488342008-06-04T01:24:00.000-07:002008-06-10T10:26:14.453-07:00 <object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/pc8OAG7SRL8&hl=en&color1=0x3a3a3a&color2=0x999999"></param><param name="wmode" value="transparent"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/pc8OAG7SRL8&hl=en&color1=0x3a3a3a&color2=0x999999" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8038850039544113167-4464504459044748834?l=thearsenicinthetoothpaste.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>chttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00516406997838727980noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8038850039544113167.post-420584234704822812008-06-01T07:15:00.000-07:002008-06-10T10:26:14.453-07:00<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"><div>goodbye and thank you, <br /></div><div><br /></div></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);">and i will always think of you fondly and with love.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);">but you should be getting along now.</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8038850039544113167-42058423470482281?l=thearsenicinthetoothpaste.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>chttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00516406997838727980noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8038850039544113167.post-19974473383898860442008-05-30T06:02:00.000-07:002008-05-30T06:03:19.552-07:00<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">i need someone to teach me conversational Teochew so I can talk to my grandma.</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8038850039544113167-1997447338389886044?l=thearsenicinthetoothpaste.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>chttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00516406997838727980noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8038850039544113167.post-87991169580267028132008-05-28T05:49:00.000-07:002008-05-28T06:56:53.685-07:00<div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">i fell right through the cracks,</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">and now i'm tryin' to get back.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><br /></span></div><div>touched down at Changi about four hours ago, and some how lumbered home. Somehow, english signs have never been so depressing, but I'm getting ahead of myself.</div><div><br /></div><div>Day 1.</div><div>Left home alone, high and blitzed on prescription flu medication, feeling a sense of relief. Arrived at T1, wandered around doing the usual custom things with The Class, and then flew away gloriously on a plane and left all IB and non-IB matters to the winds.</div><div><br /></div><div>Well, not quite, but well.</div><div><br /></div><div>Arrived in Bangkok, took a bus ride to a smaller airport, boarded yet another plane and made the giant leap to Khon Kaen, by which time it was late, so we hightailed it to the hotel in groovy little van and, well, slept.</div><div><br /></div><div>Prayed over the rooms before we did though, because they were rather creepy.</div><div><br /></div><div>Day 2.</div><div>Had a rather strange breakfast consisting of an egg, a sausage and a small circle of fried rice.</div><div>Walked to Khon Kaen Christian School and met the most bubbly principal I have ever encountered in my life. After a small tour and briefing...(the campus is no ACS) the girls got down to planning what to paint for a mural while the guys started whitewashing a few classrooms. Decided on Jesus and the Five Thousand, and me and Tina started by painting the multitude.</div><div><br /></div><div>In the end, being the artistic perfectionists that the rest of the girls are, they painted over our multitude after it dried because it was...too ugly. :( :(</div><div>Oh well, there goeth Career Option #3247239.</div><div><br /></div><div>Notice a sign opposite the hotel reading "SUPAPORN CARRENT"</div><div><br /></div><div>Hm.</div><div><br /></div><div>Day 3.</div><div><br /></div><div>No school (obviously), so we walk to um...some community center in the middle of a shantytown.</div><div><br /></div><div>Due to horrible memory, the center will henceforth be referred to as the Foundation.</div><div>We play some games with the kids which were really...awkward and hilarious. Ended up teaching the kids how to use the banana tree as a catapult to whip people. Hm.</div><div>Broke up into two language enrichment groups.</div><div>By some ironic, cruel, twist of fate, I was appointed leader of the Chinese tutoring group.</div><div><br /></div><div>It went something like this.</div><div><br /></div><div>ME: <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">Ni men hao!</span></div><div><br /></div><div>KIDS: (stare at me with glassy eyed look that has the Singlish equivalent of "What talking you? I catch no ball.")</div><div><br /></div><div>ME: <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">sigh.</span></div><div><br /></div><div>It seems that teaching, the noblest profession of all, is not for me.</div><div>Ohwellbiglosswhat'sforlunch.</div><div><br /></div><div>Went on to visit the slum. The first slum I've ever seen and it was amazing. I sat in a house made of wood zinc and cardboard, a house that was expected to shelter the occupants through all four seasons, including the monsoon and winter, and watched an old lady chew the betel nut to get through the day. Then after that we went back to the IT mall with some slum kids to treat them to Swensens. ..I don't really know what to say about this part, but...</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>And I don't really want to type out a formal travelogue anymore. We finished painting all the rooms that were fit for paining in the school, and well, one thing I gained from this WOW is the feeling of getting my hands dirty. ACS's toilets are hygiene meccas compared to their classrooms. Insect poop and insects abundant and I worked really..girlishly the first day. As the days progressed I got a little more used to it and even managed to get up on the rusty scaffolding at one point to paint the ceiling.</div><div><br /></div><div>Of course, by that time the boys were in their natural element and virtually dancing topless on the scaffolding, but well, </div><div><br /></div><div>personal best, lah, personal best.</div><div><br /></div><div>The church was one of the main highlights in the trip. Didn't understand most of it, but those people <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">really worshipped. </span>They sang and lifted their hands up to the Lord unashamedly and fellowshipped with one another and loved, God and each other. Look at them, and look at me and you know which one is poorer, and well, it's not them.</div><div><br /></div><div>And I miss Khon Kaen desperately already but it's time to work on IOP and biology and math and wait for news of Biology EE and fence my little arms off..</div><div><br /></div><div>and photos when I get them.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8038850039544113167-8799116958026702813?l=thearsenicinthetoothpaste.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>chttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00516406997838727980noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8038850039544113167.post-40558902893951455592008-05-21T17:24:00.000-07:002008-05-21T17:30:41.539-07:00will be in Thailand 'til the 28th, for the Window on the World programme.<div><br /></div><div>will be leaving for the airport in about, say...now, actually.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>which is good, because right now i really need to run away and serve a cause greater and more nobler than myself.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>i love you. all.</div><div><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8038850039544113167-4055890289395145559?l=thearsenicinthetoothpaste.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>chttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00516406997838727980noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8038850039544113167.post-17154158009989788052008-04-27T03:19:00.000-07:002008-06-10T10:26:14.453-07:00<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">You Were Always the One- The Cribs</span><div><br /></div>I get the feeling they got you believing<br />It's better to be loved than left out<br />But it's like you told me<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><br />It's nothing to do with acceptance<br />It's all about escaping </span><br />Then you heard that there's always someone<br />Forget the wrong one<br />Disregard your past<br />But she came with <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">feelings too complex to be amusing</span><br />You're gonna get in trouble with that<br />You're gonna get in trouble with that<br />You're gonna struggle with that<br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><br />And I know I said I needed some time alone<br />And I know I never seem to pick up the phone<br />And though you will see me with someone else<br />You were always the one</span><br /><br />And I know I said I needed some time alone<br />And I know I never seem to pick up the phone<br />And though you will see me with someone else<br />Yeah, you were always the one<br /><br />I get the feeling they got you believing<br />It's better to be loved than left out<br />But yeah, like you told me<br />It's nothing to do with acceptance<br />It's all about escaping<br /><br />I setenced myself now a long long time ago<br />And I hope to be free<br />But I guess that you've heard that before<br />So will you try and look surprised<br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">When you find out I lied? </span><br /><br />And I know I said I needed some time alone<br />And I know I never seem to pick up the phone<br />And though you will see me with someone else<br />You were always the one<br /><br />And I know I said I needed some time alone<br />And I know I never seem to pick up the phone<br />And though you will see me with someone else<br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">You were always the one</span><br /><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>I never liked the Cribs but this has always been one of my favourites (Thanks, Nick!)</div><div><br /></div><div>Nothing much to say, really..Biology and Chem tests over, thank God, but I hear there's another Chem test in the works, so can't get too comfortable yet. Business coming up too, thank God for labour day.</div><div><br /></div><div>Fundraising also mostly over, 5.11 really rocks. 2K in two weeks, not bad at all.</div><div><br /></div><div>Esmond's birthday on friday was..interesting. Really nice getting to mess around with friends in a non-school setting. A few parts were a bit, awkward, but it was really really nice. Happy birthday, Esmond! Your place is really wicked cool.</div><div><br /></div><div> I didn't know he was CARLOS Tevez :(</div><div><br /></div><div>Getting new blade on tuesday, can't wait. A bit heart-and-wallet broken at the price, but at least I know it won't rust/break as easily as a chinese blade. Knowing my pro maintenance skills...I think that's the blade for me.</div><div><br /></div><div>Thank God for friends.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8038850039544113167-1715415800998978805?l=thearsenicinthetoothpaste.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>chttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00516406997838727980noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8038850039544113167.post-54142707263767524372008-04-13T03:55:00.000-07:002008-12-10T19:13:28.933-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xOKBSqwoby8/SAHnhjnsMCI/AAAAAAAAAGc/yi1UEpJ8caU/s1600-h/Image078.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xOKBSqwoby8/SAHnhjnsMCI/AAAAAAAAAGc/yi1UEpJ8caU/s400/Image078.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188682809390936098" /></a><br />I rarely feel this wrong inside.<div> </div><div> </div><div>Then 'gain, I s'ppose I say that because I'm not all that willing to admit that being mean and hostile and raw and awkward may very well be me. I can't quite remember ever feeling this spiritually dry and raw, but then again I hardly ever feel this spiritually <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">genuine</span>. It's time for a fresh start, I suppose.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>I drew on my bedroom wall with chalk. And my mom's not making me wash it off, which is wonderful. Sharyl guest-starred at a certain corner, <3. </div><div><br /></div><div>Wanted to do something more me, the ambiguous "me" being used here in place of something more specific and binding. At any rate, it reminds me of pre-O level days, those idyllic times in the library, allowing Voxtrot and co. to groove my soul to some poetic oblivion. </div><div><br /></div><div>But, you may ask, do you not have IOP and IAs and Other Things to attend to?</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>I laugh in your face, friend.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>No, I actually don't.</div><div><br /></div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8038850039544113167-5414270726376752437?l=thearsenicinthetoothpaste.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>chttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00516406997838727980noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8038850039544113167.post-54709897732013973772008-04-06T05:00:00.001-07:002008-06-10T10:26:14.454-07:00<div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'><p><object height='350' width='425'><param value='http://youtube.com/v/3IrCwjv1IRo' name='movie'/><embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/3IrCwjv1IRo'/></object></p><p>Cover of "New Soul" by BrittanyAnne17</p></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8038850039544113167-5470989773201397377?l=thearsenicinthetoothpaste.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>chttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00516406997838727980noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8038850039544113167.post-70910951633304902712008-04-06T04:57:00.000-07:002008-04-06T04:59:35.090-07:00<div><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8038850039544113167-7091095163330490271?l=thearsenicinthetoothpaste.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>chttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00516406997838727980noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8038850039544113167.post-85716541731474965072008-04-05T07:04:00.000-07:002008-04-05T07:10:34.316-07:00I can't think of anything to say, really. It's been a crazy last few weeks, the best Math teacher ever left our class, and I'm drowning in work, to start with.<div><br /></div><div>And yet again, I find my world revolving around me.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Fencing training today and already I'm feeling the bruises. Using training rubber weapons, true, but a hard stick is a hard stick and having it thrust at you by a lunging person is really painful.</div><div><br /></div><div>Have to go work on a written commentary now, and I'm sharply reminded of why I didn't take HL English. It's not that I'm not in love with Literature, I am, I really am. Only it's one of those tragic and grotesque loves that leave a person with little else than a broken heart.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8038850039544113167-8571654173147496507?l=thearsenicinthetoothpaste.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>chttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00516406997838727980noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8038850039544113167.post-82633452298729867962008-03-27T07:15:00.000-07:002008-06-10T10:26:14.454-07:00i feel like human skin over a storm cloud on the brink of collapse<div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8038850039544113167-8263345229872986796?l=thearsenicinthetoothpaste.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>chttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00516406997838727980noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8038850039544113167.post-87423488658814411642008-03-23T07:28:00.000-07:002008-03-23T07:33:46.676-07:00"are you Redeemed? tell it to your face."<div><br /></div><div>"I will believe in the Redeemer when the Christian looks a little more redeemed."- Nietzshe</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>it's difficult to chronicle your life when you don't really know what's happening either.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>love, the faster you drop it, the faster we move on.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8038850039544113167-8742348865881441164?l=thearsenicinthetoothpaste.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>chttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00516406997838727980noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8038850039544113167.post-25452617637186178152008-03-11T06:45:00.000-07:002008-03-11T06:46:01.002-07:00不知道该说什么。<div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Truthmin are probably the coolest people ever.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8038850039544113167-2545261763718617815?l=thearsenicinthetoothpaste.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>chttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00516406997838727980noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8038850039544113167.post-9093105816434304572008-03-02T06:17:00.000-08:002008-12-10T19:13:28.992-08:00i'm very tired, irritated, stressed, put out, put down, put off, hungry, thirsty, dry, discouraged, and generally "meh"-ish feeling.<img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xOKBSqwoby8/R8q3jIiVkDI/AAAAAAAAAEs/ni_qholyXmY/s200/27-02-08_1857.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173148936203243570" /><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div>but! my <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">fr</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">iends</span> make me very happy, and for that I thank God :D</div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8038850039544113167-909310581643430457?l=thearsenicinthetoothpaste.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>chttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00516406997838727980noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8038850039544113167.post-87294836919456647732008-02-21T03:52:00.001-08:002008-02-21T03:55:45.711-08:00well, well, haven't been blogging at all, have i :D<div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>school's been good as usual, as if i would say anything else. Bio test today, and second orientation games. we had lessons uptil PC period where they let us go play captain's ball with the JAE people. Or rather captain's chicken, because we used a raw chicken instead.</div><div><br /></div><div>So yes, now the astroturf will ever remind me of violated poultry and flying intestinal matter.</div><div><br /></div><div>Most people aren't leaving, I think, so that's awesome. I hear it can get pretty heartbreaking in the JCs.</div><div><br /></div><div>Not running for council, because because.</div><div><br /></div><div>I have to go do Bio IA now. If you say "IA" fast and loud enough, it becomes a scream of frustration, as pointed out by Nadine. Coincidence? I think not.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Fusion Intimacy on Saturday, go if you're cool :D</div><div><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8038850039544113167-8729483691945664773?l=thearsenicinthetoothpaste.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>chttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00516406997838727980noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8038850039544113167.post-43434715715352921132008-02-05T08:13:00.000-08:002008-02-05T08:14:52.311-08:00Yes, well,<div><br /></div><div>I'm supposed to be asleep now.</div><div><br /></div><div>Or studying Biology.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Or Chemistry.</div><div><br /></div><div>Or Math, com'ma think of it.</div><div><br /></div><div>Ah, but it's CNY Eve tomorrow, I've found a nice song, my guitar is tuned, and I am<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"> buzzed.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><br /></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8038850039544113167-4343471571535292113?l=thearsenicinthetoothpaste.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>chttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00516406997838727980noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8038850039544113167.post-47931978112755230942008-01-30T06:05:00.000-08:002008-01-30T06:18:30.490-08:00<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Didn't think I was going to blog anytime soon what with the odd pieces of homework flying in and out and the terrifyingly new syllabus advancing on me,</span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;">but then I figured that if I didn't I'd look back on the blog some years from now and wonder about this whole period of my life.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;">Life in ACSI's good, people are as enthralling and refreshing as ever, lessons are stimulating, and things are more or less right. Excepting yesterday when I was wrestling out a lab report for Bio, and spending two hours on Numbers just to realise that it's graphing function is appallingly crude, and didn't support error bars or trendlines at all. Which is disgusting to say the least. Slept at one, for the first time in a long while. </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;">Other than that, I'm a happy kid. A happy kid that gets to question her own existence along with what to have for break, that gets to draw on the walls with chalk and bring communist propaganda posters to school, that sings Do You Know the Muffinman with her friends in class, never attends guitar class without chilling at Coffee Bean with Yanting first, and being told for like, the firstest times ever that her chinese homework is the best in the class, no matter the fact that it was copying a few sentences straight from a passage.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;">For now I'm in Christian Fellowship, Young Diplomats' Society and !nk. It's actually very slack because they all seem to clash on the same day and !nk is like, a bimonthly affair. Might take up something else after JAE, might not. Life is better lived spontaneously, isn't it. Woohoo.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"><br /></span></div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;">As my schedule slowly accumulates all sorts of things I feel my resolution to "fit life into God, not God into life" disintegrating. Which makes me feel horrible, but not quite horrible enough. </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"><br /></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8038850039544113167-4793197811275523094?l=thearsenicinthetoothpaste.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>chttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00516406997838727980noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8038850039544113167.post-32219109231321270692008-01-24T02:18:00.000-08:002008-01-24T02:24:34.050-08:00I know I haven't been here as often as usual and all, and really, so much happened in between Orientation and Now that I can't really say it all, other than that I'm in 5.11 Psalms now, and I say that with some confidence because by the glorious grace of God I received a 6 for O Levels, so there's a good chance I'm staying in ACS(I). Which is cool beans.<br /><br />O Level Results released today, and it was very tense, because I misread some teachers' faces and so panicked unnecessarily a bit. By the time we got to the hall I was studiously avoiding looking into anyone's eyes. But we all did well, so congratulations to Crescent and it's 9.5 L1R5 average, and finally we can put this behind us. FireAC prayed for us a whole lot, under the IB Block, in the Primers' Room and in the hallways when they just so happened to pass by. Thank God for FireAC.<br /><br /><br />On a more mundane note, I have work to do.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8038850039544113167-3221910923132127069?l=thearsenicinthetoothpaste.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>chttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00516406997838727980noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8038850039544113167.post-51184834033808943452008-01-04T22:46:00.000-08:002008-01-04T23:16:26.369-08:00<span style="font-weight: bold;">Orientation 2008</span><br /><br />It's a bit weird being called a Year 5 in a school I was most definitely not in for the last four years<span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"></span></span>, but still cool.<br />Arrived way early at 0700 at ACSI, and realised that they weren't kidding 'bout the 1:4 girl to boy ratio. Only if you factor in the Year 1-4s, it's more of a 1:12 ratio. But it's all cool, because I met Sam(antha), a girl from Chung Cheng and we pretty much clung together like two scared children for the next half an hour. More Crescent girls came and we bemoaned the fact that yellow and blue is not a colour you want to wear in an unfamiliar crowd.<br /><br />Assembly time, in which I met my OG (16!) 7 girls out of 25 people, but it's still alright because all 25 of them are really cool people <s> at least I think so but I haven't really met all of them yet and all ACSI guys seem to look the same</s> After a series of talks, we played a couple of ice-breaker games, and then attempted to learn the mass dance. Key word being, attempted. Played some station games, involving a round in which I was blindfolded and given a whacko stick and told to hit someone. I think I accidentally hit an OGL along the way, but we won, so oh well! Mostly talked to Charvi (who escaped from NJ), Yue Chin (with christmas braces), Chaw (who's a choir boy!) and Esmond (who is very...funny.)<br /><br />Second day was a lot more fun. Ran the ACS-iting Race (Lame jokes are apparently the norm in this school) around the Orchard and Marina area. We wiggled in front of the Heeren and disturbed Caucasians, mostly. Got the guys to tell me about the weird people in ACSI. <s> Later, I met some of these people and they told me that my OG mates were the weird ones- that jump into swimming pools with the clothes on to save their soccer balls </s> A lot of Raffles and Hwa Chong and tight shorts jokes.<br /><br />Went back to school and had the IB talk <s> AGAIN </s> but this time for parents. I'm more or less decided, except for whether to take B &amp; M or Economics.<br /><br />Third day! Had an extremely funny talk about being a girl in ACSI by the deputy principals. It was really funny, especially how the first lady was very elegant and polished, whereas the second one was really frank, and the things she said were hilarious. "They might stare at you, because you're pretty, because girls are 'specially created by God and they are all pretty! Boys are not pretty, goodness, we don't want them to be pretty!"<br /><br />It was funnier when she said it.<br />Had a mass dance session, after which the breakdancers had a dance-off. Thing is, the guys tower over the girls so I didn't get a very good view, but what little I did see looked cool.<br />Then had an extremely dirty telematch, involving sliding across a sheet of soapy water, egg yolk and flour, accidentally swallowing flour-water , sticking my hands into ice water in which a frog had swum in, sticking my face into flour and rolling across mud. :P<br />Halfway through one of the OGLs grabbed my head and ruffled it. Was wondering why, until I got into a washroom and discovered hair gel and egg white in my hair. Grr.<br /><br />Being a former boys' school, ACSI apparently only has one shower room for girls, so me and Charvi had to work a pretty thorough bath out of a sink, a hand dryer, a contact lens case, and plenty of tissue. Went back down feeling pretty good, had lunch with my OG, and then us girls got Justin Ng to show us around the school. Poor guy got laughed at by his juniors. Had CCA fair, then cheering session, and then a mass dance in the rain.<br /><br />Closing Ceremony was cool. Me, Nat and Yue Chin sat with some of the guys we didn't get a chance to talk much to, and played Truth and, er, truth. Why does Crescent have a reputation for anorexic girls? I never knew that. Douglas has the widest nostril! Found out it was Justin's birthday that day and so we sang a birthday song to him. Found myself going off into the Crescent version. Took group photos, appreciated the Oldham statue, set off for home with Charvi.<br /><br />I like this school. And if God so allows it, I think I'm staying :D I'm taking Chinese B!<br /><br /><br />Independent whoosh!<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Yay Parent Say Macbook For Carren, Carren Happy!<br /><br /><br />I think I should take standard level English.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8038850039544113167-5118483403380894345?l=thearsenicinthetoothpaste.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>chttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00516406997838727980noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8038850039544113167.post-76174799318769976512007-12-31T03:23:00.000-08:002007-12-31T04:05:52.627-08:00haiyo: <span style="font-style: italic;">wa </span>sher eh ger <span style="font-style: italic;">shiangjyao</span>!<br /><br /><br /><br />You might have to read that out loud to get it.<br /><br />Today was uneventful. Slept really late as usual last night, so woke up really late this morning. Sharyl had already cooked lunch (pasta) for me, the little darling, so I ate that and watched a bit of V for Vendetta with her. Then went online and searched blogs and stuff for information about Orientation. Came up with zilch.<br /><br />Apparently my school isn't one of those send-mail-to-tell-new-students-details-about-first-day-of-school schools. Got a new pencilcase, though! It's another one of my makeshifts, but it's pretty, anyway.<br /><br /><br />Struggled with the guitar for awhile, my fingers aren't getting the hard padding at the tips, which suggests I don't use enough force :(<br /><br />I can more or less play Hey There Delilah and nothing else. I can't even strum, oh the ignominy.<br /><br />Down, down, down, up, up, down (pause) down.<br /><br />Four more hours to the next year. 2007 was an amazing, almost absolute joy to live. T'was a worthy end to my four years in Crescent. Which for some reason seem very far away now. Surely not? Apparently holidays seem so much longer without Track on every alternate day. This is the paradise that my schoolmates have been living, and that I've been missing out on?!<br />I learnt a lot about God, myself and my friends this year. That isn't saying much because I was densely ignorant about everything to begin with, not to say that I'm not now.<br /><br />I did a lot more slugging around and going out than reading and drawing and writing than I thought I would, but it's all good.<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-style: italic;"></span><br /></span>I have the advantage of a lot of things laid at my feet. Imagine if we were born in third world countries and brought up with extremist values, or if we were rural Chinese forced to work in the sweatshops that produce the cheap goods that power the economy.<br /><br />Of if I were just me, only without the immense blessing of being born into a Christian family. Would anyone have taken the time to witness to me? Would I listen, and be willing to give up one of my previously-free Sundays to go to church with them? If my parents were anti-Christian, would I have had the courage to accept my Salvation? I've never been one to rock the boat before.<br /><br />I guess God really knows how limited my strengths are and how deep my weakness runs.<br /><br />I'm a <s>bit</s> intimidated by what could happen in the future, if it ever came to it, if I would be able to pick up my cross and do what's right. I guess with the prayer and patient advice of friends and mentors, and unceasing Grace from God (who is able to make me stand), I would be able to. Yes, that is a hint, friends.<br /><br />In conclusion, I confess I can be a rather humongous idiot at times, so though I might be thickheaded and resist even the most deserved correction, please don't give up on me? And as we enter the New Year, I sincerely wish you all a most blessed new year, and that you might enter/remain in God's perfect love.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8038850039544113167-7617479931876997651?l=thearsenicinthetoothpaste.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>chttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00516406997838727980noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8038850039544113167.post-30801255471409056962007-12-30T03:02:00.000-08:002007-12-30T03:56:10.981-08:00Why on earth are there so many pictures of kissing children in the world?<br /><br /><br /><br />Anyway!<br /><br />Wai Teng's birthday yesterday, went to Jurong Point first off to grab a semi-adequate present for me and Yan Ting to share. Yan Ting was quite horrified by it, but it's usable and functional so who cares (la huh). Ran around Vivocity for a while because Yan Ting refused to stay in one place, the lovely darling that she is. She would only tell me that she was looking for a board. And then she couldn't find the corrugated plastic one that we wanted so she got a more expensive purple styrofoam board...immediately after which I found the plastic boards in question. I'm not sure, but Yan Ting must've screamed pretty loudly because my phone <span style="font-style: italic;">buzzed </span>with the sound.<br /><br />Went down to MacDonalds and started decorating the board. The little boy in the next table kept staring at the board, which had some rather humiliating photos on it, so..<br /><br />Waded in the pool awhile, went to Pet Safari, collected the immensely adorable, immensely expensive Toy Story cake from Swensens. Wai Teng called and told us she'd be late, so we wanted to go to the Sky Club first to put the cake in a fridge.<br /><br />Went up to Harbourfront Tower , but since it's also a cable car tower, there was a huge crowd jamming up the lifts. So we figured we'd be smart and take the stairs. Only, the club was on the sixteenth storey, so we were slumped by the eighth one. I tried the door on the eighth storey only to find that it was locked, which was alarming, because if we'd climbed to the sixteenth storey only to find it locked I would've thrown myself off the building. So Yan Ting dropped her stuff and ran up, trying the doors on every level. All of them were locked, and then she realised that for some reason the stairs didn't go up to the sixteenth level. (Although we had gone straight up from the correct lift lobby, we somehow ended up in a different tower, something that still frightens us today) Instead the door on the thirteenth level was glowing with a weird light, and was utterly littered with cigarette butts, or so Yan Ting tells me. We try the door on the sixth? fourth? I can't remember, and it leads us out to a deserted corridor, flanked by deserted glass-windowed offices. Deserted, but for some odd reason, completely lit, complete with christmas tree in the center twinkling away ominously.<br />Wai Teng called around this time and we tell her we hate her and howl in fear and anguish for a moment, then find a lift that we dash into. For a moment the lift doors close and Yan Ting chooses this moment to tell me about The Hive in Resident Evil. The doors open again, for no reason at all! And Yan Ting screams and covers us with the board. Finally the lift works like a normal lift should and we get down to the first storey.<br /><br /><br />And we are in an entirely different tower from the one we went into. I go outside to call Wai Teng again, and Yan Ting slumps on the lobby chairs. At this moment a man appears out of nowhere and taps Yan Ting on the back and says hello. She screams into his face, and he runs over to me to apologize, at which point, remembering Resident Evil, I gasp into his face as well and go, <span style="font-style: italic;">duibuqi</span>! The man runs off, and Wai Teng appears, at which point I am a half crying half laughing hysterical mess.<br /><br /><br />We get to the club, finally, the melting cake is saved, and Yan Ting and I spend half an hour in the changing room changing into our dresses and masks. Her dress was to short, mine was too formal, and the masks (sequins and feathers) were very embarassing, and so we decide to go out wearing them to prevent people from recognizing us.<br /><br />There's a gym in between the club and the changing room, and I can confidently say that we might've caused people to choke mid-push up as we walked past.<br /><br />The party was cool, there was a panoramic view of Sentosa, and the food was cool, and the people were cool. Yan Ting had to poledance, which she did to perfection. Other stuff happened, and by the time Wai Teng's parents sent me home I was half-dead.<br /><br /><br />Otherwise, happy birthday, Wai Teng! And I cannot wait for school at ACSIB to start. I braved the Hive, surely nothing can be worse.<br /><br />Oh, and I'm down to my last two Seamonkeys. I can't find the bodies of the other Seamonkeys, which leads me to suspect that the last two ate them all.<br /><br />I have named them Joanne and *, in honour of the two people that bought them for me.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8038850039544113167-3080125547140905696?l=thearsenicinthetoothpaste.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>chttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00516406997838727980noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8038850039544113167.post-33187621303817634912007-12-26T07:18:00.000-08:002007-12-26T07:55:27.463-08:00Christmas is over!<br /><br />And I hope all your Christmas wishes came true, and if not, well, hey at least you have some more left to tide you through to next year.<br /><br />Christmas is a special time for me.<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);">When I was a kid I was very sad and listless because I just couldn't get the meaning of life, and I couldn't think of what to look forward to. PSLE, O Levels, A Levels, University, working, starting a family, giving birth- </span><span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-size:78%;" ><span style="font-style: italic;">(this I was the most horrified by because when I was five Sharyl -already showing a disgusting early interest in Bio- gave me an unnecessarily graphic account of the process of child bearing.) </span><span style="font-size:100%;">-the usual milestones in life didn't seem very appealing, and I had virtually nothing to look forward to.</span></span><span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-size:78%;" ><span style="font-size:100%;"><br />Especially since eventually it would all end in death, and very little of what I will do is going to leave any lasting impact.</span></span><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:78%;" ><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"> As far as I could see, living would only make me miserable, inevitably hurt other people along the way and burden society as a whole. And so why would the good Lord see fit to keep me alive and happy, if there was no way I could ever earn my own keep?</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);">But then! By the loving grace of God, as the years came I was blessed in ways too many to count, like with the wonderful friends that I still can't believe I have. And although sometimes I still can't see how my life in anyway benefits the universe, I look at how much I have been undeservedly blessed with and I think that maybe it's this kind of gifts that we celebrate during Christmas. The kind that you can never reciprocate fully, like Love, Fellowship and Salvation.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">Just came back from Chiarenfest. Met at Jurong East, came back to my place for a while 'cause I lost Chia Lynn's pointer, let them try on my Crescent uniform and write me demerits, met Nick at Wisma, ate hotdogs, shopped around (I bought a shirt from Zara Kids, I'm so ashamed.), watched Chia and Xuan swordfight in Toys 'R' Us, got Chia Lynn and her friend lost on their way to Victoria Concert Hall, walked around Citylink with Xuan, came home.</span><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><br />I still have no idea what to wear at Waiteng's (#@$(@#) birthday party.<br /><br /><br />Sunny tomorrow!</span><br /></span></span><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-style: italic;"></span></span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8038850039544113167-3318762130381763491?l=thearsenicinthetoothpaste.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>chttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00516406997838727980noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8038850039544113167.post-85971246873104018072007-12-22T00:52:00.000-08:002007-12-22T02:02:59.089-08:00I just put the water purifier into the SeaMonkeys tank, I'll add in the eggs tomorrow and hope for the best.<br /><br />Came back from <strike>EXCO</strike> ChanChiaCaKaChong chalet. My legs are bruised, my arms are strained, and I slept 'til 3 in the afternoon today.<br /><br />Was supposed to meet at Pasir Ris at 12:30, but because we all had something to do in the morning, it was pushed to 2:30 at Buona Vista, where Yan Ting's dad drove us to Downtown East. Parents drove me to BV, during which I left my house keys in the car, but that'll come later.<br /><br />Got to Downtown East, checked in, and suddenly felt so sluggish that we crashed onto the bed and slugged around for half an hour or so. Wai Teng hadn't come yet and Karen was still in Indonesia at this time- Just when we were about to leave, Wai Teng reached DE and we went to pick her up. Slugged around a bit more, then decided to go cycling.<br /><br />I hadn't cycled for, what, FOUR YEARS, so it took me a while to get the hang of it again. Joanne and Wai were wearing heels and pumps respectively, so how they managed to cycle is beyond me. Joanne's bike was a bit short too, so there were many crashes and false alarms in the first half an hour.<br /><br />Cycled around, played in the playground, sat on the rotating satellite dish thing while singing Christmas Carols- can't really remember much but it was really cool. Then we realised the bike rental shop was gna close in fifteen minutes so there was a mad dash back. Half way up this steep slope my flip flop dropped of so I stopped suddenly, which is really not something you want to do on a steep slope. Mild moment of panic when the bike started rolling backward, but didn't crash in the end, so that was alright.<br /><br /><br />Returned bikes, grabbed BK on the way back, took Neoprints, and then watched I'm a Cyborg but That's OK, which is a stupid show that pretends at being abstract and clever.<br /><br /><br />Stayed up til 4 in the morning talking about girl stuff.<br /><br />Woke up at 9, grabbed breakfast at Macs which made Karen and I feel horribly sick. After which, packed, went down to Escape. I have to confess, uptil then I'd only taken one roller coaster ride ever, so I was more than a bit apprehensive. Took the Flipper thing, which is like satellite thing only a lot larger, the Viking, the Wet 'n' Wild, and went on the Go Kart Advance track. Went through the Haunted House too, as one very large pile up of screaming girls.<br />I don't even remember it, because my eyes were shut the entire way.<br /><br />Went home, and waited outside int he rain for three hours, because, as mentioned above, I had no key. My neighbours' guard dog was loose and he was blissfully running about. He bumped into another girl but didn't even bite, just ran off like nothing happened. Poor thing, forced to play a role against his nature.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8038850039544113167-8597124687310401807?l=thearsenicinthetoothpaste.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>chttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00516406997838727980noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8038850039544113167.post-57347284048285636912007-12-19T19:33:00.000-08:002007-12-19T19:51:28.406-08:00100th post!<br /><br />Birthday yesterday, can't remember at all what happened in the morning so I'll just skip ahead to the afternoon. Jieling and Veronica came by real early to help me.....um. With stuff. Watched Hairspray once through so Veronica could learn her Zac Efron thing- oh.<br /><br />We had a Hollywood theme, Yan Ting came up with it. I was <span style="font-style: italic;">allegedly</span> Sienna Miller, though that was rather botched, Veronica was Zac Efron, Jieling was Scarlett Johansson, Wai Teng was Victoria Beckham, Yan Ting was Keira Knightley, Joanna was Natalie Portman, Joanne was Paris Hilton, Sophia and Shermain were Brad Pitt and Angelina Jolie respectively, etc etc etc. Still can't believe they went through with it.<br /><br />Ms Ng swung by early with a card and a gift, which was cool.<br /><br />Had a LOT of trouble gelling up Veronica's hair. In the end we just managed to make it look a touch shinier than usual. Ho well.<br /><br />Then people started to arrive and were milling around taking photos, while we struggled to get a fire started. Failed miserably, but Sharyl had the foresight to just microwave most of the food. Her friends came later, and they were from Australia, the home of the barbeque, and they managed to revive the fire.<br /><br />Funnily enough, I told my parents that, surely we wouldn't have any trouble at all getting the fire started cause so many Uniform Groupers were coming. :/<br /><br />Made the people watch Hairspray, though the Divya group didn't like it because there was too much singing. Which is perfectly understandable. Definitely. A musical shouldn't have too much singing.<br /><br />(I'm being sarcastic, Veronica)<br /><br /><br />Wai Teng and Yan Ting came extremely late, and when they did they'd racked up a cabfare of $30.<br />Because they'd apparently gone back and forth in Singapore, to get me a <span style="font-style: italic;">guitar</span> and a huge signboard thing. Both with the signature, because when/if they become famous in future, the value will appreciate and I'll be able sell it for a million. :D<br /><br />So now I have two guitars and no skill in between them! Thanks a million, my two main loves!<br /><br />Joanna did this swish calendar thing, using photos of my favourite bands and my favourite moments that she swiped off Facebook :D I loved it, it's so sweet!<br /><br />And Joanne got me seamonkeys ;)<br /><br /><br />And there were loads of other gifts that were really well thought of and sweet, like the twins', but I'd rather giddy with glee now sooo...moving on!<br /><br /><br />They felt really bad about not having a cake, which I was fine with, cause we had marshamallows and all, but then! They somehow found this Christmas Log Cake, (which had frozen solid) so we had that instead :D And it was quite good, I think.<br /><br />After that, we had a toasting session involving sparkling juice. Sparkling juice is carbonated fruit juice, so I was a bit...disturbed when people started getting high.<br /><br />After that, most people had to leave cause it was getting late, but Sharyl's friends, Joanna and Yan Ting stayed 'til about midnight. Since one of Shar's friends was nineteen, we gave him a small flute of wine, and he <span style="font-style: italic;">immediately got drunk. </span>He started making motorcycle sounds and breakdancing and Yan Ting collapsed on the floor laughing.<br /><br />She left with Joanna, but then called me cause she was marooned at the MRT station. On hearing this, my dad immediately insisted we go save her, so we went down in the car, picked up the Hysterical One, and brought her back to Dover, safe, and I'm not so sure about sound :D<br /><br /><br />But it was awesome, and I am a very, very happy sixteen year old now :D<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8038850039544113167-5734728404828563691?l=thearsenicinthetoothpaste.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>chttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00516406997838727980noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8038850039544113167.post-18538528493212992252007-12-18T07:05:00.000-08:002007-12-18T07:12:01.383-08:00My God is so big, so strong and so mighty,<br />there's nothing my God cannot do!<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />It'll be my sixteenth birthday in 54 minutes and I'm so hyper I can't stop moving I'm typing standing up!<br /><br /><br />And I hope the party will be a blast though I'm a bit sure it's going to be a bit awkward cause I'll have very different people coming,<br /><br />but I wouldn't change a thing because these are the people that make my life my life, and it just wouldn't be a proper celebration of life without them..<br /><br />and besides, people like Sneha and Yanting are like parades-on-legs, so surely it won't be too boring.<br /><br /><br />at the most, I'll just show Hairspray!<br /><br />I'm suddenly filled to profusion with love the darlings of my life. Why am I so blessed?<br /><br /><br /><br />God has seen all my needs and He exceeds them- and it's true, His grace is sufficient for me.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8038850039544113167-1853852849321299225?l=thearsenicinthetoothpaste.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>chttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00516406997838727980noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8038850039544113167.post-59257388884700963792007-12-16T09:00:00.000-08:002007-12-16T09:06:57.130-08:00O Holy Night, the stars are brightly shining,<br />it is the Night of our dear Saviour's birth.<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Long lay the world, in sin and error, pining,</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">'til He appeared,</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">and the soul felt its worth.</span><br /><br />O thrill of hope, the weary soul rejoices,<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">for yonder breaks,</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">a new and glorious morn.</span><br /><br />Fall, on your knees!<br />O hear, the angel voices!<br />O Night divine! O Night, <span style="font-weight: bold;">when Christ was born!</span><br />O Night divine! O Night, O Night Divine!<br /><br /><br /><br />The old songs are usually the best.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8038850039544113167-5925738888470096379?l=thearsenicinthetoothpaste.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>chttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00516406997838727980noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8038850039544113167.post-43846275029132951062007-12-13T06:38:00.000-08:002007-12-13T06:52:26.562-08:00For all who might want to know, I am tomorrow's ACSI-an.<br /><br /><br />Along with half the world, though. I'm actually warming up to that idea.<br /><br />At least the whole RJ/ACSI/RJ/ACSI thing is over, my mom was quite appeased by the fact this year, even four points is not enough for RJC. She's been more worried about it than I have, my mom.<br /><br />Anyway, down to the important stuff. Met Vera and Yanting at Bugis today, and they were, again, both late. Not by too much, though, and so we had lunch at TCC, then walked to Bras Basah (sp?), and checked out the guitars there.<br /><br />Apparently, a ukelele only costs S18. Hm!<br /><br />Had stomach trouble but perhaps due to Vera and Yanting it stopped hurting for a few hours, so we went on down to Holland for guitar again.<br /><br /><br />No Bio today, but Sunny just taught us this complicated (he says simple, but teachers always say that.) background melody of Bread's 'If'. And then we very happily forgot to arrange the last lesson with the lady at the counter so we've no idea when we've to go back.<br /><br />After than, dragged the two down to the Holland building to get my mom's cat stuff, the two of them shrilling Hey There Delilah all the way.<br /><br />And because of what I'm sure is a totally unrelated factor, I got a splitting headache, so had to cab home.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8038850039544113167-4384627502913295106?l=thearsenicinthetoothpaste.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>chttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00516406997838727980noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8038850039544113167.post-42470347427925185892007-12-11T22:52:00.000-08:002007-12-11T23:12:27.164-08:00The cleaning lady is, well, cleaning downstairs and I'm scared of her (she speaks CHINESE) so I'm cowering in my room right now.<br /><br />So I shall blog about yesterday.<br /><br />Was supposed to meet Yan Ting at Orchard at 12. I got there at 11.40 and she got there at 12.30. You heard it here first, folks.<br /><br />So we wandered rather aimlessly around wisma/taka/fareast for awhile, looking for Christmas treetop angels and shoes and lunch.<br /><br />Speaking of angels when I was in kindergarten they had this costume parade thing and to participate you had to submit in a form saying what you were going to be, and I was going to be an angel only, being four years old, I spelt it as 'angle' and the teachers laughed at me :(<br /><br />Back to yesterday! Couldn't find the angel because I needed a huge red one and they only sold titchy gold and green ones.<br /><br />But then Joanne came and met us and right off the bat she bought something. And then another thing. Then another.<br />It was like watching a cyclone cycling through Far East.<br /><br />But after that the curse was broken and Yanting and I managed to get stuff. I bought Sharyl's Christmas present, which I am fabulously proud of now.<br /><br />If she doesn't like it, I shall whip her with it.<br /><br />Then Vera joined us, and we all trooped back to Taka. Taka? I think it was Taka. I don't know, all places seem the same in Singapore nowadays.<br /><br />Slugged around at Coffee Bean, and I (finally!) managed to find shoes. It's very weird how manufacturers can make a decent pair of flats and then, just for the fun of it, slap a ribbon on them for no reason at all. Got a pair that're <span style="font-style: italic;">so</span> going to cause blisters, but if they were just one size bigger they'd fall off my feet. My feet are so weird. But I like them, anyway.<br /><br />Cabbed down to Holland V, went for second guitar lesson. Or rather, Bio lesson conducted while plucking on a stringed instrument for emphasis.<br /><br />This time we learnt about breast cancer. Nevertheless, Sunny (sunny!) predicts that in one year's time we'll be able to form a band named the MIRs, and if the O's don't go well we can go busk in Orchard for a living.<br /><br />I'm kidding, he just said we'll be able to play.<br /><br />Yanting bought a pretty guitar and then Vera and Joanne left. So the two of us got dinner at Subway, where I had a Yanting moment involving the violent and accidental assault of a dinner chair.<br /><br />Samantha the Senior was there, too.<br /><br /><br />Found a new way back home.<br /><br /><br /><br />Am extremely bored now.<br /><br /><br />Can play a very pathetic rendition of Jingle Bells.<br /><br /><br />Shall go practice very pathetic rendition of Jingle Bells.<br /><br /><br />Can't wait for the nineteenth!<br /><br /><br />The cleaning lady appears to be blasting Chinese radio throughout the house. She must be in cahoots with my ex-tuition teacher.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8038850039544113167-4247034742792518589?l=thearsenicinthetoothpaste.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>chttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00516406997838727980noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8038850039544113167.post-37043849621868365232007-12-07T05:48:00.000-08:002007-12-07T06:15:54.067-08:00Just listened to the whole albums of Deathcab, Voxtrot, Muse and the darker songs in Babyshambles' Shotters Nation.<br /><br />And ergo I am now hopelessly sunk in a funk.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />And the kindergarten lessons aren't making life any cheerier.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8038850039544113167-3704384962186836523?l=thearsenicinthetoothpaste.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>chttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00516406997838727980noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8038850039544113167.post-36490273749278965872007-12-06T07:09:00.000-08:002007-12-06T07:34:06.475-08:00Had my first official, out-of-school guitar lesson today.<br />First things first.<br /><br />Met Yanting and Vera at Clarke Quay, the both of them arrived half an hour early and spent the next forty minutes polishing the stone seat with their butts. I don't get it either, ask them.<br /><br />Traversed around that area, pretending Vera was a Japanese tourist. Despite the anime I've watched, I couldn't remember the least bit of Japanese. So we walked around pointing at random things going, "Ocha! Ocha!" For those not in the know, ocha means green tea.<br /><br />Went to Komala's at Peninsular PLAZA. T'was packed to the brim with the lunchtime crowd, but we managed to get our hollow flourballs. The proper name is Bhattura, I'm told, but I never care about proper names.<br /><br />Didn't finish our bhatturas, they were too huge. Eating something bigger than my head seems to be an integral part of my year.<br /><br />So instead we made funny faces with our leftovers.<br /><br />After that we walked around Citylink, I got a Deathcab CD, and then we went back to Holland V.<br />On the way back Yanting was panicking about her eyebags and the fact that they're permanent.<br /><br />She didn't believe me and Vera when we told her they made her look better.<br /><br />I realise no one ever believes me when I tell them they look good/beautiful.<br /><br />Which means I am either known to have horrendously bad taste, or to lie a lot.<br /><br />Moving on!<br /><br />Took a kind-of-sort-of Individual lesson with an Aussie named Sunny. For some reason, from the start of my lesson to the end, he seemed more intent on talking about his days preparing cadavers as a lab assistant than on talking about the guitar.<br />Perhaps something about my face screams, "TALK TO ME ABOUT BIO." He was cool. :D <br /><br />But for some reason he reminded me so very much of Sir.<br /><br /><br /><br />After the lesson we went back to the main part of Holland V. Found out Starbucks was giving out free drinks, and so being true blooded Singaporeans, we joined the queue. Got our drinks, and went home.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8038850039544113167-3649027374927896587?l=thearsenicinthetoothpaste.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>chttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00516406997838727980noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8038850039544113167.post-77918937752894539592007-12-03T21:22:00.000-08:002007-12-03T22:00:30.768-08:00I'll be sixteen soon!<br />It feels very weird to always be one age younger than all your friends. Technically, that is. It's one of those things that occurs throughout your life but you never really get used to.<br />Posting results coming out soon, too. Heck, O Level results coming out "soon".<br />What feels weirder is that life is just progressing and we're all growing up and it's so subtle and insidious.<br />Four to five years ago me and my primary schoolmates were just waiting and waiting for life to begin. I can't remember anything about those years, incredibly. I can't remember the tons of assessments I had to do, I can't remember any of the Chinese idioms my devil of a tutor tried to force into my head, I was remarkably unimpressed by Primary School. And all of us, we were just waiting for it to end so we could move on to the bigger things in life. And in between the droning monotony of classes, the tuitions and the mock PSLE papers, I and Chia Lynn would desperately cling on to what was left of childhood by staging lightsaber fights. We'd be characters from the Matrix, Lord of the Rings, and most importantly Star Wars. Or if we couldn't think of anything, we'd just climb the tall grass slope next to the bus stop, just 'cause.<br /><br />And always, always, in between classes, or while waiting for the bus. I can't remember if we ever made time for the express purpose of playing. I always envied the kids that stayed in the estate next door, because they were always having badminton games and bike races after school. Yeah, some of them were mindless punks, but at least they had fun.<br />I just went home and studied and read books and waited for the future. And even then my parents thought I was wasting time not studying as much as I should have.<br />For a short while I would charge my friends for doing their English homework for them. Twenty cents for an essay. Nick and Meixuan were my only customers. I should have charged more.<br /><br />(In the end my Chinese grade proved the death of me and the other papers were laughably easy. Life gets you like that.)<br /><br />And that's all, literally, all that I can remember of the first twelve years of my life. And now it's time for heels and handbags and JC and while that's all well and good, I can't help but feel a little bit ripped off.<br /><br />Oh well, moving on.<br /><br /><br />On a brighter note, I love, really love Trevor Horn. He is a legend. The Buggles' most famous hit, Video Killed the Radio Star. So, so catchy.<br /><br />It was released in 1979, but they performed it, live, in 2004. In a rare twist, I thought the live version was so much nicer. Mr Horn's voice isn't edited to sound machine-like, for once.<br />And as ever, I am a sucker for the English accent.<br /><br /><object height="355" width="425"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/laZw3Y3JCJ8&amp;rel=1"><param name="wmode" value="transparent"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/laZw3Y3JCJ8&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"></embed></object><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8038850039544113167-7791893775289453959?l=thearsenicinthetoothpaste.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>chttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00516406997838727980noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8038850039544113167.post-36809340719405932032007-11-30T02:09:00.000-08:002007-11-30T02:12:13.428-08:00Where are they, the whimsical, compassionate, concerned, brilliant, mentors of the world, the masters of pedagogy?<br /><br />Where are the Toto-Chan Headmasters, the Frank McCourts, the Ron Clarks, the Obi-Wan Kenobi's (Episodes IV onwards)?<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8038850039544113167-3680934071940593203?l=thearsenicinthetoothpaste.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>chttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00516406997838727980noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8038850039544113167.post-14960241141474031952007-11-29T20:43:00.000-08:002007-11-29T21:03:08.095-08:00So.<br /><br /><br />Yanting and I were <span style="font-style: italic;">supposed </span>to have met at JP, eaten lunch, gone back to my place, baked or watched trash or whatever, and wasted yesterday afternoon away in tragic malaise.<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Instead, </span>after having deemed that the food outlets in JP were unworthy of our patronage, Yanting suddenly remembered some really good indian restaurant at Peninsular <span style="font-style: italic;">Square</span> she ate at <span style="font-style: italic;">five years ago.</span> And in the spirit of spontaneity, we immediately hopped, no, literally, hopped into a cab, and set off our our pursuit for above mentioned restaurant.<br /><br />And that's when we found out that Peninsular Square does not, in fact, exist, and so the cabby brought us to Peninsular Plaza instead. There's something vaguely thrilling about pursuing something you're not very sure where is. Especially if the meter is running.<br /><br />Miracle of miracles, Yanting somehow remembered the name of the restaurant. We laughed in the information counter person's face when they told us it existed, and where it was.<br /><br />And when we got there (it's Komala's, a sort of Indian Vegetarian answer to Macdonalds'), after spending sixteen dollars getting there, making a fool out of ourselves in front of the directory.....Yanting decided not to eat there after all.<br /><br /><br />We ate at Burger King.<br /><br /><br />After that we walked through Funan, and to Central. Strange, isn't it, how almost everything in Singapore links up.<br /><br />Found absolutely nothing interesting, and out of sheer desperation we went to Chinatown.<br /><br />And despite the fact that it's such an important part of Singapore's heritage, there's nothing very Singaporean about it. Then again, we spent most of the time in the touristy part.<br /><br />Come to think of it, the essence of Singapore is that it's a tourist trap.<br /><br />I take my words back.<br /><br />But we had fun rediscovering out roots, ahem, and I bought some Chinese calligraphy scroll thing for my room. According to the shopkeeper, it means "seeking", and yes, I had to get her to read it for me.<br /><br />Had more fun in Chinatown than we ever did in Vivo or whatever.<br /><br />But after Chinatown we went back to Vivo and played around in the SkyPark thing again. Went to see the Maltese but it was gone, and Ben &amp; Jerry's didn't accept Yanting's voucher. So we got a drink at Coffee Bean, and then we went back to my place.<br /><br />Watched Jumanji, ate jelly, then sent Yanting home via Dad's car.<br /><br /><br />The end.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8038850039544113167-1496024114147403195?l=thearsenicinthetoothpaste.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>chttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00516406997838727980noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8038850039544113167.post-8843752332286975952007-11-28T00:56:00.001-08:002007-11-28T01:31:11.424-08:00musical evening yesterday. left home at five, bought a rose at jp, met veronica at raffles place. went with her to meet her mom. well, at least, went with her to the lobby of her mom's office building.<br /><br />brief, hilarious moment in which veronica couldn't remember her mom's company's name, or the level it was on. security guard a bit incredulous. <span style="font-style: italic;">You mean you were going to go into the lift without knowing which button to push? </span><br /><br />He turned to me and went, <span style="font-style: italic;">good thing you're here, you can look after her.<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;"></span></span>And I smile gormlessly at him,<span style="font-style: italic;"> but I don't know what floor it's on either!<br /></span><br />Well, you had to be there<span style="font-style: italic;">. </span><br />Walked across to Victoria Concert Hall, met Yinwai, sat in the second row, watched concert, got a lift home from Veron's mom. It was really, really good. let it never be said that i was ever any good at music critique. I liked the alumni band.<br /><br />i have discovered that the best method to reduce boring moments during the free days is to wake up really really late.<br /><br />had a really weird dream two days back, we were all in the AVT having lessons, and the teacher, faceless and unrecognizable, started killing everyone with her tablet.<br /><br />hm.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8038850039544113167-884375233228697595?l=thearsenicinthetoothpaste.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>chttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00516406997838727980noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8038850039544113167.post-68206257280241627712007-11-26T04:40:00.000-08:002007-11-26T04:57:38.504-08:00i was half an hour late meeting ruth, karen and shermain at orchard, but in time to get lunch with them. pepper rice, for the third time in a year. still not sick of it, though i expect i will be soon.<br /><br />wasted time at the heeren, i bought babyshambles's shotters' nation at HMV. it's a glorious place, but they had no wannadies, ergo i am rather forlorn at the moment. but christmas is coming, and surely they will have stocked up by then. oh, and i still haven't got the libertines' up the bracket. and many many others. people will have no trouble deciding what i want for christmas.<br /><br />took neoprints.<br /><br />ah, christmas.<br /><br />watched stardust, which was good. i loved that the lead actress, the star, wasn't made up to look thoroughly runway-perfect in every scene, and so she seemed to grow more beautiful as the show progressed. she was so delightfully british-looking.<br /><br />also thought that the lead guy looked too much like orlando bloom.<br /><br /><br />and then after that we all went home.<br /><br /><br />stupid monsoon season.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8038850039544113167-6820625728024162771?l=thearsenicinthetoothpaste.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>chttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00516406997838727980noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8038850039544113167.post-47541886757601560542007-11-22T23:58:00.000-08:002007-11-23T00:12:24.795-08:00<span style="font-family: arial;font-size:85%;" >so i watched Enchanted with Karen and her ReallySmartSister yesterday- it was cute and funny and i loved the dragon<br /><br />went to catch sharyl's acjc drama, arabian nights, at acs (barker) in the evening. smoke, sequins and bellydancing. don't really remember the plot, 'cause i was feeling real feverish at the time. (or i inhaled too much smoke) but the dancing was very good. but my sister was a dancer, so i must be being biased. i can't imagine ever being confident enough to wear a leotard and dance onstage, but i guess that's why i've never been a dramahead.<br /><br />but it was good, and hurray! i watched my first acjc drama thing. i'm a big girl now and all.<br /><br />submitted pae options form, by the way. nothing unexpected.<br /><br />i think my music thing has thrown nick off-guard.<br /><br />also, i only remember/keep in touch with three people from my primary school. what is up with that? is this bad, and if so whose fault was it?<br /><br />okay, fine, mine.<br /><br />spent the late morning with ms ng and veronica. met at pioneer mall then trooped 'cross to her place, and got violently acquainted with her dog. violently licked, i mean.<br /><br />veronica was frightened, </span><span style="font-family: arial;font-size:85%;" ><span style="font-size:78%;">asusual ;)</span>, but surprisesurprise!she actually stuck out her hand and let the dog lick it.<br /><br />she kept trying to lick my mouth. the dog, not veronica. i mean, i know my lips are chapped, but...<br /><br /><br /></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8038850039544113167-4754188675760156054?l=thearsenicinthetoothpaste.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>chttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00516406997838727980noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8038850039544113167.post-64330149551180932842007-11-21T01:52:00.000-08:002007-11-21T01:54:57.416-08:00i'm sick.<br /><br />and it's the kind of sickness that makes you feel as if your body is made of tired old wood. and that makes you feel perpetually thirsty. and then when you drink water, you feel worse.<br /><br />and <span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);">joanna</span> passed the bug to me via sms.<br /><br />i don't care how ridiculous that sounds, everything feels better when you blame it on someone else.<br />and the fact that i walked home in the rain on monday and then immediately went into an aircon room has nothing to do with it, definitely.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8038850039544113167-6433014955118093284?l=thearsenicinthetoothpaste.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>chttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00516406997838727980noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8038850039544113167.post-83069923074692803492007-11-18T19:18:00.000-08:002007-11-18T19:21:19.372-08:00I am extremely bored. I can't even go to the library and, I don't know, do IMPACT or something.<br /><br />And no one's updating their blog or coming online.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8038850039544113167-8306992307469280349?l=thearsenicinthetoothpaste.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>chttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00516406997838727980noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8038850039544113167.post-9953986085341050312007-11-16T23:27:00.000-08:002007-11-16T23:30:03.406-08:00So anyway, realised I didn't upload photos of the last few days in Crescent. Farewell Assembly and the such. Hard to believe we could've been so happy, what with O Levels being so close and all.<br /><br />It's in slideshow format, so just send me a message or something if you see a photo you want.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><embed src="http://widget-f1.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="cy=bb&amp;il=1&amp;channel=1080863910569708529&amp;site=widget-f1.slide.com" style="width:400px;height:320px" name="flashticker" align="middle"></embed><div style="width:400px;text-align:left;"><a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;ad=0&amp;id=1080863910569708529&amp;map=1" target="_blank"><img src="http://widget-f1.slide.com/p1/1080863910569708529/bb_t000_v000_a000_f00/images/xslide1.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /></a> <a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;ad=0&amp;id=1080863910569708529&amp;map=2" target="_blank"><img src="http://widget-f1.slide.com/p2/1080863910569708529/bb_t000_v000_a000_f00/images/xslide2.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /></a></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8038850039544113167-995398608534105031?l=thearsenicinthetoothpaste.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>chttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00516406997838727980noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8038850039544113167.post-54365490658392805402007-11-16T03:23:00.001-08:002007-11-16T03:23:04.436-08:00<div><embed src="http://widget-82.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="cy=bb&amp;il=1&amp;channel=1080863910569585538&amp;site=widget-82.slide.com" style="width:400px;height:320px" name="flashticker" align="middle"></embed><div style="width:400px;text-align:left;"><a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;ad=0&amp;id=1080863910569585538&amp;map=1" target="_blank"><img src="http://widget-82.slide.com/p1/1080863910569585538/bb_t000_v000_a000_f00/images/xslide1.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /></a> <a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;ad=0&amp;id=1080863910569585538&amp;map=2" target="_blank"><img src="http://widget-82.slide.com/p2/1080863910569585538/bb_t000_v000_a000_f00/images/xslide2.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /></a> <a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;ad=0&amp;amp;id=1080863910569585538&amp;amp;map=2" target="_blank"><img src="http://widget-82.slide.com/m/1080863910569585538/bb_t000_v000_a000_f00/images/xslide9_1.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /></a></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8038850039544113167-5436549065839280540?l=thearsenicinthetoothpaste.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>chttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00516406997838727980noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8038850039544113167.post-68448640852371576702007-11-13T04:10:00.000-08:002007-11-13T04:34:10.718-08:00What's this? I'm blogging, and why would I do that, I have to study!<br />But wait, I <span style="font-style: italic;">don't</span> have to study now, and I <span style="font-style: italic;">can</span> blog guiltlessly, because<br />the O Levels are <span style="font-style: italic;">over.<br /><br /><br /></span><br />And by the blessed grace of God, they didn't go too bad at all.<br />Don't really want to talk about what happened in the last few weeks because, after all, nothing happened. I just studied.<br />It was actually quite pleasant, cause I felt like I had all the time in the world and I could study Bio without checking my phone every few seconds for, I don't know, council updates or stuff.<br />And now I have turned into pudding and am lost in the expanse of free time before me.<br /><br />So anyway, after Bio today, the whole cohort ran out of the hall, most of us screaming, and stuff. Tried very hard not to gloat at passing juniors, failed miserable but ohwell. Had a sort of celebration for all C1-ers born after June, with cake and everything. To be fair,I didn't actually eat my cake, more like winged it at Veronica.<br /><br />Who dodged it, resulting in the caking of our form teacher (whosurprisedusbysmearingcakeontoVeronicadespitethefactthatverytechnicallyIwastheonewho threwcakeather,butMsNg'scoollikethat) so, oh well again.<br /><br />Had a very fun time with the twins and all borrowing mops and cleaning up the canteen for one last time. Like council duty during last year's Nat day.<br /><br />Then went to borrow shoes from Joanne and then hit Vivocity with Div, Ruth and Veronica.<br />Waded across the, er, wading pool at the SkyPark. Has anyone else noticed how blue and beautiful the sky is now the O's are over?<br />Turned into pudding over a maltese puppy in the giant pet store, then met Jieling, and had lunch. Hunted for GN stuff, found shoes and a necklace. So now my kit's complete save the clutch, and I have one day left. Shrinkydinks.<br /><br />Divya's flying off to Amsterdam today, which is like the words Hamster and damn, only it's not.<br />And she's missing Grad Night, odd thing that she is.<br /><br /><br />Is Catherine Willows/Marj Helgenberger of CSI the most captivating actress these young eyes have seen?<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;"></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8038850039544113167-6844864085237157670?l=thearsenicinthetoothpaste.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>chttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00516406997838727980noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8038850039544113167.post-64224272153436013882007-10-04T04:20:00.000-07:002008-12-10T19:13:29.480-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xOKBSqwoby8/RwTQpa0iQLI/AAAAAAAAADU/5d28bELMn58/s1600-h/us.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xOKBSqwoby8/RwTQpa0iQLI/AAAAAAAAADU/5d28bELMn58/s200/us.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117444486592610482" border="0" /></a><br />Inspired by Yan Ting's poem, go check that one out...<br />but before that, there are quite a few things I've got to say-<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Crescent</span><br />Despite the fact my lungs feel sore,<br />and though my eyes' are wet,<br />I'm told the day has just begun,<br />now my Crescent moon has set.<br />And yet I linger among my yearbooks,<br />though I should be studying Chem.<br />I find my mind refuses to leave<br />those happy thoughts of Them.<br /><br />My smelly fish and giant moose,<br />and little dinosaur,<br />who made me laugh by doing things<br />I'd never seen before.<br />Like comparing the extent to which<br />the fat on their arms would shake,<br />Or falling asleep in every class,<br />and being impossible to wake<br />Or bitching about the technician who was<br />undoubtedly gay,<br />Or fighting at a buffet line while I slunk<br />silently away.<br />Of course we had times where we didn't<br />quite see eye to eye<br />where because of them I nearly got<br />stripped of my council tie.<br />Yet they stuck by me and tolerated<br />my tendency to stone<br />and through their cheer they let me know<br />I'd never be alone.<br /><br />Then in pressurizing Sec 3, when<br />good times started to decline,<br />My EXCO streamed into my life,<br />like glorious sunshine.<br />LIke power president Wai Teng,<br />And her taste for all things glam,<br />And hyper bunny Yan Ting,<br />who simply couldn't clam (down)<br />Or spa-voice Karen<br />who first asked "is this simple?"<br />Or fab princess Felissa who<br />smiles with just one dimple.<br />And sugary sweet Brenda,<br />who really could cook well,<br />and darling guider Erica,<br />Remember ICYL?<br />And funkay fresh Hani<br />all hail my queen bee,<br />and really, what would I do without<br />dear Poshpok Yuexi.<br />And fellow psychic Eunice!<br />and smartypants Gu Tong!<br />And star runner Joanne<br />whose skirt I kept too long.<br />Together we ran our tight ship<br />and tried to maintain decorum<br />and held fast when crowds heckled us<br />during the student forum.<br />For we have each other as we have always had,<br />love keeps us all aglow,<br />and in our hearts, there burns the passion<br />and spirit of Pablo.<br /><br />Then my classmates, oh what a joy,<br />that I got into C1<br />Who knew the supposed geeks<br />could turn out to be such fun?<br />Drama queens Ruth and Divya,<br />RGPSers with an edge,<br />whom I will cherish even when I live<br />under the Ben Sheares Bridge.<br />And whiny whiner Roohiya, with whom<br />I discovered the Carren Weed,<br />And Clarice and Dilys in Bio Lab,<br />where we, er, examined a seed.<br />And ghost-seeer Jinghuai,<br />who got me back on track,<br />by dragging me to the library<br />when I tried to slack.<br />And during the horrid Chinese O's,<br />God sent my darling twin,<br />Veronica who braved gastric pains<br />to bring out my inner Qiaolin.<br /><br />Yan Ting said once before,<br />parting is such sweet sorrow,<br />and indeed as I look back,<br />I'm sure I'll cry tomorrow.<br />Dear friend, if I have forgotten,<br />to mention your name here,<br />remind me when you see me next,<br />I'll, er, let you pull my ear?<br />But you get the point, oh gift from God,<br />that though we're bound for JC,<br />although I may not express it well,<br />you,<br />really now,<br />mean so much to me,<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8038850039544113167-6422427215343601388?l=thearsenicinthetoothpaste.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>chttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00516406997838727980noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8038850039544113167.post-47263428399111111472007-09-18T01:54:00.000-07:002008-12-10T19:13:29.729-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xOKBSqwoby8/Ru-YXrl8k3I/AAAAAAAAAC0/F4WbMjjMxl4/s1600-h/paul+the+whimsical+drunk+donky.bmp"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xOKBSqwoby8/Ru-YXrl8k3I/AAAAAAAAAC0/F4WbMjjMxl4/s200/paul+the+whimsical+drunk+donky.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111471634695099250" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);">I live, for the moment.</span> <span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);">Prelims are over, leaving me and my room in a shambles in its wake.</span> <span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);">But still, over is over, and Thank God.</span> <span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);">Because the past few months have been fantastically crazy. (I ask you, why is it wrong to say, terrific aching, brilliant pain? It happens all the time.)</span> <span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);">Nothing like a series of over-important exams to put you through a cycle of confusion and identity crisis.</span> <span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);">My family members usually don't come home 'til really late at night, and the last few weeks I've been coming home unusually early, to a desolately empty house.</span> <span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);">I felt like one of those lost little-girl ghosts, opening doors and then closing them, rifling through the pages of books without reading the books, strewing my stuff all over the house.</span> <span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);">The actual exams were better than expected, thanks to those horror stories I've heard about Prelims. A few rude shocks here and there, but much more miracles. :D </span> <span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);">Studied in the library with JingHuai, not quite a study group, but pleasant company. Would've gone crazy if not for her.</span> <span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"><br /><br />Realised that sometimes I don't try my best cause I'm afraid of what it would say about me if I still failed to get the desired result. Come to think of it, I've never actually said here which JC I'm eyeing, have I?</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"><br />Also realised that I have a very low pain threshold, and that I've long been infected with the Singaporean teenage disease of Spoilt-ness.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"><br />Also realised that God is not in anyway obliged to care about me, and there's really no good reason why He shouldn't just strike me with some flesh-wasting disease. Looking at it in a practical sense, I should, in theory, matter very little to him. And yet my cup runneth over, and I haven't got the capacity to imagine how blessed I am. And that it should be Him telling me what to do with my life, not the other way 'round.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);">And that no matter what happens in the next few months,I'll always have something to be thankful for, and yet I rarely exercise that ability.</span></span> <blockquote>Life is so fragile, and I feel like I'm this close to breaking it. But as I said before, I live, for the moment.</blockquote> <span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);">And before I forget again, I really must thank all the lovely people that encouraged me and talked me through Prelims. Jinghuai, Divya, Ruth, Madhura, Aza, Roohiya, my Family, my Juniors, etc etc etc.<br />Angels, you all are.<br /><br />Oh, and I also realised that collecting stickers still enthralls me. And I've started again.<br /><br />I tell you, being a December baby makes me take my own sweet time to grow up.<br /><br />Hit town with Yan Ting yesterday after Physics Practical, looking for GN stuff. No such luck. I must be physically deformed. (But the bloomin' woman got hers today, I hear.) Oh well, I got a Libertines CD from Gramophone, trying for Up The Bracket soon. Predictably, they didn't have Babyshambles. Sandra joined us shortly afterward and made us try stuff we wouldn't have in normal circumstances, and as a result our list of choices was expanded. One of my toes was nearly cut off, long story.<br /></span></span><br /><br />Has anyone seen <span style="font-style: italic;">Down in Albion</span> by <span style="font-style: italic;">Babyshambles</span>? My soul craves it.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8038850039544113167-4726342839911111147?l=thearsenicinthetoothpaste.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>chttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00516406997838727980noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8038850039544113167.post-59482595037317752752007-07-01T04:35:00.000-07:002007-07-01T04:38:40.614-07:00Someone: But you're the first person of the cohort; you'll set the standard for every body else!<br />Me: Hooray for Crescent~<br /><br /><br />Other than that....<br /><br />My Yeah Yeah Yeahs CD came in the mail :DDDDDD<br /><br />And you know I don't normally use multiple smilies.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8038850039544113167-5948259503731775275?l=thearsenicinthetoothpaste.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>chttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00516406997838727980noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8038850039544113167.post-53267108269973761882007-06-30T06:29:00.001-07:002007-06-30T06:29:17.008-07:00<div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'><p><object height='350' width='425'><param value='http://youtube.com/v/iGZXhUeLh90' name='movie'/><embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/iGZXhUeLh90'/></object></p><p>I seem to be on a video posting roll.<br /><br /><br />This guy is wearing a PI SIGN AROUND HIS NECK FOR GOODNESS' SAKE.<br /><br />RIGHT.HAND.RULE!</p></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8038850039544113167-5326710826997376188?l=thearsenicinthetoothpaste.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>chttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00516406997838727980noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8038850039544113167.post-40148236092291664412007-06-24T03:32:00.001-07:002007-06-24T03:32:48.179-07:00<div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'><p><object height='350' width='425'><param value='http://youtube.com/v/IkqtfeY6j4M' name='movie'></param><embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/IkqtfeY6j4M'></embed></object></p><p>Very easy to identify to-<br /><br />many of us want to run away to another country, but what if we get there and realise that it's all just the same and that the problem goes a lot deeper than we think?</p></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8038850039544113167-4014823609229166441?l=thearsenicinthetoothpaste.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>chttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00516406997838727980noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8038850039544113167.post-81968081632640947842007-06-10T03:11:00.000-07:002007-06-10T03:13:13.352-07:00<pre>This week, I prayed, one time.<br />My phone, it rang, I put You on the other line.<br />And now my thoughts they drift around,<br />My knees remain unacquainted with the ground.<br />Unless my faith is put to the test and I am forced to bow<br />Although I'm in this flesh, it doesn't mean You shouldn't have the best<br />from me, from me.<br /><br />[Chorus:]<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Even when my eyes are dry</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">even when my soul is tired</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">even when my hands are heavy, I will lift them up to You</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">It's not about how I feel, oh Lord I am here for You</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">I exist for you</span><br /><br />I close my eyes but all I see<br />Is a background of black, bouncy squiggly lines<br />And this week's mistakes coming back to mind but<br />I will lift my voice and make a joyful sound<br />Forget about me, <span style="font-weight: bold;">I only get me down</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Although I cannot see it doesn't mean that I shouldn't sing to You, to You</span><br /><br />[Chorus]<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">You've given me Your life and have held mine together yet I find</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Excuses to slouch in my pew</span><br />But when glory divine<br />Is sitting in my very presence, the least that I can do<br />Is give my all to You, give my all to You<br /><br />Even when my eyes are dry<br />even when my soul is so tired<br />I won't leave my hands down by my side, I'll lift them up to You<br />It's not about how I feel, oh Lord I am here for You<br />Cause you are here for me<br />This is what I was here to do<br />I exist for you</pre><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8038850039544113167-8196808163264094784?l=thearsenicinthetoothpaste.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>chttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00516406997838727980noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8038850039544113167.post-63221045396406833662007-06-02T02:23:00.000-07:002008-12-10T19:13:29.929-08:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xOKBSqwoby8/RmE47CSbolI/AAAAAAAAACs/19laD__-Hb8/s1600-h/heart.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071397242273505874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xOKBSqwoby8/RmE47CSbolI/AAAAAAAAACs/19laD__-Hb8/s200/heart.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><br /><div>I am writing this on my sister's computer.</div><br /><div>Why? Because my tablet has died on me, leaving me separated from my stash of music, and oh yeah, my entire hoard of notes.</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>[Which means, dear Nick and Chia, it might be a rather long time 'til I make my first post on Feetstickers. 'Til then, I can be the mute mascot :/]</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>Amazingly, I didn't throw myself into the canal after Chinese 'O's, even though it was rather..eh. Discouraging, at times.</div><br /><div>Supposed to have gone out with the REC team on Thursday, but the darling parents threw hissy fits and insisted I go see the ID instead to choose a colour for my room.</div><br /><div>Considered painting the whole room Cactus Green.</div><br /><div>Didn't.</div><br /><div>Anyway, just to remind y'all that I live still.</div><br /><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8038850039544113167-6322104539640683366?l=thearsenicinthetoothpaste.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>chttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00516406997838727980noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8038850039544113167.post-48727325811994392752007-05-17T02:55:00.000-07:002007-05-17T03:01:41.959-07:00Need I say it?<br /><br />HIATUS (if, um, you haven't already realised) from now til' end of O Levels (Mother Tongue!) or well, basically...til' I blog again.<br /><br />But just a quickie: MidYear Results all back today, and well, Thank God, and I am content.<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">although i don't think my tuition teacher/parents will be.</span><br /><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">Yes, that's it. Farewell, all ye fair and well-mannered folk, I depart to find greener pastures.<br /><br />Carren loves all of you, and that is a fact that needs no Technical Terms or Not-Being-Hazy or Bigger Handwriting or Rounding Off To 3 SF to express.<br /><br /></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8038850039544113167-4872732581199439275?l=thearsenicinthetoothpaste.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>chttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00516406997838727980noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8038850039544113167.post-30837747819158922282007-05-11T05:00:00.000-07:002007-05-11T05:37:45.636-07:00<span style="font-style: italic;">Haha,</span> I have regained control of my blog,<br /><br />Actually, this is probably the first time I <span style="font-style: italic;">can </span>blog, after so many days.<br /><br />For starters, I've met Aricia, Rosemund and Jiaying from the class upstairs, 1S2. Very hyper kids, it's nice to get letters [and lollipops and marshmallows and a carrot-thing and a neoprint] from complete strangers. Happy Birthday, Marshmallow!<br /><br />MidYears, were, tense. And all I can say at the end of it is, Thank God, man, Thank God. That I managed to sit for all the papers, that I finished the papers without screaming and running out of the hall [inside joke], that it was in the hall this time, that I managed to finish the papers I usually leave incomplete, that, well, it's all over now.<br /><br />Oh, and we've officially stepped down from track, I believe. Cheering the team at Nationals was awesome, because in the last four years, Turf City doesn't seem to have changed a bit.<br />Nationals at Turf City are something I will always remember, they're like events that signify that we are well and truly in the middle of the year. I mean, even the bloody candy floss pushcart is still in the same place, and the one-dollar drink stalls made of styrofoam boxes are still in the exact same spots.<br /><br />I will miss Track, honestly.<br />I remember joining in Sec One after Felissa sternly made me promise to, and Mr Samat told me that he'd been so stressed trying to get people to join Track that he had to see a psychiatrist, and how concerned he was for the team and...<br />I really was a dumb kid back then.<br /><br />And my first training, when we'd to run two rounds around the field and I'd done so happily, thinking it was the main workout when it was only the warmup, and then later in 800m, when I thought that, this is it, I've found <span style="font-style: italic;">my </span>event only to abandon in a few weeks later, and then trying to persuade Mr Samat that I was not a long dist runner, I had never been a long dist runner, and I would never be a long dist runner...and then taking part in SWIFT a few weeks later.<br /><br />And meeting Yan Ting, who I thought was scarily hyper, and Eunice, who I thought was dao, and Wai Teng, who I thought was, wait for it, a China girl...and who later became my closest sweethearts and tongbaos and -oko's, and yada yada yada.<br /><br />And then in Sec 3 when we were so overloaded with Council Stuff and constantly running to and from Ms Ong clearing attendances and getting Rec schedules and stuff.<br /><br />Man, good times, and I do love, and will always love Crescent Track and Field.<br /><br /><br /><br />Yes and on Wednesday, once we finished Mids for good, we went ice-skating.<br />Or rather, Ruth, Aza and Madhurah went ice skating, Divya Roohiya Sneha and I went ice- clumping and barrier-clinging and screaming and whirling on the ice and falling on all fours and banging into other skaters and sliding across the ice in Reclining Cleopatra position. -Ing.<br />Whoo, that was fun.<br /><br />And the Crescent Dancers came, and Gloria sportingly agreed to be my support and vice-gripped my elbow every time I fell.<br /><br />Man, she has a strong grip.<br /><br />And yesterday and today Div and I have been moaning as we clawed our way throught classes/activities. Learning Journey was eh, okay, or it would've been if the tour guide's voice wasn't definitely designed to be a method of slow torture.<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"><span style="font-style: italic;">And man oh man, I really wasn't in the best state of mind yesterday. If you'd seen me yesterday evening, I'm really sorry you did, and please just try to forget that you did.</span></span><br /> What do you say when even you don't know yourself anymore?<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8038850039544113167-3083774781915892228?l=thearsenicinthetoothpaste.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>chttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00516406997838727980noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8038850039544113167.post-57128047275799706062007-04-20T20:26:00.000-07:002007-04-20T20:30:56.739-07:00Had both Prelim Orals yesterday;<br /><br /><br />Normally I don't really care that much for Oral, esp. Chinese, but my Chinese teacher has met up with me for the past two weeks, during every recess, to take me through various topics,<br /><br /><br /><br />and this is how I repay her:<br /><br /><br />Me: Er, er, er, Wo Jue De (I think), Er, er er, wo men xian dai nian qing ren bi jiao {young people today) , er, er, bi, er, HOW DO I PUT THIS, bi jiao, er...<br /><br /><br />The examiner gave me this pitying look.<br />When my chinese tutor heard about it she laughed in my face for a full hour.<br /><br /><br />English didn't go all that well either.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8038850039544113167-5712804727579970606?l=thearsenicinthetoothpaste.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>chttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00516406997838727980noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8038850039544113167.post-46249564141671260222007-04-19T03:45:00.000-07:002007-04-19T03:50:52.530-07:00Everything's been a blur lately.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8038850039544113167-4624956414167126022?l=thearsenicinthetoothpaste.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>chttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00516406997838727980noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8038850039544113167.post-73538822979411520492007-03-31T06:39:00.000-07:002008-12-10T19:13:30.365-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xOKBSqwoby8/Rg5nurtbqpI/AAAAAAAAACc/N0xwS4FgX20/s1600-h/Image064.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xOKBSqwoby8/Rg5nurtbqpI/AAAAAAAAACc/N0xwS4FgX20/s200/Image064.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5048086284033829522" border="0" /></a><br />Supposed to be catching up on, well, O Levels,<br />but am here.<br />Oh well, just so you'll know I didn't die immediately after Council Invest.<br /><br />Learning Fest today! Wasn't really looking forward to it, hype not so great this year.<br />But it was great, really.<br /><br />Got to school, evaded weird looks from aunties on the train. The back of my Jersey reads "ONION" and "69"<br />[nB: this is because Gu Tong's is 66 and Ruth's is 99. Not really because of any other reason and if you're wondering why i'm being so defensive then you're really innocent and so yeah, don't ask.]<br /><br />Reported to school 1/2 hour early, met Divya/Veronica.<br />Went down to Faraday Lab (which is now a room of techy-goodness) to help the Science department out with their cluster schools presentation.<br /><br />Nearly lost my whole tablet system in the process. Thank God, I didn't.<br />And it was really fun (really!). I mean, getting the food with the Stall 5 uncle, running up and down because, hey, sandwhiches can't cost $90, and our tablets are really old, and a lot of silly stuff that was a lot like council duty. And the Stall 5 uncle was nice and he's got himself two regular customers from now on.<br /><br />So the teachers' presentation was, er, cool if not hilarious. Many eggs died in the name of Physics. You don't know what I mean because you weren't there.<br /><br />Then went down to help demonstrate the use of data loggers with the tablet in analysing ecological factors. I.E stick a thermometer into the pond water. conclude that it is cold.<br />Bloody funny, because, for some reason, the equipment was screwy and we got weird impossible results. and we were panicking and all the fish had for some reason disappeared.<br /><br />then the moment the first guest came the equipment righted itself and the fish came out again.<br /><br />and it was 35 degrees out in the sun. and my jersey was bloody black.<br /><br /><br />after that helped to pack up, nearly lost my tablet case, went down to physics lab office with veronica and the bio teachers.<br /><br />discussed, er, <span style="font-style: italic;">Bio.</span><br />I've never seen my form teacher turn so pink :D<br />watched Yanting's and Eunice's mass dance through the gaps of the lab windows.<br />You guys were great, my dear fellow psykics<br />REELart was cool, my classmates were great, divya was really brave and like, man, she sure has a high pain threshold.<br /><br />And yeah, can't really think of anything else to gush about.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8038850039544113167-7353882297941152049?l=thearsenicinthetoothpaste.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>chttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00516406997838727980noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8038850039544113167.post-75791704428458489042007-03-20T04:39:00.000-07:002008-12-10T19:13:31.504-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xOKBSqwoby8/Rf_LaYGdzRI/AAAAAAAAACA/V6_9Pf9J-WE/s1600-h/Image052.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xOKBSqwoby8/Rf_LaYGdzRI/AAAAAAAAACA/V6_9Pf9J-WE/s200/Image052.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5043973761684851986" border="0" /></a><br />Council Investiture today went great.<br /><br />All the preparations were relatively smooth, and the feeling of getting on a project again was awesome.<br /><br />And all the councillors were so very sweet. Esp. Sowjanya/Zannatul, who hugged me like 7 times each. That's a lot of love.<br /><br />The dance was a bit, well, funny. But funny is good, and I'll remember the nervous tension and happy relief for a long time yet.<br /><br />And yes, in the end, I did cry, but only at the very end in the MPR. Because we looked around, and I was like, ohdamni'mreallygonnamissthesemoments.<br /><br /><br />And I will!<br /><br />Well, it was a good, great, awesome ride. And I loved it, really, and I think I came out better than I went in.<br /><br />Then again, with 11 awesome, fantastic, totally sunshineyistic tongbaos...how could it <span style="font-style: italic;">not</span> have been the most fantastic period of my life yet?<br /><br />Although yeah I love my EXCOs, it wasn't just them that got me through this, it was my darling sweet councillors, my amazing teachers, and awesome friends/classmates that really made it so much easier and so much more meaningful.<br /><br /><br />Last Year's Invest: http://deonion.livejournal.com/12902.html<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8038850039544113167-7579170442845848904?l=thearsenicinthetoothpaste.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>chttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00516406997838727980noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8038850039544113167.post-68297310451298447122007-03-19T08:45:00.000-07:002007-03-19T08:47:19.564-07:00<span style="font-style: italic;">you are my sunshine, my only sunshine,<br />you make me happy, when skies are gray;<br />you'll never know, dears, how much i love you-<br />please don't take my sunshine away.<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;"><br />i am going to cry on stage tomorrow. aw no.<br /></span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8038850039544113167-6829731045129844712?l=thearsenicinthetoothpaste.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>chttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00516406997838727980noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8038850039544113167.post-62107762561560709342007-03-17T07:11:00.000-07:002007-03-17T07:35:23.558-07:00Monday will be my last day as Vice President.<br />Tuesday, I'm stepping down with the <span style="font-style: italic;">0607 Sunshine Kids</span><br /><br /><br /><br />Anyway, the March Holidays were fun.<br />The lessons were fun, training was fun, council invest preps were really fun.<br />Although, yeah, it was really sad at times.<br />But emo-ing with friends, is, kinda fun too.<br /><br />Council Invest dance preparations on Thursday were hilarious. I have Shiny/Cui Ting for a partner, and ohman, we are, as Mdm Low would put it, psychomotor morons. But I insist Shiny's windowwiping thing is funniest. She moves her hands with her shoulders and if you try restraining her hands her head goes out of control and just lolls around on her neck joint.<br /><br />It's very hard to describe but it's a memory i shall cherish even after I graduate.<br /><br />Like Yingmin's crossed-legged-catwalk.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br />The EXCO 0708 is gonna do just <span style="font-style: italic;">fine.</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8038850039544113167-6210776256156070934?l=thearsenicinthetoothpaste.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>chttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00516406997838727980noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8038850039544113167.post-45680758014291693972007-03-14T06:20:00.000-07:002008-12-10T19:13:31.674-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xOKBSqwoby8/Rff6-Jr39tI/AAAAAAAAAB4/bpj3hWbtE2c/s1600-h/Image044.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xOKBSqwoby8/Rff6-Jr39tI/AAAAAAAAAB4/bpj3hWbtE2c/s200/Image044.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041774253523334866" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;">Today I walked home in the rain. iPod in one hand, and a cup of beansprouts in the other. I didn't mean to, I swear I planned to leave the beansprouts in the council room. But well, young beans need light and love to grow, to heck with what the Bio textbook says, so I brought it home again. And the whole way I shielded the beans from the nasty nasty rain. So my iPod, my bag, and well the rest of me got wet, but the beans were safe. And I smiled like an idiot the rest of the afternoon.<br /><br />I didn't actually plan to grow the beans (so primary school!), but Bio demanded it of me, and well, I had beans, and I was bored.<br />And now if they die like everyone says they will, I swear I will cry.<br /><br /><br />And if you know me well, you know I'm actually talking about Council.<br /><br /><br /><br />In Sec One, when everyone was talking about who Mrs Goh would choose for council, and how pretty the shiny shiny ties were,<br />I distinctly remember saying "No, I don't want to be a councillor. Too much responsiblity."<br />And I remember being voted in because my classmates didn't think I'd be very into discipline. [Stop rolling your eyes, Divya]<br /><br />And I went through the motions, interviews, duty, etc etc etc. I didn't really know what I was getting into, only that I was a councillor like Sharyl, and hey, at least I got off Assembly. But then later on I realised that I just couldn't <span style="font-style: italic;">not </span>care about the rules, and duty, and what it all <span style="font-style: italic;">meant. The fact that I had awesome friends like Wai Teng, Yan Ting, Karen, Pearlyn, Yue Xi, Gu Tong, Eunice, Erika, Felissa, etc etc etc, made me so, well, excited and happy every time council rolled around.</span><br />And I learned so much about <span style="font-style: italic;">people</span> in general. And yeah, I really did lose friends because of the constant "EH TUCK IN YOUR SHIRT LAH." And yeah, sometimes I stayed back till 9 just to extend my arm and say "Good evening sir/madam" during special events. And yeah,...<br /><br />But I gained something that made everything so much more worthwhile, though. Friends, experience, and, oh-i-don't-know, identity? Confidence? Something like that anyway.<br />And when I was invested I was the happiest little twerp ever. Even though, yes, they spelt my name wrong again.<br /><br /><br />When Sec 3 rolled around and I had to make my election speech, (how did that happen?) yeah, I really didn't know what the heck EXCO was about and why I had to make a speech, and was anyone even gonna listen.. But I remember giggling madly behind the curtain with Wai Yan Kar and the rest of them, and there was this, like, hope, you know?<br /><br />And then I found out about being the Vice, and then there was this period of identity crisis. Because I didn't think I could ever match up to the status of Nicole/Carol/past Vice Presidents. And there were politics, and people said things, and I mean, talk about doubt.<br />But like, as the preps went on and the rush sessions, "I HAVE NO OIL", all the warm fuzzy moments with my EXCO darlings, the mass-omg-can-we-do-it-can-we-do-it hysteria, the yes, the bitching sessions, I actually felt this love for this whole team growing in me. The potential and common desire to make something good.<br /><br />And Council Invesiture itself, walking in, shaking, literally shaking on stage. And the rush of activity afterward, and the feeling of belonging to something <span style="font-style: italic;">good.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-style: italic;">The rest is history. Speech day ushering, walking about for six hours in court shoes, Ya Gao, Farewell Assembly arsonists, EXCO Chalet, birthdays, staying until 6 in the student lounge, foozball, secret online conferences, orange FBTs, pledge duty, "the school pledge", the patrolling, the freedom, the YOYO and the YOYOYO, the wokolokojokocokokokoyoko, the arollies and crollies, the ICYL, the getting lost, the cheers, the "Good Morning this is Crescent Girls', and our number is um um um um um *hang up*." the Hotel Magnifique, the Psychics, the crying because you just can't take it anymore when in fact you can, the glaring at people that glare back, the frightened juniors that flatten themselvse against the wall when they see us, the Sec One Interviews, the "is this simple, no no, it's not simple."the Uno Queen, the Karen the Spa Therapist with the Soothing Voice, the NO O LEVELS FOREVER, the antisocial iPodiness, the open laundry baskets, the secrets, the spicy pasta, the "is this for us?", the 101 different ways of saying "Please tuck in your shirt, I'm not trying to be annoying, but really, tuck in your shirt." the unglossy council board photo, the LIC, the Miranda, the breakdowns, the letdowns, the giving up, the picking up. The love, the passion.<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-style: italic;">And next tuesday we close off this sub-chapter of our lives for, well, ever.<br /><br /><br /></span></span></span></span></span><br />Council isn't just, you know, a side-CCA thing for me. It's being part of a team, a team that cares for the people we don't really know. It's idealism, it's the effort to make the system work. It's telling a girl to tuck in her shirt, not just 'cause we're told to, but cause we create a whole new culture when we do. It's caring about the moral character of people we don't know. It's, hope, that we're representing the best effort and intentions of our school. It's creating, and mending, and being and putting in every ounce of passion. It's the stretching from what we are to what we can be. It's the blind trust and hope and love and heartbreak and ah you get the point. It's feeling like no one could possibly care as much as you do for something when in fact, at least 11 others do.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Very Long Story Cut Short:</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">I love Council and for the hours that I put into it it gave me much more than I could ever give back. </span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">And I love my councillors,</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">And I love my EXCO 0607.<br />I could go on for ages but I will never make you understand this feeling.<br />Like I'm in the right place and the right time with the right people.<br />And that this is what the grown people call, "self-actualization".<br />Or the start of it anyway.<br /></span><br />Because We Go Together, and we're gonna Walk On Sunshine.<br />Forever and ever and ever.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-style: italic;"><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></span></span></span></span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8038850039544113167-4568075801429169397?l=thearsenicinthetoothpaste.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>chttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00516406997838727980noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8038850039544113167.post-83547423119807953712007-03-09T21:39:00.000-08:002007-03-09T21:45:41.834-08:00i note, with some irritation, that the school insists on calling me Carren Thung Qiao Lin.<br />when my IC demands it be Carren Thung Qiaolin.<br />Note the complete, one worded-ness of Qiaolin, and how the L is not capitalized.<br />And they wonder why I refuse to <span style="font-style: italic;">jiang hua yu</span><br />It's the small things that make us care.<br /><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">councilcouncilcouncilcouncilcouncil</span><br /><br /><br /><br />Compromise dictates that everyone gets a say,<br />so the end result is warped and imperfect.<br /><br /><br />or something like that anyway.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8038850039544113167-8354742311980795371?l=thearsenicinthetoothpaste.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>chttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00516406997838727980noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8038850039544113167.post-39047914349487169802007-03-02T06:58:00.000-08:002007-03-03T01:48:16.752-08:00happy birthday, germaise :D<br />[edited due to utter randomness and the overwhelming urge to say the one thing that has cycled around and around in my head since forever]<br /><br /><span style="font-size:180%;"><br />hey.<br />you're really whiny.<br />all of you.<br /><br /><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /><br />and as Stitch says, also in an entirely different context,<br />stupidheads.</span><br /></span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8038850039544113167-3904791434948716980?l=thearsenicinthetoothpaste.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>chttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00516406997838727980noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8038850039544113167.post-33094073942400918212007-03-01T03:23:00.000-08:002008-12-10T19:13:31.950-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xOKBSqwoby8/Rea3yQPVlcI/AAAAAAAAABs/m2dyT6QWLZU/s1600-h/10raptors.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xOKBSqwoby8/Rea3yQPVlcI/AAAAAAAAABs/m2dyT6QWLZU/s200/10raptors.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5036915307241117122" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Can anyone figure this out, then explain it to me, tenderly, pityingly, patiently?<br /><br />I tell you, there are some craaaazy teachers out there in the world.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8038850039544113167-3309407394240091821?l=thearsenicinthetoothpaste.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>chttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00516406997838727980noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8038850039544113167.post-42801372746925884682007-02-27T05:34:00.000-08:002007-02-27T05:40:40.184-08:00So Commons are <span style="font-weight: bold;">over,<br /><br /></span>thing is, that's not really a good thing.<br /><br />I mean, a lot less urgency to study,<br />and I come home late again,<br />and, well,<br />there's no exam-time stillness in the air anymore.<br /><br />it's the <span style="font-weight: bold;">crucial</span> time for council again,<br />not that i mind, really,<br /><br />i love council, after all,<br />and i love my councillors,<br /><br />And the lake was real pretty when the train i was on passed by it today.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;"></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8038850039544113167-4280137274692588468?l=thearsenicinthetoothpaste.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>chttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00516406997838727980noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8038850039544113167.post-56281121969974242672007-02-20T01:12:00.001-08:002007-02-20T01:14:31.981-08:00Life on the margins<br />Little looks we have to steal<br />I want to run like vagrants hand in hand across this field<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">But I know the way you are I could fall into the star</span><br /><br />But it's not easy for everybody to fall in love<br /><br />The city walls are reigning perilous and tall over dark chilling streets<br />It's not weakness when you fall<br />Oh it's just too much too fast<br />Crash that column into the wall<br /><br />Don't let them tell you that there's a right way to fall in love<br /><br />And she says<br /><br />I want to live my life<br />Don't want to waste my time<br />I want a man who makes me feel like a woman<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">I used to be your biggest fan</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">I used to be your biggest fan</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Now I find that you are slipping in my estimation</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">I used to be your biggest fan</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">I used to be your biggest fan</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">And now I know that you could never love someone like me</span><br /><br />I used to run with my whiskers to the sun<br />I used to shove my weakness like a [indecipherable]<br />But I say<br />Close in on me, my foundations came undone<br />I said, why oh why is there so much hate in this world<br /><br />Belt out a song, some vicious call-to-arms gone wrong<br />But we've tended now we're going fifty thousand strong<br />This one's a dream so shut your mouth and sing along<br />Oh the science of music is all stupid and cruel<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">And I know I want to live my life</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Don't want to waste my time</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Trying to strike the right lyrical density</span><br /><br />I used to be your biggest fan<br />I used to be your biggest fan<br />Now I find that you are slipping in my estimation<br /><br />I used to be your biggest fan<br />I used to be your biggest fan<br />But now I know that you could never love someone like me<br /><br />And I know I want to live my life<br />Don't want to waste my time<br />I want to be the toast of the shanty-town<br /><br />You stick around a while<br />And you cut your teeth<br />You can't go home<br /><br />I used to be<br />I used to be<br />I used to be<br />I used to be<br />I used to be<br />I used to be<br />I used to be<br />I used to be<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">I used to be your biggest fan</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">And then I saw you in a doorway</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">For a moment you looked tender and I knew</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">That I could never ever ever ever ever touch you</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Because you might touch back</span><br /><br />Oh yes, you might, oh you might touch back<br /><br />Well I made a mistake, well I made two<br />One for me and one for you<br />And then I knew<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">That I would measure everybody against you</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Yes I would measure everybody against you</span><br /><br />Well I used to be<br />I used to be<br />I used to be<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">I used to be</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Your biggest fan</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8038850039544113167-5628112196997424267?l=thearsenicinthetoothpaste.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>chttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00516406997838727980noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8038850039544113167.post-14793439048029425172007-02-19T01:09:00.001-08:002007-02-19T04:41:17.583-08:00-the amusing MSN conversation that was posted here was removed, due to, eh,<span style="font-style: italic;"> circumstances</span>-<br /><br /><br />but anyway, haHA!<br /><br />EDIT: The Epic Movie is so not PG-rating-worthy. What the fish was the censorship board thinking? If the BLGPS kids watch it, and are scarred for life, I...<br /><br />Well, I wouldn't really be able to do anything, but I'd be upset. Fo'sho.<br /><br /><br />EDITEDIT: Why is my dad singing "Doncha"?<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8038850039544113167-1479343904802942517?l=thearsenicinthetoothpaste.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>chttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00516406997838727980noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8038850039544113167.post-66331720012388372162007-02-18T22:39:00.000-08:002007-02-18T22:44:19.144-08:00Well, it's been a pleasant CNY so far,<br /><br />"Ohhh, O Level Year, ah, must buck up ah!"<br />"Aiyoh, so Sharyl got 7 points, you must aim for 6 ah!"<br />"What JC you want to go to? Your that cousin went to RJC eh!"<br />"Eh, O Levels this year right! Haha, study hard aahhhh!"<br /><br /><br />Very pleasant indeed,<br /><br />Oh well, at least there're the red packets and the cheap coin shaped chocolates to make everything better.<br /><br />And Nick's music, and my iPod.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />the post down there doesn't quite mean what you think it means, darlings, but about that,<br /><br />it's going to be over soon;<br /><br />i hope so, anyway.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8038850039544113167-6633172001238837216?l=thearsenicinthetoothpaste.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>chttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00516406997838727980noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8038850039544113167.post-61750718102079276112007-02-17T07:42:00.000-08:002007-02-17T08:07:09.078-08:00you idiot.<br /><br /><br />i can't let you face this<span style="font-style: italic;">, can i.<br /><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-style: italic;"></span></span></span></span>even though i've been clawing my way out of this thing we have,<br />we are still one.<br />what you do still affects me.<br />affects them; and i love them.<br />and you are nowhere sorry enough about it.<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">i need to tell you<span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-style: italic;"></span></span></span><br />properly, before you hurt them again.<br />and this time,<br />i need to make you listen.<br /><br /><br /></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8038850039544113167-6175071810207927611?l=thearsenicinthetoothpaste.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>chttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00516406997838727980noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8038850039544113167.post-21880849902756150362007-02-16T06:57:00.000-08:002008-12-10T19:13:32.599-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xOKBSqwoby8/RdXMypw74ZI/AAAAAAAAABA/tYZ_bhXM-1o/s1600-h/4C1+054.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xOKBSqwoby8/RdXMypw74ZI/AAAAAAAAABA/tYZ_bhXM-1o/s200/4C1+054.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5032153329233027474" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xOKBSqwoby8/RdXLypw74YI/AAAAAAAAAA4/IQnzUoB598Y/s1600-h/4C1+066.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xOKBSqwoby8/RdXLypw74YI/AAAAAAAAAA4/IQnzUoB598Y/s200/4C1+066.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5032152229721399682" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xOKBSqwoby8/RdXHHZw74XI/AAAAAAAAAAw/tI2vE4Pifmw/s1600-h/4C1+044.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xOKBSqwoby8/RdXHHZw74XI/AAAAAAAAAAw/tI2vE4Pifmw/s200/4C1+044.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5032147088645546354" border="0" /></a><br />Class had CNY mini-party today after celebration. (in which the C1 scholars were AWESOME.)<br /><br />Really messy, really fun,<br /><br /><br />And Madhura and Veronica and I went shopping for Aza's birthday gift afterward.<br /><br /><br /><br />Jieling, there is something about Veronica's next birthday gift I must discuss with you :D<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8038850039544113167-2188084990275615036?l=thearsenicinthetoothpaste.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>chttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00516406997838727980noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8038850039544113167.post-67611760463984111132007-02-14T02:24:00.000-08:002008-12-10T19:13:32.725-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xOKBSqwoby8/RdLjfpw74VI/AAAAAAAAAAc/MdX9QAmQU-A/s1600-h/paul+the+whimsical+drunk+donky.bmp"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xOKBSqwoby8/RdLjfpw74VI/AAAAAAAAAAc/MdX9QAmQU-A/s200/paul+the+whimsical+drunk+donky.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5031333866652819794" border="0" /></a><br /><br />This is Paul the Whimsical Drunk Donky. Yes, that is Donky without an E.<br /><br />And Paul wishes you a Happy Valentine's. Thank you people that gave me chocolate, Divya who gave me 2/23 of her brownie-cake. It really wasn't too chocolatey. It's an acquired taste.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Honesty is so relative, y'know? Yes you know, even if you don't know you know. I know you know.<br /><br />Cross-Country was great, I actually like Bedok better. Seemed shorter somehow. Less monkeys, at any rate,<br /><br />[Curie Cheer Champions, yay yay yay!]<br /><br />School has been augh lately.<br />Not as breakneck-fast as the first few weeks, but now that we've got time to reflect, things seem a lot more, I don't know, sad, I guess.<br /><br />Secondary school politics are very annoying.<br /><br />It's like trying to walk through a spiderweb without breaking any of the strands.<br /><br />She's a lot more trouble than she's worth,<br />and she's costing me more and more.<br /><br />I don't think real exists anymore.<br /><br />These trifles are so, childish, but they make a person feel, really tired. And old, and just sick of everything.<br /><br />And still feel too damn young to do anything about it.<br /><br />And it's a sad, pathetic way to live.<br /><br />I don't want to hurt her, but she's cut off all my other options.<br /><br /><br />And this is odd, but I've felt this before.<br />And this feeling, it never ends.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;"><br /><br />Understand, it's a curse;<br />you've got trouble in your blood.<br />write a song, second verse,<br />underneath it there's love<br />Recognise the things you do<br />You make a mess with baby, you know who,<br />It sounds impossible, but man it's true,<br />you are the bad,<br />the bad seed of this town.<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-style: italic;"></span></span></span><br /><br /></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8038850039544113167-6761176046398411113?l=thearsenicinthetoothpaste.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>chttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00516406997838727980noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8038850039544113167.post-40262687307286133592007-02-07T04:42:00.000-08:002007-02-07T04:47:41.491-08:00Thought I'd drop by, [despite the whole thing about bio and amath tests being tomorrow and all]<br /><br /><br />Quintessence was a blast.<br /><br />Was actually supposed to be a spectator but ended up doing council duty. Which is good, because the people I was supposed to go with came rather late.<br /><br />The band was awesome,<br /><br />I didn't actually stay for the last part,<br /><br />but i thought they were awesome anyway, and like, you know, the thrill/high you get when you see your classmates puffing their little cheeks out on stage.<br /><br />and i thought the whole thing was just really cool.<br /><br /><br />and ms azilah let us throw plastic insects into the crowd during one of their songs.<br /><br /><br />although nobody screamed (sigh)<br /><br /><br />but i think we all had fun, and Joanne and I were so hyped up that we only remembered we'd missed dinner totally on the train home :/<br /><br /><br /><br />that's just how cool it was<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8038850039544113167-4026268730728613359?l=thearsenicinthetoothpaste.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>chttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00516406997838727980noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8038850039544113167.post-60002982934462001082007-01-30T04:12:00.000-08:002007-01-30T04:17:58.885-08:00well, as yanting karen and juani have very nicely pointed out, this blog is dying.<br /><br /><br /><br />not much to say, really. just the usual rush rush rush.<br /><br />we have a new coach for track, who is a nazi in trackpants.<br /><br />legs still hurt from training last week.<br /><br /><br /><br />we're moving! in about three months time.<br /><br />to somewhere else further into Jurong, "near NTU", sigh, no more in walking distance of an MRT station. It's convenient for my parents, cause it's next to an expressway and all, but there's this thing about me not being able to drive. <br /><br />It's very weird, because my whole family and the agent guy keeps going "IT'S NEAR NTU".<br /><br />Which still leaves me clueless as to where the bloody place is.<br /><br />I'll actually have to take a bus. To like, Boon Lay.<br /><br />Oh well, at least I'll get my own room. <br /><br />Not to say that I mind sharing with Sharyl, but hey, at least I get to throw my stuff around without worrying about whether I'm setting up a death trap for my beloved bloodmate.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8038850039544113167-6000298293446200108?l=thearsenicinthetoothpaste.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>chttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00516406997838727980noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8038850039544113167.post-35719039309714804922007-01-22T05:58:00.000-08:002007-01-22T06:05:39.464-08:00blogging under orders.<br /><br /><br /><br />well.<br /><br /><br />it's been a tough first few weeks, if i hear "O LEVELS COMING" one more time i will hang myself off the miniforum railing by my tie.<br /><br />fell sick on wednesday. well, the sickness didn't exactly start then, but that was the day i went to the doctor,so officially, i fell sick on wednesday.<br /><br />and i was off school the next few days. during which time the teachers kinda sped up for some topics and gave out an unbelieveably large amnt of work.<br /><br />didn't really rest as well as my mom would've hoped i would during the weekend, but oh well.<br /><br /><br /><br />have been absolutely miserable the past few days, bet it's just overdue teenage angsting.<br /><br />roohiya gets worried over me easily, so does yanting,but both of them get emo and depressed too, so, i'm understood<br /><br />most people think i'm still v. sick. :D<br /><br />i need to get more sleep, but i also need to get more work/revision done, and to stop seizing up with terror and insecurity because that just wastes more time.<br /><br /><br /><br />also, my love for honey toast has been rekindled.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8038850039544113167-3571903930971480492?l=thearsenicinthetoothpaste.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>chttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00516406997838727980noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8038850039544113167.post-37836696676461846972007-01-17T19:45:00.001-08:002007-01-17T23:03:10.112-08:00<embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://stat.radioblogclub.com/radio.blog/skins/mini/player.swf" allowScriptAccess="always" width="180px" height="23px" bgcolor="#ECECEC" id="radioblog_player_1" FlashVars="id=1&filepath=http%3A%2F%2Fthomas.demailly.free.fr%2Fradio.blog%2Fsounds%2FThe%20Libertines%20-%20Can't%20Stand%20Me%20Now.rbs&colors=body:#ECECEC;border:#BBBBBB;button:#999999;player_text:#999999;playlist_text:#666666;new_tracks:#000000;"></embed><br /><br /><br />An ending fitting for the start<br />You twist and tore our love apart<br />Your light fingers threw the dark<br />that shattered the lamp and into darkness cast us<br /><br />No you've got it the wrong way round<br />You shut me up, and blamed it on the brown<br /><br />Cornered the boy, kicked out at the world...<br />The world kicked back a lot fucking harder now...<br /><br />If you wanna try<br />If you wanna try<br />There's no worse you could do<br />Uh oh oh<br />I know you lie<br />I know you lie<br />I'm still in love with you<br />Uh oh oh<br /><br />Can't take me anywhere (I'll take you anywhere)<br />Can't take me anywhere, (i can't take you anywhere)<br />I'll take you anywhere you wanna go<br /><br />You can't stand me now<br />You can't stand me now<br />You can't stand me now<br />You can't stand me now<br />You can't stand me now<br />You can't stand me now<br />You can't stand me now<br />You can't stand me now<br /><br />Have we enough to keep it together?<br />Or do we just keep on pretending<br />(And hope our luck is never ending)...<br />You tried to pull the wool,<br />I wasn't feeling too clever<br />And you take all that they're lending<br />Until you needed mending...<br /><br />If you wanna try<br />If you wanna try<br />There's no worse you could do<br />Uh oh oh<br />I know you lie<br />All ya do is make me cry<br />All these words they ain't true<br />Uh oh oh<br /><br />Can't take me anywhere (I'll take you anywhere)<br />Can't take me anywhere, (i can't take you anywhere)<br />I'll take you anywhere you wanna go<br /><br />You can't stand me now<br />You can't stand me now<br />You can't stand me now<br />You can't stand me now<br />You can't stand me now<br />You can't stand me now<br />You can't stand me now<br />You can't stand me now...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8038850039544113167-3783669667646184697?l=thearsenicinthetoothpaste.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>chttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00516406997838727980noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8038850039544113167.post-36973985375737955682006-12-31T07:41:00.001-08:002006-12-31T07:41:48.032-08:00Happy New Year, EXCO 0607<br /><br /><br />Time to make those last three months count-<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8038850039544113167-3697398537573795568?l=thearsenicinthetoothpaste.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>chttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00516406997838727980noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8038850039544113167.post-75161350407936593492006-12-31T04:25:00.000-08:002006-12-31T04:36:23.807-08:00I shall go the way of Nick and <span style="font-style:italic;">ruminate</span> about <span style="font-style:italic;">2006</span> before it slips away forever.<br /><br /><br /><br />Well, this was one of the two precious years in Crescent with no major exams, that part I enjoyed immensely.<br /><br />And definitely the best year of all three so far.<br /><br />There was the hopping between the School team and Rec team and back to School team, and it seems, back to Rec team again,<br /><br />EXCO elections, stepping up, can't forget that,<br /><br />Missing Mass Run permanently,<br /><br />Getting to know Wai, Yan and KarZainal much better,<br /><br />Studying subjects that I mostly like,<br /><br />and being in a much more, shall we say, studious atmosphere.<br /><br /><br />But it was a whole lot more tiring than the last few years, but it's a good sort of tiring, the sort that makes your muscles ache satisfyingly and lets you know you're alive.<br /><br />I guess I did change quite a bit this last year. Not just the trading specs for contacts, either.<br /><br />Stepping up and, in Yoyo's (no, not yanting) words, "stepping out of the role of common councillor into that of a vice-pres."<br /><br />and it's a sobering thought to think, that I'll be stepping down from that role, in, what, three months?<br /><br />Ah, holidays are ending in two days time. <br /><br />Managed to finish, eh, most of my homework, with the unhappy exception of amath, but I might be able to change that by wednesday.<br /><br />Going to rush through Anita Desai by, tonight, write the bloody review and return the book to Vera tomorrow.<br /><br />Dean Koontzed the whole of today away, fell asleep, kindof, during the sermon today, should really watch my sleep intake.<br /><br />But I'm more or less satisfed with this year's end year holiday.<br /><br />Settling Orientation, mine and Wai's birthdays, and getting back into contact with long lost friends like Chia Lynn and Nick,<br /><br />I wonder if next year's gonna be that different for me, too.<br /><br /><br /><br />banzaii~<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8038850039544113167-7516135040793659349?l=thearsenicinthetoothpaste.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>chttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00516406997838727980noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8038850039544113167.post-90350999380243813692006-12-27T19:49:00.000-08:002006-12-27T19:54:41.468-08:00Council meeting in the morning, during which Yan Ting gave me a pailful of cacti (thank youu!), which I then lugged to Jurong Point to meet Chia Lynn.<br /><br />Didn't bring design, so we chugged back to my place, which is just as well cause i had to put down the cacti anyway, played around with my mom's imac, printed design, went back to JP, got shirts printed.<br /><br />met nick at orchard, pizza hutted, just like old times, met nick's friend, went to far east, failed to find earsticks, found this really cool joy division shirt which thanks to chia i only had to pay half the price, went to Paragon so Chia could find Nick's jacket, which they didn't have, oh well, went to Heeren for no reason at all, really. Oh yeah, the Libertines shirt. They didn't have that either.<br /><br />Hung around Coronation Plaza for a bit, shared a forty cent apple, then went to the Bullfrog, met Anita, who is no longer the same person who made a tent out of her dining table and swapped shirts with me in P1, I left early, got home, and pretty much crashed.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8038850039544113167-9035099938024381369?l=thearsenicinthetoothpaste.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>chttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00516406997838727980noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8038850039544113167.post-76041774831142050682006-12-25T08:46:00.000-08:002006-12-25T08:54:56.044-08:00<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" >JOANNA LIM</span><br /></div><br /><br /><br />who doth got me a candy cane, chocolate, a cap, and cacti!<br /><br />one of them is supposed to be exactly like angelica (no, nothing could be exactly like angelica), but yellow where she was red.<br /><br />blondes have more fun, i suppose.<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">anyway, thank you joanna, not just for the stuff, but for the late night chats, the counseling, the paranoia, the concern and sentimentalism, the skype chats we no longer have, the panicking, the craziness, you know.</span><br /><br /><embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://stat.radioblogclub.com/radio.blog/skins/mini/player.swf" allowScriptAccess="always" width="180px" height="23px" bgcolor="#ECECEC" id="radioblog_player_0" FlashVars="id=0&filepath=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.worldofnemesis.com%2Fnemesis-radio%2Fsounds%2FBrendan%20Benson%20-%20Cold%20Hands%20Warm%20Heart.rbs&colors=body:#ECECEC;border:#BBBBBB;button:#999999;player_text:#999999;playlist_text:#999999;"></embed><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8038850039544113167-7604177483114205068?l=thearsenicinthetoothpaste.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>chttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00516406997838727980noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8038850039544113167.post-73179647108203380522006-12-25T03:13:00.000-08:002006-12-25T03:14:11.199-08:00<i><i><i>"Christmas isn't Christmas,<br /> til it happens in your heart.<br />Somewhere deep inside you<br />is where Christmas really starts.<br />So give your heart to Jesus,<br /> you'll discover when you do;<br />That it's Christmas,<br /> really Christmas for you."<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></i></i></i><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8038850039544113167-7317964710820338052?l=thearsenicinthetoothpaste.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>chttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00516406997838727980noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8038850039544113167.post-69462655086528115862006-12-24T22:19:00.000-08:002006-12-24T22:20:55.264-08:00i got my dad a new bible and he got me "super super low rise boot cut" Levi's.<br /><br /><br /><br />now aren't we a modern family.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8038850039544113167-6946265508652811586?l=thearsenicinthetoothpaste.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>chttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00516406997838727980noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8038850039544113167.post-37664364291687781742006-12-24T20:59:00.001-08:002006-12-24T20:59:55.420-08:00carren would like to wish everyone a merry christmas.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8038850039544113167-3766436429168778174?l=thearsenicinthetoothpaste.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>chttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00516406997838727980noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8038850039544113167.post-73279357479507828912006-12-19T02:07:00.000-08:002006-12-23T06:18:17.615-08:00the EXCOs and Vera just left my house :D<br /><br /><br />Yesterday, on Dec 18, Yan and Vera came over at night. We watched Final Destination, a bit of Click, and when it was midnight, they smashed a plateful of whipped cream into my face.<br /><br /><br />Thus it was that my first official act as a fifteen year old was to take a cold shower. [water heater busted]<br /><br /><br />And, of course, after having watched Final Destination, so, a cold shower with the words "A man with hooks is going to kill you" ringing and ringing in my mind.<br /><br /><br />Slept on the cold marble floor with Yan Ting[Vera got the sofa, lucky duck]...halfway through, nearly got strangled by Yan Ting's stuffed snake.<br /><br /><br />Woke up at seven with a stiff back, sat around, did PHYSICS, gave up on PHYSICS, watched Robots, finished Final Destination 2, Wai Teng arrived, ordered Pizza, met Joanne and her sis Jolin at Lakeside, came back, ate Pizza, watched OK GO music videos, ate coffee cake, took photos, got gifts, drank a lot of coke, pepsi and water.<br /><br /><br /><br />Thanks to all those that wished me happy birthday: eunice, gu tong, germaise, hani, kai lin, josephine, yen fang (ahh, thanks for the email!), joanna, juanita, nick, chialynn, etc, etc, etc.<br /><br /><br /><br />and thanks, guys, for the presents:<br /><br /><br />Yan Ting's iDevil iPod cover,<br />Wai Teng's Football Table (hahahaha zainal i am so gonna beat you when school reopens)<br />The EXCO's AND VERA'S Crumpler laptop case (which i fear clashes with my bag, but which i will still wear with extreme pride and love even though it might get me mugged. THANK YOU JOANNE WHO BRAVED PARAGON FOR ME)<br />Sharyl's jigsaw puzzle necklace<br />Mom's, er, cash :D<br /><br /><br /><br />I feel loved, much-<br /><br />and I love, much, too.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8038850039544113167-7327935747950782891?l=thearsenicinthetoothpaste.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>chttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00516406997838727980noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8038850039544113167.post-80834377998154067172006-12-18T00:35:00.000-08:002006-12-18T00:43:52.517-08:00eh, check it out: white christmas<br /><br /><br />ah, school will be starting in, what, two weeks.<br /><br />Before then:<br /><br /><ul><li>19/12: Birthday</li><li>20/12: Last Training of 2006</li><li>22/12: Registration Day, eeks</li><li>Undecided: Meeting with Ms Ong</li><li>25/12: Christmas</li><li>26/12: Chiarenfestbonanzagalaextravaganzaboom '06</li></ul><br />and then there's the holiday homework i've yet to finish, and then there's, er, other meetings.<br /><br /><br />but this holiday wasn't too bad; busy, yeah, but i think that's a good sign.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />and nick and chia lynn are now my patron saints of music.<br /><br />training today, after which i:<br />laminated all the class signs with wai for the first day of school, had whining session with ex-pres lynette, annoyed office staff/literature teachers, ran through rain for the 4th time these past few days, ate a whole lot of coco crunch.<br /><br />i may not have a life, but ohwell, at least i have this.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8038850039544113167-8083437799815406717?l=thearsenicinthetoothpaste.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>chttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00516406997838727980noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8038850039544113167.post-22344889121671378192006-12-15T22:46:00.000-08:002006-12-15T22:48:08.931-08:00holiday homework is driving me nuts.<br /><br />have been thumbing through Today for current affairs, going "The fish. The fish. What the fish."<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8038850039544113167-2234488912167137819?l=thearsenicinthetoothpaste.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>chttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00516406997838727980noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8038850039544113167.post-34733874315883806492006-12-15T20:24:00.000-08:002006-12-15T20:40:15.569-08:00I was blog surfing and wondering, eh, how come this person hasn't updated in so long, look, she's been gone for two days.<br /><br />Then I came back to my own blog.<br /><br /><br /><br />So I went out with Yanting yesterday to try to get christmas presents for our people. (I really really like saying that. Our People.) Vera cancelled on us last minute, being the naughty ah ma that she is.<br /><br />Went to Clarke Quay first, met Yan Ting, watched her hop around because her sandals were hurting her. When we got to a 7-11, watched her demand that the man sell her loose plasters, which he did, then went to get my hair cut at Liang Court.<br /><br />For the record, I hate it when my hairdresser isn't an English speaker. I look like a little boy now. But longer.<br /><br />Trawled Liang Court/Bugis Junction/IMM, all the weird places, but only managed to get 2 people's presents. Sheesh.<br /><br />Got attacked by rabid donation people, ran, got wet.<br /><br />Yanty and I nearly got run over at the road outside IMM, ohh, so that's what overhead bridges are for.<br />Didn't find any boxes, either.<br /><br /><br /><br />It's getting closer to the nineteenth, which is good, because i've been waiting like, fifteen years to be able to say i'm fifteen! like, not in my late teens, and not in my early teens either! the Blossoming age.<br /><br />okay, i made that up.<br /><br />BUT, it also means we've only got what, 2 weeks left of holidays. And while I can't say the whole holiday was wasted, look at WEP and ICYL, council meetings, and what we've planned for next year...<br /><br />I'm still really insecure abt next year.<br /><br />Holiday homework is still pretty much in pieces, other than the stuff i haven't done, what needs to be on the tablet (math) has yet to be transferred from the random pieces of paper i did it on, what needs to be on foolscap (english) is still sitting prettily on my harddrive.<br /><br /><br />And chinese has yet to be brought into existence.<br /><br />Aaaandd there's that list of words I need to learn.<br /><br />Etc, etc, etc.<br /><br />It's just overwhelming, I guess, it being the O Level year next year. I've always had a chronic fear of really doing my best and then finding out it's just not good enough. Then there wouldn't be anything else to say other than the fact that i'm just not good enough.<br /><br /><br />And there are so many things I need to settle for the last time before I leave Crescent- What if we put in our all, and we sacrifice so many precious hours for Congress and it just doesn't work out?<br />But we believe in it, I guess, so we're willing to take that risk.<br /><br /><br />I wonder if turning fifteen gives you any instant added maturity and competence. And even if it doesn't, hey, at least I got my foozball table. (THANK YOU WAII)<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8038850039544113167-3473387431588380649?l=thearsenicinthetoothpaste.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>chttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00516406997838727980noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8038850039544113167.post-54221119719393480352006-12-09T00:59:00.000-08:002006-12-09T01:03:50.824-08:00I'M HOME!<br /><br /><br />ahahahahasingaporesingaporesingaporesingapore<br /><br />signs that i can actually read, a lot less vending machines, a temp that's actually above ten degrees, and trees that are <span style="font-weight: bold;">green</span>.<br /><br />It's winter in Japan.<br /><br />Got to do all the tourist stuff there; Mt Fuji, onsen, udon, DisneySEA, Universal Studios, Crystal Gallery, temples, parks, etc etc.<br /><br />Bought some cool stuff, including a LOT of mochi that has to be eaten within the next 5 days, a finger pointer thingamajig, and presents!<br /><br />But as cool (literally) as Japan was, I'm glad to be home. Back to council, training, homework, etc etc etc.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />oh and angelica died.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8038850039544113167-5422111971939348035?l=thearsenicinthetoothpaste.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>chttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00516406997838727980noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8038850039544113167.post-60376553387768402852006-12-01T22:48:00.001-08:002006-12-01T22:48:58.063-08:006 hours before I'm launched off Singapore ground.<br /><br /><br /><br />I wonder if i close my eyes, click my heels together and say "My Chem Homework does not exist.." three times...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8038850039544113167-6037655338776840285?l=thearsenicinthetoothpaste.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>chttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00516406997838727980noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8038850039544113167.post-91045003804266161812006-12-01T03:48:00.000-08:002006-12-01T03:52:43.002-08:00MLG tells me that I am now officially in 4C1'07.<br /><br />Eep.<br /><br /><br />On the bright side, Japan tomorrow! Will be back next Saturday.<br /><br />Tour agenda seems quite slow- hot springs, disneySEA, etc... and, of course, I have to bring my damnable homework there. Ah well.<br />Does anyone else have the same cold-feet feeling abt next year as I do?<br />I need a hug. Where's my security blanket?<br /><br />[Ruth, cookies work too. Just saying]<br /><br /><br />THE NINETEETH IS COMING. PH3AR THE NINETEETH.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8038850039544113167-9104500380426616181?l=thearsenicinthetoothpaste.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>chttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00516406997838727980noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8038850039544113167.post-37441950869137727052006-11-27T01:47:00.001-08:002006-11-27T01:47:43.195-08:00<div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'><p><object height='350' width='425'><param value='http://youtube.com/v/0tlU-1u1JC8' name='movie'></param><embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/0tlU-1u1JC8'></embed></object></p><p>Awesome, awesome. How did I miss this in The Devil Wears Prada?</p></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8038850039544113167-3744195086913772705?l=thearsenicinthetoothpaste.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>chttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00516406997838727980noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8038850039544113167.post-79427365219234100262006-11-24T00:01:00.000-08:002006-11-24T00:49:13.141-08:00Yup, that's what I've been doing the last week: being empowered. Now that it;s just ended, I intent to write it all down before it blurs, which is what WEP has gone and done. Blurred.<br /><br /><br />DAY ONE:<br /><br />Went to Crescent, met Yan and Wai, went to RGS. Split into groups, I was assigned to 3C, GRACIOUSNESS, of the Mother Teresa cluster.<br />Had a hilarious time bonding with my groupmates and losing at Blow Wind Blow. Met my facilitators, Wan Joo and Su Mien, who were awesome people.<br /><br />After the opening ceremony, which was...opening ceremonyish, we went got our PEAKS profile. Guess what? I'm actually a low-energy person! O.O I'm apparently high in Affirmation, which is good, I guess. After that was orientation games. Whoo! Can't really remember what they were, but they were great, because I remember having a lot of fun with my groupmates :D<br /><br />Day ended after we'd unscrambled a giant puzzle that said "ICYL". I have a piece with me now, in fact. It's white with a green corner<br /><br />DAY TWO: Arrived a little early, waited for Yan and Wai and foyer (Yes, RGS has a foyer too!) before going into the hall. (Yes, RGS has a hall too!) After that was, I think, the Keynote Adresses. I can't quite remember what was said, exactly, but I know that hearing them talk about how young people can and should dare to stand up, and make a difference, and how important young leaders are, I know it made me at least feel more than a little bad, about how I haven't exactly been giving my best to the community. In fact, I don't actually remember giving my best to anything at all. Hm.<br /><br />But without wishing to sound like I'm blaming everything on outside factors, I suppose part of the reason might be that I've always been in an environment whereby the key point was to score as high as possible in MY exams to open doors to MY future-<br /><br />I know there was something about embodying execellence, such that others would be inspired to excel as well. I think that would be something more people need to do, and something that I want to do as well- before I get too old to learn to do that. :/<br /><br />At any rate, I know I want to do, at least, my last little bit for Crescent before next year ends. Even if it's only handling over a slightly more stable system to the next year of Councillors. Even if it means talking a lot more when everyone's still panicked about tests almost every week :/ At least I don't have to do that alone<br /><br />Annyway, had workshop in the afternoon. can YOUth make a difference in this world? or something like that, by Ms Bernise Ang.<br /><br />Insightful, I think, esp. when we did group sharing, and we got to hear an insider's perspective on the poverty and prostituition in Indonesia, enviro problems with the Ozone in Australia, etc.<br />I think a lot of us in Crescent are like, as Jocelyne in my group put it, frogs in a well. (okay, fine, it was a chinese idiom that i have conveniently forgotten. if anyone knows what the hanyupinyin is, drop a note in the tagboard) thinking we know how big the sky is when we only have a cropped view of it.<br /><br />Basically, a lot of thinking that I admit freely I've never bothered to do before. Dr Shirley Lim, having given us a copy of her book, Leading People, told us to write down a dream we've always had, no matter how unlikely. And then I realised that since secondary school, in the scramble to survive each day as it came, I somehow forgot to look forward to the future (other than what JC, what Uni course, what job), and think about what kind of change I wanted my life to be to the world. Sad, isn't it.<br /><br />DAY THREE:<br /><br />Went out to the NLB to do Informal Journalism, which is when you stop random people on the street and ask them questions about a topic. In this case, gender quotas in workplaces and female empowerment.<br /><br />(honestly, if someone stopped me on the street and asked me about that i would've sprayed them with evian or something and run away)<br /><br />and after a few weird answers, many many many rejections, me and Yi Bing (Nanyang Girls') got this guy, this angel of a guy, who looked like dick lee only less sallow, who not only stopped for us, but also gave us an answer that was clever and well thought out. funny thing was, we didn't actually plan to ask him, because we were feeling very discouraged, and only mumbled a good afternoon when he passed. good thing he heard :)<br /><br />then went to SCWO- an organisation that apparently the Crescent Girls' Alumane Association is part of. Spent some time pointing excitedly to the name on a list and telling everyone around me. Power!<br /><br /><br />DAY FOUR:<br /><br />Debate day!<br /><br />Had scenario planning in the morning, in which all eleven of us freaked out in our homeroom and kept structuring and restructuring our arguments. By the time we'd been called to the hall, i was literally shaking.<br /><br />after the first 2 clusters' debates, in which this australian girl spoke really funnily and well, it was our turn.<br /><br />At first we got pummeled pretty badly, and I was a bit petrified to raise and rebuttals, but amazingly we got through to the semi finals. I was the fourth speaker, and the conclusioner.<br />It seems that I'm getting myself into quite a lot of situations whereby I have to say many things I myself dont understand. I could literally feel myself losing grip of the focus. Oh well.<br /><br />Didn't win, but at least we got into the semi finals!<br /><br /><br />Ah, and here comes the more traumatic part:<br /><br />After dinner, and after rehearsal for the ICYL concert, and after Bahiah (TKGS) had painstakingly arranged my hair such that I made a pretty convincing lion, we went to the hall to wait for the concert to start.<br />Then I got food poisoned. Or something like that which induces terrific pain from the neck down, resulting in the world growing very bright and mangled coordination between the limbs and the brain.<br />Thank gosh Bahiah was there with me, because I was stumbling around, and I had that stupid James Bond poison scene from Casino Royale playing in my head, and I was thinking, and I kid you not : "I'm going to die, I need sugar and water! Was that sugar Daniel Craig took, or salt, Woahhh, dizzy.. Defibrillator! Does Bahiah have a defibrillator, where is eva green!"<br /><br />And had I really died, my last thought would have been "where is eva green!" which is not only silly, but also pathetic.<br /><br /><br />Didn't die, though, and thanks to facilitators who contacted my dad who came and sent me home.<br /><br /><br />DAY FIVE:<br /><br />Arrived an hour early. Realised I was the only Crescent girl that wasn't in Council U. Meanies.<br /><br />After Her Excellency Ms Zanele Mekina, High Comissioner from South Africa to Singapore spoke, and after a great deal of cam-prostituting, and after a farewell assembly-esque ceremony involving candles and "If we hold on together", and "At the Beginning".<br /><br />I think the lyrics this time really matched the context though:<br /><br />"When we are out there in the dark,<br /> We'll dream about the sun.<br />And in the dark we'll feel the light<br />Warm our hearts,<br />Everyone."<br /><br />I think that was a really hopeful scene after Her Excellency's speech about the General Sisterhood of Women.<br /><br />I think that despite what I thought, imagine, a mere week ago, it is possible for that whole convention hall roomful of us to really make a change in the world.<br /><br /><br />Josephine, my groupmate from Hong Kong, a Chinese Opera singer since she was 8, told me in a postcard:<br /><br />"Carren, you are a really charming and captivating and nice person. (blush!) You spoke very well in the debate...It is a pity you were sick ystd, or you would be the coolest lion of all. <span style="font-weight: bold;">As a chinese, I must learn chinese well, or I will lose so many things. I will be looked down upon, too. I will need to work hard on my Eng, and you on your Chinese.</span> Hope to see you soon."<br /><br />I promised her that I'd work hard, and that one day I'd debate with her in Chinese.<br /><br />"If you are not daring, do not think of calling yourself a leader."<br /><br />Will you dare with me?<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8038850039544113167-7942736521923410026?l=thearsenicinthetoothpaste.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>chttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00516406997838727980noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8038850039544113167.post-20587039482412847952006-11-16T03:30:00.000-08:002006-11-16T03:50:43.734-08:00Alright, I have so very much to squeal about:<br /><br /><br /><br />For those of you who don't know, this week's my Work Experience Program week. As in, the week I go to Boon Lay Garden Primary and act like a teacher, and get a glimpse into the world of primary education.<br /><br />It. Is. <em>Wild.</em><br /><em></em><br />On the first day, after being brought to the school (security guard!) and through the staffroom, I was introduced to a Mrs Jessica Wong, teacher of 4/8, the best Primary 4 class in the world.<br /><br />Seriously, from the first moment the 37? 40? babylike faces looked at me and went "Goooooooooodd Morrrrninngg, Miss Carreeeeeeennn" I just wanted to hug them and love them and squeeze them and tell them they're special and protect them from all the evils of the world. At any rate, I felt like squealing "OMG SO CUTEEEE!". Strange, my own teachers don't seem to struggle with that.<br /><br />And it was so cool, because they, being the best class, had all these projects to do, like decorating toilets and making crafts for their schoolwide exhibition Effloresco. Even so, Mrs Wong made time for me to interact with them, and she explained her admin work to me and everything. Woah, DEDICATION.<br /><br />So after a ridiculously long break, I went back up to class with her and the class got started on their crafts. And I think that's when I really bonded with them. I went around the classroom going "Oh wow, that's so special, that's unique, you're funny, I like that, how did you do that? Amazing." And. I. Meant. Every. Word.<br /><br />Anyway, this one girl, Yifang, hung around the teachers table and smiled so very sweetly XD<br /><br />On Tuesday they had PE with class 3/3, a captainball match. 4/8 won. Duh, they're the best.<br /><br />After their recess, the teacher got 1/2 of them to paint the toilet, while she left the other 1/2 of them in the Library with me. It was so cool~ most of them went off to play with the computers. StickDeath games and all. Do you have any idea how cool it is to tell a bunch of adorable kids, "Guys, I want you to kill quietly." and have them go "Yes, Miss Carrren?"<br /><br />It is cool.<br /><br />There was a boy, Jing Yu, who's been shy all his life. He never says more than a few words out loud. But when I went to talk to him in the library, he even played a small game of hide and seek with me among the shelves. I mean it, he could tell where I was gonna look and at the perfect time, move to another shelf. I mean, I was taller than the shelves and yet I could walk all the way around them and not find him. But when I saw him poke his head out of one shelf and give me that dangerously adorable smile I think my heart just melted.<br /><br />I guess, even though some people spend their whole lives hiding, it just doesn't mean they're not there.<br /><br />On Wednesday I got time to do an activity of my own choosing with the class. I got them to make their own movies :D<br /><br />And it rocked.<br /><br />The boys did fighting scenes, and it was a bit chaotic, with them rehearsing all over the classroom. But when the final thing came off, it came off very well, and I was really impressed.<br /><br />The girls did a police-and-thief thing, and even made a kindofsortof car, and they won :D<br /><br />At the end of the day we attended a Staff Meeting. It was so surreal to watch the vice principal address the teachers like they were students. "Teachers, I will not continue until I hear silence"<br /><br />And she wasn't joking, either<br /><br />Today was Effloresco, their schoolwide exhibition. We helped out with the ushering (SO councildutyish), and then went around the exhibits a bit. I got my hand henna-ed, and of course, patronized the 4/8 store.<br /><br />I'm really gonna miss this class when I leave tomorrow. Mrs Jessica Wong is no less than inspiring. I mean, dedication incarnate. She's firm when she has to be, kind when she can be, and just-, so very perfect for her role.<br /><br />It's amazing how much I've grown to love this class in a matter of 4 days. I wonder how it is for the real, professional teachers.<br /><br />have been going out with Yanting after school these past few days. Getting lost in CityLink, watching her choke on her pasta, standing by helplessly while she's gesturing madly for me to get her water, laughing at her for trying to sit on an open laundry bin, mistaking ordinary people for Watsons people (honestly, Yan!) and pronouncing Levi's as Lair-Vee's<br /><br />Fellow colleages Iffah, Hanis and Adilah were simply lovely too :D Aluminium Stars!<br /><br /><br />I'm glad I signed up for this :D<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8038850039544113167-2058703948241284795?l=thearsenicinthetoothpaste.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>chttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00516406997838727980noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8038850039544113167.post-27858225870321883452006-11-10T01:32:00.000-08:002006-11-10T01:36:05.213-08:00You think, the birds are pretty<br />and you sleep eight hours a night.<br />And I'm fog, out of the city,<br />and still you stake it all.<br />And trains stop for you and so do the boys,<br />when you run your fingers through your hair.<br />But resistance is futile.<br /><br /> And I am gonna drink your blood.<br />And I am gonna drink your blood.<br />And I am gonna drink your blood.<br />And I am gonna drink your blood.<br /><br /> Just breathe, and mouth "goodbye."<br />If you want, I'll give you eternal life.<br />Well, not so much life,<br />but have you ever seen a good zombie movie?<br />Well, like that, but you'll be smarter<br />and you'll stay twenty-three.<br /><br /> And I am gonna drink your blood.<br />And I just wanna drink your blood.<br />And I am gonna drink your blood.<br />And I just wanna drink your blood.<br /><br /> And I am gonna drink your blood.<br />And I am gonna drink your blood.<br />And I am gonna drink your blood.<br />And I am gonna drink your blood.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />How can you not love this song? And how can i not love chialynn for sending me this song!<br /><br />chiarenfestbonanzagalaextravaganzaboom '06, here we come<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8038850039544113167-2785822587032188345?l=thearsenicinthetoothpaste.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>chttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00516406997838727980noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8038850039544113167.post-14959138350722341892006-11-09T06:12:00.000-08:002006-11-09T06:13:44.995-08:00i need to do my chinese compo. i need to do my chinese compo.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />i am not doing my chinese compo. i am not doing my chinese compo.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8038850039544113167-1495913835072234189?l=thearsenicinthetoothpaste.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>chttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00516406997838727980noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8038850039544113167.post-4526224469938811002006-11-06T05:03:00.000-08:002006-11-06T05:12:49.151-08:00for the second time in half a year, i stood in front of a room of people and said many things that i myself didn't quite understand.<br /><br />ohwell.<br /><br />after which, i cabbed down to school for bio lesson, then had lunch at Tanglin, then back down to school for lit, then training, then home.<br /><br />how endlessly entertaining and meaningful.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8038850039544113167-452622446993881100?l=thearsenicinthetoothpaste.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>chttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00516406997838727980noreply@blogger.com0