#313: Can't. Blinkin'. Wait.

1. purple meringue, which i only bought because it was purple (much purpler in real life). it looked much better than it tasted.

2. CAMWHORE HERE. kevin quah & i at the camwhore photobooth ("Best picture wins a prize!"). little did we know that there was to be NO PRIZE, plus all our photos were flashed to the entire house. we winz.

3. Ah, the glory days. (and the name no one can pronounce)

4. don't know where i got this from. all i know is that i was happy, there & then.

5. LMHMKMN at prom, minus zhener.

6. your obligatory 1-2-3-4.

7. LUBBX (clean armpits too, heh heh heh)

8. pre-prom, before my amateurishly-applied cheapo eyeliner got smudged.

9. ada, about to give birth.

10. happy, sleepy & scared. we were to get our report books after this.

#312: Is that alright?

anw my brain's Conjunctions And Appropriate Thought-Linking Devices compartment is down today, hence the list.

***

I. Ivanov's hugely entertaining blog post (best parts are in boldface):

"I got 4 searing blisters on my feet because I played soccer on the tarmac barefoot while under the nice hot afternoon sun :(
Now cannot walk properly... so sad :(
If I get robbed I cannot chase the robber
If got car going to crash towards me, cannot run away
If I want to go for PE, cannot run properly
Oh noes :(2.

***

II. Simple Plan Mystery Solved!
this is a formal apology to all SIMPLE PLAN fans out there, because i have greatly wronged you and your band. firstly, I have always confused Simple Plan with Linkin' Park (sorry to fans too), and only discovered my mistake last year. and only recently have I discovered the REAL lyrics to "Welcome To My Life". This is how the ORIGINAL chorus goes:

To be hurt
To feel lost
To be left out in the dark
To be kicked when you're down
To feel like you've been pushed around
To be on the edge of breaking down
And no one's there to save you
No you don't know what it's like
Welcome to my life

& this is how i thought it really was:

I am hurt
I am lost
I am left out in the dark
I was kicked when I was drunk
I was hurt and pushed around
To be on the edge of dying now
With no one planning a rescue
No you don't know what it's like
Welcome to my life

-which is actually wenqi & LMHMKMN's fault though.

***

III. "YOUNG RAFFLESIANS ELITIST, say boy and author"
- more on this when i'm lucid.

***

IV. MY LIFE AS IT IS,
could i be overdoing it? observe,
Subjects: GP, H2 Chemistry, History, Economics, Math + H1 Physics, Chinese
CCAs: Raffles Players, Bridge, History Society
Signing Up: Adventure Camp, ISLE, Raffles Bicultural Program (India)
IHC: Dramafeste, Musicfeste(?!!), Bridge, Floorball, Badminton
House: Firebrigade (aka Grassroots)
Others: Free English tuition for underpriveleged kids, Campus outreach, Net

***

V. PILLOWMAN (NC-16)
26 March - 6 April
zomgz.

about my Layout,

does the ENTIRE RIGHT COLUMN (comprising of my Introduction, History, TAGBOARD, Links, Archives) appear at the very BOTTOM of the page? do tell me, because it does on mine.

I have arrived at the following conclusions:
1) IE is noob but i will remain faithful
2) blockquote botched up my alignment
3) the guys in my class are, in the words of an ogl, "Damn Screwed Up."

#311: Whammo Ammo

"Ammunition"

by Switchfoot

Blame it on what you've been through
Blame it on what you're into
Blame it on your religions
Blame it on politicians

We've been blowing up
We're the issue
It's our condition

We've been blowing up
We're the issue
Our detonation

We've been blowing up
We're the issue
We're ammunition
We're ammunition
We're ammunition
We are the fuse and ammunition

I have no generation
Show me my motivation
One world one desperation
One hope and one salvation

Look what a mess we've made of love
Look what a mess we've made
We've got ourselves to blame
Look what a bomb we made of love

***

it would have been a lie if i had said that I Didn't See The Seven Coming. okay, so i had it coming. and perhaps i would have felt worse if i had gotten a decent score, considering the amount of effort i put in. (frankly, maybe not) but i have surrended and now my sorry angmorkentang ass has been shoved into H1 Chinese class, rejoice!

and i really need to work harder. i've not gone into Mugger Mode yet, and it's almost too late. i have to switch Permanent Mugger Mode on before Term 2, but it seems so ... unattainable. (Philippian 4:13 dictates otherwise, remembrit Abigail)
ARGH ARGH ARGH. my life sucks!!! - ever since GEP production, i can't stop myself from doing 'emo' rants. they are very cathartic, and enjoyable.

i have started to worry-and-wart about the A-levels. and the worst bit is that my worry-cycle looks like this: worry. don't do anything about it. worry that i'm not doing anything about it. worry worry worry. still don't do anything. worry that i'm in such a sorry state. worry that this is going to happen again and again.
- i have to break out of this Vicious Destructive Cycle of Doom.

yesterday i attended my second 4-hour Bridge session, and i was ... overwhelmed, to say the least. the senior who attempted to guide us spent the first two hours sputtering and trying his very best not to throttle us or split his head open on the table in an effort to restrain his Bridging impulses, because we didn't [insert Bridge term here] our hand and diddy our dadda, or we could have scored +400 points more if we had something our game hand. or something like that. then he began waxing lyrical about finessing (if i spelt that right), and spontaneously combusted when we didn't maximise the potential of our cards. then some other senior came by to explain things less excitably, and then he started discussing the Jay Chou concert with one the players at my table. i think my Bridge seniors are pretty awesome that way (even though it can be disconcerting when they laugh/tut/do a hand-sign you don't need to understand/wiggle as if they have ants in their pants/etc once they see your 'hand' - cards that is.)

seven, so no candy.

(thank god for RP)

#310: Mergers and Acquisitions

In the Second Scroll of Wen the Eternally Surprised a story is written concerning one day when the apprentice Clodpool, in a rebellious mood, approached Wen and spake thusly:
"Master, what is the difference between a humanistic, monastic system of belief in which wisdom is sought by means of an apparently nonsensical system of questions and answers, and a lot of mystic gibberish made up on the spur of the moment?"
Wen considered this for some time, and at last said: "A fish!"
And Clodpool went away, satisfied.

- Thief of Time, by Terry Pratchett

***

i have acquired a useful little skill as of late, namely being able to distinguish between RI and RJ boys (it's all in the pleat).

i have also acquired a useful piece of knowledge (only this morning) which is the fact that people who make announcements during morning assembly stand behind a rostrum of sorts located a floor above the parade square, east of the flagpoles.

finally, as i witnessed a Sec3 buy fried chicken fried fish french toast baked beans with gravy and rice for his lunch, i couldn't help but tsk-tsk a conclusion that RI boys do not know how to have proper, balanced diets (the abovementioned problem will have to be rectified by their future wives, and hence explains the need for Home Economics - "How To Cook A Simple, Delicious And Healthy Meal" - in RGS).

O-Level results are to be released tomorrow (24 Jan) at 1400h GMT +8:00, and i'm expecting the worst. it's always good to expect the worst; falling 3 storeys is much less painful than landing ker-splat after a 30-floor plunge.

i tell you today, if Ho Jia-Yin Abigail Rose gets an A1 for her Higher Chinese O-Levels, she will treat all her taggers to ... a treat.

#309: Merchants of Cool

i am disappointed in the general lack of faith people have in my integrity. (I am very integral.) honestly, do i look like the sort who would deliberately swathe their toes in Band Aid as a pretext for wearing slippers to school? - okay okay, the answer isn't exactly a straightforward OMGNO!, but STILL, people! my toe grew an interesting blister-in-a-blister blister after PE (torture) yesterday (due to ill-fitting NIKE shoes which indicate i am a victim of avaricious marketing strategies) which BEGGED for mercy and fresh air, and hence i discarded my school shoes for today. now slippers with uniform always attract the following reactions (beyond the stares),

1) pragmatic conversationalist: "Hi, why are you wearing slippers today?"
2) concerned friend: "OMG what happened to your poor foot?"
3) teacher: "Ahem girl ah, why are you in slippers?"
4) suaku schoolmate: "Eh can wear slippers arh?"
5) suspicious friend who expects the worst of you and hence will NOT get a birthday present: "Ahah *wiggles eyebrows*, Abi Ho, *wiggles eyebrows* nice *wiggle* plaster *wiggle wiggle wiggle*"

today my unshod feet got trod on... ALOT... but it is possible i shall retake the risk tomorrow.

oh yes and if i, sms or MSN-wise, have demanded "WHO ARE YOU?" of you, i crave your forgiveness. (remember i lost my entire Phonebook) plus, i don't ren4shi4 10% of my MSN contact list. so don't feel hurt that i can't match your "haha...OMG" to your face, because let's face it folks, everyone has smsed/msned "haha...OMG" at some point in their life.

friend-recognition troubles aside, Zhefei is officially my new Gossip friend. observe,

Zhefei: i kinda heard a few stories abt xxx, from my frd.
Abiho: whatwhat!
Zhefei: lolx, so eager to know..
[CONFIDENTIAL MATERIAL]
Zhefei: u get what i mean?
Abiho: no, i dont understand
Zhefei: nvm, tmr then ... tell u, haha xD.....
Abiho: okay. oohoohoo. *sCaNDAlx*
Zhefei: *GoSsIpS* - things that everyone pretend to hate...but still wanna know!
Abiho: yay ... *gOsSiP GuRLzZ 4EvAz!*
Zhefei: haha :P

-who would have thought my JC *gOsSiP GuRLzZ* pal would turn out to be of the male persuasion? (come to think of it, JC boys are damnably bitchy)

thinking of tomorrow makes me break into a toothy grin :D

#308: WOTCHER!

my CCAs for junior college thus far (in order of acceptance): -

Historic & Strategic Affairs Society
Bridge Club
Raffles Players

yes, can you believe it? RAFFLES PLAYERS!! for all the relative lack of intellectual subtlety (and slapstick melodrama) i'm worth, they actually let me into their elite theatrical society. i'm shellshocked, stunned, and completely in awe of the exco's magnananiniminity.

and i think i kena kick out of Gavel, oh nox. so my emceeing days are O-V-E-R.

i am extremely HIGH right now, with 7 ongoing MSN conversations; one of which is a MASS09s07ACONVO, and another is about theangstdribblers. they are blinking rapidly. my eyes, and my mental can't keep up.

toodleloos.

WEEKEND!
WEEKEND!
WEEKEND!
WEEKEND!
WEEKEND!

(but i cannot cannot cannot wait for school again.)

#307: WELCOME TO MY LIFE

this is Charles. he has a bacterial infection, and hence has to wear the cone to prevent him from licking the affected areas. he doesn't like it.

1,
my Players audition was horrendous. i had to (a) fill in a form (b) do a given monologue (c) spontaneous. i think i did (a) best, but it wasn't witty enough. so you can figure out how my auds went. (translation: I SCRWD UP BIG TIME AND I AM SO TRAUMATISED I DONT WANT TO BLOG ABOURRIT) so if i dont get into Players and decide Band is too killah, i'll join 3254235 clubs.

2,
my class is still changing: -3 people, + 1 yik sin (don't feel bad), and justin-the-sailor has yet to show up for school.

3,
remember the vunderful progress with CHEM tutorial? well, i happily continued into section B today, and was chuffing along just fine then WHAMBAMALAKAZAM, this question pops up with COOH(CH2)nCOObloodyH and I CANT DO IT. so i've reduced myself to discussing it with joey online. (it's been 16 years since i last did work online)

4,
and yes, even though no one has tried discussing this with me yet, i shall say it very blatantly now: school is SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO DAMNNNNNNN DIFFERENT with boys innit. but it is a welcome change after 10 years in a nunnery.

5,
yesterday someone called my (verymessedupborrowed)phone, and as usual i didnt pick up. i returned the call, but no one picked up. then the person dialed back.

Caller: [male voice] Hello?
Me: Hello? Sorry did anyone call me? I'm Abigail Ho.
Caller: Abigail? Auou oadgaagd aoiagga aoibga ...
Me: What?
Caller: Aaoubvdaa
Me: Huh? [just then I spot Kevin Quah not far from me]
Caller: Gosgsohsb
Me: Kevin?? Kevin?? Is that you?? KEVIN QUAH YOU SUCK!!! [cuts the line off]

my day then got worse, because it turned out that Kevin Quah was not the person on the other end. then, my day got evenworster and totally POWNED me, because the caller texted me:
"ABIGAIL, THIS IS YOUR GP TUTOR."
i am his GP Rep, btw.

6,
i have a BRIDGE introductory course (3-7pm) tomorrow, and i'm supposed to print out a 5-page stack of NOTES ON THE GAME to bring as reference. i know how to play 3 different kinds of bridge, but i don't think my knowledge of all three would even fill ONE PAGE.

7,
ihaftagopotty

#306: SOBZSTORIEZ

"You students are just like chandeliers. Light up all night, hang all day." - Econs tutor, whose name I've yet to remember.

SOBZSTORIEZ #1,
remember the tragic story of my NOKIA 7370? the saga continues, because i decided on sunday that No I Am Impatient And Can't Wait For Tatwai's Phone On Monday, and hence borrowed my brother's phone (totally different Nokia model) to use the interface as a guide to navigate around on my screenless phone. somehow, i ended up following this path: "DELETE ALL CONTACTS" [YES] - "ARE YOU SURE YOU WANT TO DELETE ALL YOUR CONTACTS?" [YES] - "ARE YOU EXTREMELY SURE YOU WANT TO DELETE ALL YOUR CONTACTS YOU CLEVER DICK" [YES] - "...DELETING..." - "ALL YOUR CONTACTS DELETED, HARH!" so yes, i have resigned myself to the fact that i have to rebuild my Great Empire of Abigail's Contacts. and you, dear reader, can help me by emailing/msning me your number at thirtyquid@gmail.com, or just SMS me.

SOBZSTORIEZ #2
my school day owns your school day, ending at 1720h with PHYSICS (which my parents violently encouraged to continue because i have a supposed 'aptitude' *snorts* for it)

[edit] SOBZSTORIEZ #3
chemistry. now that's self-explanatory i'm back, and i have completed the FIRST SEGMENT OF THE TUTORIAL ALL BY MYSELF, and I UNDERSTAND IT ZOMGZ! [/edit]

SOBZSTORIEZ #4
tomorrow is my Players auditions, and i have a nasty case of the jitters. argh argh argh argh argh argh argh agrh argh. i SUCK at auditions. ARGARHATION. i am very very very very very very very very very scared. if i dunch get in, i will be stuck in bridgegavelhissoc (ditched floorball and archery), boohoox!

[edit] SOBZSTORIEZ #5
i go do homework now. DONE CHEM. i need help with graphs now. [/edit]

#305: The Geek Revival

there has been an Academic Awakening within me, and it scares the hell out of me. it may not disturb you until you hear this: today i took out my H2 Mathematics "PURE MATHEMATICS NOTES" to look through, and they actually got me very excited, and i started reading the notes & doing the exercises. and i had fun. i can't wait to do more. alot more! omgomgomgomg, mathmathmathmath!

my phone however, 1st gen Nokia 7370, is dead. the screen costs at least $80 to repair, and it's not guranteed that the same problem won't resurface. so, it's the end of the road for my 7370. Oh, Woe! but i'm considering the w910 (SonyE, only because it's pretty). i'd like to stay loyal to Nokia, but their designs this season are pretty awful. or perhaps i should get the 7373 (new and improved 7370), but the LCD screen might mati again, Buggrit.

on a brighter note, youtube finally cooperated and hence the 416 Class Video is up, Huzzah! - you have to forgive the background music, because it was done by Total Amateurs (i.e, us), and each time we recorded we sang in a different key (much to my chagrin). nevertheless, i think it's adorable.

#304: Boy With A Stick

“The only gossip I’m interested in is things from the Weekly World News: ‘Woman’s bra bursts, 11 injured’. That kind of thing.” — Johnny Depp

i accidentally did a quiz and this is the result:

Your Blogging Type Is Clever and Witty

Of all blogging types, you're the best with words. Almost every blog post you write has legendary quality. You have a perverse sense of humor and often play devil's advocate. Impatient and picky, you tend to go off on funny rants from time to time.

What's" Your Blogging Personality?

i was so flattered, initially. until i reached the "perverse sense of humor". my humor is, many things but, definitely not perverse. i resent being called Perverse! GRR.

PE lecture today wrapped up my academic week, and it was rather interesting to see how different J1s cope with post-orientation. many OGs are still going strong (half of MT02 is, at least), but people have started filtering out of the OG system, and have either reattached themselves to old friends or have begun hanging out with their *new class*. (but i, i am a social moth; i flit to and fro, HAH.)

i initially had lots to tell about my week. for instance, i wanted to tell you the full dramatic version of Kim and Chee playing badminton with my equipment (yes i've been bringing racquets to school, and i brought Cluedo yesterday too.) in some walkway and subsequently getting my sole shuttlecock stuck among the pipes that run along the ceiling, way above our heads. and i wanted to tell you about how i lugged a table right under the spot, stood on it and tried to coax the shuttlecock down but was unfortunately far too short. i was also hoping to tell you about Boy With A Stick (who didn't have his stick just yet) who came along and was at least a full head taller than me but who also could not reach the damnable pipes, and then kindly offered to go all the way to RI and visit his Scouts' room and retrieve a long stick (he promised he'd be back in 10minutes) to prod the shuttlecock down. and lastly i wanted to tell you how he gallantly ran off into the distance to retrieve his stick and i turned to Chee & Kim to tell them how "marriageable" he was (which translates into: Boy With A Stick is such a lovely rare breed of gentleman). i eventually got my shuttlecock back, but Paul(ine) hit it into some unreachable place today. damnation.

i would really like to tell you more but i am just so damned tired. i need a nap.

#303: BUGGRIT MILLENIUM HAND AND SHRIMP!

MT02, The Best OG In The World

awesome.

a 5-hour (not 4, i made i mistake in my previous post. i stayed back till 1330h to crash Theatre Studies) free stretch in school is always promising, but today... total mishap!!!

it all started from the very first lesson, chemistry. IT WAS IN BLOODY GREEK. and it made me realise i have to start mugging like, Now, if i like, actually want to like, even like, pass.

then free time where i played Cluedo, badminton, and attempted basketball respectively. after bball however, i dropped my Nokia 7370 on the bricked floor that lines the bball courts. it went plink! and phones should NEVER go plink!. the cover flew off, hopped into the drain and settled in the muck. after rescuing it, i realised my phone had blacked out. and ever since, my phone has been whited out. white because the screen is ever-white when the phone is on. yes, my phone still functions as per normal - with the normal alerts (vibrations, beeps, etc), and normal functions - but there is only one small problem: the screen, as i mentioned previously, remains white. no matter what.

WTABCDEFGHIJKLMNOPQRSTUVWXYZ!!!!!!!

SO I CANNOT READ ANY SMSES!

and now i have to rely on my (superb) memory and (superber) reflexes to make it work. that is to say, i (try to) call and (try to) sms people without a screen. and it actually works. (fine, mostly. the 3 smses i tried to send to kim didn't get to her)

so if you do need to contact me, CALL ME.

abigail, out.

p.s. if you are the Boy With A Stick, words can't express my gratitude.

#302: ITI SAPIT EYI MA NASS

the chinese drama serial that airs at 1900h weekdays on channel 8 is getting out of hand. besides the fact that it has my brother & my father mesmerised, it has gotten so over-the-top that i don't know what to say about it anymore.

enough about other drama. i'll begin mine,

jayseeing has been a unique experience thus far. i come home completely spent (so tired that i actually NAP, omg!), but happy, and eager for the next day (free-time-at-home has never seemed so long).

my class is well, mediocre. i don't think i can complain about the gender ratio (exactly 1:1, and at least not like the class with only 4 girls that kevin & yiks keep complaining about, and FT's evaluation of his class being, "Confirm cannot get girlfriend already!"), but there are certain people i have... Issues with (aiya nehmy la, it's only TWO YEARS). all the J1 classes have been informed that we will have to get stranded on Ubin again, which evidently is MOE's No.1 Bonding tool, in order to get to know each other better and yadayada. honestly, i don't want to think about it right now - it's not that i don't like the people. it's just that i've never been stranded on an island with boys before.

oh and, Newsflash of the millenium: ABIGAIL HO AND ABIGAIL KANG ARE IN THE SAME CLASS ... AGAIN! - everyone can't believe it, and we are still coming to terms with it too.

today was CCA Feste (somehow, the additional "e" makes it more classy), and being the Kiasu Singaporean Rafflesian Girl i am, i signed up for a hell lot of CCAs. okay, besides the fact that i am a KSSRG, the other reason i have decided to relentessly try out for CCAs is because i promised myself that i would not repeat this mistake that i made in RGS: i did not try out for OM/PSB/OSL because i couldnt be bothered to fill in the forms. i hate forms. they are the bane of my academic existence. (this is the 2nd greatest mistake of my RGS life. the 1st being not listening in class or doing homework, eheheh.) so i have given my details to the following CCAs:

Raffles Players

Archery

Gavel

Floorball

History Society

Bridge

and i almost did / am still considering:

Chorale

Jazz/Rock

ODAC

Interact

Council??? (*dang dang dang*)

i hate making choices; i am a girl for a reason ("women are fickle", you savvy?).

CHOICES.
CHOICES.
CHOICES.

CHOICES, invoked by scarce resources and unlimited wants. (- i can see a stellar economics student flowering here)

speaking of CHOICES, shall i play Cluedo or Badminton tomorrow during my short 4-hour free stretch?
i shall walk to RI for the milo.

#301: jayseeing

evidently, i've not had much time to use the internet as of late, and it's not because JC is particularly trying (YET). basically all i've done this week is: dance, cheer, watch storylines, walk, eat, socialise, dance. i'm not too sure what's in store for the week ahead, but this is the general idea for monday (or so i assume): dance, finally meet my class, WAR GAMES (i hope they are as fun as the name is promising), shop for costumes, O'night, go home late late.

oh yes, just an update on my life,

I am in: MT02, aka T'he Best OG In The World (what an original name)
I am: er, T'aitai. which is, the female J1 group leader and not a reference to my Diva-ness
I am taking: CHEM + P + GP (a clue is that CHEM = Chemistry)
I am considering: Players, Bridge, Floorball, Interact, Anglo-Chinese Society (which i hope to pioneer, with the aim to "appreciate Chinese in English")
I will kaypo: Theatre Studies tryouts, Dance tryouts (i think the kevins want to go)

aiya, i sleepy sial.
and i need to buy fbts. i only own ONE PAIR of grey fbts (that are too big for me), and i don't know what possessed me to buy them (if you want them, tell me! they are like, brand new with tags on).

#300: 2008

now, this is the First Post of 2008 (though it comes later than i would have liked), and i am indescribably delighted at the fact that it starts at post #300, which is a Nice Number.

so just 3 things to clear,

1) HAPPY NEW YEAR!

2) I am in RJC.

3) I am loving my Orientation Group, but am totally wary of my position as "Tai Tai".

yay.