#299: I Cheat Your Feelings

okay so that wasn't the last post of the last day of the last week of the last month of my last year in secondary school. now this is possibly the Real Final One, and i'm feeling very nostalgic. and when one is feeling very nostalgic, what better time could there be to reflect & reminisce?

i shall begin with an ode to one of the Greatest* things that has ever happened to me in my lengthy 16 years: RGS
(*Greatest, doesn't necessarily mean "!WONDERFABTASTIRISICAL!"; it could just mean "BIG". in this case, i can't decide which definition i'd like to apply this to.)

after 4 years of being an RGS Girl, i have never been a better Learner (or a Thinker, Leader & Pioneer, or a Daughter of a Better Age, come to think of it). since Learners Learn Lessons (an alliteration!),

10 Lessons Learnt From RGS

1. The highest skill a student can attain: sleeping with your eyes open

2. Pressing the bus bell is uncool. (in fact, it is so uncool RGgirls prefer to miss the RGS stop and back track all the way on foot instead of pressing the damned button)

3. There's absolutely nothing wrong with being a prefect. Really. (just that you get ostracised, badmouthed and glared at a wee bit, and get left out of secret picnics)

4. It's very possible to enter an elite girls' school and come out with deteriorated speech, paltry vocabulary, and almost-nonexistent grammar.

5. If you are a girl, you cannot look at boys.

6. It is important to get into trouble for A Very Stupid Thing, at least once a year.

7. Teachers google themselves. A hell lot.

8. Mr. Ben walks faster than an average RGS Girl on her 2.4km run.

9. Laughter grows abs. (it DOES, i swear!)

10. If it does not explode, it is not science.

all in all, i've really enjoyed the RGS ride. it was like one damn long OBS - of course with amenities and a blessed lack of sandflies - where there was WEEPING AND GNASHING OF TEETH, but looking back, it was Fun. more than Fun. it was ... Beautiful.

i'd like to have a nice sum-up for 2007, but i Really have to go now. if i had to summarize my year in 3 words, i'd put it down to:
I Have Changed.

cya nxt yr!

p.s. just remember, whether i have changed for better or for worse, IT'S YOUR FAULT!

#298: Say It Ain't So!

this being the last post of the last day of the last week of my last year in secondary school, one would expect something... *Sensational*, or at least something significantly more meaningful than usual. in fact, i was hoping to end this year with a Bang on my blog, but i can't because,
(a) Time is short
(b) My mind is far away, on other, more pressing issues
and most importantly, (c) I desperately need the loo

lousy excuses aside, i'd like to take this opportunity to thank everyone i've ever known - all the way back to the early years when i was but a wee babe - for er, shaping me into what i am today. what i am today, whether good or bad, just remember - YOU ARE PARTIALLY RESPONSIBLE.

#297: Retail Therapy

i'm amazed at the shopper i've become. i've been to vivo and orchard this week, and i've only bought 2 items in total - zomgz a miracle! i am still in awe of how i've managed to emerge from TWO MAJOR SHOPPING TRIPS relatively unscathed.

this is my vivo trip:
i walked around from 1430h to 1930h - that's 5 whole hours, and only managed to cover the stretch from MNG to River Island (yes, the everybody-goes-there shops). i kid you not, i spent 5 hours in 7 shops (+ Tangs). so i spent 5 hours in 7 shops, was relatively loaded with cash (i love it when people don't know what to get you for christmas, and end up dropping a generous angpow instead), didn't agonize much (one of the tops i reallyreallyreallyreallyzomgzreally wanted to get turned out to be MATERNITY, and suddenly i did look rather preggers in it so i figured i didnt want it after all), and only bought ONE HOODIE which was slashed by 55% and is not very.... me.

orchard adventure:
today was the Isetan private sale (20% storewide ohmygox) so i dragged mummy down (she's the cardholder) so that i could look for bargains. i think, today's experience has cured me of Isetan's private sale for ... a while. it was so crowded that shoppers came close to moshing the Coach outlet, and somehow singaporean shoppers felt that this was the best time to break out their branded goods - the Gucci, the Fendi, the DKNY, the Armani, and the LVLVLVLV all showed up in various shapes, sizes, and varying degrees of authenticity (AAA grade imitation from Bangkok!!!), but not that i could tell them anyway. on hindsight, the shopping complex did look like a giant, 3D Snakes (countless queues) & Ladders (escalators) board.

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my hair is currently in a ponytail, a phenomenon that only occurs when
a) it's hell annoying and i want to get it out of the way
b) it's illegal and i get a warning (but those days are Over)
c) i'm too bored

outings again tomorrow.
the wedding is tomorrow tomorrow.
i hope to tell tomorrow tomorrow tomorrow.
everything has to be done by tomorrow tomorrow tomorrow.
my word, then, tomorrow tomorrow tomorrow tomorrow!
(then zomgz!2008, and my ogl has not called)

#296: GZIAU!

We wish a Merry Christmas

We wish a Merry Christmas

We wish a Merry Christmas

Now, do enjoy the rest of the year (while you still can)

#295: I bring you tidings of great joy.

Christmas is nearer than just round the corner, and 2008 is right after that. ARGH. I have never been more unready & unprepared for the New Year. but it's okay, let's talk about Christmas first.

IT'S TEN LORDS A-LEAPING!
that day on Newsradio 93.8fm, the question was: "What did my true love send to me on the tenth day?"
the answers received were:
- Er wait arh I go check arh
- Ten Golden Rings
- Twelve Drummer Boys
AIYOH WO DE MAI AH.

oh, and i am pretty eggcited about Christmas tomorrow. not so much about my parent's Net Outreach cum Christmas party tonight, because we're supposed to suddenly gather in front of the main entrance (to prevent people from 'escaping'), and burst into yuletide carols that bring tidings of great joy, woohoox.

although, i am looking forward to the food. (but not the cold storage tough-and-overcooked turkey that is going to be forced on us by some enthusiastic & goodwilled friends.)

in case i don't get the chance to blog tomorrow,

MERRY CHRISTMAS TO ALL OF YOU, MY MOST ESTEEMED, CHERISHED & VENERATED READERS!!!
(who do not tag but i forgive you nevertheless in the spirit of goodwill, goodcheer & goodfood)

OMFGAFOAGNOAIGNEOGIENGOSDI

ONOSBNOIEPABWWBWSBOPOXKNPS

SDIORPGNEEEIGNBOFDMDHBFOVVJ

DISNEY CHANNEL IS IN DSIGGGHOBVNASOBNSING CHINESE!!!

#294: Addicted to Witty

now this is unusual. i have a huge urge to blog; the urge is in full bloom & is yearning to Get Out but No it can't because i don't know what to blog about damzit.

this was taken the day after FAM, aka Report Book Collection Day, aka OMG warh my GPA is higher because kenah moderation, (or aka OMG warh my GPA is still kena sai because even though kenah moderation my marks all still cmi sia). this is me with angie's new Crumpler bag. the only reason i took a picture with it was because it was P_____. and my skin doesnt usually look so... er, baked.

Things To Do:

1) continue Feet Of Clay by - you've guessed it - Pratchett. i intend to read every book he's written because (a) He's Fabulous (b) the content is familiar, yet fresh & new every time (c) his writing is very PG-13: very clean, very safe, but with sufficient innuendos to keep it interesting (d) his writing is so Witty, and i am just plain addicted to Witty. (oh yes, my ideal boyfriend's Wit must sweep me clean off my feet)

2) paint my nails purple, just because it's 1 week to the reopening of school, and just because i feel like it, but above all, just because it's Purple.

3) worry about school. because i've been away from intellectual exercise for so long that i (a) can only spell 4-letter words during Scrabble (b) only can find miserable 3-letter words during Boggle (c) can't remember Calculus, let alone my Zero Times Table (d) can't remember how to spell my name. and also worry because i don't know where & when to report next year.

4) cleanup my room. but i'd rather not.

Ta-Ta.

#293: itchitch

this is Sherry and I, attempting to mimick our instruments.
we DO look like our instruments, DONT WE? (i say this menacingly, with a razor pressed against your throat which just might slip in the wrong direction should you answer the question wrongly)

i still think about prom. it's something you don't forget easily. like, for one, it's a day people realise the full extent of your vanity and shamelessness. and for another, it's a day you realise the full extent of your friend's vanity and shamelessness. to top it off, it's a day you realise (and are horrified by) the full extent of your vanity and shamelessness (i can't come to terms with my excessive camwhoring).


i think about the $60. i think about the photos.
i have a damn lot of fam photos and i can't wait to spam you with them.

#292: Paperchase

i never ever want to be a balloon. yesterday i drank so much fluid that i my innards were all TURGID, and i felt bleeding TURGID. not merely BLOATED but TURGID - on the verge of bursting and etc.

Me: Mum I'm bloated.
Mum: Oh, poor darling.
Me: Is this how it's like to be pregnant?
Mum: Er, I don't think so?
Me: But don't you get bloated? And have this huge thing in your belly?
Mum: No la, I don't think you feel like that when you get pregnant.
Me: Either way, I'm scared of getting pregnant.
Mum: But I want grandchildren!! Now drink go drink more.

to make it worse, i felt turgid and er, flatulent. i HATE being flatulent. it's so unbecoming, and (God forbid!) unglam.

i was rummaging around my hard drives today and found these pics that i took whilst clearing out my worksheets. behold, my sec4 higher chinese material.

obviously, i don't file.

this proves my point that kim should never be allowed in the vincinity of your worksheets, whether you intend to touch them or not.

mock papers galore!

those on top have been somewhat touched. those below have never been touched. (if i'm ever low on cash, i could try selling these to my ex-chinesetuitionteacher)

look, my hand-written essays zomgz!

Okay, i should get my bum Up and Away from the evils of the internet, and start doing something more useful, helpful & fruitful, such as clearing out my cupboards. but if i do, i might destroy a few of the ecosystems that use my room as their habitat. ohnox, what a moral dilemma. i shall go and see if mummy will buy this excuse.

#291: Hack Hack.

oh my tian.

i am so bored of being Sick At Home (higher-than-average temperature, check; itchy pharynx, check; phlegmy larynx, check; runny nose, check double check triple check five thousand times confirm plus guarantee) that i am watching "Johnny Tsunami" on Disney, and some buff, long-haired old ABC man just pulled this huge rainbow strap out of his shirt with a large rusty coin attached to it, shoved it in a bunch of kids' faces, and told his grandson (who doesnt like he has any A or C in his blood, but appears rather pakistani-ish) that yoz am a cool old surfer dude man and look at this manz, itz the *tsunami medal*, itz given to the *greatest surfer Dude of awl time*, and itz MINE, and they're all on the icy slopes of goodnessknowswherebutitsurelooksnothinglikeabeach. and, Oh!

Oh My Tian.

Shakespeare must be turning over and over in his grave because the princess of the Skys (skiers, you know like, people who ski?) and the prince (the grandson) of the Urchins (snowboarders -.-) just HUGGED and the longstanding feud between the Skys and the Urchins is in no way similar to the one between the Capulets and the Montagues in what was it, Hamlet? Oh, Romeo and Juliet (how can i forget). -i'm sorry but this show is driving me nutters.

OH MY TIAN.

Dinner has arrived. WHOOPEE.

#290: A-Rompin'

currently i'm suffering from what Nigel calls symptoms of Post-Camp Withdrawal. i think it's the result of sleeping in a chilled room without a blanket for a night. but the point is, i'm back from my first youth camp in 2 years, and i loved most of it.

Sessions: worship & preaching was totally awesome and annointed. pastor jude is such a captivating speaker, a total Drama Queen and can't resist talking about armpit hair.

Games: 3 days of games this time, and my team (The Coffee Bean & Tea Leaf - we got stuck with this lousy name because we didn't bother to bid) was super fun and enthusiastic (but we suck at cheers). what was most memorable about games was the wrestling bit, in which i was picked to er, wrestle (because i was extra-violent during Dog & Bone, and hence impressed my team leader, Jabie) other girls. all i know was that i shoved the other two girls around in a bid to get them off the mat, and unwittingly exposed their er, flesh to everyone. hence although i won, i was disqualified because i pulled up their shirts (I swear, it was an accident).

Food: i didn't eat rice for 4 days, because i just didn't have the appetite. there was always unchewable beef & boneful chicken every meal. i ate fruits every meal, because it seemed the safest option. also, it was quite amusing spotting recycled breakfast/lunch in our dinners (i.e. Sausage Slathered in Sauce Salad).

Lodgings: i think the resort was such a charming place, except for the fact that it was rainy all the time which made the bunks completely mouldy and sandy.

Roomates (clockwise from top left) Abigail, Jessica, Rachel & Grace with our food.

Our stash owns your stash.

Makeshift bed with its first resident.

Some team members.

Clement, who punctuated every sentence to me with "RGS Girl"

KOPI :D

Grace was my camp buddy.

zomgz! RegA Group Picture! (but i think there are missing people)

a failed attempt at a jump-shot. boohoox.

Isaac Chang & Richard's idea of "a cool pose". Sho Cool Wors.

Raindrops.

Rachel Yeo & Debby are very amusing bus buddies.

Rachel Sim (yes, i know TONS of Rachels) and I playing with the curtain cord on the bus.

Hola amigos!
i am back from Rompin
relatively unscathed,
more friendful,
& more umbrella-less.

One More (and oh yes, I am rereading Anansi Boys)

as i told a select few before,

I think,

if I had been a boy, I'd be an awesome boyfriend, really; I'd be so romantic. I'd stand beneath my beloved's window and serenade her with my fake Italian accent & lovesick nonsense.

I wish I could date male-me.

Or maybe, that's because I am a girl and hence I know exactly What A Girl Wants.

Oh well.

#289: "I don't want to be a f---ing Samurai!"

i am in LMHMKMN withdrawal. i miss the cast. i miss the crew. i especially miss my crazy co-actresses: Oce, Omi, Yikai, Ah Lui, Zhener. here are pictures of rehearsals, courtesy of NATALAI ONG (yes, my self-proclaimed favourite personal assistant)

there are actually alot more pictures. but, i is lazy.

and if i dont get the chance to blog again, i might as well tell you now:

i'll be off to Rompin for Youth Camp all of next week.

oh, don't be sad. instead of wasting away in front of the computer screen, you should be out in the great.. Outdoors, doing great! outdoor! things! (i don't mean bringing your laptop to the park)

have fun, and i bid thee a sweet adieu.

(p.s. you know you've gotten it bad when you can't help but make frequent references to your play)

Pictures That Are To Come: this is for me to remind you to remind me

prom
boathouse (stolen)
tasmania
416
rgs
miscellanous shots

p.s. I IS EGGCITED ABOUT YOUTHCAMP NEXT WEEK!!

#288: Reality bites.

i spent today dragging out my Sec2 & Sec3 notes/worksheets from the abysmal depths of my room, all of which i stuffed into 2 huge plastic bags for my father to shred at work (they have a monster of a paper shredder. paper goes in, pulp comes out; fingers go in, and never come out).

call it liberation, revenge, spring-cleaning whatever. all i know is that my Sec2/3 worksheets, after 1-2 years of storage, come with complimentary Dust Bunnies (of Doom). the Dust Bunnies are currently still hopping around in my room, and i dare not enter, because my nasal passages are Irritated & Sneezy today.

this morning/afternoon i went down to AMK hub for brunch at NewYorkNewYork. not that great, nor fantastic, nor particularly gastronomically appealing. plus, they were blasting ALL AMERICAN REJECTS overhead just because they're the most obviously American band ( USA = NYC). but! i still want to go back again. i don't know why.

my lips are very dry. my one-year-expired chapstick is nowhere to be found (yes it expired oct 2006 last year, but still works wonders). i can't keep drinking water due to my shorter-than-average urinary tract (i go toilet once an hour), and it makes my tummy bloat like i'm 3 months late (aka, preggers).

i have to pee now. change now. eat dinner now. and leave now.

#287: LMHMKMN, again

just a visual ... feast. oh, and i've just discovered that Blogger can upload 5 images at one go. is that a new feature? or not? Oops, i am such a noob.

Day 1 makeup by Yikai's sis.

Observe the glitter eyeliner.

And the pimple that hopefully looks like a er, beauty spot.

see my mini coif? and long lashes.

yes, LOONG, PURPLE lashes.

DAY 2 brings more pictures because of the presence of my ever-doting, camera-toting parents:

Angelo, Cho Pin, Zena

Ah Beng, Diva

post-STOPDROP&ROLL: "Ow! My Spleen!"

My outfit, is HIDEOUS.

Why am i so bleeding white here? Bloody foundation.

Clap clap.

Witty scriptWriters Worx.

Family.

Family, again.

Full cast/crew.

I MISS & LOVE YOU GUYS.

HEAPS.

Loser Lysander remains rooted.

Gorgeous roses & a notebook handmade by Weewerts!

#286: LMHMKMN

it's over, and on one hand i'm relieved, but on the other there's a certain emptiness.

thank you so much, all you sec4 GEPers for the support/help. thank you audience for coming, laughing & lifting our spirits. thank you whoever gave me gifts. thank you everyone who supported us in some way or other.

at least, now we know that Our Brand Of Humor gets a stamp of approval.
yay wenqi, We are Witty!