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[25 Aug 2015|11:00pm] |
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Counting stars and passing cars
On the interstate
The end is near I feel it dear
But I am not afraid
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[12 Nov 2009|05:10pm] |
Hi there. You look ravishing. OP is freaking over. Yes. I know. I'm excited too. Mac adaptor (huge mess - huh charger then wrong adaptor model) Moderators (we weren't supposed to have any but since we got rescheduled...), check. Unknown (other than XQ) student audience, check. Encouraging accessors (just smile and nod boys, smile and nod), check. Blanking out for 2 seconds, check. Having no choice but to refer to cuecards, check. Q&A, check. But it went great. I know. I didn't expect it to be this good.
I'm 80% done with I&R. Need to get someone to remind me to print the coverpage and the actual document itself. 10am tomorrow. GPF. Hole punchers, one per group. Pen, one per person. Outside the library. I cannot cannot cannot. Cannot. Wait for this to be over.
Okay XQ is waiting for me to go home tgt now. Yay buddy. Bye.
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[07 Nov 2009|11:57pm] |
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It seems to me that I'm the only one trying to salvage this friendship like you never wanted it in the first place. I hope sincerely now you realise that admitting fault of neglect and saying that "it takes two hand to clap" will only mean anything if you do something about it. If not then keep it to yourself and I hope you're happy. I'm not giving up on you, I'm just out of fuel to continue this seemingly pointless and endless fight on my own.
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[31 Oct 2009|12:57am] |
I'm tired. Happy Halloween by the way! I will be Wanda from Fairly Odd Parents this year.
Lately school's just been about laptops, wires, hogging electrical sockets (OBSCENE SURGE OF UTILITY BILLS), loving my Jumping Jellybeans, getting annoyed by my Jumping Jellybeans, loving my Jumping Jellybeans even more after that, horrible food in the rather empty canteen, study bench and OP prep classroom hierachy, 7-11 trips 14x daily, being so filthy broke borrowing money, collecting money from everyone who owes me, dance technique dance technique dance concert choreo, open house dance, Orientation prep, thumbdrives, printers, Times New Roman font size 12 double spaced with photoshopped diagrams and references footnotes 70 pages, hanging out with my favourite favourite there are just too many I am so blessed junior college friends bitching about the system but not being able to do anything about it, creating a lifetime of memories (ew cheesy much), tears fears and another year (ew cheesy much).
But I really really really like Meridian. Can't quite imagine my life without it. God's almighty plans.
And about Promos, they were fine (in comparison to quite a few I guess, but damn shitty next to Mohan's sigh - such unhealthy competition). Coming to JC has taught me one thing if not anything else: To accept mediocrity is to be wise (because you don't tire yourself out trying to fight for something as impossible as being stellar). Overachievement is so overrated. ADMITTEDLY: I'M JUST SAYING THIS SO I FEEL BETTER ABOUT MY MEDIOCRE GRADES.
Okay gonna hit the sheets, just thought that this space deserves some attention. Jumping Jellybeans @ Cheryl's tomorrow morning then I'm going to study Chinese with mama. Chinese on Monday.
(Oh, btw I really miss Wong and Tiffy I haven't talked to them in ages)
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[20 Oct 2009|09:16pm] |
Every day I watch as my life comes together perfectly and then falls apart. Someone needs to tell me to stop being such a shitface.
Anyhoo, I needed to feel the feeling of something new so I got myself a Tumblr.
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[11 Oct 2009|10:28pm] |
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I need to start making the effort to keep the people I love close to my heart.
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[10 Oct 2009|02:41am] |
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Superhero loving.
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[07 Oct 2009|09:56pm] |
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Incongruity. It's very hard when you don't run parallel with God.
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[29 Sep 2009|07:52pm] |
The Stress (yes, singular) of studying:
YOU BECOME FAT. GAWD AWFUL FAT AND FLABBY. YOU FIND YOURSELF PANTING AND PERSPIRING AFTER WALKING A TINY STRETCH OF PERFECTLY PLANAR LAND PLANAR LAND DON'T EVEN GET ME STARTED ON LANDS THAT HAVE SIGNIFICANT GRADIENTS (I can't believe I have let Math infiltrate my life) YOU START CURSING AND WISHING WITH WHATEVER INSIGNIFICANT INDECENT AMOUNTS OF STRENGTH YOU HAVE LEFT FOR A GLOBAL AIR-CONDITIONING SYSTEM AND FOR THE SUN TO SHUT UP AND EAT ITSELF. YOU LOOK DOWN AND DISCOVER THAT WHAT WAS FORMERLY YOUR THIGHS ARE NOW 98.4% (3 s.f) LARGER (gosh this word should be illegal) THEY ARE DISGUSTING BABY WALRUSES FLASHING YOU THAT EVIL SMILE THAT YOU JUST HAVE TO STRANGLE.
I am going on a major swimfest after Promos. The last time I had one a week ago ended up with me huddling in a sweater half wet from the pool half wet from the pouring rain. Life is preparing me for fatness. I am destined for obesity. Woe is me.
Edit;
Jul's friend even has a theory on the directly proportional relationship between studying and soaring numbers on the weighing scale.
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[26 Sep 2009|06:04pm] |
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GP today was pretty pleasant. Hopefully this marks the beginning of more promotional pleasantries to come. Going to meet Radyamansyah now to study I need help with Math he needs help with History. Barter trade!!! Bye munchkins.
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[21 Sep 2009|10:56pm] |
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Oh happy day (oh happy day).
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[19 Sep 2009|07:30am] |
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Isn't it comforting to know that you're 10 days away from Promos with still shitloads of studying undone? It makes you just want to dive into a pool and swim 68 laps to get those calves toned again or take a busride to nowhere just to have Quiet Moments. There's so much to cover so little time I never learn my lesson I think I might have contracted your Protracted Perception of Time (not good not good). Brace yourselves darlings. But oh at least I found out that I am definitely not a night person when it comes to studying. I think the unfriendly night sky freaks me out. Gahhhhhh see you later my homies.
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[15 Sep 2009|10:32pm] |
Usually the moment I log into my Livejournal account, the first thing I'd do is view my Friends page. Today is different. Today I am happy. Warm happy. Fuzzy happy. I am going to blog about something We found. We found It. Here It is:
She said "what?"
He said "you."
She said "what are you talking about?"
He said "you. "
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[12 Sep 2009|09:11pm] |
I just remembered what I read about in the exponentially demanding GP test I sat for on Tuesday:
"One person does one productive task all the time on an or-else basis. Even if the task has a quantum of intrinsic interest (as increasingly many jobs don’t) the monotony of its obligatory exclusivity drains its ludic potential."
Bob Black, The Abolition of Work and Other Essays
(On a sidenote, the process of reading the essay and completing the test was so laborious it was almost as if it was done on purpose to emphasize Black's point of work being "nearly the source of all the misery in the world")
So yes, I am one with Bob Black. I say this with reference more specifically to History and Literature. I am so sick of using the word "imperative" and "thus" and all these dumb acronyms, writing in stipulated structures which have been imposed onto me/us. I hope someone recognizes how stifling and stunting structures are on the growth of creativity. I do not work well with structures.
And I do not work well with < 20 days left to Promos. I am left with 4/5 of History, 1/1 of Lit paper 5, 3/4 of Lit paper 1, 3/4 of Math. Some moments I feel that I'm putting in colossal amounts of effort (I just told Dan that I should be awarded an A grade for the amount of effort I'm putting in for Math) and start beaming with pride but then on second thought I spend huge amounts of time but I'm not doing a lot of things. If you get what I mean. No you don't get what I mean I know.
xxxxx
Time to update my iPod with new shiz. Can't wait for the new iTouch/80gb. I'll sell my current one to anyone who wants to buy it. You even get a permanent wallpaper that looks like an intricate flower.
xxxxx
10am Crown Centre. Balancing my Wuthering Heights bible, Lit file and markers of various colours on my lap sitting on a sad lonely iron bench non-youngpunk boy walking by 6x. Food glorious food Adam Road, Serene Centre Teh Tarik Chocolate cute Chindian baby. Thompson/Shunfu napping on a beanbag. It was a nice lazy not so lazy morning/afternoon with the bestfriend.
xxxxx
I like my study buddies. We are happy people. And we study.
xxxxx
I want to transfer out of MJ and work in Ikea so I can be a hot Swedish girl.
xxxx
One last thing:
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[10 Sep 2009|07:48pm] |
Dear you,
Scars make us stronger for life. So look up heavy heart we'll make us happy.
Love, me.
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[07 Sep 2009|11:35pm] |
Today: I'm glad he met them.
<3 you all!
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[02 Sep 2009|09:38am] |
 Royal Academy of Dance Singapore Intermediate Vocational Graded Examination Wednesday, 3 September 2009 1505 hrs. Palais Dance Studio #02-16 Crown Centre 557 Bukit Timah Road Singapore 269694 (I can't get my double pirouette en dehors on the left and double pirouette en dedans on either side!!!!! God, please help me to spot.)
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[29 Aug 2009|06:55pm] |
My saturdays are days spent with beautiful people, from the Kidsread at the kindergarten with the cutest 4 to 7 year old faces in the world, to the big overgrown kids who derive much joy from having their creativity sculpted into brightly colored pieces of plasticine art and those who try to resist ahem, Mardylove. I gave Aman my Green Apple With Protruding Eyes, Thick Lips and Blue Headphones Connected To A Grey iPod, a Patrick Starfish and a Grey Monkey That Actually Really Looks Like A Bear (from Abang Mohan). We spent quite a bit of time arguing if they should be playing in their big paper plate play pen or should they sleep in their plastic tray beds. (Meow)
Study buddy time was good today I felt rather accomplished having finished my Authority and Governance set of CSE notes and 4 GT questions from the Math Promo Package. I just got home from ballet am going to bathe now and meet Tangerz at Tmart Macs to mug. Oh also, I just got back my EoM draft 3 from M.iss S(amW/on;g and hurrah: "Hi Sze-ern, just some minor changes, otherwise, this is good to go. You write really well! Thanks." Just the encouragement I needed:) Okay time to gear into overdrive I'm going to finish studying for my H1 by Wednesday (since Monday there aren't any lessons, Tuesday there isn't school and Wednesday I'm skipping cuz of ballet exam).
I really want to finish The Bell Jar quick so I can start on my book review. Ballet started and ended on time today for the first time. After Sept 2, my life will be void of dance and ballet because Teacher's Day concert and ballet exam will be over. I haven't decided if I'm relieved or despaired at that. I'll miss dancing for the next 2 months at least, having been dancing for 6 to 7 times a week for 2ish months to not dancing at all. My muscles are going to turn into fats and my badly blistered feet/badly bruised legs are going to have a chance to heal.
Aman and I are going to get an iTouch and an 80gb iPod classic from Pearline and her friend for 400$ if I remember correctly but the Touch needs a bit of fixing. Who cares, as long as I get to see an iPod screen again. I can't wait I need to see an iPod screen of my own after having lived with a cracked one for half a year.
(Nowadays I am pretty inclined to not go into much detail about what happens in school/thoughout my day because plainly put, there is too much going on and praise the Lord that it's been the really really lovely things that have been happening. I love my friends everyone of them...even though they don't like me being a cat. They make it hard for me to be sad and I know they love mea lot. Hi MJ friends, I love you guys kissy kissy I know this is very cheesy but I feel cheesy now so there teehee)
To my Lovely Bubble Friends, I will reserve time for you guys after Promos. We'll paint the town red (and bitch about PW:OP).
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[25 Aug 2009|03:20pm] |
Follow your heart he said/Your heart will take you there/Swallow your pride he said/For pride is anything but rare.
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