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2007-11-28T14:55:00.000+08:00

I've moved!

http://hereon.livejournal.com

I've moved to livejournal for less than and hour and I feel like moving back to blogger. Bah, I hate change. But yeah, I'll stick with livejournal for a while.

2007-11-26T20:01:00.000+08:00

Twenty-Five Percent.

Whatever happened to the $50 the government gives out when you did well in school? Now it only applies to low-income families.

What the hell.

2007-11-25T23:59:00.000+08:00

Off to Bedlam!

2007-11-24T23:10:00.000+08:00

I need clothes.

I'm getting jittery about H3 Econs. Why isn't the bloody list out yet? Or maybe it's out and I'm just not in; in any case, they should inform those who didn't get in also, shouldn't they? I don't know why, but I really hope I get in. I mean, open book tests?! Open book exams. And NO ESSAYS! It's like extra credit for minimal (and fun) effort. Bah, I'm sure I'll eat my words soon enough.

2007-11-24T22:53:00.000+08:00

The worst thing about leading a less-than-perfect life is to wallow in self-pity.

There's no point in obsessing about a far-from-pretty face, a far-from-perfect body, a not-so-nice complexion or a less-than-perfect love life. Seriously, I try to take my pleasures where I can get them. For the lack of a better word, please do not think dirty, haha. I'm thankful that I'm not born with any birth defects, I'm thankful that I do not need to diet, I'm thankful that I'm not losing sleep over money woes, I'm thankful that my parents are fun, I'm thankful that my boyfriend is faithful, I'm thankful that I have friends I can confide in and I'm thankful I'm not autistic. I mean, why wallow in self-pity when your ego is already so trampled upon? Sure, there are (a lot of) times when I get resentful but I figured that the best way to go is to quit obsessing over it. It's not as easy as it sounds, but it's a start.

2007-11-24T00:42:00.000+08:00

A random, frivolous post.

I think it's tragic for people to mispronounce their own names. I mean, you can't help it if you're born with a short tongue and end up pronouncing "Leticia" as "Le-kee-sha" or something. But isn't it tragic if you can help it but you don't care anyway, since everybody calls you that way? I think my name's such a name. I seriously doubt that Chloe is meant to be pronounced as k-lo-ee as opposed to k-lo-eh. Then again, the little thingy above the "e" isn't registered in my birth certificate, so maybe not But what about names like "Javier"? (Name popped into my head because of a blog I was reading. A blog that does not belong to an NYJCian nor a friend of an NYJCian that I know of) A long long time ago, I knew that name as "har-vee-air", which, I believe is the correct pronunciation. But sometime ago, I found myself pronouncing it as "jay-vee-er". It's kinda weird actually. Can you imagine everyone perpetually calling Kenneth "Keh-Net!"? So much so that even he himself introduces himself as keh-net. Now, that's weird.

Such a random post. I shall sleep away my randomness. Goodnight!

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Oh yes, something random before I leave: I had so much fun with Adobe that I messed Kenn and my faces up. Yay (said in the Izzie tone. Too much Grey's.) Yay.

2007-11-16T20:35:00.000+08:00

I don't eat egg yolks.

I realised. That when I blog hop, I spend a lot of time staring at pretty girls. Maybe it's envy, maybe it's jealousy or maybe it's just plain weird. Oh well.

"I'm resentful"
Quoted from Joyce, a universal and often used phrase.

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I was watching those Taiwanese variety shows the other day and noticed something - up and coming stars with little or no talent like to suck up to the host. Seriously, the host reminds me of a church preacher so it looks kind of weird when these girls (who seem to endorse the phrase, "sex sells") keep sucking up to him. It's so disgusting! And honestly, how on Earth are they able to feel comfortable appearing on national television wearing bikinis? Ewwwwwww.

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And Joyce saw Edmund Chen!

Technically we saw Edmund Chen. But she kept repeating "I saw Edmund Chen" throughout the day that I feel compelled to blog about it. Did I mention repeating at random?

I think we've long established that I'm a candidate for Bedlam. Right?

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And chatting with I-Wonder-Selena is very thought provoking. Hmm... I wonder.

2007-11-11T15:08:00.000+08:00

HAPPY BIRTHDAY KENNETH!

You're old :)

Although I made you blow an unlit candle in front of some really amused (and irritating) people, you gamely did it. You made my day.

Happy 19th birthday.

I shall not think of what's to come for 18/19 year olds.

2007-11-10T21:57:00.000+08:00

I am an abominable letter-opener.

I'll tell you what's abominable. The fact that romance novels inevitably include certain, err, scenes. Those few (really unneeded) pages of scenes could've been replaced with a simple "They made love. (Chloe's random comment: I have this image of a couple kissing popping into my head. It was a very chaste kiss, mind you! Little hearts were formed with each kiss and floated all over the room.) They enjoyed themselves." That would've sufficed, but noooooo, romance authors feel the need (no pun intended) to describe both the male and female anatomies. Righto. The worst thing is that, between breathy moans and whatnot, the author decides to drop in important bits of information, leaving me a bit lost whenever I skip those scenes. Save the earth and get on with the story already! It's almost as if romance novelists went for courses and lesson number one would be "When Inspiration refuses to grace its beautiful self, describe lurrrve scenes." So all of a sudden, the main characters would get horny. Argh.

I have no idea why I'm blogging about the birds and the bees.

I just remembered something funny:
While playing Maple, some 1000 years ago,
"Why are the horny mushrooms spawning so fast?"
"Because they're horny."

Haha. Haha. Haha.

This is not good for my chaste and innocent mind.

Haha.

Moving on to a more sombre topic, just the other day, when I was having a lovely chat with Selena, she suddenly said, "Why can't we just be ourselves and not care about what others think of us?". (That was one long sentance with a hell lot of commas)

We concluded that no matter how much we'd like that, it wouldn't occur. No one wants to be judged but everyone judges everyone. That's the irony of it all. It'll be easy to say "that's just life". But it's not, it's not "just life". It's how much one cherishes oneself. If you mildly dislike someone yet you still are polite with that special someone, people call you fake. It's just not right. Do you expect one to go around pointing The Finger to everyone from the cleaning auntie who refuses to top up toilet paper to your act-cute-wide-eyed-high-pitched-tairing cousin? It's just not right. Being is tricky. Just being is tricky. It's tricky enough without people judging you so harshly. Cut everyone some slack, people. Everyone has opinions, what distinguishes a bitch from a saint, in our society most of the time, is whether that person has the guts to voice that opinion. It's just not right.

"One shouldn't care about what others think about us, because, 95% of the time, they are thinking about what others think of them."

I beg to differ.

PS: No one's been judging me. Recently. So no, this isn't a personal attack, you gossip mongers. Wags fingers.

2007-11-07T23:01:00.000+08:00

Chloe's wise words

"You know you're addicted to Grey's Anatomy when you're willing to chalk up 27 hours of intelligence-diminishing TV time to finish the entire season in TEN ~~bloody~~ days."

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Honestly, I had the best birthday in years. It was heartwarming, receiving happy birthday messages from people I didn't expect to remember. Joyce was so sweet, she bought me breakfast before tuition. And Selena actually went out with us. Went out! This is bordering on narcissism, but I hardly care! Cue hysterical laughter. Okay, maybe I do care. And maybe I'm already a candidate for Bedlam.

Whatever.

2007-11-04T00:46:00.000+08:00

Chloe's Words of Wisdom

"You know you've had too much of PW when you start saying 'evaluating' instead of 'ovulating'"

I was trying to say "I'm ovulating" but ended up saying "I'm evaluating". Don't ask me why I was commenting upon my monthly, I don't know either. I think it's become a norm for me to spurt nonsense when there's a lull in our (Kenn and I) conversation.

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I feel so so so bad for acting the way I did. I'm sorry Chloyce!

2007-11-03T23:00:00.000+08:00

Everyone should go watch Stardust!

If only just to watch Robert De Niro make a cake out of himself or to gawk at Michelle Pfeiffer...

2007-11-02T21:25:00.001+08:00

HEY, I look psychotic! Haha!

I can't believe I'm making fun of myself!

2007-11-02T20:01:00.000+08:00

Excursion!

http://www.flickr.com/photos/15444301@N04/

Hear ye, hear ye, 0723. Therein lies the wonderful photos of the excursion 0723 embarkedth on thisth fateful day.

This is the first time so many people celebrated my birthday since... Primary school? Okay, fine, 0723 was actually celebrating the November babies' birthday but since ASean decided to give our excursion a miss, they were essentially celebrating my birthday :) Oh yes, I'm shameless. Lynn decided that I had to have the first lick, since there wasn't any knife around to cut the (cup)cake.

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Joey and Chloyce once again had a movie marathon on Thursday, complete with a roasted spring chicken, bacon and asparagus, chips, cuttle fish and chips. Well, I guess it could be considered more of a food marathon 'cos we only watched one movie. Here, I would like to urge Selena to join our Movie Marathons.

I am strong!
(Inside joke, tehe)

2007-10-31T20:36:00.000+08:00

Happy Halloween!

It's interesting how time flies and though we never did expect to last this long, we did. And I'm happy to say that we're not sticking together just because. It makes me happy that I can be as unglam as possible in front of you (E.g. Bun head!) and you'd still call me cute.

You Are My Sunshine

My only sunshine.

You make me happy
When skies are grey.
You'll never know, dear,
How much I love you.
Please don't take my sunshine away

Happy 24th Month, Sunshine.

2007-10-28T15:09:00.000+08:00

The trials and tribulations of Joey and Chloyce.

It was a bright and sunny Sunday morning. Chloyce stood alone waiting for Joey. At the pinnacle of her boredom, Chloyce came up with a theory: Joey was late because Chloyce was late for the past 100 Sundays. Therefore (!) Joey wasn't taking any chances, she doesn't want to stand alone waiting for Chloyce anymore. At the conclusion of Chloyce's theory, Joey was spotted walking up to Chloyce, smoothing her hair like she always does. The first word Joey said wasn't 'hi'. It wasn't 'I'm sorry I'm late'. It was.... (are you ready?)... "We're wearing the same combination!".

At this point, this author forgot what Chloyce's reaction was.

Joey and Chloyce then happily entered the elevator doors with their fellow tuition mates. And lo and behold! One of them was from smarty-pants HC. Joey and Chloyce then exchanged sympathetic, knowing looks. Midway through tuition, the roar of Joey's protesting stomach halted her flow of Mathematical thoughts.

"I'm hungry."

"Me too. Let's go buy food during break."

"Ok."

"Are you serious?"

Joey nodded.

For the uninformed, The Tuition Teacher normally gives us a 3 minute break an hour into the lesson. Joey and Chloyce were prepared to rush to Macs, two buildings away. You should've seen Joey's face when The Tuition Teacher announced the break. Joey literally lighted up. When The Tuition Teacher caught Joey's expectant and joyful look, he then amended it to a 5 minute break. Joey and Chloyce could hardly contain their glee when The Tuition Teacher told them to go get some food.

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At this point, this author realizes how boring this story is. To hell with the abrupt ending then :)

2007-10-26T22:54:00.000+08:00

The simplest things in life.

You won't believe who inspired this even if I told you.
Really.

2007-10-26T20:36:00.000+08:00

By the way, my birthday's coming soon :)

Selena, Joyce, I'm sure you read my blog :D

I don't mind accepting gifts from random blog-hoppers either.

I'm from 0723, thank you :)

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Such a random post.

2007-10-26T20:24:00.000+08:00

HAPPY 17th BIRTHDAY JOYCE!
Aka Joey. Or Chloyce.

People are seriously mixing Joyce and my names up. Let's look at the damage:

BeanBoh: Called me Joyce twice.
Cheng Qi: Called me Joyce thrice.
Ke Li: Called me Joyce once.
Emelyn: Called me Joyce once and tried to call me Chloyce but ended up saying Joyce.

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Joyriel went out once again with Chloe the Flounder and Selena the Crab.

Inside joke, though it's quite obvious.

I'm so happy, for the first time in years, I'm spending my birthday with friends, The Loved One and The Family. I'm finally beginning to enjoy the simplest joys in life.

2007-10-21T16:43:00.000+08:00

Starring: How to Lose a Guy in 10 days, John Tucker Must Die, Cinderella and I am Sam.

2007-10-20T09:52:00.000+08:00

Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned.

I can't believe I'm facing such problems in a Junior College. I thought these things only happen in primary school. You made such a big fuss, you deal with the consequences.

Thanks man, you had to ruin my boyfriend's reputation. All because you kept pestering his girlfriend. Get a life man, which boyfriend wouldn't do that? Oh oh wait, the best part is, what Kenn said was entirely appropriate - "Don't pester my girlfriend because she doesn't want you to". You didn't tell people the entire truth did you? Just parts of it, then add a dash of pepper, a pinch of salt and viola! People think my boyfriend is the most unreasonable being on Earth.

Go. To. Hell.

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Oh well, Larryn, Jamesnelle, Johnce, here are our photos:

http://www.flickr.com/photos/15444301@N04/

2007-10-19T19:42:00.000+08:00

Read between the lines (I'm quite sure the font's big enough) and go away already. This is gross.

2007-10-12T20:44:00.000+08:00

Chloe's chemistry notes

When Selena and Chloe collide head-on, a sigma bond is formed and this results in the formation of Selenium Chloride. Usually, the collision lasts only a fraction of a second. Hence, we can conclude that the bonds between the two being are temporary dipole-temporary dipole. However, this bond is strong. Thus, the b.p. of Selenium Chloride is high.

When Chloe and Joyce collide sideways, a pi bond if formed, resulting in the formation of JoeyandChloyce, a new-found molecule. This molecule behaves peculiarly as a giggle might erupt from the molecule with the smallest agitation. This odd molecule has a very high b.p. as well.

When Selena and Joyce collide head-on, a sigma bond is formed and this results in the formation of Selenium Joycide (Shit, sounds like Joyce is suicidal or that I'm attempting to murder my self-proclaimed best friend). The bond dissociation energy of Selenium Joycide is so high, it is almost impossible to break the bond within.

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CCB ACD

Why am I dissapointed? Is it because I'm just 2 and a half marks away from BBB ACD? Is it because I could have done a bit better for GP had I put in the effort? Could it really have been BBB ABD? What could have been.... it's never easy thinking about it.

I have to say, H1 Lit was a shocker. It was nothing short of a miracle for my grades to have improved by leaps and bounds. From U during midyears (right at the bottom, I might add) to A. Ok, maybe I give myself credit for reading the book. How I got that far though, that's anyone's guess. Maybe it's my incessant questioning of our poor Lit teacher about seemingly inconsequential bits. Truth be told, I just didn't like my story so mysterious. I mean, wouldn't you question why Herbert has to call Pip Handel? I won't call Joyce Joey for no reason right?! Ah well, what's done cannot be undone.

J2? Bring it on!

2007-10-06T23:42:00.000+08:00

Because you live (boy), my world has twice as many stars in the sky!

You know you're a full-fledged bookworm when you stand in the middle of Kinokuniya dreamy-eyed while saying, "I'm in heaven". Kenn just chuckled knowingly at me. After all, a fellow bookworm can't fault another for being an avid reader, can he?

2007-10-05T14:16:00.000+08:00

I just did this quiz on Cel's blog and though I find the results somewhat accurate, it's rather amusing as well.

The person in Space 3 is the one you love.
Kenn is in space 3, so this is accurate.

The person in Space 7 is the one you like but your relationship cannot work.
Erm, my brother is in space 7. So accurate or not, it's subjective.

The song in Space 8 matches with the person in 3.
The song was Why Can't I. This bit is freakishly accurate.

Here comes the amusing bit.

The song in Space 10 is the song that tells you most about your mind.
Err, Greensleevs was at Space 10. Right, so what does that tell me about my mind? That it operates in chords? I have no idea what I'm talking about. And that makes sense, doesn't it? Considering a classical song TELLS ME MOST ABOUT MY MIND.

The song in Space 11 is the song telling how you feel about life.
The song in question is Kiss The Girl. Hmm, I now have no idea how I should feel about life. I belive I should start prancing about singing in the Sebestian tone: Shalalala my oh my ~

The intersting thing is that Joyce and I found ourselves on Space 4 (when we did the quiz seperately). Go figure what's space 4, haha. Selena Gan is the one that understands me the most, whoo!

Now back to my reading marathon!

2007-10-05T13:48:00.000+08:00

Five things yours truly finds absolutely abominable.
(in no particular order)

1. People crowding 'round the MRT door when the train arrives. During peak hour.
In case you didn't notice, there are people inside waiting to get out. I never fail to feel like a salmon swimming upstream when alighting. I'm sad to say that I find this sense of joy in walking into those people who refuse to give way. Which... brings me to my next point.

2. People who walk into you and say 'ouch' in a tone that would put the bitchiest bimbo to shame.
Shudders. I hate it when people walk into you and then glare at you as if you killed their favourite parrot. And it doesn't stop at that! Oh nooooo, they then say 'ouch' in the most annoying manner. Isn't it enough that you walk into me? Isn't it enough that you glare at me when it was you who tainted my favourite skin cells? Oh the answer is apprently no because you proceed treat me to their lovely and rather shrill voice.

3. People who stare at what you wear and mentally gauge your worth.
I question my self-worth enough times so that you don't need to. But you still do anyway. Well, at least I don't put on fancy makeup, bring minute handbags, wear revealing outfits and trot in 4 inch heels in school. Honestly, I don't know why so many people bother. You're going to school for Ghandi's sake, not a strip club!

4. School-uniform-clad kids who smoke in public places as if that's the coolest thing to do.
Firstly, I think it's downright stupid to smoke in your school uniform in public. In case you haven't realised, it's erm, illegal. Secondly, I don't think its cool to look intimidating. I'm mighty afraid of Bengs and Lians. Don't ask, I have no idea why.

5. Politics.
There's politics politics, then there's politics politics. Good Ghandi, I'm not one to thrive on politics.

2007-09-29T23:10:00.000+08:00

My cute little brother is cool.

Every time he hits the tom, it blinks. So note how fast/often it blinks. Also note that he's blocking the hi-hat and snare.

My brother is cool man.

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Am gonna watch Little Mermaid now, yay!

2007-09-28T22:12:00.000+08:00

Oh, so what you do to me.

Promos are unofficially over and I've finally begun my reading marathon. Ah, the joy of reading from sunup till sundown and then some more. I'm trying to get my computer countdown to count up instead (ie. how many days since Promos started) but to no avail, so I'll just have to settle for counting down to the results.

13 days, 9 hours, 44 minutes and 48 seconds to The Moment of Truth.

Accurate as of: 10:15pm.

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I couldn't decide if I should lift my leg (a la James) and was thus left with this awkward position.

It was GP. That's why. In hindsight, Nelle looks seductive, haha!

13 days, 9 hours, 41 minutes and 5 seconds to The Moment of Truth, people.

I'm counting down for the sake of counting down. I'm not very confident of the scripts handed in. Ah well. Back to my reading marathon.

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Random final comment...

I'm so glad that Joyce shares the same, erm... Shall we call it a hobby?... as I do. We stare at pretty -correction, beautiful- girls, sigh and gush about how gorgeous they look.

To each other.

When people say they're not pretty, we defend them as if our lives depended on it. We're one weird bunch, I say!

Selena is our bond to reality, man.

Can't wait for movie marathon :D

If you're not Kenn or Joyce or Selena, you won't understand a word I've written so don't worry. Ciao!

2007-09-22T23:56:00.000+08:00

There's officially 1 day, 8 hours, 3 minutes left to Promos.

Accurate as of 11:57pm.

For the first time in weeks, I actually feel prepared. Really, if it hadn't been for the big big notice that displayed "14" 2 weeks ago, I doubt I would've started studying till today. I spent the past 2 weeks panicking and I hope - Oh, how I hope it's gonna pay off. That modicum of work that I've done, I hope it pays off.

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Tuition tomorrow, I can't wait to talk to Joyce about Pip. Hope there are no more grasshopers, I really need all my brain cells (Everytime you knock your head, you lose 3 brain cells! Can't remember who told me that). Haha, inside story which neither Joyce nor this author would like to disclose. Selena might tell you.

And I really did type "Joys" by accident last night.

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There's officially 1 day, 7 hours, 54 minutes and 58 seconds to Promos.

I'm wasting my life.

Goodnight.

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I love Kenneth Wan! Kenn's my McDreamy ok, Joyce, not some dreamy-eyed good looking superstar. Haha. This just reminded me of a very very very embarrassing episode on 136 towards school with Joyce. Oh no.

Maybe I should call him McMuffin. Or McWings. Or McNuggets. Wonder which he'll prefer...

2007-09-22T22:39:00.000+08:00

2007-09-21T20:38:00.000+08:00

Hey people, there's 2 days, 11 hours, 20 minutes and 50 seconds left to Promos.

Ps: It's accurate as of this moment: 8:39pm

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Kenn's sister is damn pretty! Sigh.

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Zac Efron is the new McDreamy. Joyce and I were reading 8Days when we saw that photo of Mister Efron. His eyes can rival Mister E. Presley's. Honestly!

Our very interesting conversation:

He's looking at me!

No, he's not -moves magazine away-

-Joyce looks sad-

Ok lah, -moves magazine such that Mr Efron is looking at Joyce-

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There's now 2 days, 11 hours, 13 minutes and 38 seconds left to Promos.

This is accurate as of 8:46pm

2007-09-15T22:42:00.000+08:00

A day out with Kenn :D

Ooh, it's so much easier to blog frivolous details with pictures. Hah, Joyce, guess where I got my inspiration from?

Kenn and I are gonna attempt to make 3d characters next time!

More frivolous stuff:

I was supposed to spend the day studying. Instead, I only spent 2 hours studying and the rest of the day lugging my heavy bag around town. Good Ghandi! Against my better judgement, I rented two more books even though I'm currently reading Mister Monday and have Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday and another Julia Quinn novel (oh yes, and Harry Potter) to read. What is wrong with me? I seem to feel restless when I'm not readng a novel and feel an odd sense of satistfaction to have so many books waiting for me. Oh yes, there's still the promos to study for amidst my reading frenzy. For 2 consecutive nights, I dreamt that I was doing math and chemistry papers. This must be a sign from the heavens above, demanding that I study.

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And here's something more interesting:

Click on it to see how GIGANTIC it really is.
It's practically a lobster I tell you.
But trust me, it's a prawn.

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The Personal Dictionary of Joey and Chloyce
(These are a few words Joyce and I came up with)

..

Expressway (noun)

It refers to the "pathway" between the council board and the benches outside the canteen. People who are in a hurry usually take this path to avoid the crowd.

Oh no, it's so crowded, let's take the expressway!

..

Roadblocks (noun)

It refers to the people blocking the expressway, rendering the expressway useless.

Damn those stupid road blocks, now I have to take the main road. The nerve of some people!

..

Taxis (noun)

It refers to people who stop abruptly.

Shit lah, I almost knocked into that taxi! Don't know how to signal meh?!

..

Pedestrains (noun)

It refers to people who walk way to slowly for the comfort of the people behind.

Irritating pedestrians! Think everyone so free ah?!

..

Joyce Break (noun)

To have a Joyce Break is to have an abrupt break in the midst of intense concentration.

"4 carbon atoms... strong dipoles break away lattice structure..." I'm so burnt out! I'm gonna take a Joyce Break!

..

It all started with me saying, "I shall henceforth call this path The Expressway". It started an avalanche of weird terms for different people. Joyce was so amused by my proclamation that she started naming people/pathways too.

2007-09-14T21:01:00.000+08:00

Nostalgia. Again.

Sigh, so sad. Was watching this dance video and starting missing dance. It has been eons since I last performed a choreographed dance. But Kenn would never let me dance :( It's too attention-seeking. Betcha all can't imagine me dancing, haha!

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Sharon, Bernice and I finally met up! We had our Orange Bowl and saw a few teachers. All in all, I would say that it was an awkward experience (with the teachers). Bernice, Sharon and I spent quite some time gossiping - till we lost track of time. Heh. I was kinda disappointed that I didn't get to see Mr Gan and was quite surprised when Ms Tan Shu Wei (who was angry at me for not taking Geog - She expects all Pure Geog people (i.e. 4G) to take it) and Miss Poore seem to remember me.

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I've finally started studying. What's wrong with me?!

2007-09-09T00:13:00.000+08:00

Sticks and stones may break my bones but words will never hurt me.

When I was planning Le Picnic, I envisioned it to be perfect. Absolutely perfect. Sad to say that it wasn't.

In my determination to get to our destination (Picnic by the Bay, hey hey!), I trudged through calf-high mud (in the process, making Kenn do it too. Even though he was wearing jeans.) only to find that there was an alternative route. A much drier alternative route. I think I lost my slippers in the mud about 3 times. Did I mention that there was oil floating on the mud too?

We settled down (seemingly in an ant colony), facing the sea (and a whole load of ships) and opened our picnic basket (filled with testaments of my culinary skills). And lo and behold, we found ourselves looking at the food then at each other, before asking, "is this edible?" Though edible, it was hardly palatable. I'm not sure whether Kenn is finally convinced that I can't cook...

I'm so glad that Kenn suggested buying a BK breakfast to bring along. He also brought along a little red wine which helped salvage the (very lousy) feast.

Cheers!

Even though it was hardly perfect, it was still fun. Great company, great (err, maybe not) view, what more could a girl ask for?

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The Night Safari was much much much better than the Zoo. Firstly, it didn't stink as much. Secondly, you can actually see the animals up close. Albeit the food there was frightfully expensive, it looked good. But I just couldn't bring myself to eat/drink something so expensive. Think $4 for your kopitiam kopi and $16 for chicken rice.

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Here's something ironic:

Kenn and I finally went back to the Liqour teacake shop (it's finally open!). It's now called the Cookie Museum. We found that they upped the price of the cake (from $15 - $19), added gold flakes to the cake and renovated the place. So that's an additional $4 ++ for real gold flakes and a new environment...

I can't bring myself to eat a $16 plate of chicken rice but would spend $19 on a peice of cake with no hesitation. Then again, how often do you see cakes with gold flakes, huh!

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If everything goes according to plan, I'd be getting a new phone tomorrow. So why am I feeling this deep sense of loss? Maybe it's because my hot pink V3 somehow marked the start of my relationship with Kenn (got it the same time we got together). Ah well, he's going to NS soon anyway so we can't possibly have matching phones anymore.

2007-09-07T21:40:00.000+08:00

Don't bother reading. No, really.

There are so many things that has happened these past few days that were interesting enough to blog but I can't seem to remember any. So here's something rather boring.

Joyce and I finally met up! I haven't seen Selena in an entire week :( (Here's where Kenn would start questioning my sexual preferences. And I would assure him that I am decidedly straight.) Even though it was for consultation, we still managed to spend some time talking about everything and nothing at all. Ooh, by the way, Ke Li, we saw your DSA. Dressed to kill. Indeed, if you know what I mean...

I was just reading Sheryl's blog and here's a gem I found:

"i love being with him becuz i don't need to wear my hair in a pretty ponytail, dress to kill, or spray myself with pungent perfume for him to look at me. even though i have no right to demand for his undivided attention, the attention he gives me is enough to make me feel like the luckiest girl in the world. i guess that's why i enjoy his company, it's as if i'm his best friend, and he knows every single thing about me, but still loves me for me."

We've had our ups and downs, my inability to stay focused but I still agree with what she said. I hope she doesn't charge me royalty for using her quote. I rather doubt she still remembers my blog add though.

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What Joyce told me has been gnawing at me. A dull, throbbing thought that refuses to go away no matter how hard I try to thrust it to the back of my mind. I've been sent on a journey of self reflection and back, questioned myself and still don't see a clear answer. Good Ghandi!

I feel that I've misplaced my trust in so many people. Well, 3 people is a lot, considering the circumstances. I've never seen so much politics in my history in St. Nicks as I do now (Sounds weird, but you get the point). Oh, the irony.

Only those who truly truly truly know me, know how friggin low my self-esteem is. And they'll never laugh at me for saying something so completely without shame because they know I don't mean it. I can safely say that Kenn, Selena and Joyce are the only people who really know me. Don't judge if you don't even deign to try to know.

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Picnic and Night Safari tomorrow! Happy belated 22nd, Kenn :D

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So excited, I'm meeting Sharon on Monday. Finally!

2007-09-02T15:24:00.001+08:00

I wonder, would this author be considered a nerd?

I seem to fulfill certain requirements.

A) Thou shalt live to study.

Truth me told, I don't like studying. Contrary to the popular belief that "Chloe loves studying" firmly held by Miss C. K. Lixin, I do not. There you go, myth #1 busted. Celestine, do you hear me? I don't like studying! -Does a little jig- I just enjoy the gratification of getting the answers right.

B) Thou shalt read excessively.

I don't deny that I read excessively actually. I'm quite proud of myself for not being able to remember which books I've read and which I've not. Contrary to the popular belief that "Chloe enjoys reading Romance Novels most", I do not. My favourite genre is fantasy actually, believe it or not (I have no idea why I'm telling you this). Joyce, do you hear me? Fantasyyyy ~ Joyce often berates me for putting off Mr Potter for cliche romance novels. Hmm, I don't have any excuse for that actually. Oh bother.

C) Thou shalt score straight As.

If I wish hard enough, it might just come true.

Hmm, it seems like I'm just two inches of skirt, a yard of socks, many As and a pair of specs away from being a full-fledged nerd. Good Ghandi, who knew?

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Stay tuned for more of The Makings of A Nerd, Part II! (I'm kidding)

These messages are brought to you by Lady I-Hate-PW, each sold separately, batteries not included.

2007-08-31T18:06:00.000+08:00

My boyfriend loves me!

Kenn compliments me nearly everyday: "Ooh, I like your fat cheeks, oily face and small eyes."

Oh yes, and before I forget, he says he wants me to grow fat. Because it's cute. But I'm unlikely to fulfill his wishes in the near future (no, I'm not anorexic).

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Happy Teacher's day everyone! It's sad really, that none of us alumni (I feel so old) can go back to St. Nicks today for reasons that I am unsure of. No orange bowl!!!

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Only 5 people turned up for Lit lecture today, I felt so bad for Miss Victor. Joyce and I made an impromptu gift for her that said:

Dear Miss Victor,

Happy Teacher's Day!

From, 0723 H1-Lit-ers.
Mostly from Chloe and Joyce.
(Who've read till Vol III)

She called us cute. We felt proud of ourselves for never once doubting that we would go for the lecture. We felt bad for her when we saw so many Lit people hanging around instead of going for lecture.

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Last random comment:

Why do teachers automatically look at your hands when you wish them "happy teacher's day"? Our thoughts not enough huh! Isn't it the thought that counts?!

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Final random comment:

I think Mrs Lim's teacher's day card was the sweetest:

We were once 26 carbon atoms in gaseous state that slowly solidified to become one precious diamond with you as our covalent bond!

Rate of class performance = k [tutorials] [lectures]
Where k= constant hard work (?)

2007-08-25T23:33:00.000+08:00

I went to the zoo today.

I touched a horse (squeal!)

It (the zoo, not the horse) smelled like crap. Literally.

The animals were all fat and lazy.

You see what I mean?

I'm going back there next week! Haha :D

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I pieced shreds of my confidence back together only to have it thrown on the floor, trampled and blended. With a dash of humiliation, might I add. That's what jamming with a band does to your ego.

2007-08-24T20:13:00.000+08:00

Quote of the day!

"I don't know why, but whenever I'm with you, I feel an insatiable need to act cute."

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I'm quite sure I'm contributing significantly to the income of the owner of the book rental shop. Sigh, I haven't even started on Selena's book. Speaking of whom, HAPPY BELATED BIRTHDAY SELENA! Wo men yong yuan zhi chi ni!

Promos are just round the bloody corner and I just can't bring myself to study. I'll be damned if I don't admit that I got really lucky for Mid-Years. I'm supposed to be studying, but what am I doing? Blogging and talking to Kenn. Tell me how productive can that get?

2007-08-12T17:11:00.000+08:00

Blogging is like having a monologue.

I feel like I'm talking to myself using my alter-ego.

"Hey Chloe."

"WASSSSSSSSSUP?"

"Hmm, EoM I suppose."

"I say, you're trying to procrastinate again aren't you? It's not gonna work, Lady I-Hate-Pw! I know what you're up to! Cease at once!"

"I... Just.... Can't... Bring... Myself... To... Start!"

"Good Ghandi, I'm ignoring you." (Sounds a bit like Joyce. Damn, my alter-ego sounds like Joyce!)

"Chloe?"

"Hello....?"

"Chloe...?"

"Nooooooo!"

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You're right, I'm going crazy. Shit.

2007-08-12T16:24:00.000+08:00

My apple.

Temptation came in the form of the latest Julia Quinn novel, Mom popping in and all but tempted "SKII mask?" as well as Dad's delicious tea.

Just when one wonders, "is there anything else I can do to procrastinate?", temptation gloriously displays its wonders.

Now, back to work.

2007-08-12T15:06:00.001+08:00

The Secret Diaries of Lady I-Hate-Pw

12 August 2007...

Symphony 92.4 plays softly in the background as the bed creaks invitingly. We stare at each other, not knowing what to do...

No no, I'm not attempting to write a T_____C (don't wish to be googled, you see) post. The we in question refers to my computer and I. And indeed, while I'm doing - no wait, scratch that - trying to do my EoM, the bed sure does seem inviting. Why Symphony 92.4? Because, believe it or not, I like classical music. I shall allow you guys a moment to gasp.

In fact! I have an album of classical songs stashed in my iPod! Ok, fine, another moment for you to fan yourself. Don't swoon for I don't possess any smelling salts. (Oops, too much historical novels. Odd, but I feel rather high right now.)

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Time's up. I hope you're still conscious. Anyway, I realise that I'm trying to procrastinate even though I still have to face the inevitable soon. And by soon, I mean tomorrow morning. Life's indeed a vacuum cleaner. It sounds naive to say that life sucks at such a tender age but, TO HELL WITH IT. Teenagers are supposed to be emo anyway, eh?

Speaking of which, here's my favourite phrase, paraphrased from a local magazine:

"Leave a teenager in a room with a Rubik's cube and you'll come back to a dead body with a note: Life's too difficult."

Or something along that line.

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This author has finally exhausted all the (rather frivolous) things I have to post about. I shall spare all who are reading even more boring stuff. Didn't think that was possible eh? But the sad truth is, it is. Goodbye...

Bye bye.

Toodles.

Ciao.

Jai Jian.

Noo, I really have to go ):

2007-08-10T20:53:00.000+08:00

Mmm-hmm.

"Jon! Look, this guy so pretty lah!"

"I don't trust your taste, your standard's dropping."

"Just look! He's so pretty!"

-Lil Bro looks-

"He... looks like Kenneth."

"NO WONDER!!!"

Sigh, I think Kenn's a pretty boy. I like.

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Today's econs meeting turned out to become a mini-class outing with half the class present discussing project work and econs. Our photo taking session earned us a few stares but nonetheless, class bonding was fun! Even though we were all doing our own stuff.

2007-08-08T22:39:00.000+08:00

Get high!

Lynn, Janelle, Joyce and I were very high today (Selena sat with the band people). We jumped and screamed to the national day songs. We even came up with our very own symphony...

Chloe: Happy...
Joyce: Happy!
Janelle: Birthday...
Lynn: Birthday!
All: SINGAPORE!

And no, we didn't practice it in the toilet. We practice it in the lift. And I say! The acoustics in the lift was astounding! Sadly, once chemistry lecture began, all of us went into the 'battery flat' mode.

This is such a random post.

2007-08-08T21:59:00.001+08:00

Doughnuts!

Hehehe, Kenneth went down to Raffles City to queue for doughnuts! Yours truly ate 10 of those doughnuts :) It's a wonder that I'm still underweight. And he took the hint! Kenny bought 6 bars of Cherry Ripe - I've been craving it for ages. Whoo!

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I have decided to type "Kenneth" instead of Dodo. Everyone's calling him Dodo and it sounds weird especially since I don't even call him Dodo. I only do when I blog, haha!

2007-08-07T20:57:00.000+08:00

Catfight!

Monday was one heck of a day! Ruolin, Ivy, Joyce, Janelle, Lynn and I ended our day with a 'catfight'. It all started when Ivy and Ruolin tried to convince me to gym with them so that I would be able to do 10 guy pull-ups. While Joyce was on the phone, Ruolin and Ivy finally realised the futility of trying to persuade me and decided -the horror!- to use force! They dragged me by the arm (which resulted in a bruise!) all the way from the atrium to the back of the canteen with me screaming, "Joyce! Save me!!!" all the way. When Joyce finally hung up, she rushed to my aid. Can you just imagine the scene? 4 people pulling at each other! At this very moment, I spotted JamesNelle and yelled, "James! Help us!" and she rushed to our aid. For a while. Then we spotted Lynn, our 'club president'. Janelle chatted with Lynn for a while before Joyce and I yelled, "Lynn! Save us!!!". Lynn then joined in the fun while Janelle left us to our own devices. Stupid QM! We were screaming and tugging until I thought: Shit man, my bag is so inconvinient. So I said, "Pause! Put the bags down first!". Everyone put their bags down and Ruolin immediately shouted, "Ok! Start!". Ivy and Ruolin then tried lifting us off our feets. They managed to drag me all the way to the stairs with yours tuly in a truly unglam position. Joyce just sat down and screamed with "all her might" (I quote!). I can just imagine her doing that, haha.

Ah well, this is one long post. I shall continue with dreadful project work now ):

2007-08-05T12:31:00.000+08:00

PW IS A PAIN IN THE (word that should not be mentioned)! Good Ghandi!

I would much rather be reading Great Ex than doing project (beep) work.

BEEEEEEP!

2007-08-03T22:34:00.000+08:00

Whoa, lookie what I found on JameNelle's blog!

Just before photo-taking, the entire toilet was filled with 0723. Erm, just the girls.

2007-08-03T22:10:00.000+08:00

Random, incoherent ramblings

Whoo, I'm so blooooody proud of myself for reading up till chapter 15 of Great Expectations. I actually find it interesting, how's that? School's been a horrible bore and I haven't been paying attention during the lectures/tutorials. Partly because of our "gossip club"? Sit on the fence and poke your ass! Haha, I'm rambling incoherently.

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I'm counting down to the days of the reopening of Le Liquor Teacake Shop. Whoo!

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Menotti after Econs makeup tutorial tomorrow. Nothing better than nice (albeit expensive) pasta for breakfast, whoo!

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And by the way, I HATE PLAYING VOLLEYBALL. Basketball.... -stares longingly-

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Sigh.

2007-07-29T00:04:00.000+08:00

Nostalgia...

I bumped into Yanling recently. And nostalgia has been gnawing at me ever since...

2 years ago, ahh! With Sharon acting extra and Xiangli (background) being narcissistic.

And then there's The Sacred Cult (http://thesacredcult.blogspot.com) that consisted of yours truly, Sharon, Enid, Meiling, Cheryl, Charisse, Karina and Sue-Anne. I still remember wearing this wire as a ring on my 4th finger (like the rest of the "cult" did) as our clique ring. And whenever we raised our hands, you would only see our 4th and smallest fingers (there are only 4 fingers)!

There used to be photos, and I have no idea where our Sacred Photo is anymore.

Our secret society then.

Those were the days. I suddenly find myself missing Sec 3 and 4 ): AND ORANGE BOWL!

But now, there's 0723 :D

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It was soooooooo tempting to post a huge photo of Cheryl, Kah Ying and Devina and I, haha.

Now there's Dodo :)

2007-07-21T22:25:00.000+08:00

Blast it all, the liquor-teacake-shop is under renovation.

I find myself being consumed in jealousy, envy and pride. Gah, I'm sinning aren't I? Why do I push away what I already have only to stare in envy when what I thought I'm about to have slips from my grasp? I don't understand myself sometimes. I find myself being caught in this predicament more and more often these days. Sigh, why do I even bother?

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This is the only only only year that my parents aren't hauled to school for le meet-the-parents sessions due to my horrible grades. I still feel that I don't deserve what I've got. Honestly.

2007-07-15T17:19:00.000+08:00

You tell me, you tell me, you tell me!

For a fleeting moment, I considered quiting drums. Now ask me why. I'm gonna tell you anyway - because I couldn't play a simple tune on the ride cymbal and using the hi-hat peddle instead of the usual way. At that point, the words of Le Drum Teacher came back to haunt me. Yesterday, I asked him, "Is (Dodo) good or is it me who's lousy?". He said something about thinking that I don't have enough practice (i.e. you're lousy). I wallowed in self-pity (and tears, pathetic aren't I?) for a full 5 minutes before trying out the tune again. And lo and behold! I could play 10 bars of the tune (on the ride cymbal, using the hi-hat peddle) before I fumbled again. Now, what is God trying to tell me? "Don't give up even though you suck?" Feeling a great sense of satisfaction, I went on to the next tune. After a few attempts, I managed to play another 10 bars of the new tune. Now what is this? You tell me, you tell me, you tell me?! When I'm determined to get it right, I don't. When I'm on the verge of giving up, I get it right. Is this Murphy's law or what?

Even though I sound victorious, I'm feeling like a piece of Bobo shit for sucking at something I truly adore.
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"Nah, I'm too full", said yours truly.

To which my mom replied, "You're full?"

"Yah."

"You're full?"

"Yah."

"You're full?"

"Yah."

This went on for another 5 minutes or so before I ignored the lady who bore me and ran away. Good Ghandi!

2007-07-14T22:58:00.001+08:00

2007-07-13T21:55:00.000+08:00

All rise.

I feel so guilty always leaving Joyce alone, sigh! Joyce, Joyce, don't sound so sad!

For some reason, I really like this photo (:

2007-07-07T23:42:00.000+08:00

Photos!

My self-proclaimed best friend and I, haha!

Haha, I just felt like posting a random photo :) Joyce and I being narcissistic.

Dodo and I through a balloon!

Haha, now everyone calls Dodo "Dodo" because of thy blog. Ah well! I don't know why but I'm darn excited about Thursday. Whoo!

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Jason Kwan, Jason Kwan, I hope you're worth it!

Joyce, don't kill me ):

2007-07-06T21:59:00.001+08:00

After spamming Joyce's tagboard, I realise I'm spamming my blog too ):

To hell with it! I got tagged by Shermaine-le-CNNY-vice-chairperson!

Rules of the game:
Each player of this game starts off with ten weird things or habits or little known facts about yourself. People who get tagged must write in a blog of their own ten weird things or habits or little known facts as well as state this rule clearly. At the end, you must choose six people to be tagged and list their names. No tag backs!

10 whatever things
1. I have a boyfriend who is actually cute (everyone says I don't look like I have one)
2. I dislike studying, most of the time (some people say I look nerdy -_-")
3. I'm afraid of (name censored for this author fears for the person's life)
4. I'm a bookworm.
5. I only read romance and fantasy novels. There, I said it!
6. I play with my retainers a lot ):
7. I'm obsessed with Orange Bowl.
8. I stare at pretty girls.
9. I'm supposed to be doing PW now!
10. I'm afraid of thunders and the dark.

TAGS
Joyce, Selena, Li Jie, Sharon, Bobo shit, Celestine.

2007-07-06T21:14:00.000+08:00

Such a bhb post, sigh.

My lovely cousin, Jie, came by the other day.

She stared the ring Dodo gave me about one and a half years ago and said, "this ring got a lot of sentimental value is it? All the diamantes drop out already, hahahahahaaa!"

On hindsight, I think Dodo was really sweet. What with the honeymoon period and stuff. I cried over that ring because it was so romantic, it could have been a marriage proposal. (haha!) I cried over this notepad thingy that he wrote me too - it had the sweetest song lyrics on Earth written on each sticky that said "A note ~~from~~ to Chloe". And I almost cried over the Anna Sui mirror, haha. Ah yes, this author is a hopeless romantic. Kill me.

I'm reallyyyyyyyy happy that my best friend (it may be one-sided but I don't care, I'm declaring Joyce my best friend, haha! You know, like how some people declare Josh D* their boyfriend?) doesn't give my boyfriend weird looks. You know, I would include Selena too, except that she doesn't feel that way for me ):

And I think that it's reallyyyyyyy cool both Joyce and I are considering taking either Economics or Psychology in university. Add that to the same L1R5, our parents having the same occupation, having the same marks for the chem sample exam, having the same bag, having the same earrings, (going to) have the same pencil box, both knowing Dodo's housefly of a friend and sharing an obsession of staring at pretty girls; I think Joyce and I have a lot in common. Haha! There's more but I can't think of any at the moment ):

*I don't want to be googled ergo the abbreviated name :D

2007-07-06T19:39:00.000+08:00

A rather frivolous post

Bah! Project work is a pain in the (insert inappropriate word)! No matter, I'm rather cheered by my midyear results. They aren't fantastic but at least the best I've got to show isn't a U. Thank Ghandi, for I would have been banned from my novels if that was the case. Which, isn't a very nice predicament. The horror!

On a random note, I'm rather happy about my blog's flagging page loads. This shows that the person who has been constantly refreshing my page has finally found something better to do, haha. I would post the graph of this blog's page loads but I'm too lazy. It looks like the demand curve of a monopolistic firm :D Which, on hindsight, isn't very interesting. Good Ghandi, I'm blabbering. Allow yours truly to end thy post with a quote then!

Quote of the Day!

"When you and (name censored for this author fears for her life) are together, you two are horrible!"

"When you and Joyce are together, you two are vegetable!", replies Horrible 1. (You know, like Banana in Pyjamas? Are you thinking what I'm thinking, B1 Horrible 1?)

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I know I said I was gonna end the post (hurray!), BUT (boo!) I couldn't resist typing whatever I'm about to type:

Chloe Tan
Kenneth Wan
Jason Kwan
Joyce Chee!

Joyce's name sounds so random but at least Mr and Mrs Kwan both have the same initial. Whoo!

Joyce, please don't kill me ):

2007-07-01T00:27:00.000+08:00

An experiment for you!

While I was walking around (a very crowded) Vivo City today, I suddenly thought of (one who shall not be named). Many people find her... erm, disgusting. Don't worry 0723-ers! Am not referring to you, don't want to reveal her name because I don't wanna be google-ed. Don't think you care anyway. But let's call her X. Honestly, when I saw X, I didn't think she was very pretty but neither was she very ugly. So, I looked around Vivo City and asked myself, "what if she were X? Would I still find her pretty/ average?" Whoo, turns out that the pretty people was classified under, "X would never be able to look like that" while the average people became "ugly".

Seriously, we are such biased people.

Next time, I'm gonna think to myself, "what if she were (a friend, any friend)?". Most probably I'd find the person pretty or above average.

Whoo, it seems like I'm still interested in psychology. Why on earth didn't I enroll in SIM?! Having to go through JC is like.... Pincers and 8 legs (crap/ crab). Then again, I wouldn't have made such awesome friends (you know who you are!) if I hadn't entered NY. Now I'm kinda glad I couldn't make it into AJ.

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Talking to Selena shows/ showed how much innocent/ naive I am. Or was. Whenever I'm like, "huhhhh, that actually happens?!" she'll calmly reply, "it's like that in a neighbourhood school". Suddenly, leaving St Nicks is like leaving a comfort zone, somewhere where only studies and friends matter. Somewhere where smoking is not only prohibited, but frowned upon. Somewhere where having a boyfriend is controversial. Really, I feel like a little kid all over again. Talking to Selena is like handing me a prologue to "Le birds and the bees". It's not like we talk about R(A)-ed stuff lah, but still! Having a boyfriend doesn't seem as controversial anymore...

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Whoa, my blog had 39 page loads on Friday, what the hell?

Someone even stoned at my page for, I quote, "Visit length: 4 hours, 8 mins, 55 secs". But of course, I'll never know who is it. I'll never know who visits my blog. Haha, you must have been so damned bored!

2007-06-29T23:02:00.000+08:00

The first cut is the deepest.

Selena suggested that I blog some lyrics, so here you go:

The ringtone that played during the Lit paper....

Iiiiiiiiiiiiiiii, can give you Gastby!
Gastbyyyyyyyyyyy! Gastbyyyyyyyyyyy!
x3

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-Janelle's phone rings, it was Maroon 5's makes me wonder-

"Oooh! I like that song!"

"Yeah, me too!"

Janelle replies, "nice hor!"

We bob our heads to the song until it stops abruptly.

"Oh shit, miss call!"

Hahahahahaha!

2007-06-23T22:56:00.000+08:00

Under my umbrella, ella, ella, eh, eh!

Having dinner with one's boyfriend's family is always stressful ): One will never know where to look, what to do with one's hands, whether one should stare at The Boyfriend's sister ('cos she's pretty and thou shouldth know by now that I stare at pretty girls. In envy, not because I'm on the verge of falling in love with them), whether one should initiate a conversation with Le parents, whether one is being too quiet (thou shouldth know by now that this author is very shy. No, I'm serious!), whether one is appropriately dressed and whether it's okay to help myself to the food.

It's not like I'm dining with The Boyfriend's parents for the first time; but it still unnerves me every single time. Boohoo ):

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You know you're studying too much econs when the Orange Bowl uncle shows you his AR, MC, MR curves. You also know that you're heading towards hell at full speed when you score 28/60 for the mock chem paper. (Sorry Joyce, I don't mean you!)

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Joyce: It's all your fault. I suddenly felt like buying little miss t-shirts and so I walked into NUM. You made me spend $59.90 on a T-shirt. Gahhhhhhhh -foams-.

Hmm, I wonder if I'll dream about the NUM staff showing me the company's AC, MC, MR curves, laugh in my face and say, "because of people like you, we're earning supernormal profits!". Cue evil laughter.

2007-06-22T22:15:00.000+08:00

I had a horrible horrible nightmare last night - I dreamt that Orange Bowl (from St. Nicks) was no longer in operation. The uncle even showed me his AC curve, MC curve, AR curve (his firm is under a monopoly, you see). He told me that the AC curve his too high for the price ): Noooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!

2007-06-22T20:53:00.000+08:00

This just can't be summerrrrrrrrrr loooooooooove, you'll see.

"And I don't want the world to see me. Cause I don't think that they'd understand. When everything's made to be broken. I just want you to know who I am..."

Said with wide-eyed innocence, "But I know who you are."

Haha, I thought it was very funny.

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Whoo, we met up on Monday to study at the National Library. The library opens at 9 and we arrived at 1030. But the study lounge was already bursting through its seams, bloody people so hardworking for what?! (We half expected Shermaine to be there, haha)

And since it was our very first outing together, I decided to take a hell lot of photos :D

(It's been 15 minutes and the photos are only 35% loaded, bloody hell!)

http://s195.photobucket.com/albums/z24/mozillawaterfox/

For Sel, Cel and Joyce's eyes only!

2007-06-16T23:58:00.000+08:00

Hey hey you you!
(Thou shouldth know by now that thee titles and posts have no link :D)

Dodo surprised me with a very sweet gesture this morning. Introducing.... LE BALLOON!

I don't think Le Balloon liked us a lot because (1) it kept knocking our heads while we were walking and (2) it decided to call somewhere other than my home home. To hell with my sentence structure. Lookie where it calls home:

Welcome to my humble abode: the ceiling of TimeZone, Parkway Parade.

'Twas really tragic. Dodo was so upset that he went on a hunt for another balloon. Introducing... ZEE BALLOON! (Digress a bit: Sugar we're going down is playing on radio now! I haven't heard it in eons! Woohoo, and sugar we're going down swingin'!)

I think it's darn cute :D

I think Zee Balloon liked us better; it didn't try to fly away, it didn't knock our heads as often and it's my ranger's colour!

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Gah, I've rented another book despite the mid-years looming about like a black cloud over my head. I just couldn't resist :(

2007-06-12T18:47:00.000+08:00

Joyce is back!

Ahh, I really shouldn't blaspheme so much. (Mr? Honourable? Reverend?!) Ghandi must now be flipping in his grave. Or at least twitch everytime I say "Oh my Ghandi/ Good Ghandi/ By Ghandi/ For Ghandi's sake/ GhandiDammit" and so on...

Really, this reminds me of inequality.

If 3 < x < 7, what is 3 < |x| <7?

Ergo, if 3 < God < 7, what is 3 < Ghandi < 7?

I must be going crazy. Must be the novels.

Speaking of which, I did a little calculation the other day and realised that I've spent at least $25o renting/buying books last year. (Assuming that each book cost $5 to rent) :( Noooooo.

2007-06-09T22:49:00.000+08:00

And vice versa;

This photo, I like :)

2007-06-09T22:23:00.000+08:00

Go go power rangers!

Oh my Ghandi, Celestine actually thinks of me as a mugger. A mugger. Me, Mrs Chloe Wan (tehehe :D), a mugger. Ha! Just ask those from St. Nicks! They'll probably snicker and say "mugger my (insert inappropriate word)!" Maybe it's because I keep asking Cel, Sel and Joyce (if only Joyce's name was Celeste or something. Then it'll be Cel, Sel and Cele, haha!) out to study. Then again, only 2 of the many study sessions were productive. Both of which, I was with Joyce. Aha, I shall call Joyce my studying twin henceforth! Speaking of that silly girl, I still don't know whether she's back -_-"

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My recent attempts at pull-ups (the guy one, not incline pull-ups) have finally been met with some sucess! I am now able to pull myself halfway up! And that is more than I can say for some guys. Specifically the one Wei Yi calls ASean. Ughhh, disgusting. M18, indeed! (inside joke).

You go girl! Have a happy period!

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I'm bored, from Cel's blog:

Name 11 people you can think of right OFF THE TOP OF YOUR HEAD. Don't read the questions underneath until you write the names of all 11 people. This is a lot funnier if you actually randomly list the names first.. No cheatin'.......

1. Joyce
2. Gan
3. Jon
4. ZJ
5. HF
6. LiJie
7. Celestine
8. BeanBoh
9. Dododododododo :)
10. Shermaine
11. Blue ranger (whoever that is, I only know who's red, pink and yellow!)

DON'T LOOK AHEAD UNLESS YOU FILLED UP THE TOP!!

HOW DID YOU MEET #4?
~ Classmate.

DO YOU LIKE ANYONE IN HERE ?
~ Like as in... like? Oooooooh, hell yeah. Dodododododo :)

WHAT WOULD YOU DO IF YOU HADN'T MET #1
~ "OMG. THEN I WONT HV MY TWIN. )):" <- Cel's answer AND I AGREE! What will I do without Joyce?! Oh the horror!

WHAT WOULD YOU DO IF #2 AND # 6 WERE GOINGOUT?
~ Err, that would be weird. Simple because... They're both girls?

HOW OLD IS #8
~ 17, I think.

WHAT WOULD YOU DO IF #5 CONFESSED THAT HE/SHE LOVES YOU ?
~ I would be thinking, "crazy woman".

WHOS #10'S BEST FRIEND
~ Err... Athena! Good Ghandi, I remembered!

HAVE YOU EVER EATEN AROUND #1 ?
~ Duh.

DO YOU MISS #2?
~ Yes yes yes! Stupid girl always pangseh us.

WHAT DO YOU THINK OF # 11?
~ Erm... Blue is a nice colour, heh.

WHAT DO YOU THINK OF # 9?
~ He's so handsome.... Cue sigh. And I'm not just saying that because he's my boyfriend!

WHAT WOULD YOU DO IF #4 AND #7 WERE GOING OUT?
~ OH MY GHANDI. Doesn't that say it all?!

WHO DOES #2 LIKE ?
~ Considering I'm the only one Selena has ever said "I love you too" to, I can safely assume that SHE LIKES ME! I don't care if she's said it to someone else, ignorance is bliss!

HAVE YOU EVER BEEN INSIDE #8 HOUSE?
~ Err, no.

WOULD YOU MARRY #3?
~ HELL NO. THAT'S... THAT'S.... GHANDI DAMMIT, INCESTUOUS! Literally!

DO YOU LOVE #10?
~ Since Shermaine reads my blog, my answer is NO. Muahahaha!!!!

EVER SLEPT IN THE SAME ROOM AS ANY OF THE NUMBERS?
~ Does the living room count?

DO YOU TRUST THEM?
~ With what?

2007-06-08T22:46:00.000+08:00

BLOOOOOOOOODY HELL. Blogger just had to eat up one blooooooooody long post :( I hate you, blogger, I hate you.

2007-06-07T15:41:00.000+08:00

As the days go by, Celestine, Selena and I begin to realise that...

WE MISS JOYCE!

Who is probably eating chocolates right now (for some inexplicable reason, Selena seems to think that Joyce is eating chocolates 24/7 just because she's in England. What if Joyce went to Belgium instead? Hmm...)

Joyce is the only person (other than Dodo) willing to trot all over Singapore to study with me and I miss her!

2007-06-03T14:31:00.000+08:00

After taking Sharon's quiz...

Take My Quiz on
QuizYourFriends.com

Idiotic, people had to log in for the previous test. So I created an exact same one. Damned curious to know what Dodo would score, haha.

2007-05-27T12:09:00.001+08:00

BAH! Bloody demoralizing seeing ex-schoolmates in Raffles, Hwa Chong, National, Victoria, Temasek and ANDERSON!

2007-05-25T20:30:00.000+08:00

Piece of bobo shit!

Hahahaha!

"Lets make the best of this pile of shit we're in. We're already in a pile of shit, and it doesn't mean that the other pile of shit smells nicer."
-Mrs. Lim S.H.

From Cel's blog. A comment Mrs Lim made when Shermaine said that she should have chosen the Poly route.

2007-05-25T19:54:00.000+08:00

Wo ai, wo ai shen ni ge la!

Up till this day, I wonder how and why our friendship crumbled. From best best best best best friends to enemies to acquaintances. I remember you telling me, "Chloe, you're a great friend" when I told you that I didn't mean to ~~outdo~~ upset you. I didn't even know you were unhappy with me until virtual strangers came up to me and told me you mailed them a message that insinuated a whole lot (or at least that's what they told me). Don't think you'll remember that episode, but I'll never forget it. I even remember once telling you that I'll you rather than any guy. You didn't reply. Perhaps that was the beginning of the end after all...

Funny, at this point, even the the post seems like I'm criticizing you again (I'm not, btw), I still feel distinctly attached to you. Ahh, nostalgia. I do miss St. Nicks so.

I am, however, grateful that you introduced Dodo to me. Oh yes, I'll always love you for that.

Anger is a scary emotion. Have you ever got so angry that you shook? Have you ever teared uncontrollably because you were so damned bloody angry? It was scary. Very scary.

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On a lighter note:

I SMACK YOU LAH! Haha, sorry, inside joke.

2007-05-19T22:49:00.000+08:00

A not-so-frivolous post!

I was stoning through Lit lecture on Friday when it occurred to me that that very second of my life was being wasted away and that I will never be able to relive it again. Then I thought of how I had stoned through (certain) Econs, Lit, Chem, Chinese, Math and (all) GP lectures. Oh my Ghandi, I've wasted so much of my life stoning through lessons. Life seems so trivial now! Bah, I sound melancholic. Frivolous blog posts be damned :D

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I'm now wasting precious time blogging.

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For the sake of Joyce's entertainment :(

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The things I do for my... erm... Joey? (today's Saturday :D, I'm Chloyce on even days)

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Something random:

Dododuck, WILL YOU MARRY ME?! Haha :D

2007-05-18T22:04:00.000+08:00

Together we build!

It was an odd sight. 1/4 of 0723 gathered in front of the TV in the canteen during common lunch break to catch the much anticipated "together we build" episode. We actually squeaked (or shrieked, I'm not quite sure which. It went something like "Eek, Joooooyce!") when Joyce finally made her appearance during the episode as a reporter for CNNY. Our squeaks (or shrieks) earned us quite a few curious (fine, irritated) stares from those queuing for western food and waffles; but we were too excited to care :D Poor Joyce was so embarrassed, she refused to enter the canteen until the last line was spoken - "together we build"

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Ruolin: Joyce, why would you wanna say something so corny and random?!

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On a side note:

Hi Joyce, hi Celestine!

2007-05-11T19:17:00.000+08:00

Hehe Haha Hoho!

"Where's Joey and Chloyce?"
"Who the hell are they?"
"Oh shit, I meant Chloe and Joyce."

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"Joyce! Joyce! Joyce!"
-looks at me, waiting for a response-

Joyce: What are you doing?!

"Oh shit, I meant to call Chloe!"

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First , our names got mixed up. Now, it's a total switch. Bean is such a BeanBoh. Haha! Couldn't stop laughing!

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On a random note:
I'm so happy! I only did 14 marks out of 20 marks of the entire paper and still managed to scrape a B for Econs :D :D :D

Haha, but I scored an E for Chemistry :D 6 marks of careless mistakes, beat that!

Oh oh! And my Chinese improved! From 7/30 to 8.5/30 -___-"

2007-05-04T21:39:00.000+08:00

Don't bother reading, it's hardly coHEREnt.

Bah, reading the Virginia Tech massacre had me trembling. And I made everyone read it, haha! Joyce and I looked really book-wormish reading while walking to the canteen. We now have identical bags and earrings, whee! Kinda freaky to have so many things in common with her, from the same L1R5 to our parent's jobs. Bah, conversing in English and Chinese simultaneously is screwing me up real bad!

Ps: is coherent pronounced as co-he-rent or co-here-ent? Mrs Boo keeps saying co-HERE-ent. It's grating on my already frayed nerves...

2007-04-27T21:44:00.000+08:00

Oh my Guanyinmah.

For some reason, I'm always posted to a crazy crazy class. Shermaine calls everyone "bao bei". Joyce calls Shermaine "bao bei" and shouts for me when she can't find me (:D). Lynn calls me honey. I call Janelle "James" and Joyce "John". They call me Charles. Damn, I would've been a "Christopher" weren't for Christopher!

On a weirder note, ZJ does a hilarious imitation of xxxx. Whatever can! Freakshit...

2007-04-24T20:36:00.000+08:00

Mr Darcy!

I've been pestering Joyce a lot lately; asking her what kind of guy she likes. And she just messaged me a very cute reply:

...you know what i look for in a guy? MR DARCY! haha.

Yes, Mr Darcy from Pride and Prejudice. The last scene's so very-very-oh-my-Ghandi sweet! Damn NY library's DVD. It just had to hang at "I love you" :(

Joyce is so cute, she's my new les partner :D

2007-04-22T17:24:00.000+08:00

:(

I didn't know the extent of damage 9-months-of-not-speaking-Chinese did to me until I entered NY. For some odd reason, we alternate between Chinese and English during conversations; mostly Chinese though. Oh my tian, my Chinese is atrocious :( I scored a not-so-glamorous 7 out of 30 for my very first Chinese compo, beat that!

2007-04-15T00:22:00.000+08:00

I love lit.

Hahahaha, Dodo quit, so no one (read: 0723) knows where to find him now! Shermaine can't shout "go pepper lunch!" anymore! Yay :D

2007-04-05T21:05:00.000+08:00

Hey 23, hey 23.

0723 is so freaking bonded, it scares me.

For some weird reason, I'm acting more les(bian) now than when I was in St. Nicks. Oh, the irony. Don't get me wrong, I'm still very much in love with my Dodo and Shermaine is still very much in love with her boyfriend. It's just that Shermaine and I les around a lot recently :D

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Oh what a frivolous post.

2007-03-24T22:48:00.000+08:00

BBQ at ECP :D

Dodo and I have been wanting to go to ECP in a long long while. And we finally did, albeit it took us 9 months to get to it, haha!

We bought the instant BBQ thingy instead of booking a pit.

Twas fun :D The only drawback was that there was sand all over -_-" Yes, over the food as well. Wow whee. I knew we should've placed the BBQ thingy on the bench!

Gazing at the star-lit sky with Dodo seated beside me, munching on yummy seafood, makes me a happy happy girl. Yay :)

Dodo blew a HUGE balloon... thing after the BBQ. My (much) smaller one got stuck to it by mistake.

Prettiest item of the year:

My (very expensive) Anna Sui mirror amidst lecture notes. Silly Dodo bought me the original Anna Sui mirror instead of a fake one. I vow to stare at the mirror everyday. Just because.

2007-03-23T23:04:00.000+08:00

Double date on Good Friday, whoo. That's gonna be interesting.

2007-03-16T21:00:00.000+08:00

Random, frivolous post.

I suddenly miss my friends from St. Nicks a lot.

Ang Kah Ying.
Cheryl Seow.
Devina H. S.
Secondary 4 Grace.

:(

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My new class gets high all the time. All the time.

0723.

I like over-enthu classes.

Whee?

2007-03-16T20:49:00.000+08:00

Teacakes. Teacakes. Teacakes.

I have this inexplicable urge to bake since... the day I started craving teacakes (from the V Tea Room, not just any teacake)? Bah, the cake and cookies ~~Dodo and~~ I tried to bake turned out like crap. Dodo decided the other day that he'll not tolerate my wanting to bake anymore and told me to use my own oven if I wanted to bake :(

"Meanie."
"I'm not Minnie, I'm Goofy!"
"..."

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Tribe outing on Saturday night at Marina Bay. It clashes with Dodo's sister's 21st birthday. How?! This should be an easy decision since Dodo and I just had steamboat at Marina Bay with his friends barely two weeks ago. But... but... I missed out on all the fun on Day 3 of O2. Because I was... ahem ahem. Sick. How how :(

2007-03-16T11:01:00.000+08:00

My poor Dodo had to work late last night. But he looks damn cute in the uniform :D Ahem.

Coversation of the week:

Kwai Hoong: You got boyfriend ah?
Shermaine: No!
K: How old is he?
S: Don't have!
K: Is he cute?
S: I don't have boyfriend!
K: What school is he from?
-Shermain runs away-

HAHAHAHAHAHAHA.

ERPS.

2007-03-11T13:39:00.000+08:00

To hell with prawn fishing.

Dodo and I spent 3 hours at Farmart feeding, instead of catching, prawns (we kept losing the bait) while the uncle opposite us caught an endless stream of prawns. Therefore, the total number of prawns caught in that 3 hours : zilch.

Whee! Random photo:

While we were kite-flying on Monday. Lying on the grass, underneath my Elmo umbrella, staring at our kites and the clouds...

2007-03-09T22:23:00.000+08:00

:D :D :D

2007-03-02T22:53:00.000+08:00

Totally random stuff.

Tir Alainn Trilogy by Anne Bishop is love!

Posting results will be out on the 6th. School starts on the 7th. Asdghjkl?! What uniform am I to wear?!

And Ang Kah Ying owes me a message! Argh.

And I owe Ang Kah Ying 5 bucks -_-"

2007-02-25T14:00:00.000+08:00

Kite-flying is love!

For some inexplicable reason, I keep saying flight-kying instead of kite-flying.

Our very first kite from Toys R Us! Only $1.95!

Did you know that the string has to be tied to the kite at a certain angle for the kite to fly high? We didn't. Our first kite was such a faliure, so we bought another cheapo paper kite :D

Look how high it flew! Our kite's that dot at the top ->

We were so proud of it :D

Until the kite flew off on it's own -_-"

2007-02-23T21:44:00.000+08:00

:( :( :( :( :( :(

I forgot to bring oranges to Dodo's when I visited!

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2007-02-16T17:48:00.000+08:00

Valentine's day dinner at Menotti!

To hell with interesting stuff to put on blogs. I'm gonna start posting frivolous entries like (as if I haven't already): I just had my manicure done. Pfft! I swear I'm gonna sue the manicurist. She broke my nail... Daddy! I want a pony!

That was an example. Doesn't make any sense anyway. Bah, I'm babbling....

Anyway, dinner included two glasses of sparkling wine. Dodo kept trying to steal my wine, thinking that I'll get drunk. Well, considering I got slightly drunk the other day sipping sake, I think he has a cause for concern. I think it's pretty ->

Everything was so heart-shape-y. Even the plate of king scallop (yes, a single scallop) had heart-shaped sugar cubes sprinkled on it. I like the desert :)

There's something about me and smiley faces these days. Because I communicate with my "customers" online, I can't smile at them. (E.g. Sorry I can't provide postage for that :) I'm already making a loss selling this to you at $__ :)) So I type it in. Oh yes, I have been saying a lot of "sorry"s too. Friendly service, eh! And all I got was one pathetic feedback. And I got it only because I wrote her one. When I decide to get them to write me feedbacks (E.g. "Could you please leave me a fb? I'll leave you one too!" Ala customer A), they play dead. To hell with good service T_T

Ahem, I digress. But what's the point of a frivolous post without digressing and talking about other frivolous stuff? Like:

Bah, I can't stand it, why must the release of O level results occur just before CNY. I can just imagine the "How did you do?", "Oh, I thought this year St. Nicholas did very well?", "Never mind lah, tried your best la hor?"~~Then they smirk and tell their children, "she got 11."~~ (Don't think my relatives are that evil.) I think I should stick to telling them the number of distinctions. Sounds wayyyyyy better. In retrospect, I think kinda enjoyed languishing at home for the first 3 months :) No, wait, I enjoyed waking up late. Aye, that was it.

Oh darn it, I'm speaking Shakespear-y again. Blasted historical novels (What did you think I did the whole time?!).

I digress. Again :) :) :) :) (Too hell with the insincerity that comes with a smiley face!)

Now, where was I? Oh yes, Valentine's day dinner. The restaurant had quite a nice ambience, albeit a little too crammed for my liking. Hell, for anyone's liking. Ah wells, I love Valentine's day, everywhere's pink and... pink! Ahahaha. It feels a little weird walking around without a rose though (I didn't want Dodo spending $5 on a bloody rose just so that I could walk around with it). Every girl in sight had at least 2 bouquets of flowers. I'm serious. Then there were girls with heart-shaped balloons. But, hey, I have the best Valentine's day present yet!

AHA! You thought I was going to say "I have Dodo", didn't you? Well, that too, and this:

Dodo had a rose frozen in ice :) So pretty... Oh my, I just realised that this photo shows a little of his face. Whoo, the wonders of a 7.2 mega pixel camera. Speaking of Dodo, he hasn't been feeling well lately... I'm kidding. About going to digress, not about Dodo being unwell. Yes, yes, in poor taste, I know.

Whee, I think I'm done typing my Longest Post Ever. Yay! I shall consider titling my next post: Longer Than The Longest Post Ever. And I'll make sure it's aptly titled. Cue sardonic smile.

By the by, EPIC MOVIE SUCKS.

2007-02-11T12:41:00.000+08:00

Another reason to throttle Dev:

I figured that I wouldn't have cried as badly as I did, knowing that it's an 11 and not a 9, if Dev hadn't announced happily, "9 points lah!"

Bah.

2007-02-09T22:28:00.000+08:00

I hereby announce that I want to throttle Devina.

The tearing 6-pointer took a look at my result slip and said "I think you can go Top 5." I stared at her incredulously as she tore the unopened letter, bearing my L1R5, from my hands.

"9 POINTS LAH!"

I shrieked and jumped for joy, shocking an unsuspecting Cheryl. Can go Anderson JC leh!!! Then I took a closer look at the letter.

L1R5: 11 L1R4: 09

Bloody hell.

2007-02-02T22:25:00.000+08:00

Thursday was like a 4G class gathering of sorts. It was darn scary to be waiting at the bus stop, reading my book one minute and have 1/4 of the class alight a bus and surround you the next. I was wondering why 1/4 of 4G appeared out of nowhere, without any warning. Then I noticed SongPing wearing the Hwa Chong shirt. Is that the NJC badge I see pinned on Sue-Anne's collar? And another, and another, and another (NJC/ Hwa Chong badge). No wonder, all from Bukit Timah.

It was really nice though, donning the SNGS uniform, going back to school again.

Random fact: Orange Bowl is a must-eat for ex-students. Even KahYing chose to eat $1.50 worth of noodles! Albeit taking very long -_-" Hehehe, we even promised to meet up early in the morning on Result Day for breakfast (Read: Orange Bowl).

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I don't know why, but I'm dreading Result Day. Cheryl feels the same too :(

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For the benefit of non-SNGS students:

What is Orange Bowl?

It's a stall that sells wonderful, die-die-must-try, yummy fish ball noodles/kway teow etc.

Why call it Orange Bowl?

'Cos the bowl's orange in colour -_-" By the way, the stall has a name of its own :D

Dang, I'm babbling...

2007-01-21T00:28:00.000+08:00

Bah! Just when I got all worked up reading about IB and the schools that offer it, the cost of it all burst my happy little pink (apparently, pink represents the highest of all good-s, forgot where I read it from) bubble. $11,000 per semester... $9,100 per semester plus $1,000 enrolment fee....

:(

Bah! Bah! Bah! Bah! Bah! My mom could only stare at me when I asked, "is that a lot?"

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2007-01-12T21:41:00.000+08:00

"My name is Paul, your name is not!"

"My name is not 'not'!"

"Hello Notnot!"

"..."

2007-01-05T22:27:00.000+08:00

It feels damn weird to be back in St. Nicks as an ex-student. Darn it, should have eaten Orange Bowl. Now why didn't I think of that?

2007-01-01T23:54:00.000+08:00

Bah, it took me a while to realise "crispy on the outside, soft and moist on the inside" isn't right for a brownie. Crispy on the outside = chao tar. Other than that, it was great. Now if someone would help us finish it up...

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I'm a romance-novelict. Dang it.