TREE -courtesy of abigailho

adorable! -courtesy of charissa lu

#102: ZEcentric

this post will be dedicated to zhen er.

why zhen er, you may ask.

well, there are a number of reasons (ooh! another chance to make a list!)
1. she's adorable, in a stupidly-retarded wonderful way
2. she's funny, in a stupidly-retarded wonderful way
3. she's amazing, in a stupidly-retarded wonderful way
4. also, she's my partner in crime. (on what charge? later.)

here is some stupidly-retarded wonderful zhener goodness:

photogenically picture perfect!

behold the lovely zhener (a prefect, no less), doing what she does best. her daily ritual of dissecting her meal from Stall 6, plastic spoon, fingers and all (complete with her stupidly-retarded wonderful expression).

our CRIMES
okay, actually it's not a total crime. it's just that we are so fabulously sexy (me, on non-pinafore-culottes-tuesdays, and zhener everyday because she is a PREF*CT) it warrants an arrest. dances, raps, cheers, songs. our performances are held every tuesday (when abbyk and i are not held up by benben) in the 316 classroom.

original pieces (in chronological order):
1. Store ICs Cheer
2. Terror
3. Sexy Pinafore
4. that latin dance i cant remember called what. the really dramatic romantic one (you know those kinds when the guys have roses in between their teeth)

personally, i find sexy pinafore very liberating but embarrassing.


zhener's CRIMES
did you know zhener is an amazing dancer? really really. im serious. very unconventional moves too. not the really really good zhengning kind, but fantabulous in a very-original and undiscovered way.

zhener also gets away with alot of things alot of people can never do. or say.

1. she told pauline chia to shut up (well, told her to "keep quiet lah, im trying to talk!")
2. she said alot of stupid terrible things to may tan, and made her laugh. (amazing right!)
3. she called may tan a "Ditcher" to her face
4. oh yes. zhen er and mr ang. mr ang approached zhen er's desk one day, and repriminded her,
"Why you always eat! You never do!"

REALLY OKAY. the amazing stupidly-retarded wonderfulness of low zhen er can never be fully comprehended until you find yourself in the same class as her.

#101: dalmatians?

actually, my thoughts are far from canines right about now.

last year, it was all about fooling around at blogskins.com

this year, i have an all-new venture.
it's fresh! it's new! it's mighty grand.
i won't tell you WHO i am there, but you can look around and maybe guess?

the prolific angst writers of 316 are armed and dangerous.
Hello Harry Potter, Rurouni Kenshin, One Tree Hill and the like.

Fanfiction.net awaits

p.s. my links are terrible messed up and outdated. should i get rid of them altogether?

#100: centipost

This entry marks the HUNDRETH OFFICIAL POST in thirtyquid.

being the 100th post (not counting picture entries, pseudohalf posts and miniposts), i'd expect that maybe you'd expect something glam. or big. like a post worthy of THE HUNDRETH OFFICIAL POST in abigail's blog.

but unfortunately, this is the famine season in my Blogosphere. no scandals, no witty remarks, no jokes, no stories, no bitchfits to share.

this is a formal apology.

#99: inhale, exhale.

FINALLY, THEY ARE OVER.
FINALLY FINALLY FINALLY.

I SHALL SHARE MY SOB STORY WHEN IM IN THE MOOD.so here it goes

Last week, i had 3 performance tasks due on FRIDAY.
Physics, Chemistry, Social Studies

so physics and chem were completed by wed, and i had thurs to complete ss.
so i got started around 8pm, then i slogged ALL THE WAY to 1am. by then, my eyes were a tad droopy. okay actually, VERY droopy. so i told sherry that i was off to take a 15-30 min nap, please do wake me up.

so i went to nap, and promptly fell asleep once my head reached the pillow.

when i woke up, horror of horrors! it was MUMMY who was waking me up. and that meant it was time for school! and true enough it was stinking six o'clock! i remember sitting up real slowly and attempting to remember if i had finished ss or not. and then, my world came crashing down at the sudden realization that I DIDNT WAKE UP TO CONTINUE! indeed... my phone had smses from sherry which i didnt wake up to!

there was nothing else to be done, but pon school.

yes, indeed.

besides, friday is a lazy day. even fridays are. they go like this:

PE
Math
Recess
Assembly
RS
Chem

in fact, the only period worth going for is like, chem?

so i chionged ss allll the way, intending to leave the house at 9.30am and reach school in time for recess. unfortunately, i undestimated the time, and arrived at school at 11.20am, around the end of hall assembly.

so i decided to skip assembly (no tie, lah) and i headed for my empty classroom, which was along an empty corridor in an empty block. okay, almost empty. eerily empty too. so i sat there doing reflections for chem and physics and soon the bell signaling the end of the period sounded.

pounding of feet and giggling echoed down the corridor.
then the 316 door opened, then cue the "OMG ABIHO YOU'RE HERE!" and "YOU PONNER!"

and a lovely friday it was.

dear aunt agony.

#98: dear aunt agony

4 Performance Tasks:
History (due last friday)
Physics (due this friday)
Social Studies (due this friday)
Chemistry (due this friday)

SS + Chem: Work In Progress

i am so lost for Chemistry.
like, help?
(rescue a damsel in distress!)

but one good thing coming out of this,
Chemistry PT has inspired me to create a new blogskin.
SO, when im free i shall upload it!

in the words of Paris Hilton: I'm screwed.

ONE ADJECTIVE TO DESCRIBE ABIGAIL TODAY:
LOST

Meant To Live

by Switchfoot

Fumbling his confidence
And wondering why the world has passed him by
Hoping that he's bid for more than arguments
And failed attempts to fly, fly

[Chorus]
We were meant to live for so much more
Have we lost ourselves?
Somewhere we live inside
Somewhere we live inside
We were meant to live for so much more
Have we lost ourselves?
Somewhere we live inside

Dreaming about Providence
And whether mice or men have second tries
Maybe we've been livin with our eyes half open
Maybe we're bent and broken, broken

[Chorus]
We want more than this world's got to offer
We want more than this world's got to offer
We want more than the wars of our fathers
And everything inside screams for second life, yeah

We were meant to live for so much more
Have we lost ourselves?
We were meant to live for so much more
Have we lost ourselves?
We were meant to live for so much more
Have we lost ourselves?
We were meant to live
We were meant to live

#97: excuses

why i have not been updating:

1. no time
2. tired fingers
3. distracted
4. not in the mood
5. tired mental

i actually have things to blog about, BUT im too lazy to.
why im blogging now then? it's a solution that im trying.
currently, my fountain of creativity has dried up.
im left with an empty dusty well.

Descriptive Writing Q8
Describe the scene outside a sports stadium immediately before an important match.

i have random phrases floating about in the recesses of my head, but i can't pick them out properly, and organise them.

i have no idea how to begin.

plus, i have to use 3 new words.

hey, blogging isnt working at all.
oh well, thank goodness i have plan B. i shall do it now.

Plans To Derive Inspiration For Descriptive Essay
A) Blog
B) Play Solitaire
C) in the making

ONE ADJECTIVE TO DESCRIBE ABIGAIL TODAY:
DRY

#96: last will and testament

i miss, and yearn for, the days where "graphs" meant full marks.
i recall, "Graphs" was a topic that consisted of little bars, lines of little objects (like apples) and lots of colors (or shading).
i recall "Graphs" requiring nothing but counting and basic arithmetic. addition and subtraction. then, perhaps a little additional sketching of an extra bar.

and i remember that i had never ever studied for "Graphs", and yet, i still scored full marks in every question pertaining to "Graphs" (save for the few careless mistakes)

graphs were fun. graphs were easy. graphs were lovable.

Now, "Graphs" has an entirely different meaning. a totally different ring to it.
what
functionxthisinversefunctionthatcurveplottingtransformation
logarithmsexponentialmidpointyinterceptasymptotelinearlaw
gradientpostiveornegativehorizontalverticalreflectionequation?

graphs are terrible. graphs are horrible. graphs are murderous.

(well, i admit they are fun when i know what is going on)

i've always been decent at math. i've never been the sort of kid who struggles to grasp mathematical concepts (unless i'd been sleeping through the entire semester). in fact, i believe i'm pretty good at math. except that i dont listen half the time, don't practise, don't revise and sometimes don't care. to tell you the truth, i love math. really, i do. especially when i solve the question with the asterisks (*) haha.

math?
maths?
whatever.

but the point is, it's Graphs SA tomorrow.
Graphs II and Linear Law.
i shouldn't be too worried, but i still should.
i haven't learnt anything since Ms Neo left.
i haven't been paying attention.
and, i haven't mugged.
FATAL

Abigail Ho will be tragically done in by Math SA5 tomorrow, at 11.30am.

ONE ADJECTIVE TO DESCRIBE ABIGAIL TODAY:
PESSIMISTIC

ONE ADJECTIVE TO DESCRIBE ABIGAIL TOMORROW:
DEAD

The Lovely Pyramid of Happiness.

Presenting: Abiho and MayTan! PRICELESS EH. envy me!

a miniupdate

it's physics in the Shawlab now. i hate blogging during classes, but i have to blog about this.

i just scored 3700 pts in Solitaire!
i totally pwn!

(okay, it's good considering my past record okay. i average 600+ pts per game)

#95: Forbidden City - Portrait of an Empress

1255h, City Hall MRT

1305h, Cafe Cartel @ Raffles City
the food was okay, service painful, atmosphere sleazy

1345h, Raffles City
snooped around Accessorize (very expensive), mum and I stopped and oogled @ Miss Sixty handbags. mum wanted to buy one, but she said "i dont really need it". so exercising amazing self-restraint, we left.
on to really nice and expensive shoe shops. then at the last one, i got bored because no point trying all on when they all cost $109.00. so i went to walk around Esprit (boring season). then i was wondering why mum was still at "hue" and true to my suspicions, she bought a pair of sandlas at a surprisingly low price: $30 (currently she's strutting around the house in them)

1410h, City Link Mall
nothing much. just cafes and some clothes shops that didnt look appealing then. i walked very fast.

1420h, The Esplanade ... toilet
primp.

1425h, The Esplanade foyer
i was wondering why there were soooo many teens. i was really surprised cos i didnt think that alot of these people would actually go for Forbidden City (as in, hello? people in pmk shirts and roxy miniskirts?). so i walked past the loooong line of excited youths (expensive ticket, see? haha) and handed my darling of the hour to the usher.

then, "Forbidden City? see that blue sign over there?" (here she points to the OPPOSITE end of the foyer) "go straight and that's Forbidden City."

-.-" aiyoh! embarrassed leh.
apparently i joined some "nation in concert" thingum queue.

so on i went to the correct end, handed the correct usher the correct ticket, went to the correct bag check and bought the correct program. $2 only leh!

climbed up to Circle 1
(Row AA, Seat 9. pretty decent)

waited for the doors to open whilst reading the programme book (not booklet. too big)

then i was finally admitted at 1450h.

1450h, The Esplande Theatre - Circle 1, Row AA, Seat 9
as i set near the end of the row, i had manymany people climbing / tripping over my knees. i just sat there and smiled and acted long-suffering.

here's what i wrote when i was there:

1459h. (yes i checked)

As i am here early, i type this entry in advance in my 7370. I'd rather write in my little candy notebook (bimbo), but it's a tad dark here.

Incessant chatter.
Right and left.

On my left, two dear ladies in their 60s twittering in a mixture of Hokkien and English.
On my right, two old theatre buffs, of Mrs Chin calibre, discussing the seating layout of the Esplanade theatre (price vs hearing/viewing ability), the merits of The Jasmine Woman or whatever that is, and talking about the likes of Kit Chan and Dick Lee. Dick Lee! I love Dick Lee.

1500h.
the show did not start

1510h
not yet. the latecomers were really relieved.

1515h
announcement: "Ladies and Gentlemen, we are extremely sorry for the delay due to some technical difficulties. The show should begin in about 5min."

and true enough, 5 minutes later.
the theatre grows dark, announcer: "Ladies and Gentlemen, yadada, please switch off your phones, blahblahblah... so, presenting to you, Forbidden City: A Portrait of An Empress"
the band strikes up the first of Dick Lee's pieces of the night.
it's ChineseOrchestra-ContemporaryPiano, and i love it.

The show commences.

#94: i talk shop (really!)

yesterday, my family went down to Plaza Singapura just so we could try Carl's Jr!
and i cleverly forgot to print this out and bring it along


What I Ate:
Sourdough Bacon Cheeseburger and Beef Chilli Cheese Fries (or Chilli Beef Cheese Fries or Cheese Beef Chilli Fries or Billy Chief Freeze Chives, etc)

Price:
I didnt pay (: but all I know is that my father was grumbling , "These Carl Juniors are very smart... know how to make money... The burgers only slightly bigger but the prices are double! Hmngnhao..."

My Opinion:
Loved the bread (sourdough) and filling (reminds me of Whopper), VERYVERY salty Billy Chief Freeze Chives but still nice.
I ate a very light and early lunch so I managed to stomach the whole lot down. AMAZING.

The Verdict: ****

actually, i kinda like shopping around Plaza Sing. i discovered the recently-opened (well to me lah) Dorothy Perkins! i've been to one outlet before, at Midvalley KL. (where Topshop, Dorothy Perkins and Miss Selfridge were all clumped together! *_*)
i like Dorothy Perkins (sounds old ladyish) because it's affiliated to Topshop. haha. but it's a nice, and very English retailer. they cater more to the ... more matured ladies. but i still like them.

However, all the usual (scary) sizes you see around Topshop (UK 6) seem to be missing. Dorothy Perkins' clothes have the occasional UK8 or 10, some UK12, but loads of UK14, 16 and ZOMG UK18! i was trying on some pretty nice tops and even the houndstooth-print wiggle dress. my mum was like, "Abi, you're going to spend $139 on yourself?"

firstly, i dont have $139. secondly and sadly, i didnt feel like spending more $$$ anyways. but, i left the shop feeling very happy, with my first Dorothy Perkins purchase tucked in my bag. it was a $3 ring. (cheapo!) it used to be $13 and then it was slashed to $7 then $3! woah great bargain hurh. it was $3 because it was slightly tarnished, a bit big and past-season. but it's okay.

i dont think anyone can look at a chunky silver ring and tell, "like Oh My Goodness! that ring is like, so passe. that was retailing at Dorothy Perkins two seasons ago!"

seriously, i like ps. they have alot of nice retailers and many youngsters cantering about. alot of ahlians though. (yes. if you don't have boobs, dont wear a smocked tube dress and then stuff your bra! hello? EVERYONE CAN TELL.)

so i wandered around B1 (home of many many shops-catering-to-the-Y-generation). strangely, i was in a non-spending mood that day. which was a good thing, because plaza sing is full of fun stuff that i'd usually like to buy.

the best part of shopping yesterday: go into shops, pick out something really nice (and expensive), try it on, ask for your size (for shoes), examine it thoughtfully and act as if you're going to buy it. then, give it back and go "thanks, but it's okay. i'll think about it." then walk out.

okay, that is really stupid. but fun!

i was having a ball at ebase, trying on $69.90 slippers (aiyoh), and Flash and Splash. dont say surfbrands are for ahlians. in fact, my favourite bag (black leather-inspired-material) is actually from Roxy (surprise! surprise!). surfbrands have the bimborestest clothes, but the nicest bags! okay, not nicest, but nice enough. especially in those leatherish materials.

i had a whopping $12 in my wallet! and another ten or so in my infamous Playboy coin purse (if you want to know why i, of all people, carry a PLAYBOY COIN PURSE, do ask me)

coiincidentally, the best-place-to-act-snobbish was a unit or so down... Levi's! so i went to try on a pair (which i didnt read the label - button-fly -.-) and guess what. the man who used the changing room before me left change on the seat. haha. so i am a grand $1.20 richer.

on to The Faceshop (my brother: "why is it called the FACEshop? it should be The Cosmetic Shop, or The NailsandHairandFaceShop, hablahblah"), where i agonized over buying more $2.50 nailpolish in WeirdColors (i bought 2 curious shades of blue. i like them okay - and my brother surprisingly egged me on instead of retching.)

last stop of the night was Fox. you know, i've never liked Fox. i dont know why. it seems so... casual? i dont know. but last night, i discovered the Beauty of Fox. they have really nice denim pants, and cargo pants (which i never wear). comfy and nicely cut. so i tried on a few pairs whilst mummy was around (you see, mummy = $).

the changing room curtain was a nice black leathery material, and when i entered, there was a sign in the corner that said something along the lines of "Please ensure that the curtain is secured on the hook before changing". so i thought "oh whatever" but hooked the cloth up anyway.

Thank Heavens I did.

i was attempting a hop-in-hop-out kind of changing method (somewhere along the lines of Jive and Quickstep, you see) and i tripped on my sandals and FELL. against the CURTAIN. and if i had not hooked the curtain properly, i would have fallen out of the changing, and onto the floor outside, with my pants around my ankles.

i like Fox alot.


Agenda for tomorrow:


Forbidden City @ The Esplanade

sadly,
1. im going for the Matinee show. i'd rather go for night-stuff, but that's +$10, those sneaky SISTIC people
2. im going alone.
because people are either uninterested, have watched it already, or are broke. )):

but,
i am going and... my parents spent a whopping $101 on my ticket (aft 10% disc)
whoopee!

ONE ADJECTIVE TO DESCRIBE ABIGAIL TODAY:
THRILLED

#93: muse

i was reading weng's latest post. wengkeong is another Admirable Blogger :D
and as i tagged, i adore Pam Seaward. she really is an incredible woman of God. and she really went through so much and yet she is so cheery and bright today. amazing.

the beef of this post is to dissipate rumours (okay fine, a rumour) haha. doesnt this sound So Juicy? So Scandalous?
Contrary to popular belief, i did not pon chem on monday.
Unbelievable?
actually, i was at REACT. What is REACT? refer to post #91.

but i admit i did pon physics today. not as if i would have learnt anything anyway.

finally,

POINT + ELABORATION:
recently (namely, on saturday), i have discovered that MY COMPUTER HAS BLUETOOTH!
wow. inbuilt. so i tried to install it (/ check) and activate (didnt work). my dad didnt know that i discovered that the laptop has bluetooth (sounds confusing?) so since he went to the expo IT showcase thingum, he conveniently bought me a bluetooth chip+cd thingum.

SUMMARY:
my 7370 can now connect with my HP Pavilion ze2000

THE IMPLICATIONS?
pictures pictures pictures.
coming Your way soon.

ONE ADJECTIVE TO DESCRIBE ABIGAIL TODAY:
SLEEPY

im starting to show signs of extreme tiredness.
for example, nausea and headaches. EE-YUR.
maybe, i may soon suffer from weight loss? that i dont mind.

#92: xiaxue

i put guarded as The Adjective yesterday.
i was reading my pasts posts, and i realise i am a very guarded person. really.

there is so much left unsaid that i needed to say. i dont usually say anything directly. it's the usual beat-around-the-bush, vague-annoymous posts that substitute for what i really really need to blog about: the heavier emotions. the more crucial points.
maybe it's because im afraid of what others would say? think?
actually, it's very complicated. it's not the kind of face-saving, facade-keeping sentiment.
it's more of a... i'll-be-in-trouble or a they'll-never-look-at-me-the-same-way-again feeling.

im surprised alot of people read my blog. heh.

i have to be more thick-skinned.
that's why i admire xiaxue. alot. she doesnt care what other's think. she just, speaks (well actually blogs) her mind.

#91.5: oh stevie

behold, the tutle emoticon.


in the loving memory of Croc Hunter, Steve Irwin.
who died a tragic death.

funny, the number of msn nicks today that include:
[current status: 24 out of 47 ppl online]

when i first signed in, my first reaction was
"What is this?! Some cult or what?"
(okay, maybe that was extreme)

then, i thought perhaps it's a New! Emoticon! That! Everyone! Is! So! Excited! About!

then, i thought, "No. That's like, stupid."

Then, i guessed. and i was Enlightened.
today = steve irwin's passing on
steve irwin = crocodile = ... ?

and ky confirmed.

so,

oh stevie.
what a tragedy.

seriously, i actually WATCHED Croc Hunter okay. i actually watched and enjoyed his shows.
i'm not sad just because he's famous and he died, or because "everyone is".

Steve Irwin was a great man and I mourn is passing.

ONE ADJECTIVE TO DESCRIBE ABIGAIL TODAY:
SAD

#91: i like lists

so i shall make one a few now.

major events that have occurred since my last entry
* The Devil Wears Prada
* Region A youth bbq
* REACT

1. The Devil Wears Prada

the movie was okay. BUT, since i'd read the book first, it was a sizable disappointment to me.
the book is fantastic, and i guess the movie is/was pretty good. BUT it was only loosely based on the novel. which sucks, for the novel has

a) superb characterization
which was not in the movie. other characters besides protagonist and antagonist were just like side dishes

b) good tension buildup
which, was not in the movie.

c) the best line ever
which contained 2 profanities, but wrapped up the whole thing. i was totally looking forward to it, because it really made an impact on me as i read the novel. however (to my utmost horror! and disappointment!) the Great Event never did occur, and "the best line ever" was replaced with ... nothing.


2. Region A Youth BBQ

fun, to sum it up.
basically, it involved alot of eating, talking, eating, talking.
laughter, playing, laughter.
oh the group games were pretty hilarious. for once, i was blessed with a Fun Group. you see, somehow, the groups i always end up in are, Dead. but no! that night, my group was Fun!
but, the night ended very anticlimatically. poor rach yo got her stuff stolen, but elaboration is unnecessary.
thinking about it now makes me exhausted.


3. REACT

perhaps this will be the longest segment in today's post.

firstly,
Q: What Is React?
A: REACT is band exchange involving RJC, RI and RGS (elitists lah). it's an annual affair, and RJC hosts it.

i was actually dreading sectionals and band prac,
(hello, starting from 2am today, my 3 sec2s all pulled out one by one. hmm, a conspiracy?)
but surprisingly i actually ENJOYED THEM. surprise surprise.
the rj basses are soo funny. (esp suang, however you spell it) they promptly put sherry and i on the path that we know best, and miss: the road of Neverending Boisterous Laughter.

i love the J1 basses to shreds. hahaha!

on to the down side of REACT.
the sec2 RI guys.
gross doesnt even cut it.

i am going to HOPE that they dont read sec3 RGgirls' blogs, so
Glen and Lucas, and Glen Glen Glen. and a whole lot of nameless faces.

BUT Glen and Lucas are the worsterest of the lot. (seriously hope they arent gep. gep has enough asses.)

you know, some people are so annoying/disgusting to just have to Stare.
you stare to fully absorb the factors that contribute to that general state of Grossness.

i think Glen (if that's how you spell it) thinks i crush him, because i keep staring.
it's what they call "Morbid Fascination"

Glen,
is a smallish boy. shrimpy and puny. but strangely, he has biceps, and the skinniest legs. stupidly, he owns this gorgeous pair of grey nike dunks that his feet are not deservant of.
obnoxious, loud, act cool (not cool), act shuai (not shuai), despo, pervy, Poser.
the perfect recipe for Staring.
so, i stare. and when he turns around to look at me (and catches me staring), i flinch. ouch. he's really hideous? his face + the hair just kills me. kill, in a bad way. unlike the way that Johnny Depp kills me.


im very tired now, and im attempting to watch America's Next Top Model.
oh yes, im very pleased with the outcome of Project Runway.

ONE ADJECTIVE TO DESCRIBE ABIGAIL TODAY:
GUARDED