Hi guys.
I'm going to miss miss miss miss miss AND miss livejournal.
But, temporarily, I'm teleporting back to blogger, as the title says it all.
I'll definitely come back whenever I like, and IF I have the time.

What's my new page? 
Ask me.

It has been so long since we have talked
I hope that things are still the same
hoping they will never change
cause what we had can't be replaced
don't let our memories fade away
keep me in your heart for always

You made me believe
that I can do almost anything
stood right by me
through the tears through everything

I'll remember you,
and baby that's forever true
you're the one that I'll always miss
never thought it would feel like this
I'll be there for you,
no matter what you're goin' through
in my heart you'll always be, forever baby
I'll remember you

I promise you I won't forget the times we shared, the tears we cried
You'll always be the sun in my sky
It may be fate that brings us back to meet again someday
Even though we go seprate ways

You made me believe
that I can do almost anything
You stood right by me
through the tears through everything

I'll remember yooooou,
and baby that's forever true
you're the one that I'll always miss
never thought it would feel like this
I'll be there for yooooou,
no matter what your goin' through
in my heart you'll always be, forever baby
I'll remember you

If the day should come when you need someone
(you know that i'll follow)
I will be there
Don't ever let there
be a doubt in your mind
'cause I'll remember you, you

I'll remember you,
and baby that's forever true
you're the one that I'll always miss
never thought it would feel like this
I'll be there for you,
no matter what your goin' through
in my heart you'll always be, forever baby
I'll remember you

Forever baby, I'll remember you.

Love this song. The lyrics are really meaningful and they're stuck in my head now.
Oh no. 

 Realised I've been neglecting this bit of cyber space and decided to pop by!

I finally, finally finally finally, get a breather.
Wondering why I'm home so early and blogging?! Hah.
Cause I pon-ed art club in wake of the blue slip I got.
*chuckles*

Our class keeps getting blue slips recently. 
If you don't know, a blue slip is an official permission from whatever teacher in charge and basically you get excused from lessons. That means to say, if you're missing and the teacher happens to ask about your whereabouts, your friends only have to mention the magical 'blue slip' word and you get the customary nod of approval.

Blue slips are actually for competitors who have competitions they need to attend to during curriculum time.
But, obviously, we play the part of supporters.  We even got compulsory blue slips aye.
Just when other classes wish for blue slips(like how everyone does), we get them even without wishing for it. 
Ironic isn't it?

For the sole purpose of updating:
Did my Napfa 2.4 run today. The 5 items are going to be next week. 
I WAS EXTREMELY TIRED before, during, and after the run.
Why?!
Cause I was so preoccupied teaching my sister CHEMISTRY (Yes, hell, chem. I haven't touched it for who knows how long) until 3+ am yesterday. She as usual, was doing the 'last minute' revision she enjoys doing so much, that I couldn't ignore the fact she needed my help BIG TIME.
Whats more? I didn't take my breakfast so during the run, this sudden gastric stitch almost got me killed.
At least I got an A after not running for an extremely long long long long time... Totally had to thank Joey for pacing me, or else I would probably had perished halfway.

Lessons are zooming endlessly.
Periodical biology tests. If you fail, you're off into remedial lessons. My most recent one? I scored 7.
The passing mark should have been 1/2 mark more, but fortunately for me, 7 was considered a pass. 
Thank god.
Really pity my friends... They scored 6 and that was just a difference of 1 MCQ!

Biology tests aren't that easy anymore. You can't rely on memory work. Most of the questions are application questions, especially the structured essay ones. Currently skimming through DNA and Genomics. My rate of info absorption during lectures is 0.01%. The best part? Biology used to be a subject where self-studying is possible. Now, even the notes are difficult to comprehend. There's a lot of visualization going on if you ask me, which I usually can't be bothered with. /:

Art's as per normal. Still getting used to expectations.
Passage-based essays for literature, lots of drafts to write. 

Yup, that's all.
That's my life, as I know it.
Life sucks.

Affirmation of the day: I SHOULD become sleeping beauty after A'levels.

Parasitic, bloodsucking, irritating, pain in the butt.
MONSTERS!!!
Hope they all kill themselves and go extinct.

Temperature check for the day: 36 DEGREE CELSIUS.
What the shit.

HAPPY 1 YEAR OLD BIRTHDAY, FIONNE!

Yesterday was my baby cousin's birthday. She was given a birthday party that was totally fit for a princess. She wore this pink ballerina dress and even had a BARBIE DOLL BIRTHDAY CAKE. I was going OO! (It was my first time setting eyes on one, so people, please excuse me.)

To celebrate her happy one year on earth, my uncle and aunt threw this birthday-celebration-cum-house-warming 'party'. Yeah, like the name suggests, the location was at their newly furnished house.

I LOVEEE THE NEW INTERFACE.
Compared to the last interior design of the house, which was (to say the very least, a messy clutter), it was now this beautiful, spacious-looking, elegant spatial apartment. They even installed this huge wall mirror that made the living room looked bigger. The plus factor was that many of us walked into the mirror, thinking that there was actually another room, or 'more space' so to speak.

The greatness of mirrors and the illusions they create.
This should definitely be well-known among all interior designers. 

Illusionary magic.
That's what I'm going to call it.
I'M CURRENTLY BEGGING MY PARENTS TO REFURNISH THE HOUSE.
Like, seriously, the house is in need of it.

It's been how many years?
20 years? Or more?
The house is even older than me.
Holy molly. And they STILL refuse to give it a new face lift.

I'M SO GOING TO NAG AT THEM EVERYDAY.

Pros:
1. Hotel style. (Everyone loves it.)
2. More conducive. (Obviously.)
3. The eye feels comfortable. (Which is VERY essential.)
4. Things are organised. (That means no more, 'MUM, WHERE IS MY DICTIONARYYY?' 'MUMMMM, DID YOU SEE THIS AND THATTTT?')
5. Less time spent on cleaning up during Chinese New Year.
The list goes on and on. I'm running out of time, so I'll only dive into it when I come up with the proposal. (Yes, don't ask what proposal. I'm going to propose the refurnishing of our 20plus-year-old house to my parents, in hard and soft copy. If I have the time, that is. In the meantime, I'm going to just nag and nag at them. I'm not kidding. Ha. Ha.)

Cons:
1. The revamp takes time.
2. Affects our daily life. (Includes travelling to school...)
3. Where do we stay when the house undergoes construction?
4. MONEY. (Though I could argue that we could substitute the money for holidaying.)
Blah blah blah. This reminds me once again, that there're many points to think about and proves WHY my parents are strongly against it...

Alright, enough said.
Let's take a look at the BARBIE DOLL CAKE!
You're going to be SO AMAZEDDDDD.

 

I saw your eyes pop out. ^^d

 

Guess whose feet are these?
It's pretty obvious huh.

 

 
 

♥
Ж The Three Musketeers.
We're famous. Why?
Becauseeee, everyone knows a,b,c and 1,2,3.
I'm 17, he's 16, she's 15 yo.

The tagline above was created by me and I'm loving itttttttttt!
Yup, the three of us were camwhoring. Surprise surprise.
IT WAS MIRACULOUS.
I was shocked when my brother enthusiastically posed with us. He kept going into his 'S-figure' aka ASS figure, or the otherwise 'leaning-to-one-side-with-butt-sticking-out' pose.I kept laughing and laughing. Didn't know that camwhoring with your siblings would be fun. It was our first camwhoring session kay!
HAHA.

because I'm getting better at skating!

Hallelujah.
I paid for kayaking, (which is happening this Sat and Sun, from 9am - 5 pm at Kallang), and I'm going to miss all of the fun. I'm so excited about DOING MY EXTREMELY BEST on producing 50 pieces of prepartory work by tuesday. Thank you so much H2 Art.

Freak. Just thinking about how much I've to sacrifice is nauseating.
1. My sleep
2. My health
3. Fun and time to do anything else. (that includes idling)

NO TIME. No time. No time no time no time notimenotimenotime.

SETTING POSITIVITY.
Stop being so neurotic. You are able to finish all the homework if you start now and don't stop, beetchh.

Well, its a holiday on monday.
I JUST LOVE HOLIDAYS. You get the extra time to catch up on your work.
It's the time to reflect and revise.

Trying to rewind my body clock these days.
Bedtime check:
Wed - 10 pm
Thur - 4.30 am
Fri - 8 pm

The irregularity is crazy. I'm going to have to do something about it..

Sometimes I feel like crying. So many things are unfinished, undone, and they are all piling up. I'm buried alive. Buried deep, deep, deep underground, deep inside. I'm falling to pieces~~~
(Note: That's just stress in words, pouring out. You can ignore all that.)

See hwee and I were treated to a shouting invitation in front of the whole class by my GGC teacher yesterday. Just because we both were late by a mere 10 minutes or so. She made it as if we 'WANTED' to be late. Obviously. We all wished she didn't come, but like hell we WOULD BE LATE IF WE DIDN'T HAD A REASON. When I told her that I couldn't leave the art room because the teacher was demonstrating how to paint, she accused me of not repecting her and thinking her lessons are of least importance.

Her rationale: You could tell the teacher that you HAD CHINESE now.
Please, I was too polite to interrupt the demonstration and this was MY FIRST TIME LATE.
Okay, so, I got caught eating during her lessons a few times, but what's wrong with that when THERE'RE NO BREAKS THROUGHOUT THE WHOLE DAY and YOU FEEL LIKE YOU'RE GOING TO DIE IF YOU DON'T EAT? So what if see hwee was caught sometimes sleeping and I was drowsy? WE'RE NOT MACHINES.

It's not like I don't do her homework or anything. In fact, I work so hard for gsc, so much harder THAN for any other chinese lessons I ever had. Didn't she know that if I dropped gsc, life would be a lot easier for me? But I chose not to. I chose to hold on. Struggle through every inch. When she started yelling her head off, I had the urge to just scream back at her and walk out of the classroom. And she said if such things repeated itself, she didn't want us students and she would chase us away. (?!) Hello, I CAN DROP GSC, ANYTIME I WANT, and if i have to, I'll make sure I DO IT BEFORE SHE HAS THE CHANCE TO KICK US OUT. Why did I have to get such a difficult teacher? Now, I'm even entertaining the thought of quitting gsc just because she's the teacher.

Couldn't she be a bit more understanding?
AND SHE SAID I HAD THE CHEEK TO RETORT. -'-

Like always when I get accused of something I didn't do, I cried.
The tears just came later on. I couldn't stop them. Felt so damn upset over it.
I did nothing wrong.

Well, what did you expect from teachers the age of aunties?
Them to be 'loving' like she said?
Just jump through the window.

In contrast to the chinese gp teacher, gp in english was so much better.
The gp teacher's actually had a sister studying in AC. She's an ex-acsian who's 2 years older than us.
She allows eating in class, sleeping(if you need it) and her lessons make sense. They ain't boring.

During one of the Gp lessons, we found a little baby bird and we brought it in to class because it was injured and its mother was nowhere in sight. Guess what?  The bird left its shit all over my Janeen and Joey's skirt. Wahahahaha.

The bird was soooo cute. At first we left it in the folds of Joey's jacket, but it hopped out and we transferred it into a round container. Then we decided to let it out when the bird kept pecking against the container and flapping its wings, trying to get out. Felt kinda sad when we left it on the tree. 







Oh, and there was this bird nest hanging outside on a bougainvillea tree near the sports complex. Haha, do take a look, although the baby birds have already flew out of the nest..
This is why I love AC's campus.
Besides the swimming pool, its nature friendly.
If only my parents allowed any sort of animals as pets besides fishes..My 'would be' pets? They would live to be a hundred years old. After I jump about the house in elation, that is.

Submitted final PI yesterday, finally.
Format credit goes to nicholas!
Thanks a lotttttt man!
Btw, YOU'RE NOT AN ANIMAL, KAY.

HAPPY LABOUR DAY, PEOPLE.
Ironic it may be, it's time to work my ass off.

I'm still alive but I'm barely breathing
Just praying to a God that I don't believe in
'cause I got time while she got freedom
'cause when a heart breaks no it don't break even

Her best days are some of my worst,
She'll find a man and a man who's gonna put her first
While I'm wide awake she's no trouble sleeping
'cause when a heart breaks no it don't break even
What am I supposed to do when the best part of me was always you, and
What am I supposed to say when I'm all choked up and you're ok
I'm falling to pieces yeah
I'm falling to pieces

They say that things happen for a reason
But no wise word's gonna stop the bleeding
'Cause she's moved on while I'm still grieving
And when a heart breaks no it don't break even, even ohhhh
And what am I gonna do when the best part of me was always you
And what am I supposed to say when I'm all choked up that you're ok
I'm falling to pieces
I'm still alive but the other one's leaving
'Cause when a heart breaks no it don't break even

Oh you got his heart and my heart and none of the pain
you took the suitcase - I took the blame
Now I'm trying to make sense of what little remains
Oh cause you left me with no love in order to remain
I'm still alive but I'm barely breathing
Just praying to a God that I don't believe in
'Cause I got time while she got freedom
'Cause when a heart breaks no it don't break no it don't break no it don't break even

And when a heart breaks no it don't break even, even
And what am I supposed to do when the best part of me was always you
I'm falling to pieces
I'm still alive but the other one's leaving.
I'm falling to pieces
'Cos when a heart breaks no it don't break even
Oh it don't break even no, it don't break even no
It don't break even no

YOU GO, GIRL!
(Motivation does someone good...)

On to the richer prospects of my life, I'm busy as usual. There's a whole long list of homework which I will dwell on later..these days I'm turning into a no-lifer. (I HAVEN'T TOUCHED AUDITION FOR WEEKS. Guess what? I lagged behind by 2 patches, so much that I didn't even know there was a 200bpm song! Until I played it and realised it was 200bpm instead of the 20bpm which I thought 'it' WAS.)

Lately, I'm gorging myself with fruits and more fruits, especially WATERMELON, in school and at home.
I'm getting addicted to it. My sweeping statement: I love watermelons because they are juicy.

Friday's PE was a to-die-for. We actually had something memorable to do instead of the sweat-my-ass-out-and-stink-like-crap mass pe lessons. WE HAD MODULAR PE! Which meant basically you chose from the various of modules available. Okay, there's only four.

From cheapest to least cheap:
Inline-skating, dance, fencing and archery.

Wonders of wonders, I went for the cheapest one, OBVIOUSLY.
Which so happened to my favourite one.
Loved the fact that you get to skate in school. I happily joined the beginner's class since most of my friends didn't know how to skate. Actually, all of them except for one, (Janeen), who was so damn prooo. Plus, I wasn't that much of a non-beginner either since I self-learnt. (Thank you, blackie for being my skating mentor. Haha, I still owe you your skates! :@)

Anyway, the skating lesson was so much easier than when i first started. I could actually skate without grabbing onto anything or wobbling about.
 
I COULD GLIDE.
GLIDEEEEE!

OH, and my sister passed her BM theory test. She scored 19/20. Unbelievable.
Considering she only started studying the night before..
Hmmm, that leaves me hopeful for my upcoming AM theory test next month.
And I'm also going to do everything last minute? I hope not...probably though.

Broader's perspective magazines are brilliant. I love their cover pages, the design, illustrations and most importantly, they're COLOURFUL and PICTUREFULL.  Basically, I love everything. Their cover pages are GLOSSY and much more DURABLE than Times' magazines's soft cover pages. Plus, Broader's perspective gives you all the info you need for GP. Perfect.

My Weekend to-do list:

1. Flip open Lit Survival guide (that means reading, not flipping pages.)
2. Literature notes (print out the lecture ones.)
3. Math Assignment 5
4. Math tutorial notes
5. Gp education package (argh. more reading.)
6. Art Prep work (eek. there's a lot to do for this one. And everything's by monday. I'm so dead.)
7. Art A3 piece (this is almost completed. Yay. But I spent too much time. T~T)
8. Biomolecules (notes)
9. Enzymes independent learning
10. DNA and Genomics (notes)
11. GP Essay
12. Gp Resource file (2 commentaries and 4 articles)
13. GSC Chinese article

That's it.
I need my watermelon.
And my huggable piglet.

I'm still surviving.

Somehow or rather, the unfinished pile of homework always seem to hang above me like a knife on a thread.
Any minute, if the wind blows too strongly, it will swing down and do the kill.

I'm lucky enough that there are no tornadoes.
Yes, the thought of homework drives people crazy. I didn't think it could in the past. But now, its a different story.

My sis is having her Lifeguard BM CPR test today.
Good luck, dear sister!

All the lifesaving tests are centralised at Kallang Basin now. I wonder why. They even included a written test as well. I feel so relieved that I was one of the previous badges. A written test would be such a chore when you could bullshit your way through in an oral exam - like how they used to question us as a team.

Actually,  I don't have much to celebrate about either.
AM for me requires a written test too. So I can't escape one.
On to another tidbit of the day.
I only recalled this after walking under the mrt track towards bukit batok swimming pool...had me thinking.

Where do birds in Singapore hide at (when it rains)?
Ans: They hide under raised-above-ground mrt tracks!

I remembered when I was young, I enjoyed strolling under the mrt track and I would start counting the splatters of white and black pigeon shit on the ground. That's when I looked up and noticed that there were birds above me. Where exactly? In the round circular cracks found on the underside of the mrt. If you stand under the track long enough, you can actually see the pigeons flying into the cracks and then you'll realise that they actually build nests in the mrt tracks!
I need more time,
to think about you and me.