Cherie.

I was never away.
I just wasn't here.
I was busy - exploring my life. Not through the damn Internet. Get out of here if you're ever gonna learn something.
Amazing stuff I did. Nope, not drugs or such thereof. But things that needed to be done or mended. Like bucking up my grades, discovering my passion and holding out time. I live.
Cliche as it sounds, it's not. Feeling like you've made full use of your time? It's wonderful.
Someone once told me," It's not how long you get to live. It's how much you make of your time."
I have to agree that's how life works. It's like an escalator - always up and on. Life moves, and you move with it too, and make something out of it.
I maybe young, but that doesn't handicap me. I can't do many things, but I can do something.
Looking to how I was last year? One word - terrible. Another word? Naiive. And another? Sad.
My secret?
Find a philosophy. Live it. Find an inspiration. Achieve it. Got a dream. Fufill it. Find someone. Cherish them. Think about the time. There's none to lose.
It's simple. But it takes time to get hold of this idea. So yea, figure it out.
I'll be back.
Ciao!

Labels: Life meaning

I have nothing to lose.
So I'll just go crazy.

Been a long time, hasn't it.
Blogging is now an official chore.

Cheryl, I swear, you have no chance.
It's like sticking your head in the oven without turning on the switch and just waiting for it to melt.
Really.
He has too many girlfriends.
Although I made you a pinky promise.

We took class photo today.
The amazing 2e4.
With the gleaming trophy.

it's been a Looooooooong time since we last saw Spermmamn.
Although it was just when we spoke to him.
(:
Shameless us.

I feel like I've been tattooed when Cheryl stamped footballs my hand and arms and Charlene drew a heart on the back of my hand.

Cheryl, Charlene and I were comparing the number of boys we know.
Charlene won.
With her tennis friends and Kulka.
Aha, it just refreshed my memory of bring in a mixed school before.
Although I think girls' school is more preferable.
Really.
Oh yeah, I didn't count Spermman.

I got into Public Speaking.
Speaking about Homosexuality.
Homosexuals, be proud of me.
I'm standing up for you guys!

I use only black pen to write.

I use only 6B to draw.

Period.

I stopped sketching after I lost my Omni 6B pencil.

I might not write nicely again until I've bought my favourite black pen.

I'm going to have to buy them all.

The end.

Oh yes, I'm that strange.

Sports day is just thoroughly energy draining.
But it was worth-it although I was running around like mad woman and got sunburnt, for our class was the level champion.
AGAIN.
But being Sports Captain was so tiring and busy.
Luckily there's Charlene and thanks CHeryl for helping me look after my camera.
2nd for the CCA 4x100m relay for clubs.
Okay its cool I've got 2 CCA's.
Woohoo.

Our class, again, got 100% for average score of >60% in the level.
2/4 rocks okay.
And our class tee is so adorable!

Someone's so dumb.
Dumbo, bohdo.

Nani is Nehneh.
HAH.
Cesc Fabregas is hot.
Robin van Persie is hot too.
Okay, I think Micheal Carrick is euqually hot.

First thought when I wake up is
My God he's beautiful

I have suffered an embrrassment I do not wish to talk about.
And it concerns like us, me, we, he.
And by we I mean my friends.
I am so moving on to conquer another, with my friends, duh!

Ah, okay.
Sports Day on Wed at Bedok Stadium.
Looking forward.
Love our class banner, awesome.
Klar said our class tee is good.

I love Adela Foo Min.
She cares about how embarrassed I will be and what I should do.
AHH.

I messed up my Lit test.
Angry at myself for messing up my best sbuject.
Where will all the A1's go then?

Charlene, Cheryl and I made up a great song for our music project.
It's a lovely and wonderful.
And it goes "ding din dong dong" somewhere in the chorus.

Charlene and I love dreaming.
Dreaming is an essential thing okay, it makes you happy.
We dreamed that there is a...
-secret-
I shan't tell.
=X

Ah, time fast.
Its crazy.
How last year past like a breeze.

The world is going crazy.
I shall find another island of peace.
And reach Nervana there.
Ommm...

[Note: Cherie is Cherie. Gifts and curses is Hazel. Any coincidence or mishap of such a not due to this conversation.]

Cherie says:
why all adrians in soccer one?
Gifts and curses says:
dont know
Gifts and curses says:
oh
Gifts and curses says:
you know rooney was supposed to be named adrian instead of wayne
Gifts and curses says:
COOL RIGHT.
Gifts and curses says:
HAHA.
Cherie says:
what a coincidence
Cherie says:
real cool
Cherie says:
too many adrians in soccer already
Cherie says:
hm, if only we can put them in netball
Gifts and curses says:
lol
Gifts and curses says:
yeah
Gifts and curses says:
guys playing netball
Gifts and curses says:
>>
Cherie says:
haha whats with that LOOK??
Gifts and curses says:
then what
Gifts and curses says:
=P
Gifts and curses says:
:)
Cherie says:
haha
Cherie says:
lets think about what they should wear when they are playing netball
Gifts and curses says:
argh
Gifts and curses says:
skirts
Gifts and curses says:
ahaha.
Cherie says:
haha with tight tight singlets
Cherie says:
should we make a rule to have them shave armpits?
Gifts and curses says:
WHAT
Gifts and curses says:
hmm
Gifts and curses says:
maybe wax
Gifts and curses says:
more better.
Gifts and curses says:
HAHA.
Cherie says:
HAHA
Cherie says:
what about leg hair??
Cherie says:
do we ask them to shave too?
Gifts and curses says:
hm
Gifts and curses says:
we should just ask them to wax the whole body
Gifts and curses says:
:D
Cherie says:
AHA!
Cherie says:
yes, that would be fantastic
Cherie says:
you're a genius!
Gifts and curses says:
of course
Gifts and curses says:
ahaha.
Cherie says:
haha
Cherie says:
eh i have to do my things already
Cherie says:
stupid art homewrok
Cherie says:
talk to you tomorrow!
Gifts and curses says:
haha okaye!
Gifts and curses says:
see you!
Cherie says:
(:

Funny funny.

HAPPY APRIL FOOL'S.

Haha, got caught in a prank.
That required us to do a 400 words essay on Pcasso and 200 word essay on Acids and Alkalis.
Luckily I asked Adlina shortly after I opened Microsoft Words.

It's been an exhilirating day today.

That I'm not a princess, this ain't a fairy tale
I'm not the one you sweep off her feet,
Lead her up the stairwell
This ain't Hollywood, this is a small town,
I was a dreamer before you went and let me down
Now it's too late for you
And your white horse, to come around

Hi, I'm here to announce that AMG has got a new name - Spermman.
I finally saw Spermman at the traffic junctions when going to school.
Lucky me.
But Cassie keeps seeing HAMs at her OTHER bus stop at Orchard.
One even cause her to hyperventilate by flicking his phone around and pacing back and froth.
And many many others.
Lucky her.
P.S. "Spermman" is coined by Casse, although she refuses to use it. It's derived from "Superman".

Okay, so, the problem is I'm not updating my blog.
Don't know, don't care.

Class Comm training is surprisingly interesting and very engaging.
Uh huh, this is very enlighting; knowing how to deal with people of different sort of personalities, how to be a good leader and stuff.
The trainer's pretty cool and funny too.

I have to go to school tomorrow at 8.30 for some Subject Combination thing.
Ugh, I can't sleep in. ):

Pfft, I'm confused.
Is our school hosting Indonesian people for YOG or AYG?
Hopefully, it is for AYG.
But hey, it's better than hosting people from Malaysia.
Cheryl -"The schools who host Malaysia is worse than Indonesia. Thy just take bus across the Causeway can already. Al least Indonesia still have to take plane."
:o There's truth in it.
Oh yea, I'm buying ticktets to catch Gymnastics for AYG.

This is the line that is said everyday -"Hi, what is the approximate time you guys are sitting on the swing?"
We're lucky, they're good.

'Australia' is undounbtly the greatest film I've ever seen.
I've cried much more times than I ever remeber crying in 'Titanic'.
My eyes were practically super-glued to the screen.
And the plot is just amazing.
I cried when the Nullah's mother died, when Flynn died and when Magari died, up till the very end.
And I'm planning to watch it, all over again, perhaps until I've memorised every single line.

Went out with Cass, Cheryl, Hazel and Charlene yesterday to Orchard Cineleisure.
Muhaha, I didn't wear skirt.
Watched "He's Just Not That Into You".
So yes, now if a guy punched me, I know he likes me.
Gigi said, "We are all programmed to believe that if a guy acts like a total jerk that means he likes you. "
HAHA I love Mary too. "I had this guy leave me a voicemail at work, so I called him at home, and then he emailed me to my BlackBerry, and so I texted to his cell, and now you just have to go around checking all these different portals just to get rejected by seven different technologies. "
I hate Anna. Stupid mistress and ugly fat biatch!
Ugh okay, I hate Ben too.
But I want to be Beth, I mean because Neil is just so romantic.
Okay, maybe I just want to be Gigi, becuase she gets Alex.
Yea I don't mind watching it again.
Bought my mom's present.
Ah, we didn't see any AMGs there. Sad thing it is.

My toe nails are of quirky colours.
But I think its cool.
Hot pink on the left and torquoise on the right.

-

Gigi: So what now I'm just supposed to turn from every guy who doesn't like me?
Alex: Uh. Yeah!
Gigi: There's not gonna be anybody left.

Girls are taught a lot of stuff growing up: if a boy punches you he likes you, never try to trim your own bangs, and someday you will meet a wonderful guy and get your very own happy ending. Every movie we see, every
tory we're told implores us to wait for it: the third act twist, the unexpected declaration of love, the exception to the rule. But sometimes we're so focused on finding our happy ending we don't learn how to read the signs. How to tell the ones who want us from the ones who don't, the ones who will stay and the ones who will leave. And maybe a happy ending doesn't include a guy, maybe it's you, on your own, picking up the pieces and starting over, freeing yourself up for something better in the future. Maybe the happy ending is just moving on. or maybe the happy ending is this: knowing after all the unreturned phone calls and broken-hearts, through the blunders and misread signals, through all the pain
and embarrassment... you never gave up hope.

Labels: I'm a cinephile.

Got back my progress report today.
Scored a 61.9%.
Ugh, gawd, I suck.
I only got 2 A's which is for Lit and Art.
Subjects which my mom labelled "you don't need a brain to do this".
Hmpf, yea, I'm brainless.

I can't wait for tomorrow.
To see Cheryl's Eugene and Brian.
And I'mma buying Cass' present.

Charlene has got a tennis match today against St Marg's.
They need truckloads of supporters.
Too bad I can't go.
I think those VS guys are so sweet, offering to cheer for our tennis team.
* Triscilla appeared in the newspaper today. See the Sports section. Rocking in hot pink jersey.

Our school softball appeared on a show on Wednesday on Channel 5, on how we beat Crescent.
I think our principal cried today when she herself was saying,"Eight time consecutive national champions."
So did the softballers.
Aww...

Hazel, Cassie and I were being sneaky and secretive around Cassie today.
-Top Secret-

Ahh! I suck at javelin, I swear.

Cassie, Hazel and Cheryl are racking their brains over what to wear to my sis' birthdy party.
IT'S JUST A PARTY.
Although Cassie did made a good point when she said there would be AMGs there, so she must wear nice nice.
Hazel suggested to Cassie to wear her Victoria's Secret dress.
While Cassie suggested to Hazel that she should wear her plunging neckline dress.
HAH.

OMG I saw my primary school pictures in facebook, posted by my former P3 form teacher.
I look so rotound and cockeye and ugly and fat.
I look like an evil monster!
AHH!

Woke up late today.
But I was still in time for E-learning.
(:(:
I haven't been a good girl today.
TAHEEEEEEEEEEEE!

I got A1 for Lit.
Well, at least I've got 2 A1's now.
1 for Art and 1 for Lit.
21/25 for written, 19/25 for performance, 8/10 for summary and 7/10 for powerpoint.
But its sucks becuase there's so many people getting a1's oo and I'm only the second highest in class.
Stupid stupid.

Okay, I've bought prizes for my sis' birthday already.
Bought it with Cheryl since Hazel and Cass couldn't make it.
And bought her present too.
Although I'm not gonna tell.

My brother is not THAT bad.
But still, he's extrememly pampered.
Period.

I got 21/25 for Lit.
Which sucks.
Because there is 3 others higher than me.
And the highest got 22.
Darn.
Cause I got 19/25 for the play and screwed the freaking powerpoint.

23/30 for English compo.
Which really kinda suck pretty much too.
Well, a lot actually.

Hazel has yet to complete her dare.
2 more boys to ask, considering that the other 1 is reserved for AMG.
Condition is that Cassie and I have to be there to witness it together.
Go Hazel.

Going out tomorrow with Cassie, Hazel and Cheryl to purchase things for my sis' birthday, since all of us are the game organisers.
And my mum is just taking advantage tha my friends and I will be there and threatened me.
So I am an unwilling participant.
Well, at least she gives me money to buy all those stuff.

So a craze asked me if we could don't put our school name in our class tee.
Don't be daft and make a fool out of yourself.
Really, please just use your common sense.

I thought Rihanna isn't much of an idiot until now.
She' stupider than in her own right mind now.
Stupid stupid stupid.
It's date violence.
Eff off Chris, you pawn of the devil.
Guilt can't be sensed from you nor seen in your eyes.
Knock some sense into her again, Chris Brown.
Hell yes, I could get a guy to marry me if I just bash and punch him.
Another new way of proposing, I suppose.

My brother is such a shit ass.
He's so spoilt and pampered and lazy and inconsiderate and stupid and dumb.
Probably all because of my father spoiling him.
He recieved a $99 toy when he was just 3, from my father. And I'm 14 now and have yet to recieve a $99 toy.
I guess is pretty obvious that my father is plain bias to him.
Luckily I have got enough maternal love.
So much for my father who claims he sin't bias.
Cut the crap.
And stop lying.
Oh my gosh, he's like crying now because he doesn't wants to do his things. What a sucker.
He who disrupts our sleep becuase he himself can't sleep and cries like a shit ass idiot, is an ass hole.
He who cracks sick jokes and insults my sister and I in such a very foul language at 9 isn't going to be a polished apple.
9 he might be, but 0 in his childish mind.

Everyone just seems to be getting stupider and stupider and stupider.