Vonny Has Banned Me From Her Blog

And I shall sulk.

I should prob just download Messenger and buzz her about it. Merh. Lazy.

Hon Ee Vonnnnnnnnn, can i access your blog, please? =D

Oh, aren't you proud that I dedicated a post to you? Hehe.

I wonder if Vonny reads my blog. Hmm.

I <3 The Princess Diaries

Probably not the best time to be reading storybooks when trials are super close.

But I heart Mia and Michael, Lilly, Tina, Boris, Lars and Fat Louie and everyone else including Grandmere. <3 woot!

Someone should lock away all the nice books and leave me with textbooks till finals are over. Can't wait. And can't wait till I'm earning enough and get to buy all the nice books I want and nice books for everyone else.

I think I'd better get back to reading textbooks for now. But! There was a part in Princess Diaries 4 which mentioned peppered moths. Of which I read about in my Bio text! Coincidence? I think not! It's a sign for sure that reading story books are not as bad as The Person Who Thinks So thinks it is. So there!

Woo. So many exclamation marks.

I'm on a PD high. <3

Long One Cut Short

Had a list about what i would really want to do if it wasn't for exams exams and exams. But right now, i just want to hug a Bear and tell him "It will be alright" regardless of the scepticism that comes with it.

Very short update:
School is dreadful as usual; double the dose since they extended hours till 3.40. For extra-curriculars!! Thereby making all our previous efforts null and void. Boo.

I want cake and gelato.

"Epiphany" is overused

It's raining! The sky has been cured of its constipation.

pissed

Posting only when I'm angry and unhappy is making my blog a ranty blog. And yet there is so much that I cannot rant about that it is making me piss poor in blogging nice little ranty pieces. Bloody English. Bloody MUET. It sucks my soul trying to fill in the stupid blanks in less than five words. I do not understand the point of MUET when you can enter THE Apex University with a Band 1. (which is by the way, the lowest band score). Unless one is applying for NUS, then the best would be to just do it and score a Band 6. (which is the highest band which I have never scored. roar.)

Anyway, it is not just MUET bloody MUET. It is also about going through a stupid, stupid hormonally-driven phase of pre-menstrual syndrome. And Krispy chocolates going for 50 cents a piece.

And a ranty post is also about annoyingly irresponsible people. Okay, one annoyingly irresponsible person. YOU COULD HAVE TOLD US. And of course, you did not. You bloody well did not. You could have just saved us all the trouble. Saved ME all the trouble of going through all the harrying calls and bookings and rearrangements. You could have opened your mouth, spoke just ONE sentence. ONE sentence to tell us, to tell me that you were not interested anymore! ROARRRRRRRRR. And of course the world just had to revolve around you.

Wait. It's not just about one person, it's also about another. Another who did practically nothing for an entire project. Though on hindsight, this was partially our fault for not MAKING you do something.

And whoever suggested extending school hours has never taken Form Six. Fine if, during that extension period, something useful is being done. But it's not and it's sapping my energy and contributing to my angst. rowr. If Mr. L was teaching then it would be a different matter but not the deathly boring tutorials we have now. And what is the point, oh what is the point, if you make us do the work but not let us have the answers to check. What is the point, if we are the ones presenting the answers. Then you might as well just give the questions and the answers and let us go home an hour earlier for that miraculous 20 minutes of a nap. Le sigh.

I need to sleep.

Grump

There is an irrational kind of anger seeping through me and i am rather ashamed to admit that i have a weak mechanism to control its spread. I do try. But built-up resentment which has not been released is like a HIV in its latency period. It infects all your cells without you even realising.

Maybe i should stop being such a chicken and confront them and confront you. You, the one with your un-thank you-ness, your clouds of misery raining down on my sub-conscious and your utter selfishness. Them with their irritating botherations. Bah.

Well if you're not bothered then neither should i. All i need, is to convince myself of it. All i need to do is to stop waiting for you to reply with two simple words. How can two simple words mean so much, that should be made illegal honestly. There are some people in my world who should be told to just curl up and die. Rawr.

Thank You.

mwrowr. I livvvveee. I live.

hehhe. Holidays are here but the word holiday is used loosely. It just means more tuition and more homework and more projects. Though not having to go to school everyday is nice.

My birthday was pretty nice except that there was Math tuition. Yes, yes, i am still having tuition during the holidays. Unfortunately no pictures of the nice presents to be had. =D Thank you to everyone who wished and called and for the presents, particularly the light bulb and all things red. I think all my presents were red except the light bulb. hahah. Thank you guys for remembering.

Good luck to the NS people, hope you guys get the first batch.