I haven't. That was just some food for thought cause I'm starving now but my flabby tummy warns me from going down to the kitchen to satisfy my gluttony.
But just in case you were wondering what to get me for my eighteenth birthday, this post is to help you. ( Gladys is amazing, doesn't she just think of everything? (: )
1. VOUCHERS
Cause I have good taste but insufficient funds to prove that. I feel so darn boring wearing the same things over and over again. No matter how awesome I look, it can get dull after wearing the same clothes a few times a month. I know it's hard to believe.
2. Bring me for a good meal and do something fun with me
I don't think drinking is fun. I've got too many skeletons in my closet I admit and I'm not willing to let them out. Good meal is subjective, I'm not fussy but I don't like raw and exotic food. Fun = Play pool with me as long as you don't kachao me about my lousy pool skills ( Ahem Alesia Gian Ahem) , ooh I like Air Hockey too or SURPRISE ME :D
3. Sexy policewoman outfit
Found Liang court, somehwere around the lingerie section near BLUSH. SEE SO SPECIFIC. I really wanted to buy that but #1 no occasion to wear #2 people will say I'm slutty ( but who cares) #3 My mum will screw me for throwing money away but if someone bought it for me, it'd be a totally different issue eh? Wink wink
4. A lot of things that can't be bought with money. No point saying here, sighhhh.
5. Ashley.
Last but definitely not least.
Thanks guys, can't wait for my birthday now.
Today I embarrassed myself when i went to Ashley's house. I called Ashley's father ' daddy'. You see, blog, I was real tired when i reached and my brain was functioning like really slowly. So when I heard Ashley say, ' hi daddy', my instinctive reaction was to echo Ashley's answer. That was exactly what I did. Sometimes I feel my mouth works on auto pilot, like I don't think before I speak, and that's really bad, don't you think, blog? I yelled out cheerfully, ' HELLO DADDY!' There was a split second of silence followed by roaring laughter accompanied with blood gushing to my cheeks. I stood there horrified and humiliated at what had transpired. I immediately attempted to rectify my error by addressing Mr. Lim as 'Uncle' but the damaged was done. He had heard it all. At least, all was well after about 5 minutes of teasing and chortling, UNCLE said ' Don't you think it's a bit early?'
Oh wells, dear blog, now I understand why everyone loves bimboes.
Gladys,
not a bimbo, just mildly airheaded
Dear blog,
Sometimes while I'm in a quiet area, I tend to wonder about seemingly insignificant issues. I dismiss them more often than not but I think I shall not cast these thoughts aside any longer. Alright, I'll begin with the idea of maturity. You see, most people have a voice unlike you, blog, and these voices ask me why the sudden bout of 'randomness'? Hmmm, I guess that's because I've been struggling with this issue for a very long time and a few indirect encounters with my ex boyfriend, Timothy, has jolted a very poignant memory of him telling me how immature he and his best friend, Priscilla thought I was. You know what the silliest thing was? I actually believed them, I thought well, they were older ( by 3 yrs ), had seen more things than me and knew better. Of course, it didn't help that I thought they were real smart because they were from HCJC. It's the second best JC in Singapore, only for the elite, unlike me, blog. 4 points after deduction is too lousy a grade to get into such a prestigious school. I would never have been considered for HCJC. Yes, so these intelligent adults told me I was immature. Timothy told me in my face, Priscilla said it to Tim behind my back. How is bitching about somebody you have not met personally mature? But I never questioned it. I accepted it. I worried about it. However, my home tutor, Mr Kuang, a very kind man, told me that outwardly silly behavior did not necessarily reflect immaturity. He is right. I am not immature. I'm just less experienced than Timothy and Priscilla. Let me mature, do not tell me to be mature. It does not just happen. Let me fall and make my own mistakes, there will be enough of them. Let me bask in my triumphs and shine in the glory of my youth. Why oh why, blog, why did they force me to grow up? They will be plenty of time for me to grow up. You claimed you have helped me grow and taught me but I never did enjoy the process. You forced me to be good, I did not want to be good. I did not want to be yours to command, I am my own mistress besides almighty God himself. As I type this, my heart feels laden with lead, but I feel as though I am healing. I have grown up without you, Timothy Yap Hern Pei. I dare you to look and me and call me immature. I knew I was mature the day I ripped off the shackles that bound me to you. It hurt me like crazy but any amount of pain is worth tolerating for me to find myself again. Go watch SAW. It'll help. By the way, I do not hate you because hate contains abstract elements of love. I just feel absolutely disgusted with you. My repulsion deepens everytime I learn how phony you are through my friends and family. I warned you before didn't I. I said that they were MY friends and family. You didn't understand the hint? What a pity. Let's hope now you do.
Oh wells, dear blog, that was a pretty angsty post, but I'll be all better again and you know what, I hope secretly he reads my blog. Aren't I a sadistic little bitch. But you, blog, won't judge me because you're not human. People are so bad. I wish I weren't a person sometimes then maybe I'd be good.
Gladys,
a regular teenager with raging hormones
Dear blog,
I guess you're sick of hearing me rant, I warned you I had many issues though. A lot of people coo when they see cute little old couples holding hands in public. I like to see that too, it makes me feel as if there is hope for happily ever after like in a fairytale. However, a lot of people grimace when they see adolescents in deep embrace, nestled in each other's arms, as if nothing else in the world mattered. In modern terms, this is known as PDA (public display of affection. ) Personally, I know of some people, teenagers included, who condemn PDA. They claim it makes their eyes bleed. I scoff at the thought of people being outwardly disgusted with PDA. If people were truly turned off by PDA, why is porn so popular?! I googled Japanese girls to learn how to do Japanese eye make tutorial, guess what I found. Scores and scores of pornographic links. That proves my point that people are voyeuristic. So what's the deal with waging a war against innocent puppy love? In fact, I strongly supprt couples embracing in crowded areas such as the MRT. They stand closer to each other, leaving more space for everyone else! Aw isn't that just sweet and considerate?! There you have all these middle-aged 'aunties' pushing your way through with huge bags of groceries, and you are the ones complaining about these poor teen couples. How ironic. Perhaps PDA triggers off such an intense feeling ( in fact, some people have a personal vendetta against it) because ( and i can only think of this reason) people are generally sore about their own declining romances. Love is good. Sharing is good. Share the love. Support PDA.
Wasn't that inspirational, blog? Maybe I should be a motivational speaker or something.
Gladys,
always looking for trouble
I feel like giving up for the first time ever. I think I'm biting off more than I can chew. That's purely my fault.
I feel like I'm teethering on the brink of insanity. Somebody please help me.
)):
I'm so tired. I will not show it. I am strong. I am invincible. I will not break down.
However, I feel like collapsing and breaking down from the presuure of all the work being hurtled at councillors.
Graduation night looms near, yet we face unnecessary red tape which prevents us from completing our task. This problem is exacerbated with so many people leaving for OCIP. Come Monday, there will be 3 people effectively in our wing. We meet with roadblocks everywhere and every minor setback sends our minds reeling and our tears of frustration pouring out.
At orientation today, we were split into our houses. I was given a few tasks. When asked when the tasks could be completed, i suggested the following night. They were stunned. Same for Heidi. She gave them the poster design on the very same day the design was requested. We do not find anythig astonishing about the efficiency of our work because we are so used to working under such pressure.
Heidi, Brian and Melvin just left ( awesome foursome, including me). I love our plans for 2012 in the event the world does end. Working past 10pm together, slaving together like dogs. I don't know why we try so hard all the time because we are all so tired. They are the people that keep me going. If i had to spend my night painting stars and thinking of how to make our cheap stuff look expensive and how to appease 'michael' without accepting his distasteful colour combination, all by myself, you might look forward to my death anniversary, the same time next year. They are tired too, but they keep me going. They keep me strong.
And back to Ashley, I'm so grateful for him. He really cares about me unconditionally. I feel so lucky to have him.
I REALLY love my clique.
Things that I'm fond of but most poeple cannot stand
1. PDA
2. TMI :D
( funny how they're both acronyms)
3. revealing clothes
...
and the list grows
HAHAHAHHAHA
Q: Why is George in Australia?
A: Cause Bush is down under.
HAHAHA I make the best jokes i swear, just that my talent often goes unappreciated.
As usual, the end of the month spells poverty for me but I survived by a blend of borrowing money from my sister, staying home with my bf and going out with my mum instead of friends.
I don't buy that many things so I really don't know how i manage spending so much $$$ everytime i go out. Sighhhh.
By the way, i did not d my essay on porverty so I did not produce stellar grades, I blame my complacency.
I saw a minipart on the MRT today. Hilarious.
BTW ever tried going to those obscure shopping centres that no one talks about? Like some jurong thingy i went to today at Boon Lay station. Pretty cool. Place was huge but nothing much to buy though. Haha my mum bought me BB cream though. YAY! 79.90, but discounted so 49.90. Too bad today's last day. HAH.
I have nowhere to go now because I really don't like the clothes in Topshop/ River Island now etc etc etc. Stupid shoulder pads and fugly lace.
I AM NOT A CHEEBYEKIA. YOU MOTHERFUCKER.
I got back GP today, I dropped 8 marks and I confess myself to be utterly disappointed. Whilst maintaining a cheerful front reassuring people, i felt pretty smashed up inside. B isn't a bad grade but i expected to improve to an A because funnily enough, I actually studied a bit for promotional examinations as compared to complete 'taiko' ( or however you spell it) for MYEs. Stupid huh? How to improve my comprehension score? Should have known it was a fluke from the start.
C for chem, 58 to be exact, not supposed to know but Miss Chan told us before the official release of the papers. Adding that to my miserable midyear score, I got 56 ( rounded up), still a C so I'm pretty relieved. It isn't great but I'm not the brightest bulb so a C will do.
D for Econs, don't know my exact score though, improved from a U from midyears so I can't complain.
I passed Lit, I don't know the grade. But i passed. For now, that's all that matters
That's all I know.
I'm super dreading tomorrow. It's the day that will seal the fate of many. There will be a lot of sore eyes and black faces tomorrow, as there will be cheerful countenances and relieved hugs. Whilst it is acceptable that one should feel the urge to bask in one's glory and stellar results, I find the celebration highly insensitive. Regardless of my results, I'll feel like dashing out of school and tearing myself away from the hectic insanity. I am sadly unable to fulfill this simple desire. Duty calls.
Seems almost ludicrous to look back at our good old secondary school days and think about how easy it was to promote. We cried when we didn't get A's. The passing criteria was never considered. ( Now i realise that it was merely, a pass in English and 2/3 other subjects) Now, getting 2 U's is sufficient in depriving one of his/ her friends in the same cohort, precious time and some would say opportunity. Ahhh.Promotion is a battle. A constant and arduous struggle up a vertical slope. Once we lose momentum, we slip down down and down and some of us never pick ourselves up again.
I think i can safely declare myself out of the danger zone and I should heave a sigh of relief. However, I am unable to do so because many of my classmates have been unable to clear the minimum score in order to be promoted ( which is retardedly unreasonable in my opinion). I realised that I cannot imagine how my class would be like. Especially with Charmaine and Yi Sen, we fight and insult each other all the time. In fact, Yi sen was the one who came up with the infamous acronym for my name, GLADYS = go lick Ashley's dick, you slut. Witty huh? Yes, I'll miss them like crazy if they cannot promote. I'll be praying fervently and desperately for my class to be promoted together. Hopefully, Brother Paul takes pity on his poor, wretched students and grants us leniency in choosing students to be promoted.
I am rather amused that MDA banned porn. No. Scratch that. I am amused at people's responses to MDA's action of banning pornography .
This might just turn you on. The speaker is ravishing and radiant, even with no make up on.
http://www.facebook.com/home.php#/video/v
#1 Ashley and I scolded the bus driver of SBS8036X yesterday. Si bei shiok.
Bus was crowded but we managed to find two seats, an old couple came aboard the bus. Aww so cute, love old couples. So we, being the ever civic-minded and kind people we were, let the old people have the seats and incidentally we moved to the only vacant spot which was near the exit of the bus, somewhere in the middle. Were we complimented for our upright moral behavior? Fuck no. The fat fugly ( i think, she was wearing disgusting sunglasses to mask her shitface) bus driver yells at us in a misture of chinese and English. 'SCUSE MEEESTER(MISTER) AND MEEES ( MISS), BU YAO ZHAN ZAI EZ-LINK KA NA BIAN BROCK ZHU BIE REN AR!) .Loosely translated version ' excuse me mister and miss, don't stand at the ez-link card scanner, you are obstructing the way of other passengers.' It was more of her tone, i swear, i wanted to punch her in her already flat face. I don't know what inspired such wrath in me, even mild-tempered Ashley was pissed. We walked to the front of the bus,
Ashley ( think angry-police man face) : Excuse me, I don't think that's the way you should talk to the passengers (Stomps down the bus)
Driver( swollen faced and shocked): Zi ji bu hui ... ( You don't know it yourself...)
Me:( giving her the bitchiest face and dirtiest look ever): SHUT THE FUCK UP! ( walks down the bus letting her check out my nicely tanned and smooth back which she obviously doesn't have)
That was my first time really scolding a stranger. And it felt AWESOME.
#2 I'm sorry. I only saw one side of the story. Now i think both sides are equally fucked up and I am not going to dirty my hands for any of this bullshit. I'm pretty unaffected by what most people do in school. My life, or lack of it, in CJ revolves around class, council( being a dog, according to Yi sen) and Ashley. So I couldn't give a flying fuck what anyone else thinks or does to me. Wow VJ people know more about what's going on in my school then me and somehow i don't know how i got dragged in. Ahh nevermind that.
#3 GOOD NEWS. I AM A B CUP.
I went to buy a bra today and the sales person measured me. She proclaimed me a B. A solid B. Not an approaching B. Solid eh. I have been promoted from those ling yong baos ( lotus paste buns) to Char siew baos ( barbeque pork buns). I love it. It makes my boobs perk up and say Hello ( the ugly truth) Jealous anyone? Okay I joke. I know some people have DD cups. Oh well.
What else?
Some people may feel that I'm being antisocial and exclusive but I really think I'm spending too much time with council. Like I don't want to go out with council people cause I see them practically everyday and sometimes I think I'll be like too ( for lack of better word) sian. Everytime my class goes out, I'm stuck at mundane meetings and problematic proposals. It is inevitable that I'll associate with councillors with work and my first instinct would be to shy away from more than what is required of me. Shit. I sound like a bum. Perhaps I'm more than a little tired. I do hope Graduation Night will be meaningful and fun for the J2s to prevent our efforts from slipping down the drain. Don't get me wrong about not liking council. I do. I love council. I love my work but I feel saturated?
Anyway there was a comment on the survey shorts regarding changing the school shorts,
Would you support the change in school shorts ? Yes __22__ No__0___ Neutral ___0___
Other comments? : Not like you all are going to change the shorts anyway.
My response. FUCK YOU.
Why must you be so critical and cruel? Are we that inefficient as a council. Haven't the projects we have undertaken been relatively successful. It is people like you who offer brainless criticism with zero constructive feedback. But on the other hand, this makes me more motivated to change the shorts, prove that little motherfucker wrong.
So much to do, so little time. I'm going to ECP tomorrow. coolness.
I really want to promote and continue with my 4 H2s for the following reasons
1. I WANT FACE. ( SI YAO MIAN ZI = die also want my pretty face)
If i retain, I won't know how to face my teachers and cohort. I don't want to disappoint myself or anyone else. I think I've done enough of that this year.
2.I don't want to make new friends
Like so anti-social right? No la, I'm not going to be particularly close to any group in CJ, no other clique can make me nearly as happy as I am when I'm with my clique. Plus, i don't want to get close to another class, I think I'll feel like I'm betraying them and that way i can never truly be happy.
Let's see if i were to make new friends, I'd like to try to be completely honest, imagine this
' Hi, my name is Gladys. I like to criticise myself so that people will praise me, in other words, i enjoy fishing for praises, I'm mediocre, I will never like you as much as I like my current classmates/ clique. I have a bf, Ashley who owns all of you guys so go work on it.....'
I think everyone will really hate me. That's the reward of honesty. Who'd like to be honest now?
3. I get kicked out of council
I think i've dedicated a major part of my life to council. It keeps me feeling that I can contribute something, it makes me feel useful and fulfilled. I've made good friends and it's given me so many opportunities and really made me more confident and responsible. Haha like my evaluation on my council experience. Woohoo
4. No more Ashley
Life would suck.
Don't so childish, kids. Grow up. Your size fits the bill but your little brain doesn't
1. How can people derive pleasure from causing another pain? It may be obvious like the sadomasochism depicted in the destructive relationship between Gerald and Gudrun ( Women in Love, D.H. Lawrence) or it can be subtle like how everyone laughs at my singing.
I don't think it's funny, I don't mind teasing but I cannot stand being scorned or laughed at. I hate humiliation. But i refuse to say anything to all of you because frankly, I'm outnumbered and I don't think you all will understand. You'll probably shrug it off as me being petty or over-sensitive. Perhaps I am. But since this is my personal space, my blog, I'm allowed to express whatever emotions I'm feeling freely and honestly no one has the right to flame me for what I feel. ( BTW, I'm not referring to my clique or class, so no worries :) )
2. I don't understand why people talk nicely to me there's just two of us, but not when you're around other people. Do you feel powerful, as though you have the upperhand? It annoys me. It's hypocritical. I'm a hypocrite too but at least i admit that. I smile at people i detest and I smile when I'm writhing with intense wrath within me. You act like you're all that and I don't understand you.
Whatever, this is just an angsty post and I'm just an angsty 17 year old girl.
So what? I'm still pretty and cool and I've got the bestest bf ever. So why should i give a fuck about how other people react to what i do?
Times like these make me realise how lucky i am to have Ashley <3
_I_
"Find a guy who calls you beautiful instead of hot, who calls you back when you hang up on him, who will lie under the stars and listen to your heartbeat, or will stay awake just to watch you sleep... wait for the boy who kisses your forehead, who wants to show you off to the world when you are in sweats, who holds your hand in front of his friends, who thinks you' re just as pretty without makeup on. One who is constantly reminding you of how much he cares and how lucky he is to have YOU... The one who turns to his friends and says, thats her... "
I've found that guy
I love you Smashley (:
My promos are over. Today I searched for my LBD and push up bras.
BTW, LBD = little balck dress ( why all the acronyms anyway? I don't know but i feel cool using them)
I hunted high and low, scoured every store in Marina square and Raffles city but nothing materialised ( like my pun?) . So many dresses, so little money. Anyway they were mostly ugly la. Or as my sister puts it, cheap looking. I want a cheap LBD that is not cheap looking. Anyone who sees one please give me your kindest advise and DON'T BUY THE SAME DRESS AS ME. Thank you (:
Push up bras were plentiful but I don't like those busty aunties coming up to me gazing at my pitiful lumps and attempting to help me choose bras. I can choose my own, ThankYouVeryMuch. Like hello? I've been wearing a bra since P5 obviously I'm more in tuned with their size and perkiness than those ladies righttt? This beings me to a point,
I really can't stand sales people who march right up to me and offer advice even before I begin looking around. 'Can i help you?' and all that. I really feel like telling them, ' hmmm, sure you can! By lending me your staff discount card or fucking off?' HAHAHA But i never ever do that cause I'm so sweet and nice.
I bought a Sasa mascara on Sat, it's pretty but it sucks.Bloody waste of my $19.90. I shall stick with my cheap Maybelline cat eyes mascara, i think that works better than the Chanel one. Chanel just has nice packaging. See product differentiation and branding goes far and that is why we all must study Econs.
Haha nothing much to blog about, just random frivolous stuff like retail therapy. Sighhh I need a party and I need to go out with my girls and Ashley( who is my BOYfriend, poor you (:)
Hmmm what else?
Oh yes. I'll talk about looks in relation with wealth and fashion sense
Rich + ugly + no fashion sense: You flaunt your wealth by buying ugly branded things, I pity you. Employing a personal shopper would be a good option (:
Rich + ugly + fashion sense : Hmmm some make up will solve that, go work on that hot bod and guys will still like you. Padded bras and eyeliners work wonders (:
Rich+ pretty+ no fashion sense: Stop wearing your mum's clothes unless you're me(: Beg for an advance on your allowance
Rich+ Pretty+ fashion sense: Aw i wish i were you, I love Paris Hilton (:
Average+ pretty+ no fashion sense: Somehow guys like the innocent look, might just work? Hmmmm
Average + pretty+ fashion sense: Ask me how i look so awesome unless I'm studying.
& the list continues...
By the way, I hate vintage. I don't care what Anna Wintour says. It reminds me of my chinese teacher in Secondary 2. It's uncomfortable watching people conform to ugly fashion trends just because it's in store. Oh wells, i shouldn't say too much. It's not like I'm the most fashionable person around.
I'm going shopping with my sister right after promos
I need to buy two very important things that all girls should own:
1. An LBD
2. A push-up bra ( it's not funny, I have no boobs)
I'm a fat kid. I exercise and gain weight even when i eat lesser, wtf right? how fair is this? Plus my hot bikini bod is gone, okay it was never that hot but at least i was toned and thinner. Now I feel like a pig with extra flab bouncing out of my bikini and it's not even at the right places.
I hate my fat thighs, that i have zero hips, no boobs, no waist and no curves, i feel like a man, i don't want to exercise anymore, it's just making me feel heavy and i really abhore that feeling. I want to lose 5kg and get my abs back so badly. I wish i was born tall and thin with a superb hourglass figure. Then again, which girl wouldn't want that? Yuck, i'm quite grossed out with how i look now. Like how my clothes fit compared to last time. I had a nice picture last year, i could see my collarbones ( from the mirror) and my backbones + shoulder blade bones, whatever they're called. Now i swear that are totally immersed in my fats. I can't wait to lose weight, it just isn't happening like how i wanted it to be. I guess I'm not trying hard enough, i succumb too easily to temptation. I need a PE teacher like mine last year to tell me ( indirectly) that I'm fat before I actually 'wake up' and start doing something about my weight.
I got really badly injured today, the heavy metal gate like totally crushed my finger, and it's swollen and purple and hurts like fuck. I am not exaggerating. Take a look at see if i am,
Plus my parents were totally unsympathetic. You see, when I'm injured in any way, i feel vulnerable and tend to wallow in self-pity.
And my legs look HUGE in the photos.
Urghhh today was an awful day save for the fact that i had fun walking around in marina sqaure with my sister.
I feel like crap now and extra lonely cause Ashley's gone to sleep
):
Oh well, I'll blog my nice happy postabout lantern/ mooncake festival when I'm free, probably after promos, that is one post i'm looking forward to writing so i don't want to rush
Tomorrow is my GP paper so this will be a brief post
1030- Sister gets really sick on our way out of the house so i sent her home
1030-1100- Taxi driver goes halfway around Singapore just to get to the church, wasting more than $10 of my money
1100-1200- Cried in church cause i was worried for my sister, mum couldn't recognise me from the back, so i sat alone for half the mass
1330-1430- Ate so much until i felt myself really getting fatter
17001930- tuition which wasn't good at all
1930-2100 Ate more food, got fatter
2100-2200- most painful hour plus i thought i lost my ring so i slit my finger quite badly in the process of looking for it. I dunno how i'm gonna write tmr, even typing is awkward now.
Questions are swirling around in my head. I am confunded. I am distracted. I have broken my focus for promos. I have a bad feeling I'll screw up GP despite my fervent praying today. I think what the mouth of truth said is pretty accurate, ' i have an idea of happiness but i can't yet attain it' and a whole lot of other stuff which seems valid. Wow. A machine, not even a living stranger knows me better than myself. My life is an irony. A farcical irony
Hello hello hello!
Joke first, brace yourself.
My stomach is like a PPC ( production possibility curve), always expanding. ( ECONS)
Not a funny joke, rather sad actually that the 'joke' is made at my expense.
First, I, being the conscientious and nerdy student, studied in the canteen until i found out 20 minutes later that i had forgotten to bring my beautiful GC. So, smart me proceeded to the SCC, where i finished my ACJC chemistry paper, while Heidi and Jeremy snoozed peacefully.
Then, we decided to go to Zack's house. The ride from CJ to the first bus stop was smooth, then the big disaster came. Neglecting to make proper use of our god-given good eyesight, we took the wrong bus. 67 morphed into 61 before our very eyes and we ended up in an ulu bus terminal instead of our intended destination of Dairy Farm.
We, ( me, Heidi, Jeremy and Amanda) took a cab down to make up for lost time.
It was worth the arduous ride. Zack's place, the dairy farm condo, has a cafe which sells the most palatable food. Yes, i'm not a Gourmet, not even a foodie, but i can recognise good food, contrary to what my mum and sister ( who have supposedly acquired taste) believe.
These photos were taken with my lousy 2 megapixel phone, so pardon the poor quality (:
The people were really nice, so I'm giving free publicity
CreamLESS mushroom soup- funny right, i usually see creamY mushroom soup. Anyhow, this was one of the best mushroom soups I've had. So if you love fun guys ( fungi = mushroom), you gotta love this!
Iced ( duh!) latte with a straw! This is worth getting fat over
I obviously didn't eat this. I don't dig veggies and fruit, but i must say that looks absolutely scrumptious, almost tempting.
Okay had an intellectual conversation while studying(:
My side of the table sat in the following order: Amanda Heidi me
So Amanda peers over at Heidi's stack of Geog notes and sighs ' I should have taken Geog'
Heidi looks over at my Literature novel and moans 'I should have taken Lit'
I look to my right, i see a red wall and nothing else and i roar ' WHY DO I EVEN STUDY!'
That was quite funny, and according to Tseng, almost as funny as us taking the wrong bus without any of us realising it.
Went to Amanda's house, didn't study, ended up watching cartoons and playing with Damien who is totally cute. If i have a son next time, i want my son to be just like him! Ate very nice hor fun which i don't have a picture of and shrieked with laughter at my very own video.
I WANT TO SQUEEZE HIM!!!
&that concludes my day.
I will keep my spirits soaring until promos is over.
The promo rap
( KNOCK)
There you have that nice hard rap, hope you enjoyed it
Ciao
To all the Harry Potter fans out there, please diminish all hopes of ever becoming a witch or a wizard. I apologise deeply, i do not mean to burst your cosy little bubbles. However, it is imperative to remember that examinations are close at hand and it would be wise to mug. Since we mug, we are MUGgles. Ha ha ha, so funny right? ( Jokes run cold during this important period, they are usually of better grade i think )
Alright, jokes aside, I, being the civic minded person that I am, blog today with the intention to give everyone some examination tips that I feel are more important to me.
-Here we go.
TIP #1 ( which is also the most obvious): Get cucumbers for your eyes or those cute little eye masks you see in Sasa.
Most of us are currently burning the midnight oil to meet out study targets/ plans ( if you have one) for the day. This means extra late nights and compromised sleep. I know, i feel your pain. Thankfully, there's cheap and effective methods in ensuring that you go to school, looking as gorgeous or no fuglier than the day before. No one can accuse you of being a bimbo, since you have both managed to study and get fresh-looking eyes.
Before sleeping, place 2 cool pads on your eyes to reduce the puffiness around the eye bag area
For better results, put the pads in the fridge before use
They're really good(:
Half-hearted smile, i know, i'm exhausted.
$1.95, Sasa
TIP #2: Drink coffee out of a straw
Most sane people do not get the minimum 6 hours of sleep which is essential in keeping your brain sharp and alert during papers. They drink coffee like my sister drinks coke light ( 4-5 cans i day?). That is not healthy but I'm not here to talk about health. I'm merely expressing my concern at the darkening shades of teeth among youths. Today during night study, i saw an estimated 8 cans of coffee on tables within my scope of vision, none of them had straws. I am utterly horrified. I am here to impress on everyone that your teeth will get yellower as the years go by, even if you do not harm them further by drinking coffee straight from the can.
Firstly, the can is filthy. It is absolutely unsanitary to touch your lips to the metal of the can. Who knows where it's been?
Secondly, coffee stains your teeth. That alone is bad enough.
It is not to difficult to acquire a straw. Please get one for your own sakes.
It's hard to look pretty and smile while drinking something, but i succeeded anyway
Some obscure brand, i got the cheapest one available
$1.10, Shell
TIP #3 : Give yourself an incentive to study
Who doesn't love beauty? Explains why i am so darn lovable ( ha ha ha). Seriously though, when i look at my beautiful graphic calculator, i am motivated to do it justice by using it frequently.
Of course this was taken in its halcyon days. Its present state isn't a befitting sight for anyone at all.
I emphasise the importance of getting things cheap because it is irrational to assume that price is a sure measure of product quality ( econs). That is undoubtedly true, though my main reason for spending less now is to ensure that i have ample finances to go out, splurge and reward myself after the examinations.
Hope this has helped.
Thank you for reading
For lazy people, you may watch my video on facebook.
http://www.facebook.com/video/video.php?v=1
UPDATE!
( i am poor no more.let' hope it'll last, i want to go out after promos ((((:)
& I really dont like closet muggers. If you study, just say so la. -.- Is it like 'ko0lz' to not study or something? Sheeshhh
By the way, i am not a bitch. I merely state my opinions with umitigated confidence ( I saw this on Cat's pencil case and it is so darn apt). I hope you've realised that bitching about me is a no no. Seriously, when i scold you, i'm just being more upfront about it, the resentment we all feel at your incompetence is mutual, homogenous.
Hmmm... I'm wondering what people can actually say about me ( Recall all the bitch fights in primary 6)
1. I'm ugly? ( Nah, i'm not the prettiest girl around but definitely not ugly)
2. I'm a bimbo? ( I'm ditzy but i know when to settle)
3. I'm a slut? ( I've heard this a lot, i don't agree, i'm a flirt not a slut)
4. I think i'm damn hot? cause i strut around the girls' toilet in my sexy underwear ( Yeah, i do, so?)
5. I'm proud? ( this one i agree, but it won't hurt to preserve my self-dignity)
6. I'm fat? ( yeah i've put on a few pounds, but i'm still under the acceptable weight range, so SUCK ON THAT, HAH!)
and the list goes on
commens are FFA ( free for all)
Have fun villyfying me, i'm interested to know what people think. Seriously. I need a reality check.
I'm going to STUDY now (:
Happy 4th month Ashley(: I really do love you and i never get tired of saying it. Thank you for putting up with all my bullshit and loving me when i can be so unlovable and bitchy. You are the best. Let's go get smoothies tomorrow (:
The promotional examination loom ominously and dangerously near. You can actually taste the tension in the air ( i prefer to taste the food at night study though), and it is driving everyone to the brink of insanity.
The first paper will be the General Paper, or GP as we all call it. If you has asked me a week ago if there was any specific topic i was planning to focus on for the composition segment ( paper 1, i presume) of the GP paper, you would have the pleasure(or horror) of witnessing this countenance
( -.- ) <- ahahaha chubby cheeks
OR even better
( WTF)
Yeah that's not the point, i was merely attempting to inject humour into my would-be sullen post. Yes, so, back to the point. I was talking about composition topics for the GP exam. Right now, i have decided to choose the question on poverty. Why poverty you may ask, well, i have experienced and learnt through my 17 years of existence that i tend to write better on a topic i can personally relate to.
Poverty. While other very cool, sensible and mature adults in my cohort are getting drunk and high on absolute vodka, i am drinking the bitter cup of absolute poverty. As of now, i have exactly $1.50 in my wallet and $2.28 in my POSB bank account. I think i qualify as a poor person. Where did all my money go? I am given a satisfactoy allowance of $400 every month and still, i am always lacking and depraved. WHY? I cannot answer that, neither do i want to answer that.
I will not bow to the humiliation and subject myself to the sheer torment and incessant probing from my mother about where my money went to, if i were to grovel, teary-eyed, asking for a pittance. No, i will not betray myelf. I will endure this agonising battle and challenge of surviving two arduous days on $1.50.
hmm... maybe scrap that. I will approach my understanding and generous sister. Perhaps she will liberate me from my suffering.
No. Wait. She just bought something that went on 70% sale a week later, she must be in the foulest of moods, not a feasible idea.
WHAT AM I GOING TO DO?
I have nothing to sell. Except my long, beautiful hair which i know, have been the envy of many girls ( i am making a joke). HAVE I BEEN REDUCED TO THIS STATE?
Poverty is the worst form of violence. ( Mahatma Gandhi)
Yes, i know. I empathise fully,
So when you all see my stellar GP grades (LOL LOL LOL LOL LOL)this coming exams, do not be envious my friends. Remember, i went through trials an tribulations to earn this grade. With great suffering comes great reward.
Thank you for reading this post. Happy studying.
Just an update. My sister is in the same sad situation as me.
Oh please... let this be real
This little girl and her doggy needs money, will you be the one to save them?
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