crap. i wrote so much to post then this comp went cranky and deleted everything.
ok. rewrite in point form.
- saturday.
- bbq for mummy's friends.
- invited nicole, ian, joanne, janice, clarice, justin.
- bryan invited kelvin, ivan teo, tsura, ivan goh, jeremy
- bryan and ian cooked most of the time.
- i cooked quite a bit too.
- ate only a little
- clarice and i had guitar lessons at bbq area.
- adults went upstairs.
- guitar lesson changed venue to playground where all the teens were.
- boys were monkeys, climb here there..
- girls sat swings and stuff.
- guitar lesson, guitar lesson.
- end of day.
- eyes blinded by ivan's camera flashes.
- saw some pictures. embarassing.
sunday. today.
- church.
- surmon on Job.
- sleepy but somehow, listen to whole surmon.
- in the notes, conclusions answered my questions to jon in cg time on saturday.
- after church,
- on the way to serangoon central,
- bus took long time to come.
- on the bus,
- someone say clarice and i look same age.
- not first week already. since few weeks ago started saying already.
- my feelings..-" ?!? means that?...?"
- ian became 'daddy'.
- not saying who is mummy.
- daddy carried all 3 guitars to macs.
- ate.
- WALKED THE WAY HOME!
- on the way, thunder.
- i walked faster, reach home first.
- the rest lag behind.
- guitar lesson at home.
- learn a lot.
- strumming and one song.
- daddy saw the left behind collection at home. borrowed Glorious Appearing.
- lessons ended at 3.
- next week last lesson.
- after next week..- mob training!!!!
- bryan going too. means i wont be 2nd youngest anymore.
- sad. means.. i have to take care of him... !!!! ohoh...
- study from 3 plus. slept halfway.
- now is 7 plus.
- i want dinner!
Sunday, August 14, 2005
Monday, August 08, 2005
on sunday, i went to church, then lunch with nicole kris and clarice, took prints then watched charlie with clarice before heading into town to meet michelle.
met her then met her friends.
there is sijia and alyn her cousins, then there is this girl called joanna.
there are 3 guys and i distinctly remember one of them's name. its.. crap i forgot.
anyway, we were shopping. and poor michelle couldnt find anything to buy. oh btw, its her birthday.
yea then we shopped at many other places. after what the people she were with said was more than an hour, i bought her a mambo pencil case.
oh yea. his name is eugene.
and when michelle was deciding to buy it, he kept mentioning how much the pencil case cost, with the money i could buy about 9 packets of chicken rice which could feed 9 families in africa. whatever la. ha. crap.
i bought the pencil case and we went to kallang station to catch the shuttle bus to indoor stadium. on the way, her friends stuck conversations with me. i think they are rather friendly. bartley people should be like that, i should make a mental note here.
yea and they included me in their plan, Plan B, which was to sing out michelle's birthday song when someone gave the command.
the command was given when we were in the queue at the indoor stadium.
saw bryan and his gang. bryan was still carrying the guitar i was supposed to carry.
anyway, poor michelle survived through Plan B, about 3 times. haha.
we then queue here, talk there, fan ourselves here, drink there, eat here, throw there. before entering the stadium.
during worship, we went down to the ground level, then after a while, we decided to go back to our seats but the people didnt allow us to. instead, they brought us to this " vip area" where we had to be until we could return to our seats. actually, the vip area was better than our seats cos our seats we behind the screen and we could see only everything. backwards.
i dont know how i ended up inbetween two of michelle's guy friends. her friends are really...
i dunno. over friendly and determined. they were determined to get back to their seats.
ok. i know the word to describe them. unanti-social.
after we finally got back to our seats, we worshipped somemore before going home separately. daddy picked me up from kallang. bryan left without me already and i was rather pissed with him cos he thought he was smart and cool.
anyway, i got home and slept.
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its the season for stress. if i even know what stress is.
is it stress when
everytime i am alone i think of all the things i have to do, i feel really frustrated and i dun want to do anything but curl up and sleep?
i cant control myself and really want to cry out but afraid to for what i think is no reason at all?
i try hard to breathe normally?
i dun know i dun care.
i think i have too many tuitions. chinese, science, maths.
but i need them. this is crap. chinese and science is ok with me. tuition is only an hour and a half.
but maths really killing me with 2 solid hours. and the price is bombing.
ok pause.
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i just humiliated myself. thanks to a wonderful friend of mine.
i was chatting with joanne loh on msn and since its her last week in singapore, she invited me out on sunday.
but. BUT. i have lessons on sunday. and i missed one lesson last week so all the more i shouldnt miss another.
but. but. BUT. miss joanne thinks she has to power to make me miss lessons.
yea. she might be leaving but i already have lessons on every week. dun add on joanne and i have a 10 year and still counting friendship.
she ask me why i could miss lessons for other people but not her.
to that i replied i didnt miss any lessons for anyone.
she replied," whatever"
then she asked me why i didnt have lessons last week.
i went to call my dad at this point cos my mum wanted me to ask him something.
when i went back to the comp, i started typing my reply. then she decided to play queen and log off. without waiting for my reply. oh how brilliant and wise you are my queen. everything you do is correct.
i smsed her my reply but she didnt answer.
a while later when she logged on again, i gave her my reply again. and this is what she replied me.
" i am not joanne. bye."
queen joanne just had to let someone else use her account. i mean i dun blame her. since she is the queen and has every right to do anything.
and for one, her royal highnesses' mum or dad or whoever i msned might have wanted to use the computer.
ok. now that this is out, i dun feel humiliated anymore. for some reason. i feel normal. thick skinness is good. haha. you wont feel embarrased. you wont feel humiliated. you take everything in your stride and calmly react to any disastrous situation cooly.
sounds cool?
whatever.
ok back to my entry.
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now, i dun feel so stressed. instead i feel positively motivated to study till tomorrow morning.
screw the eyebags. mugging rocks.
hey. now i think of it, stress can help weight loss!!!! wheeee!!!! haha. this is an advantage. i just love it when people say i am getting skinnier. haha.
actually not. cos i know i am not skinny. like hello? about half the people in my class is skinnier than me. and taller. sitting beside me is one example already.
michelle is 159 to 162 cm. i cant remember her height. and she is around me weight. which is not good la since i am shorter than MOST of the people in my class. and no matter how much she eats, she doesnt get fat. like every day i eat at least 3 pieces of fruit and maybe an egg tart or something and she can buy a bowl of mee siam, a bottle of ice water, another plate of something else and something else and not eat fruits. how does she do it?
stop. i dun want to write anymore. i just found out my other blog is not a secret anymore. want to know why? because i went to... ok...not telling you here. ask me on msn. the risk of putting it her is too high.
off to mug like mad.
i think i am positively insane.
wheeeeeeeeeeeee
rargh.
kdY&*5&*OtJhFGILtj689I*^ikjGIL*7kGI^%HJ5&*$hfLI*5
heehee.
i have tuition on national day eve, natinal day and the day after national day.
met her then met her friends.
there is sijia and alyn her cousins, then there is this girl called joanna.
there are 3 guys and i distinctly remember one of them's name. its.. crap i forgot.
anyway, we were shopping. and poor michelle couldnt find anything to buy. oh btw, its her birthday.
yea then we shopped at many other places. after what the people she were with said was more than an hour, i bought her a mambo pencil case.
oh yea. his name is eugene.
and when michelle was deciding to buy it, he kept mentioning how much the pencil case cost, with the money i could buy about 9 packets of chicken rice which could feed 9 families in africa. whatever la. ha. crap.
i bought the pencil case and we went to kallang station to catch the shuttle bus to indoor stadium. on the way, her friends stuck conversations with me. i think they are rather friendly. bartley people should be like that, i should make a mental note here.
yea and they included me in their plan, Plan B, which was to sing out michelle's birthday song when someone gave the command.
the command was given when we were in the queue at the indoor stadium.
saw bryan and his gang. bryan was still carrying the guitar i was supposed to carry.
anyway, poor michelle survived through Plan B, about 3 times. haha.
we then queue here, talk there, fan ourselves here, drink there, eat here, throw there. before entering the stadium.
during worship, we went down to the ground level, then after a while, we decided to go back to our seats but the people didnt allow us to. instead, they brought us to this " vip area" where we had to be until we could return to our seats. actually, the vip area was better than our seats cos our seats we behind the screen and we could see only everything. backwards.
i dont know how i ended up inbetween two of michelle's guy friends. her friends are really...
i dunno. over friendly and determined. they were determined to get back to their seats.
ok. i know the word to describe them. unanti-social.
after we finally got back to our seats, we worshipped somemore before going home separately. daddy picked me up from kallang. bryan left without me already and i was rather pissed with him cos he thought he was smart and cool.
anyway, i got home and slept.
----------------------------------------
its the season for stress. if i even know what stress is.
is it stress when
everytime i am alone i think of all the things i have to do, i feel really frustrated and i dun want to do anything but curl up and sleep?
i cant control myself and really want to cry out but afraid to for what i think is no reason at all?
i try hard to breathe normally?
i dun know i dun care.
i think i have too many tuitions. chinese, science, maths.
but i need them. this is crap. chinese and science is ok with me. tuition is only an hour and a half.
but maths really killing me with 2 solid hours. and the price is bombing.
ok pause.
--------------------------------
i just humiliated myself. thanks to a wonderful friend of mine.
i was chatting with joanne loh on msn and since its her last week in singapore, she invited me out on sunday.
but. BUT. i have lessons on sunday. and i missed one lesson last week so all the more i shouldnt miss another.
but. but. BUT. miss joanne thinks she has to power to make me miss lessons.
yea. she might be leaving but i already have lessons on every week. dun add on joanne and i have a 10 year and still counting friendship.
she ask me why i could miss lessons for other people but not her.
to that i replied i didnt miss any lessons for anyone.
she replied," whatever"
then she asked me why i didnt have lessons last week.
i went to call my dad at this point cos my mum wanted me to ask him something.
when i went back to the comp, i started typing my reply. then she decided to play queen and log off. without waiting for my reply. oh how brilliant and wise you are my queen. everything you do is correct.
i smsed her my reply but she didnt answer.
a while later when she logged on again, i gave her my reply again. and this is what she replied me.
" i am not joanne. bye."
queen joanne just had to let someone else use her account. i mean i dun blame her. since she is the queen and has every right to do anything.
and for one, her royal highnesses' mum or dad or whoever i msned might have wanted to use the computer.
ok. now that this is out, i dun feel humiliated anymore. for some reason. i feel normal. thick skinness is good. haha. you wont feel embarrased. you wont feel humiliated. you take everything in your stride and calmly react to any disastrous situation cooly.
sounds cool?
whatever.
ok back to my entry.
---------------------------------
now, i dun feel so stressed. instead i feel positively motivated to study till tomorrow morning.
screw the eyebags. mugging rocks.
hey. now i think of it, stress can help weight loss!!!! wheeee!!!! haha. this is an advantage. i just love it when people say i am getting skinnier. haha.
actually not. cos i know i am not skinny. like hello? about half the people in my class is skinnier than me. and taller. sitting beside me is one example already.
michelle is 159 to 162 cm. i cant remember her height. and she is around me weight. which is not good la since i am shorter than MOST of the people in my class. and no matter how much she eats, she doesnt get fat. like every day i eat at least 3 pieces of fruit and maybe an egg tart or something and she can buy a bowl of mee siam, a bottle of ice water, another plate of something else and something else and not eat fruits. how does she do it?
stop. i dun want to write anymore. i just found out my other blog is not a secret anymore. want to know why? because i went to... ok...not telling you here. ask me on msn. the risk of putting it her is too high.
off to mug like mad.
i think i am positively insane.
wheeeeeeeeeeeee
rargh.
kdY&*5&*OtJhFGILtj689I*^ikjGIL*7kGI^%HJ5&*$hfLI*5
heehee.
i have tuition on national day eve, natinal day and the day after national day.