In case you were wondering, I got your clue now. Well & clear.

Haha, I'm really running out of photos. This was like taken 2 years back under some esplanade bridge.
Anyway like one of the topics for the english essay today was "History written by victors.", & you kinda had t state your stand on that all.
So I did the usual one word topics. Today was "Suicide". Easy peasy lemon squeasy.
Then we asked Rah, "aye athirah, what topic did you do?"
"Oh, number 1"
& we stare at her in amazement and awe. No. 1 was that history thing, leh.
"How t write?! What'd you write?!"
& she goes "Oh, I just wrote about some Mr. Victor guy writing history."
*squuuintttttyyyeyeeeessss. Geddit?
Mr Victor. As in Mr Tom Dick Harry Victor.
& she walks out of the toilet laughing.
But this skin is darn cute right? :D :D
My godddd, I spent 2 hours.
And ohmgzxzxzxzxz, my mum's bday is on sunday.
k bye

So far, I'm done with Amath, Chem II, History & uh, that's abt it.
Amath was a disaster of disasters, I never knew Yogi bear was such a skilled killer, really, I never thought him t be in all my 4 years. I'm still placing high hopes on an A for humans, cause that's the only thing I ever excel in. Why? Cause I'm a sucker for crapping alot in essays. & I'm still against the idea of having the science chem & pure chem papers being held tgt cause their paper finishes 1/2 hr before. This time round was better, cause we had fat mamasan yelling "Get out of the hall now!"
*squintyeyes. I did a fricking hell lot of organic chem TYS questions, & only one question came out. Plus it was an EITHER/OR.
I bunked over at yewleng's & I woke up later than her. hur hur hur myyyy goodness. Yanyee do you seee this?! I woke up later. LATERRRR.
& despite the fact I already had 6 hours of slp, I'm still having my headache. It's been 3 days.
):
& I read today that the intelligence of a person is determined by how well developed & how precise the folds of the cerebrum are. So I told yewleng, that our mums must've ironed our brains out.
Right,ha ha ha, toodles. I.need.sleep.ballet.at.10.tomorrow.tuition.at.5.gna.die.die.die.
If bus 59 is gna take forever t come again tmr, I'm gna bash the driver.

Yes yes, I've been a lump of lard since birth, and if that were already not bad enough, I was a glutton by the age of 1.
Tmr I have t cramp in 3 chapters of history & that's almost the equivalent of stuffing your mouth up with 60 meatballs. Righto, it's that choking. Well at least I know I'm the last batch using that darned SS book filled t the brim with propaganda. Apparently, they topped the new syllabus up w stuff from the sept 11th bombings. Geez, I wouldn't want more of those "this is why we should stand united & be on guard. terrorism is real." shit as if learning all about good governance, the darned economy & what not aint enough.
During an interval at tuition I was just randomly darting my eyes around the dining table. Dried mangoes, Jamie's disgustingly short nails, then the newspaper. Eww eww ultimate eww. Some Bernice Liu woman, Hongkie actress was it(?), was on the Jean Yip ad. Poor dear. Guess what the catch phrase was "Are you turning bottom heavy like a vase?" & they just enlarged this humongous vase of flowers to her height, & slapped it right next t her all. How disturbing, they actually compared her t that oddly shaped thingamajig. Lol lol lol lol sad or what.
Alright, congratulate me now. I've to rack my brains before bed on a new excuse for why I didn't turn up in school today. According t YL's statistics, 17 bobs were missing from class. *gigglegigglegigglesss. So funny right? Lol lol lol.
Kay, ciao fartheads. Jamie's Out! More rel. vel t catchieeee up on.

I miss you quite terribly.
I think kal & I are finally getting hold of those frenchy terms in ballet. How, finalllyyyy.
I had the worst disgust in a long time tday. Ask me & I'll tell you why. I hate men, eww I really do.
I'm burning the midnight oil tday. Like, tie my hair t the ceiling, take dozens of redbull & chicken essence(yum), scotch tape my eyes open, whatever it is, i'm determined t lose the damned sleep.
Plus I think I'mma skip sch on monday. Seriously, I need a fricking break. No, my brain needs a break.

Racial Harmony Dayyyy.
I swear family members are like the worst supporters everrrr.
"I see a malay lady" -sam's dad.
"You look like a waitress" -my dad.
"You look like you're wearing a tent" -Siv's brother.
Oh & I finally got what I'm gonna wear for school tmr. Heh heh.
Only you had the strength t weaken my guard. But I rebuilt the walls faster than you could collapse them. So there'll always remain an inherent barrier between the two worlds. It was a cynical disregard on my part, that your pleas should lay at the mercy of my faults, & your heart lay slave t my errs. But just t soothe the enigma, it shall be left understood that antipodes compliment like opposites attract, but two of a kind screams no go.
This immutable decision serves as my form of escape. & I know it's terribly selfish of me.
I could offer up a million apologies & still be at deficit of a million more.
I could be blogging in riddles. But that's the fun where no one deciphers anything.
Weather was really wet this morning & I wasn't just about t be the fool who rejects snuggling up in the comfort of a bed stacked with tonnes of papers, books & a hell lot of barang. Kept me warm, still.
Then the usual morning activity- daydream(I'm pretty good at it, I can laze in bed t daydream till noon).
So I like pictured some perfect romantic scenario. *Squeaaaals.
Imagine mmkay, just imagine sitting in some bus with a raging storm pouring down & stuck beside someone you reallyyyyyy adore so much. Bliss I tell you.
*Squinty eyes.
But the qualities t this perfect scenario's almost too difficult t attain. See, you have t be lucky enough t catch the 1/100000 probability of getting on a bus before it starts raining(stuck with wet clothes on, is NOT romantic. AT ALL), then you gotta be sure the rain's REALLY heavy, then you have t make sure your dearest is beside you. & lastly, your dearest has t love buses just as much as you do or he'd probably puke all over the seat.
*Raises an eyebrow. See what I mean?
I might as well pay for a fireman t spray some hosewater at me, thank you very much.
Pfffft.
I'm lugging my arse t school tomorrow cause some idiot thinks her birthday's the most important event in the world.
*smirks.
Lol lol lol.
Oh yah, sec 4's wont be performing for the SYF presentation ): It's confirmed. So no last time dancing with the dancers. I'mma miss ya'll ))):
Btw, is it just me, or is friendster starting t get a lot of sickening pop-ups for some BMW & ipod shit and they claim we're the lucky random selected ones?

Today, I was proven right.
In lieu of my parent's inability t provide a car ride t punggol at 10.15pm t their good daughter, yes, I took a bus. I was mad, duh. I just completed a 2 hour long tuition session, hor. But then I enjoyed every minute of the 2 hour journey to & fro cause really, I am born t love buses. Plus I was the only one left on the bus journey home- so it was just me, the bus driver, and the bus!
I was so so amused by the dark shopping malls & the cheekopeh flooded coffeeshops as we passed. *Giggleshard.
But sadly, now I'm so drained, I need toothpicks t pry my eyes open for late night
study afterward. I think the pre-prelim stress is acting up on me & my heart leaped out of my mouth for abit when I walked past a mirror. My eyebags are horrifyingly prominent & I'm a pimpie plantation!
):
Devastating.
I need an ethnic costume for friday. SJC has never been an active participant during racial harmony, don't know what screw or bolt went loose this time.
I'm sipping on my lifeline now. I'm placing my bets on the Nescafe tonight. Though it's already starting on a tummyache.
I was really fascinated by the fact that the O lvl chinese listening compre was actually like, broadcast on radio at 3pm. Tis' what I deem fair yo. Everyone begins & ends together. Not like my damned prelims, which starts in a week's time exactly, when other schools are starting like 1-2 months later + you have marvellous cat high having their 3 prelim papers. Cheaterbugggs.
Hellloooo, *wavesfrantically. My school's gambling with my results! My 3 months JC at stake all.
Jo's righhht, we haven't been able t do a past year paper w/o crying. Why wasn't I born with a quarter of einstein's brain?
I've had had a craving for doughnuts for the past 2 weeks, so if any soul could be kind enough t get some for me, i'd be eternally grateful. ahahaha.
I don't reckon I'll be leaving you any last words. Because anything I say now, is ridiculously mundane. Here's a forkroad, I'll take my route, you decide yours. But I'm moving on in the hundreds, so take fast. I'll be out of sight in a minute too late.
*clapsexcitedly.
This is the beginning of the end, ain't it?
Geeeeee, so annoying!
So annoyance aside, here are a few of my personal favs. SAJC's not on my list this year & I think that's a huge disappointment. Ahhwell.
I think TJC's awesome, & the VJC dancers have rlly awesome, um flat tummies. No really, it's amazing how there ain't a single fat soul.
& I don't know if Miss Goh was right, but it's true how many schools have the same twirly movements cause they've got the same instructor. Don't they bore the judges?
Temasek JC.
Victoria JC.
Meridian JC. I thought it was cute, but the music seriously made my hair stand on end.
*Squeaaals. I WANT MY DVD, where in the world is it?!
Yknow there's always this particular hour of the night where as long as you manage t stay awake past that hour, you feel an instant recharge of energy?
Thing is, that particular hour of mine is so indefinite. So currently, I'm placing myself at the study table even though the bed looks sooooooo irresistable.
I doubt I'll be sleeping before 5, then I have t be up at 8 for ballet.
I'm having a terrible lot of things on my mind now & I'm feeling more guilt towards someone, more than anything else.
So anyway I think I'm planning t go around coffee shops selling tissue paper tomorrow cause I bought like 2 whole huge packets & my mum came back with more.
Blame the nose.
Feels like it's gonna rot and drop off anytime anw.

Someone asked me, "what's worse than having your mum know your blog url?".
I pondered hard, & came up with a stupidly splendid answer, "having your mum knowing the url, then patronizing your blog everyday."
What, really what.
& that just made me stand on guard again cause my mum is a privacy intruder.
Happy friday the 13th.

Sleepover photos.
I haven't forgiven the school for setting the prelim timetable t be an exact replica t that of the O's. They think it's wise. I think it couldn't get more dumb. 2 weeks left & I'm getting all jittery. So much so, my lachrymal glands wouldn't stop working when I got up at 5 t study, when I was preparing for school, on the way to school... must've lost a whole deal of sodium I'd say.
I rushed down t the library for a good 4 hour study session by myself (cause it's the most effective. i wouldnt even leave my seat t piss), studied my arse off, & received an sms from kim an hour ago: "Lee! Haha, you knw tmr's science periods are only reviewing papers right?" Right. Nvm, I feel accomplished & that's all that matters.
Yans is like the sweeetest thing (for now, when she doesn't go "cannot how?" t everything I ask), she bought the yumyum rainbow dotted pretty icing biscuit all i've been searching high & low for. :D
Okay, back to studying. I get so depressed knowing I suck at everything.
Jiajia's my idol. Her art's like splendid and she juggles frigging art and double science.

I don't get it. Do I trigger so much discontent in you?
Walls have ears. Thanks.

I don't know where you're taking me, but it's exactly where I wanna be.
I'm bathing with like kampong pails all cause my brother cleverly dropped the showerhead & now it leaks like crazy barely any water reaches the shower head.
I think today just wasn't my lucky day all cause I had a hell of a time sleeping last night cause of the earhole (but I adore it so, so it's worth), then for the first time in my life I brought the umbrella out cause the rain was like pouring pouring & it stopped when I was about to put it to use, then I forgot t bring ballet fees & next we had like someone snatching our seats at MOS burger, then the queue for bloody doughnut factory was like eternity longgggggg so no doughnuts & all else lah.
Some extract from the SS book that got kally & I rolling w laughter. Uh, silent laughter. Um it's the library? Red face and jutting veins all.
1)Goh Keng Swee trying t hold back his laughter so he politely stares at the floor instead.
2)Mr some man analyzing those brows.
3)Mr another man unable to control his raging emotions.
4)He needs threading on those hideous bushes.
Beijing 101's a success.

I bounced out of bed at 5 cause I was so paranoid about staining the bed like I'd stained the chair all and cleaning was just tedious. So I wandered around the house for 1/2 hour t 5.30 before I could finally ka jiao someone out of bed to be my companion so I wouldn't be so borreddd but that annoyance went back t sleep, so much for killing boredom. I decided I didn't wna go t sch cause the fever's been on/off, like rlly indecisive fever so it could well be malaria & oh did I mention I dreamt on the first day of my fever tt I got fricking malaria & everyone was crying for me so I started wailing my arse off too, okay away from digression, so my mumsie doesn't think it's funny & she thinks it's a "serious matter". *puts on nerds specs & gives PTM face*
Ahhh, okay I made a checklist on what t study today & I wna strike things off.
Jamie Tiger Spirit! *twist!
& waddya know, we're another day closer t the wkends yo. vivo doh-nuts!! best is gg with me t queue. whoopeeedooopeedoo.
*yanks hair & runs around*
i want biggggiewiggie hughug.
DIGRESSING.
I feel like deleting all my friendster photos really. Looking at myself just makes me wna barf my guts out.

Which lucky asshole gets a fever the night before the chinese o'lvl oral examinations? ME. && the heat's just been escalating like madness while I was on the phone, & I can assure you it's boiling point at this instant.
My pupils feel like they're being toasted each time I shut them eyes & I could probably melt an ice statue with my hands.
Let's hope this means no sch tom. Ohboyohboyohboy. Afterall, I need time t get over the devastation from the chinese o's. Some wheelchair accessible policy of the gov. that got me into deep shiot. It's moments like these you wish you actually bothered about current affairs.
Hokay, I'm falling asleep listening t the playlist wing sent me.
ZzZzzzzz. Ohhh I adore Jazzzzzzzyjazzy.