let's play the 'subtle' name game. HAHAHA. xD
[edit] game in formulation. [/edit]

He clearly wanted you to enjoy it. so do. =)

people are taking advantage of my super-gullibility. (or is there such a word.)
=(

nevermind im quite used to being bullied and bluffed already. harmlessly and for entertainment's sake, that is. (eh at least i entertain you guys. ADMIT IT. xD) but lying to deliberately conceal/hide something is. hmmm. very very very bad.

it's just me being nice and demonstrating my trust in you by believing what you say lor. i cant count how many people have bluffed me in the name of fun, and called me gullible, nor the number of times. oh dear sometimes i do wish i wasnt quite an airhead. >.<

but so long as you dont purposely lie, i dont really mind. laughing at myself for being so gullible can be real funny sometimes. albeit stupid.

i wanna get the whole hadley cheerleading team to trick jaclyn on saturday. HAHA. like turn up super duper late or something at toa payoah stadium. or not at all. now that'll be fun. xD or or or start messing up all the formations, and pretend to forget all the steps. aiya too mean la. lol.

fire hydrant. grr. i'll get you for that tomorrow; you just watch. =P

im excited. tomorrow's coming! tomorrow tomorrow tomorrow. i wonder what's so special. i really wonder.

wow it's a week. xD

AARRGHH im phy-sick from physicsphobia. !!! so many things to study and guess what i just started studying bout an hour ago. am i pro or what. sighh. i seriously wonder how im gonna cope as the year progresses la. what with dance pracs increasing to 3 times a week, ballet to 3/4 times and yada yada yada. (hello there arent even so many days in a week, unless you-God forbid-include sunday.) thank God cheerleading'll end by next next week. sports fest on 7th april! excitement.

it's either by Your grace i manage to get by, or i phail. badly.

im pigging out on chocolates. againn. eh but it's branded okay! well at least i think it is. guylian. lol swiss delice still rocks the most. =P

i just read samson's blog. so godly. >.< he said smth bout how our lives should revolve/work around our ministries, and not the other way round. and how 'our lives' actually includes school, CCAs and other activities as well. come to think of it, that's what i've always been doing, just that i get screwed real hard for it by my parents sometimes. ah well. maybe it seems wrong to them, but im gonna continue doing it no matter what. cos i cant imagine changing my priorities around.

cafe is flooding my inbox HARD. hahaha.i wanna go for another concert again. such a lack of concerts these few days. nat went to watch the suns at mosaic. and i dint go cos of *certain* reasons. and some of my friends went for jason mraz's concert at esplanade! grrarh no one told me there was a 30 buck concession for students. -.-

okay this is yet another random post.

"even wise men seek Jesus." humz. that's smth to think about. =)

YAY one more week of holiday. *GLOATS*

we had some downtown tour today. damn cool la it was like seeing singapore in a totally new light. i like the smell of the URA and HSBC buildings i shall go there and work next time then i can smell it everyday. :] (hell do i sound bimbotic.)

i never knew how much fengshui actually affected the architecture of those skyscrapers like UOB and OUB, and the sculptures, and even the merlion. yuck kiasu chinese singaporeans. -.-

i cant believe ive never been to chijmes!! i wanna get married there!!! SUCH a beautiful chapel and place. ive always thought that place was some old rundown ancient thing that wasted space and should be torn down. xD but it's totally awesome la. i heart chijmes. i shall get married there. =D

i dont wanna go dance and ballet tmrw I HATE DEMI POINTE SHOES. so hard to balance i couldnt even do ONE turn. much less a double turn. wah lau ppl who invented ballet are sadistic.

hmmm i suddenly ran out of interest to blog, so i diverted my attention to talkcocksummit. ahaha sorry dears no more for now. ;P TA!

bustling breakwater at the bay.
peace and privacy of the pool.

yumyum super alliteration.

butterfly kisses. :]

no i am not random, it's just that you dont know what im gushing about. =P

VBS is overrr whee!!

i was (am? =P) in love. hahahahah. my group name luh stop thinking more than you should. and the theme was Jesus Loves Me! so tyco.

anyway. i am blogging like the stupid moron i was last night. releasing all the madness the kids piled on me. hahahaha. lemme tell you about my super group. at first i thought it was normal that me vivian and shawn were going crazy, but i found out during the debrief on the first day that Love was one of the two 'problem' groups; the other one being amandia's, with tavis in it. (LOL tavis. good luck man.)

kae so we had FIVE hyperactive/spacing-out kids in our group, with 6 other 'normal' ones. lemme tell you how the 5 were like. it's either they:
think you only have to take care of that ONE person alone
run ALL over the place (and i do mean all over the place as in can get lost one.)
fight, talk loudly and overbearingly to other kids
kup all the food for breakfast, piss off the other kids and throw it away in the end
or simply smile and shrug at you damn innocently when you want him to do smth.

i wanted to get frustrated and blow up at them but i just cant. i realised that the 4 year olds were after all, babies, and they were supposed to act that way. i couldnt help but smile and love them more. and then there was the problem of the CHRONIC shortage of manpower. eh you dont think 100 babies is very easy for under 20 teachers to handle okay. tsk to all the teachers who dint come. i would be away from the group for like breakfast and tea for praise and worship rehearsal, and the service itself, so my two poor assistant teachers would be handling 11 kids all by themselves.

then during games. games. oh my word it was utter chaos. can you imagine trying to lead the whole group around for treasure hunt? i cannot. but me and shawn did it alright. =) although luke poon got lost for awhile and we were damn frightened. grr.

next game was broken telephone, where the kids hadta pass a message with marshmallows stuck in their mouths. xD got to the infamous chantel, and after about 5 different kids repeating, or rather shouting the message to her, she'd just give you that irritatingly sweet and innocent smile and totally seal up her mouth. OKAY so we decided to skip her. next was kai min, also a nursery kid. he was worse. just smiled damn cutely and shrugged his shoulders. ARRRGH. i had a really good laugh though. hahahahahaha can you imagine how funnily frustrating it was.

last game was the one with vivian as station master. some lame arranging the kids into a sentence game. seriously the teachers were the ones playing it. -.- but vivian was quite surprised i got them to cheer!! =D yayness.

haiz. dont worry i love you guys all the same. vivian and shawn were such a great help la thanks so muchh. :]

i believe i believe i believe i belieeeevee in a thing called (hardcore) love(making). <33

i dont believe in spoilt goods.

you dont know how much it meant to me. =)

my 805 worded philo journal is a whole load of bull. here's just an exerpt. it almost killed my classmates hahaha.

How could we possibly survive on reason alone? Reason demands a rational, logical, and sometimes even thoroughly researched upon explanation for everything that happens. If one really starts questioning everything that happens, one can find that there simply does not exist a logical explanation for what one usually takes for granted as true. For instance, how do I know if my teacher can really teach? A teacher can teach only if she has a brain; so how do I know for sure if my teacher has a brain? I certainly do not perform an operation on her by cutting up her scalp and examining the inside of her head to prove that she has a brain after all. I simply believe and trust that she does. (And then there is the question of whether or not a brain necessarily proves that one can teach, or even think. But to go into that would most certainly hinder my essay from progressing.)

my image is thus thoroughly ruined. =P

whee i cant wait for C.A.F.E. to get going. it's gonna be so fun luh. charity and the arts for everyone. only a crazy person like nat tai can think of such a thing. hahahaha kudos to her though. =)

dorothy's practically rotting now. so sad. they were trying to transfer her from the bowl into kuoying's waterbottle today so yingqi could bring her home for the holidays, but she kept getting stuck in the net and refused to struggle or go into the bottle! so they held her over the mouth of the bottle in the net, shaking it a little for like 5 seconds and then getting so afraid of killing her that they just shrieked, cringed, and put her back in the bowl. poor thing! >.<

so then they got brave miffy and siyi and me to go along to try and help cos we were doing rs in my class. brave miffy scooped dorothy up and brave siyi pushed her into the bottle. (eek.) brave me gave moral support! HAHA.

oh i forgot what else i wanted to blog about so TOO BAD people see ya.

*jumps around and celebrates two-week holiday* =D

i dont even know what we're tested on for chinese tmrw. yay im damn pro la. can just see my 3.6s (not even 4.0 can!) fly away like conspicuous blue notes lying on the street.

and ms huang please forgive me but i havent filed my lit notes yet nor have i upgraded my skimpily stupid (talk about alliteration) annotations-im so dead. dont even know what some of the poems' messages are. and if they test us on something like "sorrow", or "children imagining a hospital", i'll just hand in a blank piece of paper with "i did my best but im sorry im so moronic i came up with nothing." and cry.

ze grrreat natasha has so verrry wisely chozen a certain book for english performance task-catcher in the rye. it's not so much the book's problem, it's the mode of which we're gonna present our project. we're gonna write some fan fiction. the trouble is, every four lines in the book itself has at least one swear word. bloody hell. xD

erh if you're wondering, no i dont curse.

not usually.

this is nott a poyem.

i am watching tv.

she says to him,"its all your fault!"
and he retorts
"we shud jus *insert something so coarse
its sensoared*
get a divoarse!"


when peeple fight and hurt
each other
in frunt of me-
i dont liek it.

when they say bad staff about
each other
in frunt of me-
i dont liek it.

i run to my rume
and pull the cuvers over me

i cant hear them
i cant hear them

the silence is dreadful.

they drown out the tv
get drowned by the cuvers
of pride
not giving in
not loving
(dindt they teach them to love each other in sunday school?)

i am watching tv.

i wish
pixies and fairys
wud vizit me everyday.
they'd fairy-dust away the trubbels
and wish away the pain

but this is nott a poyem.

wednesday chicken drumstick rocks. xD those who agree say "aye!"
hahaha we were sitting in a group today, the chicken fan club, and attracted lots of stares and questions. "wahh why you all eating chicken arh?" whee! (fine i made up the term chicken fan club.)

this is sooo random. my blogskin is rotting yes. dohh not like im hardworking enough to do anything bout it.

another random thing to blog about: yesterday night i was praying for gabriel lee and his relationships with his colleagues at school, and i was lying on my bed. abundance of sleepiness plus my comfy bed all added up to my thoughts getting jumbled up. as in super jumbled up. i was thinking of this cosine rule that i learnt in math lesson at school: b^2= a^2 + c^2 -2ac cos B (i dunno why but it just popped into my head.)

so my prayer was supposed to go smth like that: "... Lord You remove the uncomfort from gabriel's heart and replace it with Your peace." but it came out as: ".... Lord You remove the uncomfort from gabriel's heart and replace it with cosine B."

HAHAHA like what the pok?! xD it took slow me a full 3 secs to realise what i'd just said before cracking up at myself. super funny la, when i realised what was happening. lol. i told gabriel, and well i hope he finds it funny and not take offense or anything. >.<

what a BLURPOK.