600th post is coming soon! 8) I believe in quality over quantity, though.

I went out with Justin and Ariel on Thursday to Vivo so we could shop around that place and we caught a movie as well. I wrote things in my notebook, and then I stopped because I decided that I'm not going to pen 2000+ words down. As crazy as I am, I'm not going to do that because that's batshit crazy. I just killed a pen yesterday but it's okay, I have 2 pens and a refiller.

Both pens might be just normal G2 pens to you but they are not just mere pens to me. They are my friends. Even though that one I've used for YEARS might be chipped and tormented and... Well, broken (at the top area and the tip, but still usable), I'm never going to replace nor throw away that pen. That's how much it means to me. It's not something some other $2 G2 pen can replace. Those were my COMPANIONS, along with my blue notebook. They were there for me when I needed a listening ear. Corny as it seems but it's true. No fucking human was there when I needed somebody. Pathetic life I have but I like it.

I like that my notebook is able to shut up. My notebook and pen won't be able to betray me, ever. People will. People have mouths; They speak and they cannot be silenced, not even with all the amount of money in the mother fucking world. People just can't shut up. They talk all the fucking time. You know what, all of us talk too much. We don't shut up and we don't listen. I'm included.

This is what happens when you leave Marion with a space to write at 1AM in the morning.

Good writers are sad writers but I'm not sad enough to be good. Oh well.

Then after that a lot of drama happened the next day. Heck I'm not very sure whether it involves me but apparently it does, because I refuse to stay out of other people's business. I'm going to be lying if I say I like helping people, so I'm going to rephrase and say I like helping people who have helped me. It's like a karma kinda thing. Kay I (really) need to shut up.

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This is just going to be a short (short my ass, short) life update. My first week of December is already gone, frittered away and not used properly and I still have work undone. It's not because I don't want to do work, but it's because I don't know how to. If I know how to do freaking Maths questions involving curve graphs and algebraic expressions, I would already have. If I knew what to write for a compo entitled "Regrets", I would already have.

If it's REGRET without a 'S', it would be A LOT easier to write because now they are talking about regrets with a 'S'. Or maybe it would just be more grammatically correct to put REGRETS on the paper instead of REGRET. I don't know but no, that didn't make sense.

Perhaps I could talk about how I regretted not making full use of the first month of my holidays and using the computer everyday, doing completely NOTHING and just wasting time like that. Now I have less time to complete my work and less time for Me-time. But hey, at least I made some friends over the net!

Perhaps I could talk about how I regretted buying that dress for $30 when I didn't really like it. It's called harsh impulse.

Perhaps I could write something completely fiction about how I regretted not spending time with this person and the next day he/she got knocked down by a car lorry. No, truck and it would be impossible to spend anymore time with him/her. I really, really need to work on making my compo not too... Conversation-soundy.

IF I KNEW HOW TO READ IN CHINESE AND WRITE 2 BOOK REVIEWS FOR IT, I WOULD ALREADY HAVE.

(The previous book reviews eg. The Little Prince were English translated. I went to read the English version of The Little Prince on the net and then wrote what happened in Chinese. For the other book reviews, I ask around for the main points in the story and just write them down in to sentences, dragging them and using connectors. It would be batshit impossible for me to read an entire Chinese book. It's like asking me to go smoke crack and then kill myself.)

So right now I still have a pile of work that I am supposed to do and I can't think of anything good to write despite the drama that happened. I could write about the drama, but I can't speak metaphorically/write properly. Plus it's kinda douchéy to write about people's misfortune/tragedies. I don't know, the end result is called poignancy, no?

OTL Excuse fail.

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2009 is coming to an end and the new decade is coming! Christmas is coming too but right now I'm not having any Christmas spirit. It's hard to get high when you remember the crap you have to do. What kind of sick, twisted school gives work during the holidays anyway? Seriously man they just refuse to let us rest. It's like saying ONLY WHEN YOU FINISH YOUR WORK CAN YOU GO OUT AND PLAY, OKAY? C'MON CUT ME SOME SLACK IT'S THE FUCKING HOLIDAYS!

So right now if I don't finish my work, I'd have to carry the... Freaking shackles of stress and pressure of not finishing my work into the holidays. Great. Just fucking brillant.

I really, REALLY do not like homework. I'm not fucking paid to do it. Teachers are paid to mark our work. *Repeatedly slams head on the table* DON'T COMPLAIN TEACHERS, YOU GUYS ARE PAID. IF I WAS PAID 3K+ I'd mark crappy compos for a living and yell at kids all day too!

SINCE THE NEW DECADE IS COMING, THERE WILL BE EPIC BLOGPOSTS (and most probably there'll be nobody to read it but it's okay). I like to make lists but I never really got the chance to do it anyway because it's fucking pointless to do a list with only like what, 8 items inside? Really?

Fail.

Might talk a bit more about my life some day, but for now I'm going to (very, very abruptly) end this post here.

OH YEAH HI. I was totally supposed to get my books today but I slept late last night so I totally didn't feel like waking up and so I shall procrastinate somemore and only get my books on Friday, because tomorrow I'll be going shopping with Ariel (and Justin because we're dragging him along) and Justin is crazy because he wants me to wear my shades (because most guys know think I'm ugly) and we're in a shopping center and I need to stop using connectors and start using full stops. There.

This will just be a rather short update. It's actually been quite a long time since I've wrote anything or had contact with my pen. Or pencil box. Or my homework. Gah, December's coming already and I have yet to finish my homework ): I still have many things to do but right now I just feel really unmotivated to do anything. It's the holidays...

I've bought my school books already but I have yet to look at them, flip through or even touch my new school books. However, I just finished Mummy Knew and I spent all night (or rather, dawn) from 12.30am to 5am until I was caught to read it. I finished half a book during night time and it is a good book that made me cry like crap. It seriously made me cry very badly. Very good book. Rarely do you see (or rather, hear about) me crying over harrowing/touching plots, right?

The one thing that I don't get it is how she can keep calling her father "Dad" even after the horrific things that her "father" has done to her. I think it's just because she still respected him as a father and it's because she doesn't want to confuse the readers but I guess she can call him "monster" towards the end of the book since all of us already know that she's referring to her father.

It's fucking ridiculous because her "father" (step-father, actually) has never respected her as his own daughter! Pisses me off so badly.

I need to write a book review on a non-fiction book. At first I thought the book was fiction, but then after that I realize that the events inside are all true, with the author being the protagonist and I will be writing a book review soon.

...But I am totally not motivated to. I have yet to finish my English worksheet as well, and I still have compos to write. Shit. I really, really need to start on my work soon and I have yet to collect my Physics worksheet and I am so going to die next year. *Face palm* Because as a student, it is my "responsibility" to collect my own homework. Garh but it's not my fault that Mr F.Neo is always not in the staff room.

So I went to get my stuff on Monday, tried to find my flour baby but there was nothing in Ms N's pigeon hole ): I arranged to meet Sheetal at 11.30 outside the school and since there was still 30 minutes, my mother insisted that I have lunch at Kenny's Cafe and I REALLY, don't like to eat out. Ms Marzuki and Ms Lee was there so... OTL

Had vermicelli and Milo but didn't really finish it because I didn't really wanna eat. Saw Sheetal outside school and collected my work from her. I asked if she collected her flour baby and she told me that she wasn't allowed into school because she was wearing the class T.

(Speaking of the class T, it's about time that I burnt mine.)

Tiffany came later and told me that she's going into school to collect her flour baby and all while my mother and I went inside school again to get my school uniform. I salute the Westwoodians there selling the school uniform, seriously. I have no freaking idea how you guys tolerate the crap my mother tells you, and you guys actually have to listen to her. I salute you guys. I don't know how many mothers do that, but seriously it's something that I have completely no tolerance for.

I actually wanted to look for my flour baby again and the poster of my childhood with the interview (Oh my god. The interview that I did was completely fake. *Face palm* I made up stuff about what my bro and my "father" said. My mother didn't tell me much so I kinda improvised stuff inside.) but since I was with my mum, it was rather inconvient since I had to go home with her after that.

My mother crossed the road and Sheetal was there with Shuhui, and Tiffany soon joined us. Sheetal then told me that the flour babies and all were being displayed in the library and she told me that my poster is being displayed in the library. Tiffany then told me that mine is in her pigeon hole so I don't know. ._.

I bet my flour baby is the only one with a huge pink ribbon and a hot pink dress with (literally) beady (but not small) eyes, held on to it by safety pins (that was deemed freaky. But it's creative). I'm not very proud of my poster though, since it's not very well-done.

My mother then decided to take the 185 bus home, while Tiffany went home via 181, Sheetal and Shuhui and I stopped at the same stop before JP.

That kinda wraps up my Monday.
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Recently I have been sleeping at 1 and waking up at noon. Need to do more productive shit with my time. Seriously.

I shall abruptly end my post here and blog about the stupid NE daycamp if I have the time to.

OMG THANK YOU LENA FOR TELLING ME SERIOUSLY. LENA YOU'RE AWESOME. YOU ARE VERY VERY AWESOME.

MY CCA CAMP POSTS NEEDS TO SERIOUSLY, SERIOUSLY BE EDITED BEFORE I PUT IT UP ONCE AGAIN.

I feel like a TOTAL. COMPLETE. BITCH RIGHT NOW OTL

Now I have to kill myself by reading the 2K words I wrote, re-editing it like crazy until it is humane enough to be posted.

OTL I fail so badly. Hopefully the post will be up again either by tomorrow (Technically today because it has past midnight, 22/11) or by the end of this week. Or if I get fed-up while editing I might not even post it back up at all.

FOR THE FIRST TIME I ACTUALLY FEEL LIKE A TOTAL. COMPLETE. BITCH and really, really sorry for the content of my blog entry. My CCA has such a huge impact on me because I love it so much, which is precisely why I feel like a total complete bitch.

OTL So, so sorry.

(Post was delayed because I keep procrastinating)

CAME BACK FROM L&C CAMP, LIKE FINALLY ARGHHH.

The reason why I locked my blog was stupid. I actually wanted to do a rant about it but... No. Not worth my time. :) I might do it someday, but my anger has already simmered down so there's no point doing a rant when you're not angry. Yes, really.

L&C camp was... Okay. Seriously, it was okay. It wasn't that bad as I expected all camps would be, but it wasn't that good as I expected the L&C camp to be either. It was okay. The only part I honestly enjoyed about the camp was playing ghost for ghosting passage and freaking the shit out of everyone. I kinda fail because everybody know it's Marion. Ooh Marion's playing ghost. ZZZ.

So anyway before L&C camp started I had English supplementary and I went for it with my compo done. I realize that I write a lot (of nonsense) because the first thing I did (apart from looking for a seat and sitting my arse down on the chair) was to write. Hmm.

Initially I wanted to join the other three girls and I asked if I could sit at the empty seat next to them which was near the window. "Weepeng is sitting there" was Sheetal's cold and rather indifferent reply. I got the clue and went to sit on the OTHER side of the window, which was the place I sat at when we were asked to separate our tables during school days.

Ms Cai came in 10 minutes late and we started on our summary/comprehension. I handed up my compo to her and she started looking through it and called me back awhile later to talk about the content of my compo and how I can improve on it. She told me that if I continued writing the compo on "Trust", I would have gotten more marks compared to the one on "Write about an occasion where something seemed impossible turned out to be true" because my compo was that was kinda predicted, but nonetheless I would have got higher than everybody else because it was different from everybody else's.

She also told me that with my standard of English, I would have easily scored around 20 marks. :) What she didn't do was to really mark my compo and award me with marks out of 30. I didn't ask her either... Shucks.

...And Friday was also the day I realize how much I really suck at English because I fail at rephrasing. OTL.

THEN I STARTED TO RAIN. SHIT CANNOT GET BETTER. Shared my umbrella with Weepeng while Tiffany ran behind us with her file covering her head and her phone nearly getting wet. I was already late, wtf. 181 finally came and I still had to walk home and shit after that. ZZZ.

Gonna talk about L&C camp on another post because I myself think it's too tediously long.

I'M FINALLY DONE WITH MY TRINITY GUILDHALL EXAM THING OMGGGG.

WHAT A HUGE RELIEF. SERIOUSLY. Anyway will talk about that later. I wanna make a list.

TEACHERS I WHOM I WANT THEM TO TEACH ME NEXT YEAR IN 3E (so hopefully my life won't be hell)

English and Lit: Ms Nithiya/Mdm Saha*
Maths: Mdm Fauziah*
Chemistry: MRS TAN 8D
Physics: Hopefully it'll be some nice female teacher and not some unapproachable guy teacher. Sheesh. (Vanessa says she wants Mdm Teo because "She rock like fuck")
Chinese: MS ONG.* Better not be some China teacher...
SS: Does Ms Tan PL teach SS? 8D
Not gonna do for POA and Econs because I have no idea who teaches these subjects. Hopefully it's somebody nice.
(Vanessa says she wants Mrs Diana Kang for Econs and Mr David Chua for POA because "HE ROCKS LIKE FUCK".)

Teachers whose names are in asterisks BETTER TEACH ME else not I will be VERY UPSET, ESPECIALLY FOR ENGLISH AND LIT. Sounds so threatening. It's really not supposed to, kay. XD

It has just been revealed to me that Ms Zariney will be 3E's form teacher so... *face palm* Yes action speak louder than words so... *continues to face palm*

Anyway I saw Marilyn (to-be-classmate) in the 181 bus today and she was going to school for badminton. Obviously she recognises me but chooses not to acknowledge me, just like everybody else that doesn't like me. *shrugs*

Next year's gonna be one hell of a year.
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I'M JUST SO HAPPY THAT I'M DONE AND OVER WITH THE EXAM. I can finally clear my foolscap paper. YAY.

So all of us arrived at 9, except for Yazid, who I guess has already decided to drop out of the exam. He was called up by Ms Shereen at 10. XD

Alvira was the first one to go in at around 10, and I was the 2nd one to go at around 10.20. Or something. BEFORE I WENT IN I WAS LIKE NERVOUS LIKE CRAZY. My mind went COMPLETELY BLANK for the interest part and I started to hate and curse at myself for not being clever enough to spend that (unexpectedly given) 1 hour to practice and write that stuff on my cue card.

Ms Nithiya gave (or lent- I don't really know, but I returned the file by putting it on the table ._.) me this blue folder thing so it looks more glam when I go in for the exam. Or something like that HAHHA.

Nonetheless it went quite well. ...Really. *forehead palm* It was okay for the first 2 talks but I think I kinda sucked at the 3rd talk. GAH.

For the first talk I didn't even get to talk about my interest. He asked me for my name and I told him my name, followed by my age and after that I just talked about myself/intro part. The last paragraph of my intro part was that I liked to do things alone and he too said "Oh, I like to do things alone too! :)" AIYA BASICALLY HE WAS SMILING THE ENTIRE TIME so I kinda just chilllllllled after that.

After that he asked me whether I had any friends and the topic of "FRIENDS" was rather easy to do. I give EVERYBODY who ask me the same answer. I gave him the answer that I gave to the China teacher for my Chinese oral. No, I do not really have friends and I am quite hesitant in starting friendships because I have been stabbed in my back so many times.

Then he seemed quite... sympathetic. "Ahh but I'm sure you must have some friends! Like a few good buddies or two to talk to."

AND I TOLD HIM THAT I LIKE PEOPLE FROM MY CCA 8D And he asked me what is CCA and I'm like... Crap. I know it's Co-Curricular Activity but I didn't really know how to pronounce the second word so I just said "It's an activity that we do after school and we do things such as debating, drama and things related to speech."

*slams head repeatedly on table*

Then he wrote some stuff slowly on his paper. His handwriting was actually damn neat. It's like the kind of doctor handwriting, but I have no freaking idea what he's writing. I was actually trying to read and I seriously didn't understand. I look down for a little while more and I realize that he starts his first word with "Very". Then I saw the word "Genuine" (8D!) and the last word was "examiner".

We moved on to the 2nd talk and he was quite positive about it because my briefing went like: "Pretend you're my BEST friend David, and you're also my colleague and you're interested in Art. I'll be persuading you to go to Paris with me."

"Ahh that's a hard one. I'll have to think carefully in order to say no."

But he was quite positive about it and all. So... (Y)

I think I did very badly for my 3rd talk. I don't know *slams head on the table* I spoke too fast, stumbled past A LOT of words, pronouncation wasn't clear, and had no eye contact (basically because he kept writing things on his paper). But I think it was... Okay.

We then later had a discussion based on abortions and he asked me whether a mother should abort a baby if the baby is malfuction and I told him yes with my reason and all. He agreed.

At the end of the whole thing, he told he that is actually planed to go to Paris the week before Christmas and he said it was "Nice meeting you". Or maybe he just said that to everybody else. I left my seat clumsily as I fumbled with the curtains and close it. XD

IT WAS SO STRESSFUL WHEN I WENT OUT, BECAUSE PEOPLE CROWDED AROUND ME AND ASKED "How was it? How was it?"

"It was... Okay."

"What does 'Okay' mean?" Ms Shereen asked.

I forgot what I answered but I got through it. I got through it.

So that kinda ends the (rather) horrific 15 minutes of my fucking life. Argh.

After that we went out to have Polar Chocolate Rolls because Ms Nithiya asked Alvira and I too XD Debbie came out later for some as well. At first I was quite hesitant at first because... Do i use the tissue to take my chocolate roll, or do I just use my hand?

I then decided that I should just use my hand and take anyway, which was what I did. Alvira came out and told Debbie (who was having a custard puff) that we were stuffing ourselves with carbs.

"...Do I care?" XD

Anyway I kinda ate like I just broke up with my boyfriend or something. I wasn't really stuffing my face but it's just that I have a small mouth, okay?

Seah Cheng took a bite and threw it away, took a sip of the drink and left it on the table. ._.

Hung around the library and decided to leave at 1. Went home, was tired, took a LONG NAP and up 'til now I have yet to bathe. YES GROSS WHATEVER.
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HEY VANESSA! 8D Since you asked for an entire paragraph dedicating to you (or rather, I promised), HI! I don't really know what to say leh! XD Since you want me to say anything so here's anything! I can give you whatever too, you know? :D

I've already told you the things I want to tell you already! XD

Okay bye everybody.

I have both good news and bad news today.

Bad news is that I'm not supposed to be here but there are more bad news, which I will do a rant on. Bad news is that this post probably doesn't flow. At all.

Good news is that it's finally the end of our Maths remedial. I hope that malay teacher Mdm Fauziah becomes our Maths teacher because she really kicks ass (or rather, kick Maths's arse) at what she's doing and I can totally understand the things she teach. She's good at teaching because from what I see, she really cares.

The only thing I didn't ask her today was how to do that Express Maths worksheet question 7. Yes, the one on Union and Intersect... things. Wilson told me that the answer for (b) is 20 but Diyanah told me that it's 19 so I'm not sure. I haven't really been able to fork out time to read the Maths textbooks that I got from Travis. She said we could go back and ask her, but honestly she was a bit hesitant when she said that. *shrugs*

Another piece of good news is that today we got our subject combinations back. Honestly I didn't really care about it the night before, unlike most people who said that they couldn't sleep because they were thinking so bad about it.

To be honest, I was quite nonchalant about it. It's not that I don't care what are the subjects I'll be taking, but it just like, there's nothing to hyperventilate/cry over. I split too much fucking unnecessary tears for fucking education already. Fuck you, PSLE. Look where I am now! _|_ Nonetheless I ran around the class with the victory sign up in the air, going WOOOO while waiting for Ms Cai to come.

Vanessa, I TOTALLY understand your pain. I COMPLETELY understand how it feels like. I really look forward to being your classmate but I, being your friend, really hope you get into the A-Maths class you want.

...So I'm the only person who will be entering 3E, and I am also the girl to spoil the whole GEOG GEOG GEOG GEOG combo by taking Lit. I'm awesome like that. I'm also the only person who took option C, got into Lit and got into 3E so life's pretty awesome so far. Everybody else is entering 3F though, which is one class better than mine so I'm kinda bugged about that. Nonetheless I should be extremely grateful that I was given my first choice.

Mr Heng was like telling me, "Marion, you're the only person who's going to 3E and you are given your first choice! Don't disappoint us okay!"

YES SIR.

There are actually quite a lot of people from 2H (elite class leh!) who got into 3E, meaning to say I will be COMPLETE BOTTOM SHIT with what I have now next year. I really need to work hard.

I then went to be a busybody to look at practically everybody who got into Option C, say "Hi!" to the ones I see and say how they'll be my potential classmate and stuff like that. Jarred (hope I got his name right) was checking his options and I asked him what option he got. He seemed like a cheery person and said "Hi!" back.

People like Seri, Debbie, Diyanah, Erra, Marilyn, Cheryl, Ceilia, Kalavany, Joanne and this other Indian girl aka spelling bee finalist (Ra-something, sorry if it seemed kinda rude) will be in my class. :) I'm actually looking forward to be friends with my COMPLETELY NEW (WAHAHAH) classmates, but I honestly think that people like Ceilia and Cheryl seriously, DON'T LIKE ME. *shrugs*

I remember Alvira telling me that Cheryl said that I pushed Raj-(Indian girl. I seriously don't know how to spell her name and I am seriously not trying to be rude) when we were snatching for the bell during spelling bee to spell the winning word (memorabilia), which is completely not true.

I doubt Seri and Marilyn like me either because of what happened during NYAA camp. Gah. Oh well.

At first I thought Debbie seriously didn't want me to be in her class but I suppose it isn't that bad. I told that to her during CCA while we went for a toilet break and she broke out into a sharp scream. ._. She then later said I could help her with lit or something so perhaps she could help me with something back in return then both of us can learn together. *shrugs* I seriously don't know.

I suppose that ends the chain of good news.

On to the bad news.

So anyway we had our first English remedial today which turned out to be quite dead and rather pointless ._. We were given a piece of worksheet with a compo and a comprehension + summary at the back and all sat in silence to do it. Tiffany, Sheetal and Weepeng sat at the back, Deepak, Darren.C and Miki sat together, Lionell and Zhi En sat together and I sit alone because there are only 4 girls going up and I sit alone. Ha. Should have totally sat on the table that's individual. At least the table and chair understands what I'm feeling.

I'm seriously not going to survive in Express when it comes to English. ZZZ. We were told to complete our compos and I was the only one that couldn't finish it in time, when everybody already handed up their work. Fuck. I totally felt like crap when she said "Those who had finish their compos can go." because it made me feel as lousy as fuck for not being capable enough to complete my compo. The excuse "Writer's block" is sadly not accepted in our school. Too fucking bad.

I was told to hand up my compo and the worksheet to her BEFORE 1 and until now it's still not submitted. My compo's nearly done though, but I seriously don't think it hits anywhere around 350 words. I used to think that 350 words is like batshit easy but... No.

A good piece of compo with 350 words is not easy to write. What, you think stringing words into sentences, sentences into paragraphs and paragraphs into a entire story THAT IS GOOD is easy? You think writing is a fucking joke? YOU ARE FUCKING WRONG.

I refuse to submit sub-par work, which is probably why I keep writing and crushing my work that I feel that is not good enough. No, I am not a writer. I am not fit to be a writer, nor call myself one.

Nonetheless people do not give a fucking shit about your effort. They only care about your end product, which in this case, it's your freaking compo. I have no freaking idea why Zhi En got help man. Damn unfair.

This whole... I-can't-write-a-proper-compo-oh-the-irony situation/event/thing really affected me for the rest of my fucking lousy day. I kinda spoke to the teacher Ms Cai as well, who is really soft-spoken and gentle-sounding. When she first walked into the class I was like "Ooh strict teacher." because she had the I-am-pissed-grrr look on her face but she smiled at me when she passed me the worksheet, so I suppose she isn't that bad. I can't really judge a person just by talking to her for 5 minutes, you know.

...She has a nice brown blazer though.




So right now at the end of the day, I have yet to hand up my stuff to her. I have probably given her a very, very bad impression of me being a verbal retard (because I was sounding like I was babbling. I mean, how the hell can you speak clearly when there's a stone of disappointment and discouragement growing in your throat?) and she probably thinks that I am very irresponsible now for not handing up my stuff on time. Tardiness is frown upon everywhere you go, you know.

I think she's rather distrusting as well, else not she'd have let us bring the worksheet back home. I'm going to be fair and not touch it though, and even if I don't, she probably won't believe me. People never believe you. Even your own parents doubt you. Don't deny.

CCA made the day slightly better but I'm still going to die for my exam.

Now I'm going to abruptly end my post here because I always do.

Amalina wrote me a dedication a few days ago and it's time to return the favour. I only had the time to write it now because... I am a busy person. Fine I lied I was busy doing other things. My work for CCA is still not done yet. I'm so going to die.

HEY AMALINA 8D Yes I remember my Sec 1 years. I remember everything, :) YES I STILL REMEMBER THE MS K (not gonna put her name here XD) JOKE! Hahaha. She retired already though so the joke is not as funny anymore. Blah.

There was this once I went around the class telling everybody the joke. I think she knows I've been spreading it because she was looking at me the whole time. XDDD!!! SO PAISEH HAHAH.

I also remember the time where we called Mr Neo "gay" by writing on a piece of paper and giggling like crazy! Then we wrote a comic strip about him getting dengue (that was taken [or rather, lost] by... Yeah) Ahh, good times. :)

I remember we went through a lot of ah-lian drama in Sec 1! Hahaha! ;)

Do you remember the time we'd hang out around your house/7-11 before CCA last year? We'd then went to slack at the drain area near the 181/185 bus stops, laid there and then watch the clouds go by. Do you remember that? :') You had some kind of pink bag with you (I think it's the guitar one) and you said that'd be our secret place.

I don't know if you remember it or not but if you don't then it'll be like bloody embarrassing! Hahaha.

I remember we used to be quite close during the first few weeks in Sec 1 in CCAs and then we just kinda... well, drifted apart, I'd say. Perhaps you might say we were never close, but I don't know. I really don't.

(Okay I shall abruptly end my note here for that effect to sink in because I am a good writer.)

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I've obviously not completed my work for CCA, but I'm done with my speeches. I'm just lacking of the visual aids, which I will most likely print today. Argh.

It's actually getting quite stressful. I suppose I do strive under stress (and praise), but I think it's now just too much to take. When you can do something well, people will be EXPECT you to be able do it well. When you don't, you'll just cause disappointment to others AND yourself.

(I just killed my idea with words. I am a lousy writer. *repeatedly slams head on table*)

Ms J decided to put me in Grade 3. I don't know why she did that, but I'm guessing that it's because she thinks I am capable of passing getting a distinction (Getting a distinction is at least what is required of us. A mere pass is NOT good enough. Heck, even a MERIT is not good enough). I honestly think that I myself am not capable of getting a freaking distinction.

She's a very, very positive teacher so when we are told to give her our talks, I screw up all the freaking time. Then I end up swearing "Shit, shit shit". She says it's okay. She knows that I am only nervous and I am able to do it. I myself know better: I'm not. It's because I am nervous, yes, but it's also because I am (rather) unprepared and well, just not able to do it.

Perhaps I don't have enough faith (What the fuck is that?) in myself. Or something like that, if shit like "faith" even exist.

See, here's where it becomes stressful. Others think that you CAN do it. You know you CAN'T, and if you don't (or if you do. Yes this is a do-or-don't-and-die-anyway situation), you'll just end up disappointing people who believe that you CAN do it. Shit like this happen all the freaking time.

I suppose you can say that I am afraid of failure and disappointment. I push myself to do things that I know I cannot, but I eventually achieve it anyway. But it's just different when SOMEBODY else pushes you to do it.

ZZZ Today is already the last lesson. The exam is next Wednesday and I cannot possibly just give up like that. Sian.

I'm going to abruptly end my post here and go redo my hair, because I kinda ran out of things to talk about.

OMG I AM SUPPOSED TO WORK ON MY CCA SCRIPT BUT I REALLY NEED TO BLOG. I guess I can do it later. *Procrastinate*

Anyway I've receive my second dedication note thing from Tiffaneh! 8D *excited*

So it would just be nice to do one in return so...

HI TIFFANEH! HI HI HI HI. *high* I wanna say thank you for the note (and the compliment hehe) kay! Actually everything inside is actually quite true leh. HA but anyway... Hi. Yeah I don't really talk to you that often either (because you are so quiet! I remember you rarely spoke that time when I was in your clique). Perhaps it's time that you talk more, :D Aiyer I don't really know what to say leh. ._.

YEP It has been nice knowing you too, :D

*abruptly ends note*

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YES SO THE SCHOOL YEAR IS FINALLY OVER. OMG. YES I know I am SUPER late BUT STILL, better late than never, right?

So everybody has decided to write little *scoffs* heartfelt *continues to scoff and eventually cokes on coke* notes to each other and to the class. Yes as expected, I will not be doing that. Why? Because I don't want to, and I doubt anybody wants to read the mean things I write.

I am also probably the only person who doesn't miss my class. Right?

If you strangled me and really want me to say something, I'll only say "Bye. NOW FUCK OFF.". Ha. What an apt reply.

I'm not going to say something like, "Even though we have quarrels and shit, you guys are still my classmates and I love you all"- because between you and I, we both know it's complete bullshit if it's coming out from my mouth. Okay? Complete BULLSHIT, because those are lies. And lying is disgusting. Right anot, hmm?

You know what's more disgusting than lying? HYPOCRISY. 'Nuff said. Don't have to explain myself, do I?

For 2 fucking years (Okay, make it 1.5 years) now I have been dying to get out of this motherfucking class, and you know what, my wish is time's command. Or at least it's bound to happen anyway so it's not really a command. AH FUCK now the effect is gone. Shit.

Talking about hypocrisy, I bloghop (a lot, basically because I'm a geypo) and I read the little (Actually it's not little. At all) notes for the class that people write on their blogs. Everytime I read it while I'm drinking coke, yes I end up choking in disgust- But that's not the point. Everytime I read the notes, I feel like when 2C is being mentioned, "Marion" is not a part of it, like always, even until this very fucking day.

It just makes me fucking sick.

It appears that when "2C" is being referred to, it is being referred to the people in the class that belongs in a clique, or at least has a friend. Or is liked by somebody. Or something. Miss IWIANBACA (I write in a notebook and complain alot) unfortunately, does not have a clique, does not fit in, and is a great example of a noble gas: Not being able to bond. Unfortunately, I'm not stable but that's not the point.

Point is STOP SAYING YOU MISS THE CLASS. I have no fucking idea what your definition of "class" is nor am I interested. Nor do I give a flying fuck about it, because next year we won't be in the same class anymore.

If you REALLY missed the class, you'd spend your last week TOGETHER, and not as a clique, which is probably the way how I imagine it went. Or maybe I don't know because I spend my days hiding in a corner of the library, which is no different from living under a rock. Haw haw haw (joke fail).

It's like saying you miss your dead grandfather when he ALREADY died, but you DID NOT spend any time with him AT ALL when he was alive. (I'm sorry if your grandpa really died or something, dude. If your grandpa really died then you should be able to understand my point better).

...That's probably why you guys decided to hold a class gathering, which I am not going. I knew what happened during the last "class" outing: It was a CLIQUE outing, not a CLASS outing. I cannot guarantee that this one will be different. I don't know. Better to be safe than sorry, so I'm not going. Plus, I'm most likely not welcomed either, so what's the POINT of going? To "bond" and "look at your classmate for once last time"?

YOUR FRIENDS DID NOT GET 3RD STAGE CANCER SO SHUT THE FUCK UP ALREADY! ARGH SERIOUS-FUCKING-LY! You will STILL be able to see your classmates NEXT YEAR. Seriously SHUT THE FUCK UP. GARH.

"Go la," (Nice) people like Serene and Mingli would say. "Last year already leh, go la, after this you all cannot have class gathering anymore you know."

How 'bout this: The class gathering is on the 10th until night time. I have an exam the next day, on the 11th and that exam is more important than the class gathering. I need to work on my script. I am a busy person.

Good enough of an excuse, no?

Fuck you all don't even have to convince you guys since probably nobody wants me to be there anyway. Fuck you all. Fuck I end up writing about the class anyway.

GOOD. I AM DONE WITH YOU ALL. I can't wait to burn my class T. Or something. Just can't wait to get rid of it.

If you abhor this blogpost and find it offensive, you are a vegan pussy and you can SUCK IT. _|_

P/S I've also heard that some people from the Express stream do not want me to be in their class. I have no idea WHY, but I'd love to know. I have a very strong feeling it has something to do with the way I look and how nerdy I am.

Well, if you have picked Option C and SS + Lit, I will be your potential classmate so... TOO BAD FOR YOU. DEAL WITH IT :)

Woah I've not been to Express and I already pissed people off. Not a wise thing to do I'd say, but I totally did it anyway. *shrugs* Can't help it, can I?

...So yesterday Travis, Eva and I went shopping. :)

I know it is MONDAY and I have yet to memorise the script for my Trinity guildhall exam thing. I'll go memorise it after I finish blogging. I HAVE TO memorise the damn thing man. *slams head repeatedly on table*

So anyway I met Travis late because I took a long time to choose what I wanna wear. Bimbo excuse, yes. Whatever *Roll eyes*. I then charged my camera's battery at Travis's house because the day before I tripped the whole house's electricity real bad. Don't ask me. Just don't. Basically because I was being a retarded fucktard. Go figure.

We ended up meeting Eva 17 minutes late. Opps. It was supposed to be Eva's birthday celebration but it kinda ended up as Travis and my shopping outing instead. Opps x2.

We boarded the train and there was this long, awkward silence all the way until we reached ION. Omg it is like fucking crowded I tell you. Luckily we went early but it was still crowded nonetheless. Argh I hate crowded places.

There was this (supposedly) China woman (note how I'm not calling her "lady") whose jeans were not buttoned, but zipped. For the whole entire time I was staring at her brown weaved belt and her white rubber shoes, but I seriously didn't notice that her jeans were not buttoned. Travis was the first one to notice, and then he told me.

I know I totally made him sound like a pervert. HEHE.

Travis and I first went to look for sunglasses. Initially we planned to get them BEFORE the shopping trip on Friday, but it was raining on Friday evening and the rain got worse so we couldn't go out. At all. Oh well.

We shopping around looking for Sunglasses and we finally found them at Rubi shoes. Travis and I got it together and we got a discount of $2.95, since 2 pairs were being sold for 20.

Zzz the shopping trip was rather disappointing because I couldn't really find anything I liked. Should have went to Wisma after ION. ): Oh well. Rubi Shoes and shoes from New Look are really nice, but they don't have white PVC pumps. I AM LOOKING FOR WHITE PVC PUMPS. They keep selling peep toes these days and it kinda pisses me off because 1)Peep toes are ugly and 2)They hurt my feet really badly. Stupid peep toe shoes.

Then Travis went to Fox to have a look and then we went to shop at Diva. Yes. I was looking at hairbands and I found this ribbon one and I tried it on. It was this hugeass ribbon and Travis was like telling me I should buy it. It was 16 and after much thought, I did and I wore it. :3 It attracted quite alot of attention. See, I don't have to attract attention. Attention is attracted to ME. :)

So we went to Fish and Co to eat at (EXACTLY) 12 noon, and I entered with my bow. Everybody was looking at me. *shrugs*

Camwhored there with our sunglasses. Travis had an extremely hard time taking his tag out but I only took like less than 5 seconds. PWNT. MAJOR PWNT :P

Soup of the day was Clam Chowder (which was orgasmic) and
Travis had some Cod Fish and rice. Doesn't look very nice because the cod fish is grilled (I am completely bias towards fried stuff) and instead of fries, rice is given. It also has veggies and I think it's spicy. Meh.

Eva had The best fish and chips in town (HAHHA I LIKE HOW THEY NAME THEIR FOOD) which is just like, normal fish and chips. She couldn't really finish hers, gave Travis some and still had like a piece left. Wasted lolol.

I had philadelphia fish and chips which was fucking orgasmic. HAHAHA. It has philadelphia cheese stuffed inside their fish and chips and it is fried to perfection. The fish is tender and it is just damn nice. The fries has like, red pepper on it and it's just brillant.

Not to mention the price is "brillant" as well, but it is completely worth it. My meal was $24. I actually like it more than Swensen's fish and Chips. Seriously, Swensen's fish and chips's standard has dropped A LOT. The last time I had it was on my birthday (9 January) and it has no difference from the 5.50 one which you can get at kopitiams.

Swensen's one has it for 13.40 so I'd rather eat at Kopitiams. Then again it's really weird to eat fish and chips at kopitiams, even though it's probably the only thing I eat in coffee shops. It's just shitass WEIRD to see everybody eating rice/noodles, and only you with that huge plate* of fish and chips.

*For some reason, Western food has big plates, but the food given is not a lot so it makes it look even more... erm, weird. I know "more weird" is not proper English but it's the most accurate term I can give you, compared to "weirder".

I go to Swensen's for baked rice (that taste like porridge because the melted cheese is really bland) and ICE CREAM. HEH.

We shopped around somemore before deciding to head to Plaza Singapura for Times. I know Centerpoint has one and it's nearer but I have no idea where the hell that place it, plus it seems ulu as hell so no thank you.

SHOULD HAVE TOTALLY HEADED TO WISMA FIRST ):

Travis got 2 Madonna biographies and I got a Coco Channel biography, because Travis saw it and I needed to write a book review on a non-fiction book so I got it anway. 26.70.

We then later went to Sembawang Music because Travis is a cheapskate there was some 50% closing down sales there. IT WAS FUCKING CROWDED AND LIKE, 80% OF THE SHOP HAS OLD AH PEKS INSIDE OKAY! I doubt those old ah peks were even looking for CDs, like they just wanna go in and touch women's buttocks.

Luckily it didn't happened to me.

It was too much for me to take so I waited outside the shop. Travis said he couldn't find any Madonna CDs and he gave up. Then we left for the Hereen, because Travis wanted to get some CDs from HMV.

Travis this Travis that, it sounds like Travis day, doesn't it? HAHAHA.

From there, Eva took a bus home, and Travis and I took a train home.

Okay bye.