Sunday, January 28, 2007
10:45 PM

Pan's Labyrinth's soundtrack is as freaky as the show.

If anyone wants it, do nudge me on MSN.
Along with the plethora of other songs I've recently found myself with.
Like the blesphemy that is Snow Patrol's version of Beyonce's Crazy in Love.
SHUDDER.


And Sis just told me the laughable tale of how Google wants to called their version of Yahoo Auctions.... GBuy. LOLOMGROFLMAO.

Sis is back from Thailand! DUNKIN DONUTS ROCK. (:
I LIKE.

MOSIAC FESTIVAL IS COMING UP!!
Going for Duke Ellington with Sis.
Going for Montreux with Dinah and Rannald (at press time).
Wondering if I should splurge another $40 on Tokyo Ska. :


And Dinah. WATCH OUT!
Lol.

And WUZZUP with these ACSians and calling me "silly creature".

Met up with BEN CHOW on Friday. It was a pretty spontaneously random thing we decided to do past 9.00PM as we greeted each other online. So we ended up at Starbucks (Siglap). The benefits of staying 3 bus-stops apart (and not meeting for the ENTIRE year till now).

Chow makes my life so much less monochrome. (:

Quotable Ben:
"You're still besotted with him aren't you?" (repeated for the nth time)
"Love is what remains after the fire dies."
"After all, it is the candlestick not the flame."
"He epitomizes every stereotype ever associated with the words male model."
"*in K's voice* Should we get undressed? *D's falsetto* Oh no my dear, it's not proper."
*imatations of them*

Gosh. How I laughed.
How I wish I could safely put down more of what he's said but..
IT'S OKAY.
Lol.


SO!!! One week till I turn 18. (Le gasp, given the state of this entry and the ones that were conceived before this, who would've guessed, eh?)

Okay so the only thing I probably really need is a new BAG.
Anyone who has seen me dragging bits of my person around school will understand the urgency of this request. LOL.
Which in any case... I think the 4e6ixers have choped because given my track record I am not an easy person to buy things for. Contrary to Rene whose birthday is 11 days after mine, because Rene's wishlist is infinitely inexhaustive. :D
I like EARTHY colours. And totes. :D No brand preferences.
(This is not just a blatantly announced hint okay, it's to make Von, WY and Rene's lives easier.)

Other than that, I don't think I have any urgent desires to own anything else. As usual. LOL. Unless anyone would actually like to get me an iPod video.

SO.
I've taken ages to write this post and I don't even know WHY!
Just going to sleep, wake up tomorrow and ponder over the horror of how many words appeared on this page in CAPITAL LETTERS!

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Friday, January 26, 2007
2:25 PM

The indecision of Lizzy.

Came home after the tragic Lit essay test.
The class split. Evidently. Some to Pizza Hut (ew..) and the rest to Thai Express, which I had the fortune of patronizing yesterday...

Packed several neccessities into her awfully pink bag that clashes most painfully with her black/green dry-fit tee and equally dismal school skirt.

Decided thereafter that it would not be too wise to stay over at the tkgsax chalet tonight. After all she does have to be in band at 9.00AM tomorrow.

*ponders*

Bah.


On a completely unrelated note.
Lizzy wishes fervently for that little nagging feeling to Be Gone!
*attempts to swat it away doefully*

She was reading her bible today, sitting in the not-so-silence of the band room this morning.

Isaiah 54 leaped out at her from the pages.

"O you afflicted one,
Tossed with tempest, and not comforted,
Behold, I will lay your stones with colorful gems,
And lay your foundations with sapphires.
I will make your pinnacles of rubies,
Your gates of crystal,
And all your walls of precious stones.
All your children shall be taught by the Lord,
And great shall be the peace of your children.
In righteousness you shall be established;
You shall be far from oppression, for you shall not fear;
And from terror, for it shall not come near you.
Indeed they shall surely assemble, but not because of Me.
Whoever assembles against you shall fall for your sake.
"Behold, I have created the blacksmith
Who blows the coals in the fire,
Who brings forth an instrument for his work;
And I have created the spoiler to destroy.
No weapon formed against you shall prosper,
And every tongue which rises against you in judgment
You shall condemn.
This is the heritage of the servants of the Lord,
And their righteousness is from Me,"
Says the Lord.


Promises.
That are mine only because of Jesus.
Only because HE is MY Abba. My Daddy.

The race is not over...
Victory is waiting for me.

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Thursday, January 25, 2007
10:18 PM

I ponder over the possibility that I no longer wish to repress this boiling sensation that wishes to erupt from the depths of my unsaid words.

Anxious parents are trifling amusements to deal with. Having spent a good 120 seconds over the phone convincing my mother in China that yes I am fine, and no my dismissive tone of voice does not indicate that there's anything wrong about my person, and my curt 'yes' and 'no' answers are merely resultant from disinterest for one and weariness for seconds.

Also the father who spends a great deal of time panicking over whether, in the absence of his wife and elder daughter, his youngest would be able to somehow find her way to school. Quite evidently, after living on East Coast Road for most of my life and spending a year in Temasek JC, I would still somehow manage to not realize that eureka, 12 is the bus I have to take to school.

Liz feels calmly despodent this evening. Perhaps just marginally sad and miserable - only to the extent that her rationality would allow her to do so. Because sometimes balancing the emotions of humanity and the rationality of existence fails to coincide on the same plane.

(Anxious, suspicious voice in the background: Don't lose your house keys. Tomorrow got school? Saturday? Saturday got school? Saturday?)

Liz is thankful for many things. Liz is glad that she can laugh with little or no inhibitions with the 33/06ixers. Because they bring out the best/worse in my character. And they've seen me for who I am. I have little reason for concern when it comes to being myself when I'm with them, not unlike with the old 4e6ixers. Except that the breed of humour and conversation topics vary from group to group.

Liz knows she is direct, blunt, and painfully frank when faced with most individuals or situations, but there are some exceptions to the case and she doesn't know if it is necessarily good.


Currently she is tired and wishes to seek reprive in blissful unawareness.
And thereafter she will resume the lifestyle of a JC2 student. Which is of course, not very much of a style at all, if you think about it.

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Tuesday, January 23, 2007
10:48 PM

The song that got me through the worst bits of 2005 that weren't related to the O' levels.

Hillsong - Still
Hide me now
Under your wings
Cover me
Within your mighty hand

When the oceans rise and thunders roar
I will soar with You above the storm
Father you are King over the flood
I will be still and know You are God

Find rest my soul
In Christ alone
Know His power
In quietness and trust

When the oceans rise and thunders roar
I will soar with You above the storm
Father you are King over the flood
I will be still and know You are God

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Monday, January 22, 2007
10:49 PM

Well WELL.
7/12 of SBA went out tonight for a nice dinner. A very belated birthday for BAYA. (:

Some things don't change very much.


And I think all of us look prettier, growing up. (:


Though. I suppose you almost wouldn't be able to tell the difference...


2005






2006


Can't say we've actually changed that much. (: I still love these people. We still laugh over the stupidest things, poke fun at Vera, remember Baya's terrible orchid..... Heh. SBA love.

And this is a very belated picture from 33/06's Christmas celebrations at my place.
The TURTLE Ken gave me for Christmas. It smells pungently of some sort of shampoo.
And that's Ran holding the turt and the ciggy pen he got for gift exchange. *lol*


Only remembered this when I uploaded today's photos. OH well.

Sleepy. But full of swordfish. Which I had a major battle with trying to eat.

Shall make an attempt to plan my History essay.




And thanks Ben for the much needed randomness. My world needs to feel a little less solid than it really is sometimes.

SLEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEPY. Yawns.

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1:49 AM

Oh my. Why must Shing Wei send me all these lovely sentimental country songs that I unabashedly adore? (Sis used to gape at me in mock horror whenever I listened to Gold 90.5FM)

Even though most country music is depressingly centered around lost love and I haven't been listening to it since I was Sec 2.


So. It's nearly 2AM and I'm finally done with a meagre 2 page Lit H3 proposal that felt as though I needed a gazillion hours to write.

But at least I've got my thought processes formulating now.

Will find time to finish start on my 2 Lit, 1 Hist essay tomorrow today.
Looks like there'd be no SBA outing for Lizzy.


Rascal Flatts - Bless The Broken Road
I set out on a narrow way many years ago
Hoping I would find true love along the broken road
But I got lost a time or two
Wiped my brow and kept pushing through
I couldn't see how every sign pointed straight to you
Every long lost dream lead me to where you are
Others who broke my heart they were like northern stars
Pointing me on my way into your loving arms
This much I know is true
That God blessed the broken road
That led me straight to you

I think about the years I spent just passing through
I'd like to have the time I lost and give it back to you
But you just smile and take my hand
You've been there you understand
It's all part of a grander plan that is coming true

Every long lost dream lead me to where you are
Others who broke my heart they were like northern stars
Pointing me on my way into your loving arms
This much I know is true
That God blessed the broken road
That led me straight to you


Its just one of those songs that sound nice from the first time you hear it, regardless of the lyrics.
And songs like Sarah Beth are just totally one of those country songs that manage to tell an entire, complicated story within 3 minutes of singing along to a guitar. (Hee)

And another nice country tune.

Rascal Flatts - My Wish
I hope that days come easy and moments pass slow,
And each road leads you where you want to go,
And if you're faced with a choice, and you have to choose,
I hope you choose the one that means the most to you.
And if one door opens to another door closed,
I hope you keep on walkin' till you find the window,
If it's cold outside, show the world the warmth of your smile,

More then anything, more then anything,
My wish, for you, is that this life becomes all that you want it,
To your dreams stay big, and your worries stay small,
You never need to carry more then you can hold,
And while you're out there getting where you're getting to,
I hope you know somebody loves you, and wants the same things too,
Yeah, this, is my wish.

I hope you never look back, but ya never forget,
All the ones who love you, in the place you left,
I hope you always forgive, and you never regret,
And you help somebody every chance you get,
Oh, you find God's grace, in every mistake,
And you always give more then you take.

Oh More then anything, Yeah, and more then anything,
My wish, for you, is that this life becomes all that you want it,
To your dreams stay big, and your worries stay small,
You never need to carry more then you can hold,
And while you're out there getting where you're getting to,
I hope you know somebody loves you, and wants the same things too,
Yeah, this, is my wish.



OH yes. Went to celebrate Nathan's birthday earlier. Dinner at some Penang buffet at Grand Copthorn, didn't think much of the food, but in any case I had fun with the COUSINS. Ben & wife, John & gf, Sis & Liz (lol) and the all the (little) ones after me. 12 of us in total. 2 Victorians, 4 TJCians... where will the next one end up, I wonder. Lol.

Jane'll be J1 next year. AC, she says, for now. In terms of practicality it'll be the nearest for her, affiliation to SA nonwithstanding. A St Margs girl in AC. Oh well. She'll fare better than me, at least, I suppose. Lol. The culture wouldn't be as harsh for her. But wait till my Dragon Lady Aunt starts having to pay for all the countless things that seem to need paying for in AC. And oooh. 2008 will be a FUN-O-RAMA year. How exciting. *recalls 1AH'06's bimbo booth full of nail polish, stick on tattoos and hairsprays* T'was fun, still.

OKAY.
Lizzy wants sleep now.
And she shall get it.
GOODNIGHT.

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Saturday, January 20, 2007
10:41 PM

The alter ego cautiously treaded out of the dark recesses of her corner, her steps fraught with hesitation. She surveyed her surroundings with contemplative eyes - and backtracked, lurking once again into depths which she herself found most comforting to be lost in.

Band. Sax. 7 people. Wow. The biggest ever since I left TK.
*applauds cheerfully*

And everyone, Dinah is mad. MAD. Stark raving mad. And Dilly is jealous. :)
Dinah, please do not make any attempts to deny your insanity or all your perfectly nonsensical SMSes shall be made public. *amused*


Caregroup.
Dinner.
Something's missing.
I can't help feeling like I've lost something... something important. It makes me uneasy and I can't quite place my finger on it..


..
Fuck?

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Blogger benjamin said

nice way of summing up life in general, that last bit~

LIZZZZZYYY. you're a twerp. this coming from the likes of me, you might as well take that as a compliment equivalent to 'you're an angel' after translation. did that make sense? OF COURSE IT DID. i'm never nonsensical. (on the side: go get your hands on the script of Anthony Horowitz's play Mindgame. you'll love it) ...alright...veering back to the original track...which i suddenly for the life of me cant remember was what. and there's a gazzillion grammatical flaws in that last statement of mine. and i think i've lost my mind again... WHICH IS A GOOD THING. considering. (:

see, liz, i kinda figured i'd lost something too.....thing is, i lost LOSING MY MIND. so there^^. in this particular instance of existence, i've lost my mind again and it's BEN ALL OVER FOR YA!!! *capers* ..i'll probably go back to regaining my mind again soon enough once school kicks me in the rump, which would then have me losing my lost mind and feeling terribly grown up about the whole thing. two negatives make a positive and all that jazz~ SO. to sum up, what i lost was me losing my mind!!

...so fry the swearing and think again.
what have YOU lost?


*runs away playing with tinkerbell and peter pan*

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Friday, January 19, 2007
4:32 PM

Mein Gott, being home doesn't do very much for my productivity, Lizzy mused to herself.

To date I've completed (since the last Book Post) The Handmaid's Tale (which wasn't as brilliant as I expected it to be) and Cold Comfort Farm, which is hilarious. Too bad I can't use it for my H3. It's too much of a parody to be satire. Can't do P.G. Wodehouse either, so it's probably Sinclair Lewis or something, for me.

Will probably want to get some books later on, if I can manage a trip to Kino this evening.
Maybe a couple of titles that Mr Tong recommended. As much as I'm not a fan of self-help books (after all, what are they compared to the Word, which feeds my soul much better than any prose us human beings can invent), I do want Robert Fulghum's Everything I Need to Know, I Learnt in Kindergarten. I'm a little sceptical about the other books, except the ubiquitous Mitch Albom books which are always nice to own, and I shamefully admit to still having Von's copy since, well, probably since the O' levels ended. *looks sheepish*

And will very probably finally bring myself to purchase American Gods for myself, which I borrowed off Bimin those many years ago. There's a possibilty Amitha might be allowed to use it for her H3 paper on magical realism.*crosses fingers* Anasi Boys would be too lighthearted a tale for such a paper. And pondering over whether I should buy Fragile Things, which I've hesistated to purchase for a good while now.

And oh, since it's slightly over two weeks to the birthday which I unabashedly announce every year, Lizzy would like to seek permission to be allowed a little diva-esque behaviour, by requesting that no more Kino vouchers be bestowed upon her (not that she dislikes them, but she currently has in her possession a rather large quantity for her disposal) and on a more serious (ahem) note, no more turtles. Be it green, or pink or yellow or brown, or any other possibly conceivable colour to exist within the spectrum of human sight, octane or otherwise. *looks purposefully at Kit, WY and Rene* And no I do not wish for a tank to store the current family in either. *coughs politely*

Dear Von has taken upon herself to organize a simple gathering for Lizzy, and it will be nice to see the Sixers again, if such is possible. Or at the very least, the clique.
Our ring is tarnishing quite cheerfully in my wallet, and somehow now that I think of it, I find it almost laughable that the 5 of us actually agreed to have it made. *giggles with childish abandon*

I was musing to myself this morning, how fortunate we are to have an extended youth. Mr Hasim was right when he said that in many societies (some of ages past), we would be considered to be in the prime of our adulthood, which should have been solemnly thrust upon us when we were but 12 or 13.

I feel so protected in this cocoon I live in, my Singaporean (u/dys)topia. I watch the conversations that transverse between us JC2 students in school, those of the people I do not know, and scoff at the conversations that ensue. I muse over how little has changed since we were last in Secondary School, maybe even Primary School, and making a fool of ourselves in the very same way as though stuck anachronically in time.

How have we become 18-year-olds without having the weight of responsibility and maturity thrown upon us? Yet it is true - some of us have evaded it, and evade it still, consciously or unconsciously, till now.

I think to myself that in the presence of others, I must look no different as well. The things we laugh at, the jokes we find funny, the fallacious accusations we dish out onto our friends...

There is so much more we've yet to learn, safely cooped up in the nests of JC education, where teachers give you chances when work is not done. When badly constructed tutorials earn you but another light chiding. And everyone enters university with big dreams of big jobs that earn you big bucks. And if this fails to happen, you scoff. You didn't study for 16 years, bleed, sweat and cry just so a firm can tell you Second Lower Honours ain't good enough for them. You didn't study for 16 years just to have a starting pay of SGD$1,700. Oh no, that isn't good enough for us now.

Sometimes I wonder what we're breeding.
And I sombrely realize I'm part of what is being bred.

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Thursday, January 18, 2007
9:44 PM

The silence existed in gaps, when the keyboard was not being violated by searching fingers. The silence gaped. Tugged gently, pulled her into the vacuum that she forgot, existed. She resisted, yet realized with dull observation that she had almost been fully engulfed by it.

She wishes desperately for it to lead to any place but here, but now. She wants out - either the way she came out, or through the other side. Because she hasn't stopped believing in rainbows.

She's slowly coming to terms with her blurred reality, the one that she's tried to integrate her fairy tales into. But she can feel it, in the tremble of her fingertips, in the weight of the words that her pen bleakly announces, she feels familarity slip away.

Even though she knows this is but for a moment, she wishes she never learnt to feel this way in the first place.

She's tried to convince herself.
That this is the way it's supposed to be. This is the way she's supposed to write. This is the way she's supposed to think. This is the way she's supposed to feel.
Because adulthood knows better than the silly fantasies of children.
An extended childhood, they call it.


Where do we go?
We are not lost.
Yet they tell us so.
Why must we leave?
Because while here,
We don't exist.


Lizzy during That Time of the Month is not a happy Lizzy.

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Tuesday, January 16, 2007
10:15 PM

NOTE TO SELF: Do not go down your (insertnamehere) list on MSN. If you do make the mistake of doing so, do not click on random nicks of people whose emails you've long forgotten and cannot for the life of you recall why they're on your list. Finally, if you are somehow convinced that you have to talk to them, don't.

SECONDLY.

I realize how my life is full of possible Jason Hahn's Saffy & Amanda type moments.

For the sanctity of all involved parties, no one shall be named in the following, even if half of 33/06 already know of this.

---

A and B are walking. A sees the horrific sight of a painfully skinny, tall dude (not unlike Kenneth), quite firmly attached at the arm to a far shorter, very much spherical beyond humanly conceivable porportions member of the female sex, who for some reason, decided that a tube dress would look fetching on her frame and while she was at it, enhanced the entire image by not wearing suitable ladies undergarment beneath said dress.


A: *nudging B in horrified mortification* OMG look.
B: *raises brow* Maybe he enjoys burying his face in her bosom.
A: *whispering desperately* Her bosom? If he does that he'll suffocate and die!
A: *calmly* Well, at least he'll die between his twin peaks of pleasure.
---

SO. Go read Jason Hahn's books. Because they are hilarious.
*coughs*

And more hilarious moments of the week..
Like the following.


I shan't mention too much about where this came about, but let's say our most dependable source of help and advice gave this to Mitha darling in the almost painful attempts to refine her topic for H3 lit.

LOL~~~~~~~

If you don't know what a hemaphrodite is, Wikipedia is probably, a good place to start. *beams*
And here's another piece of art from today.
It's called Kenneth's worldview. (Ignore Mitha's econs questions from the last page of her econs notes.)



Now this will take some explaining. Kenneth you see, is right there in the centre; he being the self-confessed straightforward one. The first circle surrounding him, are the only types of people permitted in his presence: the beautiful, not stupid, nice girls and guys.

Walking the fine line between Ken's Ins and Outs are the rich, but mostly, because they're rich, they'll probably be let In.

In the outer circle are what Mitha casually refers to as "those who should drown at the bottom of the ocean" (hence the big crosses): stupid, ugly and retarded examples of the vegetable, mineral and animal kingdom.

(All this was done by Mitha in an elaborate attempt to Lizzy with Kenneth making minimal protest from the sidelines.)

AND. All those who fail to get crossed out of Ken's life, can jolly well (refer to the arrow coming out of Ken's circle) migrate AWAY from me(him). *beams cheerfully*

Then the conversation continues along the line of the name Rannald has bestowed upon me.
I do not understand why I am a 'Kenneth-beater'. But it's okay as long as it means I pwnz him. :D

In some vague abstract sense if you look at it the right way, Lizzy's gianormous jaws of death have surrounded the very realm of Kennethism, with her Lizzybeating (Elizabethian, say it out loud. KEN CAME UP WITH IT) world.

And oh, the K -> Life analogy was Ken's own description of his point of view on the world - a.k.a. very narrow.

And in the bottom left is Mitha and 33/06 cheering.. for self-explanatory reasons.


The Kenneth in question.


And Lizzy's random photo of the day: Her favourite cat sleeping diva-esquely on one of the seats in the hawker centre, depriving groups of human beings from occupying the row to begin with.



OKAY.
Much more happened today but I'm tired and I'm OFF.
So GOODNIGHT.

(AND THANKS MITHA DEAR FOR SCANNING THE PAPERS!)

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Sunday, January 14, 2007
10:47 PM

Lizzy's Life's little ironies.

Passion versus obligation.
Love versus duty.

When things that I want to do need doing, the rate of completion exceeds and surprises even the limits of my abilities. For every other situation, there's Mastercard.

HAH.
Okay. Sorry. *is sleepy*

Sermon was good today. The audi has filled up so acceleratedly since last year that Pastor made a request for us youths to give up our seats so that the (older) folk didn't have to sit on the floor.
It was almost like 'sitting at Jesus' feet', being barely inches from the stage and having to gawk up at Pastor with craned necks. But yeah man, we're God's beloved and hungry for the Word, what's sitting on the floor to us? (:

Pastor once again reminded us of how precious we are to DADDY. Daddy God. I remember a few people used that as an excuse to mock me on my blog a couple of times, scoffing the title I've given to the one who loves me more than anyone ever did or will ever do. Laugh at me all you want, but He's still my Daddy. Intimately, preciously, unconditionally, lovingly my Daddy.

He also touched on something that Pastor Chin also mentioned yesterday.

"If you find that you're faltering, remember - it's not over. The race isn't over."

God doesn't know what losing it. You're made to win in this life, you have little choice but to take the road of success because that's what God died to give you.

Precious. Don't underestimate how precious you are to God.
How much good He wants for your life, and not only that, how he willingly lavishes it upon you not because you're good, not because you deserve it, but because by His finished work on the cross, GRACE and FAVOUR is multiplied onto your life.

Christianity isn't for perfect people..
Shall just share this poem that I posted on my blog over a year ago, it'll speak for itself.


When I Say I Am A Christian
~ Carol Wimmer

When I say, "I am a Christian,"
I'm not shouting, "I am saved!"
I'm whispering, "I get lost;
That is why I chose this way."

When I say, "I am a Christian,"
I don't speak of this with pride.
I'm confessing that I stumble
And need Someone to be my Guide.

When I say, "I am a Christian,"
I'm not trying to be strong.
I'm professing that I'm weak,
And pray for strength to carry on.

When I say, "I am a Christian,"
I'm not bragging of success.
I'm admitting I have failed
And cannot ever pay the debt.

When I say, "I am a Christian,"
I'm not claiming to be perfect.
My flaws are all too visible,
But God believes I'm worth it.

When I say, "I am a Christian,"
I still feel the sting of pain.
I have my share of heartaches,
Which is why I speak His name.

When I say, "I am a Christian,"
I do not wish to judge.
I have no authority;
I only know I'm loved.

Yup. I only know I'm loved, and that's the greatest love of all that's holding me. (:



Watched Pan's Labyrinth earlier with Jason.. he produced tickets from somewhere while we were studying (doing homework - all teachers think you only take one subject; theirs) this afternoon.

Hmm. What can I say about the show, plenty, I guess.

Good budget, too many plots, too many tales to tell. Ofelia's tragic obsession with fairy tales, are the Communists really the bad guys when the Spanish Captain is a bastard through and through, it was a little too much and a little too long.

It wasn't entirely clear which was the plot and which, the subplot, since both pretty much took up an equal amount of screentime.

Questions leave you murmuring after the credits roll, yet not enough weight to either stories to give it the boost it needed to become a really solid film.

It's watcheable, and at some parts, freakier than I would've liked. Made me pretty squirmish at several junctures. But the plot could definitely been developed more to give the audience more reason to feel for either characters. Or maybe it's just cause the story ended just how I thought it would, hence my sympathy failed to express itself for the (throng of) characters who died (messily) throughout the show.

Oh yea, many people die. *nods*

I guess since the movie fluctuated between the seriousness of both the tales it was trying to tell, I walked out not gathering what the purpose of the entire show was about.

Do I pity the protagonist, or gloat over the shameful exit of a supposed supremity?

Oh well.
In the end, it's just a dark fairy tale, and maybe that's why there wasn't much of a purpose.
Cinderella and Snow White were just tales too, there wasn't much to read into them, this is just another myth, a fable, a tale - just one labelled NC16 and probably everything Disney didn't want you to see about the quests your heroes take upon themselves to complete.

*nods*
And Lizzy wants to go to bed. Because she's tired.
Goodnight.~

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Friday, January 12, 2007
5:11 PM

Since the start of Term it has become apparent to Lizzy, in many almost subtle ways, that she needs to expand her literary shelf of completed books. Considering how - for a good two to three years, her predominant language fodder have been Neil Gaiman and Terry Pratchett, with the occasional Douglas Adams thrown in as well as Neil Humphreys and Jason Hahn to top everything off, she considers it time (most urgently so) to reach beyond the scope of her ignoramus, limited world view and stubbornly narrow perspective for... greater heights.
(insert scoff here)

11 days into the new year and the only thing she managed to complete was Jason Hahn's More Tales of Saffy and Amanda which she bought midway through 2006. Despicable.

Even more so as she analyzes Cambridge's course details for literature, which state, explicitly, as Rannald already forewarned me before, that what they seek for is "critical independence and intellectual promise, but the one essential qualification is a real passion for literature: you will have read widely, even voraciously, and well beyond your examination syllabus".

Lizzy dearly loves to laugh.
But she feels quite prepared (for this year at least) to flip through the pages of Newsweek (which she succumbed to subscribing to) and read all the necessary texts (and beyond) for her H2 and H3 papers, as well as all those books Mr Tong attempted to recommend to his clueless class of GP students.

Her command of the English language has turned irritably rusty since she became one with TJ. And she feels quite satisfied to annouce the current books on her reading list (for this year.. in fact, preferably, for this month).

For H2:
The Handmaid's Tale (Margaret Atwood)
The Complete Works of (Edgar Allan Poe)
Othello (the Bard, William Shakespeare)

For H3:
The Plays of (Oscar Wilde)
Gulliver's Travels and A Modest Proposal (Joanathan Swift)
Cold Comfort Farm (Stella Gibbons)
Whatever-Amitha-lent-me-which-is-currently-with-Mr.Rajesh (P.G. Wodehouse)

The-ones-that-I-started-in-2006-and-have-yet-to-complete:
The God of Small Things (Arundhati Roy)
The Famished Road (Ben Okri)
Small Gods (Terry Prachett)

The-ones-that-I-intend-to-read-and-own:
Lost in a Good Book (Jasper Fforde)
Something Rotten (Jasper Fforde)

The-ones-that-I-want-to-read-and-have-yet-to-own:
Fragile Things (Neil Gaiman)
Catch-22 (Joseph Heller)
1984 (George Orwell)
Midnight's Children (Salman Rushdie)

And more, more~!
Wanted to embark on a Kino buying spree this evening.
But the rain hampers my desire to leave the house...
And I've 5 books sitting here patiently, in the gloom of the rain, waiting to be read.

So.
:D

OUT.

(PS. WISH I COULD DO PRATCHETT FOR H3.)

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Thursday, January 11, 2007
11:07 PM

Woohoo~
Thursday. An hour more to Friday.
TGIF!!!!!!!!!
I've never felt such a desperate need to be thankful for that fact before.

So school 'officially' started this week.
*pauses*
And 'ere are my updates now that my perfectly ordered life has once again been thrown into the throes of chaos.


Lecture boredom.
Look Mom! Liz can write with her right-hand and Sakina with her left!


Chinese lecture attendance.
All for one and one for all!


Sam trying to pull an L from Deathnote during Chinese.
(coughcough)


Ken's pencil case makes me smile. (: [It's therapy for all the moments in class when the TJ vs Lizzy score is about to go up in TJ's favour.]
Not just cause I gave it to him for Christmas.


TJC 1, Lizzy/Ken/Shik 0.
This was on Monday. Can you imagine? Monday and we got pwned already.
As of today it was TJ 3, Lizzy 0.
Next week I shall pwn the school. Oh yes.


We had to do this activity during civics - writing nice things for each other.
Predominantly I got sarcastic (apparently this constitutes as nice in some circles), frank, witty, calm and sensible.
But the main purpose of showing this (if you'd ignore Rannald's 'KENNETH BEATER' in bold down at the bottom) was Dinah's message (the black bold part that doesn't read THE KENNETH BEATER).
Though I guess only anyone who has watched the travesty that was Borat would understand it.
This shirt is black. (pause...............................................................) NOT!


The doodling that results from a mind numbing 100min session of GP. I do NOT mind you, have a regular habit of drawing cutesy things. (Or do I? *looks mortified*)


And more IMPORTANTLY!
33/06 is back on the Tube! (:

Witness the post-orientation high of the OGLs...
http://youtube.com/watch?v=3CFoXA6t9rc
And uh.
Soefie.
http://youtube.com/watch?v=ghnjgJaHWV4

We still love you dear, no worries. :D

And now..
Sleep. (:
Been really busy the last few days and nights.
Felt stressed out, overwhelmed, weary, nervewrecked.. blahblahblah.

But my Jesus is a good Jesus.
He knows what to do with me. x)

GOODNIGHT!!!

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Tuesday, January 09, 2007
10:52 PM

=___=

I think it's mutual detestation.
W00.

It's only the second day of the second week.
I shouldn't be feeling like this.

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Monday, January 08, 2007
11:38 PM

The theraputic act of cutting paper has, for tonight, left me headachy with contemplation.

Sometimes I feel as though ____ looks down on me.

It doesn't really bother me in a botherable sense.
I know I function differently.
And I'll rather function differently, thank you.


The homework is growing in masses..
The periods are growing in length.

But Jesus, I know you are my glory and the lifter of my head.
Jesus, you are my rest.

I don't care what the world says about 2007.
I don't care what the world says, what the teachers say, what my schoolmates say, what any 2007 'A' level student says.
You are my rest, O Lord.

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Sunday, January 07, 2007
9:21 PM

Despite the fact that I didn't really think very highly of the musical or the music...
This was the only song I remembered that didn't sound like lyrics were forced into semblances of melodic lines.

As Long As You're Mine - Wicked, the musical
Download: http://www.sendspace.com/file/7vrzrj (5mb)

ELPHABA:
Kiss me too fiercely
Hold me too tight
I need help believing
You're with me tonight
My wildest dreamings
Could not foresee
Lying beside you
With you wanting me

And just for this moment
As long as you're mine
I've lost all resistance
And crossed some borderline
And if it turns out
It's over too fast
I'll make ev'ry last moment last
As long as you're mine

FIYERO:
Maybe I'm brainless
Maybe I'm wise
But you've got me seeing
Through different eyes
Somehow I've fallen
Under your spell
And somehow I'm feeling
It's "up" that I fell

BOTH:
Every moment
As long as you're mine
I'll wake up my body
And make up for lost time

FIYERO:
Say there's no future
For us as a pair

BOTH:
And though I may know
I don't care!
Just for this moment
As long as you're mine
Come be how you want to
And see how bright we shine
Borrow the moonlight
Until it is through
And know I'll be here holding you
As long as you're mine

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Yawn.

H3 research. :s

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9:43 AM

Okaaaay.
So I missed it but,
HAPPY BIRTHDAY WUSUAN. (6 JAN)
My terminally skinny junior who needs to eat more.

Went to Mr Ang WJ's place yesterday (Liz, Zhaoey, WY, Rene) to see his one month old son. (Well technically that would be on the 12 of January, but let's ignore that slight fallacy for now.)
He (we don't know why we kept wanting to call the baby it) looks a lot like his daddy. And thankfully didn't do any of the painful loud wails that baby lungs are somehow capable of conceiving.

Going out with Rene (and possibly WY... though in yesterday's case it was mostly Rene's fault) is quite an expensive affair. She cabbed down to Pasir Ris, so WY and I made her pick us up from Whitesands where we were mostly on time and waiting. And when we finally left Mr Ang's place, for some reason cabbing down to town was the way to go. Thankfully Wy and I politely declined cabbing back home after our little romp around town.

As is the usual custom whenever the clique or any part of the clique is together (this also can be classified as an activity that generally happens when girls Go Out) we camwhored a lot with Zhaoey's cam, because Liz for once, shockingly forgot to bring hers. (Sorry la, it's been a while since I last engaged in such avid flash photography. Cough.)

I shall bugger Zhaoey later and everyone can see the proud father and little Javier.

"So Mr Ang, why Javier?"

"We watched soccer and we decided we liked the sound of it."

(........................)

"You what?!?"

Okay so Javier's named after a Westham football player, and the parents have no idea what it means.
"Sounds nice what."

Defending himself that all the baby books he flipped through had no such name, I casually pointed out the Internet as a rather convenient place to start. Google, specifically. Wikipedia probably wouldn't hurt either. But for all his wit and humour, technology is still one step ahead of Mr Ang. *nods*

Oh yes, I forgot to mention how many TK teachers were there at his place. It was a party, with the usual catered food and all taking up the severely narrow one way traffic corridor outside his Pasir Ris flat. And he just had to stay on the 13th floor and confuse all of us because the lift only served floors 1 to 12. Saw Ms Ang, Mdm Hassan, Mr Lim (the ole' computer studies teacher), Ms Lui, Mrs Taufik and errr, teachers whose faces I recognize but cannot put names to.

It was quite a scary gathering of families. All these young teachers settling down and complying with the 2.1 baby statistic recommended by the government. Mdm Hassan and her three kids... Mrs Ang and her adorable little Grace... I think practically every married couple there brought their offspring.

SO. Yes.
And Mr Ang is the most comical first time father. CLUELESS would be the most apt word to use here.

The funniest bit being when he tried to stop Javier from crying, he cradled the little tot in his arms and in that position, instead of patting the child he patted his own hand. It was quite amusing and the four of us LOL-ed our way out of Javier's room and tumbled back onto his sofa.

Nothing much has changed between the 4e6ixers. I think whenever we're together we fall back into the same 4e6 mentality... that's if we even grew up at all since we left TK. Lol.

Mr Ang: "How old are you? 18 already. Still behaving like this.. *shakes head in mock disgrunt*"

Well well Mr Ang, we'll be boring when we grow up so you'd better hope we don't do it that soon. Heh. As 18 as we may possibly be this year. Chua Wanyun is going to take her driving license this year. -___- She'll probably be quite a hazard on the road but WE'LL SEE. I don't think my Mom will ever let me into a vehicle driven by an 18-year-old. Hah.

The graduating batch of 2005 was still the most havoc, happening, mad, uncivillized bunch TK had seen in a while. As much as that doesn't seem to be worth being proud of, at least we made life interesting for the teachers. Lol.
(As Mr Ang, too, agrees.)


Our towning experience that evening was mild. Liz was tired, the mudpie from NYDC that WY and I shared (because Rene insisted on having her own) was so sweet even Liz, the deep appreciator of rich desserts couldn't tahan it.

Decidedly the NYDC at Heerens isn't as good as the Suntec one. And the Suntec one isn't as good as the one in Holland V.

Ah. Holland V, kinda miss that place a bit.
And I missed AC's orientation ENTIRELY. :(
Would've gone on Friday or Saturday but I guess other priorities overtook the importance to go join in the fun.

I MISS ACJC. Only during this Orientation period. Because Orientation was awesome.
Okay. So I miss more than just that. But oh well. (:

When I walked into SAJC on Friday it immediately reminded me of AC. The long covered walkway that led into the main part of school (though SA's walkway is definitely longer, sucks to be late I would think. LOL) and the security post at the front. The architecture just looked so familiar in so many ways. (Okay I know most new schools all look like that but it really did just remind me of AC at so many moments. Probably because TJ's architecture is pretty ancient.)

TJ's quaint and nice and all. But the SA campus is a pretty place to be in. Lol.

Aaaaaaaaaand I have to get my butt (and the rest of my anatomy) out of the house pronto. So much for waking up early if I can't get to 2nd service on time again. Haha.

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Saturday, January 06, 2007
12:04 AM

OKAY.

Just had a really mad night.
Two hours to get from home to SAJC mostly because my impeccable sense of direction left me quite cluelessly at Toa Payoh Central, a second bus ride left me at the wrong stop that required much walking and some climbing and more walking plus an earful from a pmsing security guard to get into SA.

Thanks to all who were involved; the nice guy on 31 who kindly told me I had missed the stop by a mile and how to get myself back to SAJC, Joshua the guy who was Krys' OG mate who rescued me from SAS and helped me over the fence which I quite unglamly fell from, and especially Minyi, YiJie and the rest of the council exco for everything and for allowing me to be there tonight. Heh.

For all my mishaps, adventures, bruises and mutterings of 'the things I do...' at least Mr Jason Chu had a good birthday (she thinks, and hopes) and that he was surprised enough.

Priceless expression when he saw me. *beams*

Okay. And now, I'm totally ready for bed.
EXHAUSTED.
GOODNIGHT.

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Friday, January 05, 2007
5:17 PM

Okay.. classmates just came over to watch Borat after our Thai Express lunch...

................

Omfg.
Like seriously, the humour was so bad I could not help but cringe at every opportune moment.

I guess it's R21 for a reason. That was a painful scene to sit through, one whom only Dinah (probably) could fully appreciate.. or even begin to appreciate in the first place.

My eyesssssssssssss.. *gorges them out*

Don't watch it, really.
And for it's length, it isn't even worth going to the movies for.
Watch Deathnote. *nods*
At least the plot's more intelligent and L is sorta cute.

My head hurts now from the ridiculous movie.
It's bad humour at it's best.
It's loud, crude, and unrespectable.

I need to get those images out of my head. Gawwwd.
*rubs temple*

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Thursday, January 04, 2007
10:53 PM

Nicky lent me the Wicked soundtrack.
Most of the songs are so unmemorable that listening to them again still doesn't do anything for my audio buds.
I guess I'm still stubbornly more of a Les Mis kinda person.

The Wicked soundtrack is more of an acquired teeny-bopper taste.
To Lizzy, that is.

A few are nice, as you know, Liz and her usual preference for soppy ballads.
A few.


In any case, I fell asleep not along after writing the previous post, in the band room, on the very couch I spent a night in, no less. Woke up to the thundering noise of rain and a brilliant show of lightning, so I ended up staying in school longer than I intended to.

Game master-ing for Amazing Race today had it's pros and cons. The former being able to take a part-time role in Orientation without the full-fledged responsibility of an OGL. And the latter being the fact that in the 7 hours we spent under the hot sun in the middle of Marine Parade being scrutinized by old uncles drinking coffee at the kopitiam not 5 metres away, only 6 out of 40 groups visited our station.

Unfortunately, didn't get to chance across any of the groups led by my fellow 33/06ixers. :(
And only one Blazon team came by. Blazon. Blaze on Blazon. HAHAHAHAHA. Our clan name tickles me so much.

BOND. Blazon. Orexus. Nyrah. Doogashaka.
HAHAHAHAA.
Okay nevermind. Self amusement.
I must say that they're probably an improvement from Alpha, Beta, Gamma and Delta anyway.
Doogashaka.
Rofl.

And I'm tired again.
I do want to sleep soon. *rubs eyes*

I think I should be a wedding planner.
Or an event planner.
Or something that involves fine nitty gritty details.
It'll probably make me happy just being occupied by handicraft.
*decidedly isn't making much sense*
More tomorrow.

*flops in a puddle*

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10:53 PM

Nicky lent me the Wicked soundtrack.
Most of the songs are so unmemorable that listening to them again still doesn't do anything for my audio buds.
I guess I'm still stubbornly more of a Les Mis kinda person.

The Wicked soundtrack is more of an acquired teeny-bopper taste.
To Lizzy, that is.

A few are nice, as you know, Liz and her usual preference for soppy ballads.
A few.


In any case, I fell asleep not along after writing the previous post, in the band room, on the very couch I spent a night in, no less. Woke up to the thundering noise of rain and a brilliant show of lightning, so I ended up staying in school longer than I intended to.

Game master-ing for Amazing Race today had it's pros and cons. The former being able to take a part-time role in Orientation without the full-fledged responsibility of an OGL. And the latter being the fact that in the 7 hours we spent under the hot sun in the middle of Marine Parade being scrutinized by old uncles drinking coffee at the kopitiam not 5 metres away, only 6 out of 40 groups visited our station.

Unfortunately, didn't get to chance across any of the groups led by my fellow 33/06ixers. :(
And only one Blazon team came by. Blazon. Blaze on Blazon. HAHAHAHAHA. Our clan name tickles me so much.

BOND. Blazon. Orexus. Nyrah. Doogashaka.
HAHAHAHAA.
Okay nevermind. Self amusement.
I must say that they're probably an improvement from Alpha, Beta, Gamma and Delta anyway.
Doogashaka.
Rofl.

And I'm tired again.
I do want to sleep soon. *rubs eyes*

I think I should be a wedding planner.
Or an event planner.
Or something that involves fine nitty gritty details.
It'll probably make me happy just being occupied by handicraft.
*decidedly isn't making much sense*
More tomorrow.

*flops in a puddle*

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3:36 PM

Okay, back to blogging.
I am exhausted.
Nick's making me stay in the band room while he waits for Ryan (hence the use of his tablet)... or something.
Gawwwwd.

Oh yes, in case it wasn't obvious enough, I'm back online!
Paid my $157.54 bills.

Spent 7 hours in the sun being game master for Bond 007's (TJ's Orientation) Amazing Race.
Am rather tickled by all the committee shirts.

TJ_Orientation
Bond 007.
License to thrill.

*giggle*

Okay. Very tired.
More later.

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Tuesday, January 02, 2007
11:26 PM

SNOW PATROL - Chocolate
http://www.sendspace.com/file/w5w80h

This could be the very minute
I'm aware I'm alive
All these places feel like home

With a name I'd never chosen
I can make my first steps
As a child of 25

This is the straw, final straw in the
Roof of my mouth as I lie to you
Just because I'm sorry doesn't mean
I didn't enjoy it at the time

You're the only thing that I love
It scares me more every day
On my knees I think clearer

Goodness knows I saw it coming
Or at least I'll claim I did
But in truth I'm lost for words

What have I done it's too late for that
What have I become truth is nothing yet
A simple mistake starts the hardest time
I promise I'll do anything you ask...this time

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9:24 PM

SCHOOL IS STARTING TOMORROW.

Ohmy.

SCHOOL~!

Right. Some sort of madness must have overtaken me...
Do I really blog in a strange manner? *glances suspiciously at Soef*

All the best and have loads of fun to all the OGLs who will be conducting Orientation this week.
And to all the new J1s, ENJOY your first two months!
May God BLESS us with fabulous sunshine and a lovely breeze for the next few days. (:

SO.
Here's the 2006 meme, which is actually, the 2005 meme. Hmmm. I did it last year, so I might as well do it this year.

1. What did you do in 2006 that you'd never done before?
Joined drama and was involved in a production. Started to learn the guitar. Held a guy's hand. Heh.

2. Did you keep your new years' resolutions, and will you make more for next year?
I don't make resolutions! I make expectations! (:

3. Did anyone close to you give birth?
Oh yes, to my dear 4e6ixers, MR ANG WJ HAS A SON! (: Born on 12/12/06.

4. Did anyone close to you die?
Erhmm... Not.. particularly close.

5. What countries did you visit?
Bintan, Indonesia. LONDON, Stratford-upon-Avon, Oxford, UK!!! Banghi, Malaysia.

6. What would you like to have in 2007 that you lacked in 2006?
Hmmm. I don't think I lacked very much. LOL. If I did, I can't remember. (:

7. What date from 2006 will remain etched upon your memory, and why?
Hmm. 15 October. Because.

8. What was your biggest achievement of the year?
Err...~ Playing my first concert solo at Fiesta. (:

9. What was your biggest failure?
My indecision when it came to choosing JCs.

10. Did you suffer illness or injury?
NOPE. Not really.

11. What was the best thing you bought?
My GREEN/YELLOW SWEATER FROM OXFORD! (: Lol.
Ahh. My Samsung z540.

12. Whose behavior merited celebration?
Amitha's absolutely amiable one. (CHECK OUT THE ALLITERATIONS!)
Jason's. Just cause he's one of the nicest guys I've ever be blessed to be acquainted with.

13. Whose behavior made you appalled and depressed?
Someone who should have known better by now.
MY DEAR CLASSMATE'S LOUSY EXCUSE FOR A NOW-EX-BOYFRIEND.

14. Where did most of your money go?
Presents. Food?

15. What did you get really, really, really excited about?
The UK Trip. Fiesta Groove. Historymakers6ix!

16. What song will always remind you of 2006?
The Stand - Hillsong
Machu Picchu - Satoshi Yagisawa
Lord of All - Hillsong London

17. Compared to this time last year, are you:
i. happier or sadder?
Much more cheerful, filled with a lot less trepidation. (That time getting ready to go AC mah.)

ii. thinner or fatter?
Ehm. I sure hope I lost weight. LOL.

iii. richer or poorer?
Okay at the moment I owe over $157 for hosting (WHICH EXPIRES TODAY) because apparently, Aron/I didn't pay for one of the previous years. GRAH. And I just spent quite a sum today too. So. Plus my holiday shopping. :D But JESUS. You're my provider man.

18. What do you wish you'd done more of?
Appreciate the people I have/had.

19. What do you wish you'd done less of?
Errr~ o.O Changing of mind.

20. How did you spend Christmas?
Eating and sleeping. HAHA.

21. Did you fall in love in 2006?
Definitely...

22. Did you break any hearts?
Erm. :(

23. How many one-night stands?
NONE.

24. What was your favorite TV program?
I don't watch TV.

25. Do you hate anyone now that you didn't hate this time last year?
Nope.

26. What was the best book you read?
THE FAMISHED ROAD, Ben Okri. :D

27. What was your greatest musical discovery?
I can still play the sax! Wow!

28. What did you want and get?
The Samsung z540. My sheep. XD

29. What did you want and not get?
An iPod video.

30. What was your favorite film of this year?
WAY TOO MANY. Lol. Ehm. I can't remember what I've watched this year. LOL~
Happy Feet? =X Cars? I watch way too many animated family shows. Take the Lead. The Prestige. Can't remember lah.

31. What did you do on your birthday, and how old were you?
I went out with Von, Rene and WY! Seventeen. I'll be eighteen soon.. :S
We sat at the Suntec atrium and turned out many many of those capsule things so Lizzy could get a particular BLACK CAT. (:

32.What is one thing would have made your year immeasurably more satisfying?
Nothing. I'm satisfied...

33. How would you describe your personal fashion concept in 2006?
Er. Shirts. Shirts. Shirts. Denim. LOL. Boring hor.

34. What kept you sane?
My righteousness in Christ.

35. Which celebrity/public figure did you fancy the most?
Don't notice many of 'em! OH. L from Deathnote. So cute.

36. What political issue stirred you the most?
None. HAHA.

37. Who did you miss?
4e6 clique, 4e6 gang, 4e6, SBA, TKGSAX, Jason, DEP, my AC KI classmates, my TK teachers, the old peeps from #celestialzone, and everyone else whom I would normally meet up with but didn't get the chance to.

38. Who was the best new person you met?
Lol. I met many great people in '06. (:

39. Tell us a valuable life lesson you learned in 2006:
Appreciate the moments you feel happiest in. Appreciate the time you have with your friends. Because you can never recreate the same Moment again.

40. Quote a song lyric that sums up your year:
I need you Jesus to come to rescue - where else could I go? Rescue, Newsong

If I lay here If I just lay here Would you lie with me and just forget the world? Chasing Cars, Snow Patrol

And the same one from last year. (:

It's something unpredictable, but in the end it's right. I hope you had the time of your life. Green Day

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School tomorrow.
No point getting all morose now people, it's inevitable, so let's all enjoy it anyway!

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2:11 AM

Omg omg omg I can take it no longer!!!

Was watching the Taiwan drama version of Hanakimi on YouTube.

I have made a few conclusions.
Ella from S.H.E cannot act.
The guys are not cute.
I cannot accentuate any further how much she cannot act.

DESTROYED! My entire lovely impression of the manga!
Okay, no. I still love the manga. It's the show I find questionable.
Which makes me realize how I don't actually own the manga. Hmm.
I borrowed Himi's ones to read in those days..

And I want to watch the Deathnote anime! Who has it, whoooo?! Tell me now so when I have time I can go to your place and cheong it. (:

Oh yea have I mentioned the fact that I watched Night at the Museum with Luther and Nick on Saturday after band? It was. LOLness.

The first (and consequent) thought that ran through my head was..
WHO ON EARTH came up with such a plot?!!!!!!!

The rest of it was mostly a bizarre, amused, laughing experience.


And went for the customary TKGSAX BBQ earlier.
Gosh I can't believe Kuan, Shuf, Lena, Sharyn and Wanshu are Sec 4 already.
Had fun just catching up with the seniors/juniors..
Some things never change.
Like Alex.
Alex is still the same. I can't believe she's turning 19 this year.
And I can't believe she survived her 2 years in VJ being ... Alex.
*coughs*
Jia Ying's almost the same too.
Dotty's gotten prettier.
SK.. almost the same. Still likes Jay Chou, apparently.

The juniors are getting prettier too!
And there's a sec 2 girl called Yi Xuan who looks and reminds me so much of the Yi Xuan from the '04 batch. Lol.

w00t.
OhWELL.
Time passes fast.

Logged into the school portal earlier and realized that we're labelled as 'J2s' now.
One more day to school!

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Monday, January 01, 2007
1:01 AM

OH MY. It's one hour into the new year.

BLESSED 2007 to everyone reading this! (:

The good year is upon us.

And now.
Goodnight.

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