What a pretty, pretty picture. Victoria Mazze from this band called The Divine Madness that'd randomly added me on Myspace. I'm not posting this because of her name, but it is quite amazing how this name have been surfacing quite repeatedly. While people are going crazy over Vogue models, I think pictures like this are pretty.

Maybe it's because of Sweet Dreams (Are Made of These) by Marilyn Manson that was playing on my mp3 player, or it could have been the the sun shining through the shower of dazzling raindrops that evoked a certain sweet melancholy to permeate through all the lethargy of today.

To be honest, I'm feeling quite depressed to a certain extent at the moment. I don't know how nor why but it simply just happened like that. Then again, it could be the aftermath of talking about Crestar with Wanqi and Adele. Adele's like my everything-junior, just like how Shanice, Wei Qin and I had been to Jingyu, except that Adele had one more connection with me - TNS(: SC junior, SCdance junior, TNS junior, TNS Angklung junior and Crestar junior. Quite amusing to me, actually.

Well anyway. Wanqi and I were talking about how Crestar had this certain smell to it and it can't be replicated anywhere. Very true. I sort of miss that smell but all the hostility that still stands will never allow my physical body to be there without feeling as if I've been set to a thousand flames and such. Hell. Emotional and psychological hell.

Hell is probably where I belong but I don't want to get there.. yet.

I feel like drawing, but I know there's a lot of A-Maths homework to be done. Not forgetting that there's piano lesson tomorrow so I'll probably practise my pieces a bit later. My right brain takes over whenever I feel excessively down. Maybe I should spend a bit of time drawing something/someone afterwards. Or maybe I'll update my myspace. I don't know. I'll do as my right brain deems appropriate.

January's ending and I seriously can't believe that the O levels are coming in a single-digit number of months. It's crazy. It feels nothing like the fifth week of school. Not at all.

Does it even hurt you, I wonder.

DICHOLORODIPHENYLTRICHOLOROETHANE.

Biology and Geography tests on the same day is a total killer.

I don't like Monday's timetable's combination of subjects. Be it Day 1 or Day 6, it's filled with brain-numbing subjects and I don't really want to even talk about it. E-Maths though was pretty embarrassing. I'd forgot how to write the key to a stem&leaf diagram and ended up having Ms Lim using sarcasm and jokingly threatened to slap me. It's all because that topic was taught in Secondary One and she was like, "Your Sec 1 teacher didn't teach you is it!" Her face was going all HINT-HINT. Yeah, so she taught me in Sec 1 but I honestly forgot what!

Well after school, Debo, Teri and I headed off to Marine Parade. They'd wanted to get their hip and belly piercings (respectively) done at Utopia at first but the staff was only free after six. We ended up having lunch at Long John Silver's first (because I was fucking broke) and then getting their piercings done at Stege. I swear the lady working there loves us. Highly encouraging and hugging each other with a bottle of Sprite. THESE PEOPLE SAID IT DIDN'T HURT. CRAZY.

Yeah, and then I felt more empowered and inspired to pursue my dream labret. But I swore to stay clear of piercings this year.. perhaps until after O-levels. I like it better when my head feels more level with an equal number of piercings on both ears.

Three VS guys were at Stege too. They'd first ask if we were getting our tongues pierced. Wtf, no way. Debo said she was piercing her hip and Teri said she was getting her belly pierced. The guys looked stunned and went, "Wow.." Oh-kaay..

Anyways! I'm broke right now. Like, zero-cents in my wallet.
Then I remembered, class fund owes me $5.70.

Lol, this page made me go WTF?! quite audibly.
Clickity-click :D

I'd just realised how few Sonata Arctica communitites there are on Livejournal.

Well anyways, tomorrow is going to be another looooooooong day. Geography is killing me because half the time, my brain is on a rebellion. I keep hearing this. The topic on Industries is really lengthy and my brain keeps switching off. I mean, come one, apart from industrial metal music, my other knowledge on industries is of but a nought.

Maybe I'm like one of those that Mrs Chua labels - Fili-fala girl.

Hahaha, NO WAY. I'm not a trend-follower. Maybe I'm even beneath that of a "fili-fala girl". Well anyways, I seriously hate statistics - for both E-Maths and Geography. All the large numbers, the percentages and the never-ending trail of digits.

I just spent slightly more than two hours on my ass at the computer doing up the Literature presentation.

Concept albums drive me crazy. I never knew that Images And Words and Scenes From A Memory were related albums! I SWEAR. And yet, I bought both together and only to realise the connection between the two. I'm reading the outline of the concept here and it's driving me nuts. On top of that, it involves "Edward" and "Victoria". Oh my god. As if the Twilight series weren't enough! Mind-boggling. It's like freaking Literature! Then again, you can't deny the fact that these guys are awesome.

Chinese New Year's coming and I think that my parents are thinking of driving to Kuala Lumpur. I have no idea what to expect of Chinese New Year because year by year, it gets more and more mundane and senseless. Of course, the amount collected from red packets decline every year too. And knowing my proficiency in money-saving, you could probably guess where the money would end up at.

Can someone be really nice and buy that (RED) iPod Nano for me? It matches my phone and it's for a good cause. I don't support Apple products but hey, it's for (RED). Maybe I should get my mother to buy me (RED) GAP shirts for CNY. Haha, a walking (RED) billboard.

Red red red <3
Whoever said you had to wear black to rock should go to hell.

Break some rules and live your life, people.

It's been a while.
A long, long while since I've last seen your face in the mundane crowd. Changes, changes, changes. The revolution of the world is propelled by nothing but changes. And I am so sick of adapting to it.

I'm still breathing quite weirdly. A dull aching in the lungs, somehow.

Well anyway, after dance today, Serena and I went to study at Island Creamery. The strawberry sorbet can't beat Haagen-Dazs' raspberry sorbet but it'll do. I spent the time finishing up the Biology chapters that are going to be tested on Tuesday.

After that, I met up with my mother at Parkway initially to get new clothes for Chinese New Year. You see, I don't really like shopping to begin with, but I'd spent about fifty bucks in less than half-an-hour at Parkway. Not on clothes, but on CDs. Yes, I'm incorrigible. Hahaha. But it's only because they are CDs that HMV don't sell (nor even regarded as existent).

Dream Theater's
Images And Words and
Scenes From A Memory.

$16.95 + $28.95 respectively at Gramophone and Borders.
DEBORAH YOU'RE JEALOUS, AREN'T YOU. HAHA.
Hahaha, joking(:

I'm left with $2 for the rest of January. Awesome, not.
Maybe I'll just keep bringing lunchboxes to school.

I'm quite sleep deprived. It isn't healthy for people to sleep at two and wake up at six almost everyday. Tomorrow shall be sleep-in day.. Though I think my body's biological clock has set a limit to which the time I wake up. It certainly seems that I haven't been able to sleep past eight o'clock lately.

Kai wants me to get the Dream Oracle book back from the school library. Soon, friend, soon. Dreams are such peculiar things. Distant yet remotely familiar with the oddest kinds of connections. Oi. When you come back, make sure you coincide with Deafcon. You shall be my excuse to turn up for Deafcon :D

It's been a while since I'd last experienced lucid dreaming.
Bring it on.

Strange Déjà Vu.

WE'VE GOT WHAT IT TAKES TO REACH THE TOP,
SO WATCH OUT.
'COS WE WON'T STOP!

SCGS.

Y

It's one of those crazy, ecstatic moments when you suddenly brim with so much pride for your school despite its new maniacal obsession with grades and academics and bad timetables.

This also means a larger amount of pressure is on our batch and the expectations are going to be much higher.

What luck.

Well anyway, gooooo Henny, Patricia, Yi Chieh, Kristabelle, the red-faced Elizabeth and everyone else who got their desired grades for the Chinese O-levels paper!

SC-ow-GS-ow!

The moon was really beautiful this morning. Round, bright, and looked as if it were a cut-out pasted onto the sky. Watching it sink behind Raffles Town Club from the school courtyard intrigued me.

Maybe because of the moon's gravitational pull, I've been quite unstable lately. Unstable in way too many ways.

Perhaps some wounds were never meant to heal. Deep, perpetuating fear hidden in the scars of permanence. Unless I eradicate the fear and undo the knot, I don't think the fluctuating of euphoria and dysphoria will stop.

Breathing feels like a chore. Sudden large intakes of air makes me realise how deprived of oxygen my brain and heart is. I don't even know how that happens but it happened a few times today. It's as if, I'm not breathing enough. Or am I even breathing at all?

There it goes again.
That upheaval of the thorax, the inflation of lungs and the rush of air to the capillaries.

I'm quite disappointed in myself - I couldn't do a proper job out of a simple task.

I forgot to bring my wallet to school today, and ended up getting locked out of the house for ten minutes because I had no house key. Thankfully, my mother was on the way home.

I took that same ten minutes looking over the parapet on the third floor. There was this weird desire to climb over and fall. Detached from reality and sucked into the subconcious mind, I actually visualised what it was going to be like if a body fell and lies sprawled on the floor. Then again, it's third floor. The person would probably just end up with a fractured leg of some sort.

Fractured. It's probably how my mind works right now.

The day is over finally. Like any other days, there's a pile of homework awaiting in the school bag.

English test, Chemistry test and Chinese test, all in a row at one go. You know, the teachers have planned our tests really really well. Social Studies structured essay test this Thursday, Biology and Geography TOGETHER next Tuesday. The Geography chapter that we're being tested on is at least fifty pages thick excluding notes and TYS. We're going to be tested on three chapters for Biology (and that's the first time ever). Dude, they're out to kill us. I swear!

The Chemistry paper was horrible. Horrible. HORRIBLE.
Nickel? WHAT NICKEL? And I hate iron. Random thought. You know how blood contains iron right.. Does our blood rust, then?

Well anyway, it wasn't a good day today, I can assure you that. Perhaps a slight moodswings here and there but I was quite ready to lash out on anyone. It's as if I'm a bucket of fuel waiting to be lit.

After the extra A-Math lesson and before dance, I went to the canteen with Rachel. We talked about x-rays because of her fractured toe and about how Ms Lau was shocked to find out that there were three Rachels in her class and two of which had the same surname. Awesomeness. I haven't seen Ms Lau in quite a while already though.

Maybe it was just me but everyone looked quite dead for dance. Crunches and push-ups, no centrework. Dead. It's probably the only word I can use to describe how I feel, how everything feels and my fate with the teachers tomorrow for Geography. DOUBLE GEOGRAPHY LESSONS. That has NEVER happened and yet it's happening tomorrow because of our new timetable. What kind of screwed up timetable is this!

Well anyway, after dance, I was talking to Wanqi at the bus-stop and asked about some Crestar stuff and told her about someone seeing me at the library last week. After she left, this other girl was like "You were from Crestar?" And I was like all "holyshit" in my head and said "uh, yeah."

Talk about a small world. SC's getting a lot of students from June Lee, it seems?

Okay whatever. It's my last year at SC already. What have I to lose?

Oh my god. Last year at SC. 1SY, 2PE, 3GR. All gone in a blur. I don't remember primary school flying by so fast. And it's Henny's birthday today. I just realised that we're turning seventeen next year. What an old age! Okay, technically, it's just two years older than fifteen, but doesn't it just sound old to you? It's like.. an age of maturity and independence. Dude, oldness.

I'm seriously crapping. I just feel the need to crap. As in, to let loose of whatever that's clawing against my skull - as trivial as they may be. It's tiring to have things in your head all the time. Because off all the unnecessary chatting in the head, sleeping itself becomes a problem.

Oh by the way. People seriously need to stop cutting queues. Or at least not in groups of five or like that. If you do that in front of me, I swear to you you'll get a "FRIGGING BIATCH" from me. This year, the queues in the canteens seemed to have grown. They trail all the way to the water cooler. What kind of atrocity is queueing up at the water cooler!

Seriously, I'm crapping.

Honestly, I feel pissed.

Frankly, I hate a lot of things.



Mother always said, "My Son, do the noble thing. You have to finish what you'd started, no matter what." Now, sit, watch and learn! "It's not how long you live, but what your morals say." Cannot keep your part of the deal, so don't say a word.
-Don't Say A Word by Sonata Arctica

You know how bereft of normal slow songs my music library is right..
Stolen by Dashboard Confessional is the new slow earworm for me. Oh god, the lyrics are oh-so-sappy but I keep hearing the chorus in my head - "You have stolen my heart." The song came out in 2006, wtf?!

Funny how the lyrics don't connect with me yet I love the song.

Well anyway, it was a long day back at school. I don't really remember much because I think I've been really stoned the whole day. My memory fails me so.

After school, I had to go off for piano lesson. It's probably one of the most random lesson ever. I walked into the room with my piano teacher blasting the Nutcracker Suite on his awesome hi-fi. It's quite weird because I started seeing some ballet steps in my head. Nevermind that. He lent me the CD for the fun of it and I realised that it was some Disney soundtrack {slaps forehead}.

Well yeah, before I started playing, I asked him about Rage Over A Lost Penny because I can't print the scores that Joshua had sent to me a few weeks back. He's like "oh" and went quiet, scouring over some books. I took it as I'm supposed to start playing Kinderszenen so I started on the first piece and he's like "SHHHH. I'M LOOKING FOR MY BOOK. IT'S MISSING. IMPOSSIBLE. HOW CAN I NOT HAVE THE SCORES TO RAGE OVER A LOST PENNY! IM-POS-SI-BLE!"

When he finally found it, he made me sight-read the shit. I was about to get through half the first page and he went "Oh my god. Your sight-reading is awful. You'd better brush up on it." I'd sort of muttered and inaudible "that's quite an understatement". Well anyway, halfway through the third page, he suddenly went "Eh, play that note again. Harder this time." So I slammed on the low G key again. Apparently, he was looking for this thing that was vibrating when that note was played.

It was some stupid rice cooker stashed amidst his CDs. My god. His mom's rice cooker. WTF.

Then he told me to play some other note. It didn't vibrate, so he told me to play the low G again. Then you could hear the thing shaking again. Being curious about the influence of the notes being played, I asked why it was so.

Then he started on theory. No, not music theory. Soundwaves. FREAKING PHYSICS. Like, hello?! I DON'T DO PHYSICS. So he went on and on about soundwaves, vibrations per second, eardrums, membranes (and then he branched into Biology -.-) and then harmonics. Oh my god. Then he played pressed a C note on his Steinway piano without making a sound and told me to sound the same C note on the Sojin piano that I was sitting at. Then he continued talking about soundwaves, sound energy and shit. My goodness. I made it relevant by saying that it's like harmonics.

My god. Random shit.

Oh well. I shall be off to study metals. Chemistry-metal, not music-metal. It's funny how last Thursday was spent anticipating and watching a progressive metal concert and today, I shall spend the day anticipating and studying transition metals for the chemistry test tomorrow.

I'm in the mood for more slow songs and maybe a bit of Hawthorne Heights.

Zi Wei, whatever the outcome, you know I'll be there for you morally and physically (I live next to your condominum(:). Just make sure that that bastard gets his desserts.

Kai, thanks for last week - for trusting me and stuff. You're still going to try to help me get AFI tickets, yeah? :D

Jia Ying, we shall go to Finland together! Yes we shall! Start saving up(:

Patricia, we know that people who take free rides will get stranded eventually. So don't worry(:

Oh wait. Let me put up two yewtoob videos. One introduced by Deborah and another by Joshua. Amazing shit.

Old School Drumming vs. New Age Drumming





I love stick twirling :D

I've been having really weird dreams of late. It's making my entire socio-emotional mental state all wonky. My thoughts have been of severed heads, post-mortems, dead staring eyes and the water that never goes away in forms of many things. I haven't really seen anyone I know in my dreams and in all scenes, I seem to be taking on any other identity but myself. Like as if watching a movie through a body of another.

Maybe it's time to borrow that Dream Oracle book again for the fun of it.

Maybe it's just teenhood hormones and irrationalities.

#01 I went for dance this morning after much contemplation on the bed because I felt slightly dizzy. In the end, I made a decision of turning up which proved to be a good thing. On future Saturdays, I'll have to keep waking up at 0530 in the morning.

#02 Just like Deborah, I'm still suffering from post-DT concert withdrawal symptoms. I kept thinking on the bus to school today, "Damn, I should have bought the shirt at their concert instead of the poster. Then I could wear it for dance!" Hahaha.

#03 Jamie thinks she's short. Little does she know that most people in my school have mysteriously shrunk by 1cm.

#04 I spent a bit of time skipping because I felt bored. LULZ. Seriously. Skipping to Sonata Arctica. HAHA. You should try skipping to the beat of Victoria's Secret. DAMN FUN. Though my living room's a little lack of space for tricks.

#05 After I got tired and bored of skipping, I went to read Dracula. Finally, I'm done reading it. It's really funny how Count Dracula gets destroyed just like {snaps finger} that. Ah well, the build-up was good. I still can't believe that the story's one hundred and eleven-years-old (111). So cool :D

#06 Saturday's never a good day to study because nothing gets absorbed in my head. I ended up on the piano learning how to play Another Day by Dream Theater. Yes Debo, I know what you're thinking. I'll either go record it and send to you or play it on the out-of-tune piano in the amphitheatre at school :D Though, I'm having a wee bit of problems trying to decipher John Petrucci's solo. I gave up on learning Kevin Moore's (the predecessor of Jordan Rudess as the keyboardist of Dream Theater) part alone and ended up playing everything bit by bit.

#07 I still feel sleep deprived despite a three-hour nap yesterday which left me dizzy and incoherent. Did I mention about the dream I had? Floods, displaced land and the fear of loss of many held dear at heart.

I think the stress of being in Secondary Four is finally caving in on me. I forgoed Deafcon 9 today because I am sleep-deprived and am in no physical condition to mosh. There's also a realisation of which that some of my friends are losing it. They're breaking down. We should be around those who need our concern, yet we know not what better to say.

It's best that we be honest. I don't think being hidden in the dark is a fun feeling. That is, unless you love being sucked into the black holes of oblivion.

My right index finger's stained with specks of AgNO₃, tsk.

Yesterday was a day filled with angry matters. Upset over being shortchanged for credit, people claiming credit for things that they've not done and some other things that I can't remember anymore.

After school, there was a meeting with Mrs Neoh regarding the Darfur project. Serene, Deborah and I went off to Somerset as soon as the meeting was over. Serene wanted to get Simple Plan's older albums from HMV while Deborah and I were in the search of false eyelashes in Heeren. LULZ. Yes, false eyelashes. Hahahahaha.

We couldn't find any at Heeren, so Serene accompanied us over to Cine. We bought these four-dollar ones that looked really hilarious. After that, Serene realised that she'd left her NETS card back at HMV, so after getting the falsies, we went back to HMV to collect her card. Haha Serene, you absent-minded lawyer-to-be.

Okay, in the comfort of my own bedroom, I took countless attempts to fix the falsies onto my eyelid because I have no idea how those things work, hahahahaha. Apparently Deborah was having more luck with it than I did. HAHA.

We met at the bus-stop outside Plaza Singapura and then walked to Fort Canning. The number of flights of stairs there is simply amazing.

James LaBrie, John Myung, Jordan Rudess, John Petrucci and Mike Portnoy!

♥
The entire three hour set was awesome. Way too awesome to describe coherently. It rained throughout the concert though just a few drizzles for some moments. But hey, despite being soaked, the audience were still nutters. Though there wasn't moshing and pogo-ing like Deafcon, it was really cool to hear the rest of the audience singing along to their songs.

Their solos were FUCKING BRILLIANT. Dude, you could just watch and watch and their fingers just keep flying over their fretboards and keyboards. The drums were as if on a marathon for three hours. And there was James LaBrie singing, shaking the tambourine and maracas occasionally.

Even though they didn't play the much loved ballads and slow songs, their other tracks were rockin'! There was this couple next to Deborah and I who were super pushy. I got quite annoyed with the girlfriend and started falling all over her when she shoved her ass into right where I was standing. Subsequently, she and one of her friends offered Deborah and I cigarettes.
Wtf? HELLO. WE DON'T FREAKING SMOKE CIGARETTES (or anything else for future references)?! NEVER WILL! Ewzors.
The girl standing behind Deb and I had said, "Punch her!" That was tempting, but I don't really think it's advisable to get into trouble huh?

WELL ANYWAYS. I LOVE ALL THE MEMBERS OF DREAM THEATER EQUALLY.

Actually, maybe I'm a bit more biased towards the keyboardist with a silvery goatee, Jordan Rudess! His equipments made me go HOLYWTF. Omg and his fingers were like fwhoooom all over the keyboards!

Mike Portnoy's drumset was absolutely monstrous. I didn't even bother to count how many cymbals there were but there were a hell lot of drums too. Nor did I try counting the number of times he miscalculated the angle of which he tossed his drumsticks at! It was so funny to watch him play one-handed. Hahahaha.

John Myung played on a six-string bass guitar. The whole time, he was like bambambam on the bass and the fingers were moving all over the frets.

John Petrucci is awesome. Guitar shredding madness!

In one of the songs, James LaBrie randomly sung, "It's raining, raining, raining in the streets of Singapore!" You could hear the crowd yelling and cheering at that line. Amusing.

They started punctually and ended punctually. Really amazing stuff. I'm going to put up their solos, omg! Oh yes, you have to watch the back screen for one of the videos. The cartoons that they'd put up were sooooo hilarious!






I didn't really get to take a lot of photos or vidoes because of the rain. You should know quite well that technology and H₂O don't go well together.

And then, curtain call.

I went home with my clothes all drenched from the rain. Disgusting as it was, Deborah and I got really high after the concert. Post-concert adrenaline(:
I mean come on, what could beat listening to progressive metal live in the falling rain and under the cloudy night sky?
When you headbang, water flies off the streaks of your hair and you don't even need to worry about getting sweaty because everyone's equally as soaked as you are! Hahahaha.

Today, I went back to school with a new sexy voice from all that screaming and cheering yesterday night. Henny thought it was kind of funny how my voice broke at the most unnecessary moments.

PE was all about skipping and height&weight taking. Suddenly, everyone shrunk by 1cm. Oh well, at least my height's of a nice even number for now.

And you know what? It's kind of scary how some teachers now know my name so well. I can't avoid being called out to answer questions during lessons now.

I'm going to sleep now. I'm really sleep-deprived. So sleep-deprived that I blurted out some random answer for SS lecture today when Mrs Wang asked what the people who are angry over the loss of their relatives to war and lose their morale. I'd said quite audibly in the Lecture Theatre, "They go to the army and kill people!" Kristabelle and Henny turned around to stare at me and laugh. Hahaha omg. Even Mrs Wang was amused.

Yeah, sleep. A precious commodity.

Find all you need in your mind if you take the time.

Lulzors. Biology is screwed. So say Huda, Azidah, Slow, Henny, E-lyn and I.

I'll have to end up sleeping late tonight. Maybe I'll learn to take naps in between.

Well anyway, how awesome can a day get when the first two periods of the day are E-Maths and A-Maths right after another and followed by a morbid English lesson that was so fixated on Death. The rest of the lessons were pretty alright though Yusnellie and I are supposed to do this Social Studies assignment where the both of us are supposed to write a letter to "Saddam Hussein".

After school, was that bloody screwed up Biology re-test. I was so bleargh about it, my handwriting screwed up. My typical handwriting resembles a font-sized ten Arial but it was plainly flat, spaced out and cursively messy during the paper.

I rushed off to change for dance after the hour-long paper (we only needed to do section B). Most of us headed off into the dance studio with ponytails because we were expecting Ms Deans to be taking class. But it turned out to be Hsienfa, so everyone came back out to take off their shirts and tied up hair in buns. Serena was in a fluster because she didn't bring her hairnet. Hahahaha.

Because there are SO MANY PEOPLE in dance, there weren't exactly enough space at the barres AND the portable barres. I attached myself to the back in the middle of Adele and Amelia. Halfway doing the barre exercises, I got pulled by Hsienfa all the way to the front. It's not exactly the best place to be at because the ones there are the girls who are heading off to Barcelona - meaning that they're pro, or have at least been faithfully turning up for Hsienfa's classes.

Heather left halfway so I took her spot at the barre to do Port de bras because I needed the barre as I was standing right at the edge of the other barre. After that, we Hsienfa proceeded to doing pirouettes and stuff where he totally made a sarcastic remark of my hair. I'm sorry luh, I didn't know he was teaching so I couldn't undo my pins and tie it properly.

Pirouettes were evil. I got off balance a few times and I think I'd scratched Melissa a few times because the barre was really lacking spatially. Then Hsienfa started his whole talk about body placement when doing pirouettes, and then.. he asked me to do doubles. He joked about how I would whack my imaginary Pas de deux partner if I don't do something about my preparation arms. I burned in embarrassment while the entire studio burst out in laughter.

Then, he stationed Eryn right next to me and asked me to do the double pirouettes again. That was to ensure that I would do something about my preparation arms so as not to whack my head prefect. Hsienfa was evil and said "If you don't see her tomorrow, it's going to be all your fault!" Haha omg, if I whacked Eryn, I could have ended up facing expulsion, wouldn't I? Hahahahaha.

After the two horrible attempts, he made try for another time. Eryn clapped for encouragement, but Hsienfa joked and said "You must be clapping because she didn't hit you!"
@#*&$^*&@$^(*@So I had to make another attempt, this time he asked for four consecutive turns though he was just kidding. I instantly HOLYWTF?! I mean come on, the most I've ever done is a triple and ONCE only! So with all the stares burning my skin red, I managed to do a triple. He seemed quite pleased with the aftereffects of torturing me. I was as red as a beetroot after that and Serena laughed at me for being so red. Boooo): You suck. Hahahahaha.

Well dance lasted really short because the girls going to Barcelona had to practise Serenade.

Okay, so much for the $97 tickets for Dream Theater. I just realised that I could have gotten them at $86 each because I'm part of some movement.

Two days(:

Ah, someone's been stealing songs from my computer folder.

I just realised that my ability at dream analysing is some freaky shit.
I should turn Wiccan, no? Hahaha. Just a thought.

SERENA NEO WENYING IS EVIL.

Name 20 people you can think of at the top of your head. Don't read the questions before you write.
01. KAI :D
02. Yi Chieh
03. Henny
04. Kristabelle
05. Elizabeth
06. Mrs Fernandez (random, I know)
07. Deborah
08. Elaine
09. Zi Wei
10. Nadine
11. Ruici
12. Jia Ying
13. Li Zhi
14. Joshua
15. Wei Jia
16. Yusnellie
17. Patricia
18. Sarah Low
19. Azidah
20. Serena

How did you meet 14 (Joshua)?
Primary school.

What would you do if you never met 01 (Kai)?
OMGZZZ, no puns, no lame jinxing, no Deafcon moshing, no life.

What would u do if 09 (Zi Wei) and 20 (Serena) dated?
LULZ. They're offspring would be how freaking skinny please? But nah, they're both girls wtf?!

Did you ever like 19 (Azidah)?
Hahahaha, as a friend duh!

Would 06 (Mrs F) and 17 (Patricia make a good couple?
LOLWTF NO! HAHAHAHA.

Describe 03 (Henny).
Handbeller; hates wearing jeans; crazy about Leo Ku; I am supposed to want her blood because she killed my soulmate in Twilight (storybook). She = Bella, me = Victoria. WTF PATTY. And uh, IS CRAZY ABOUT BODY SHOP STRAWBERRY BODY SHAMPOOS.

Do you think 08 (Elaine) is attractive?
Mama mia, HELL YEAH. Sexy lady with long legs. Hahahahahaha. Thanks for doing homework with me today :D

Tell me something about 07 (Deborah).
Drummer; netballer; loves the Beatles; is going for Dream Theater's with me; went for the Cure's with me; pierced her right helix with me; is prone to throat infections. LULZ.

Do you know any of 12 (Jia Ying)'s family?
HAHA, HER ENTIRE FAMILY. LULZ. Including her pets.

08 (Elaine)'s favourite?
Cheerleading :D

What would you do if 11 (Ruici) confesses that he/she likes you?
LULZ. I'LL JUMP OFF THE BUILDING.

What language does 15 (Wei Jia) speak?
Chenglish. LULZ. Just kidding. What do you expect a DHS student to speak?

Who is 09 (Zi Wei) going out with?
Haha, I cannot disclose this(:

How old is 16 (Yusnellie) now?
15 going on 16. Hahaha.

When was the last time u talked to 13 (Li Zhi)?
Lol, I don't remember.

Who's 02 (Yi Chieh) favourite band/singer?
With my influence, it's either AFI or Sonata Arctica. Hahahahahaha. As for her Chinese music preferences, it's some guy whose name I can't remember.

Would you date 04 (Kristabelle)?
LULZ NO. Her boyrfriend would beat me up. LOL.

Would you date 07 (Deborah)?
LOL. THAT WOULD BE SOOOO WRONG.

Is 15 (Wei Jia) single?
So says she. HEE.

What's 10 (Nadine)'s last name?
Tey :D

Would you ever be in serious relationship with 11 (Nadine)?
HUH! We won't even be in a relationship to begin with! LULZ.

Wut sch does 03 (Henny) go to?
SINGAPORE CHINESE GIRLS' SCHOOL <3

Where does 06 (Mrs F) live?
Lol! I don't know.

Everyday I worry about turning up in school the next day. When the school hours finally end, I always feel that it wasn't too bad actually. And so I live in a repetition of my own fears and paranoia.

Well, I stayed back after school today to finish my Mathematics homework in Elaine's class while she did her journal entries for teachers. I realise that in a girls' school, we do become slightly too open with our personal affairs.

Hello hello to Dream Theater in three days. I'm already dying of eagerness. And for that, I will be forgoing Deafcon this Saturday. Partly because of the homework load I forsee as well as my energy capacity. Like I was saying to Deborah today, how on earth am I going to mosh in tights and leotard after dance in school, coupled with the predictable soreness of my muscles?

Anyways, I'm having difficulties walking, running and walking down the stairs. My left calf cramps the moment I lift my heel off the ground and leaving the ball of my foot on the floor. For that, I shall be limping to everywhere I need to go and be really slow in getting to places.

The curse of lactic acid and anaerobic respiration.

Another Day
by Dream Theater

Live another day
Climb a little higher
Find another reason to stay
Ashes in your hands
Mercy in your eyes
If you're searching for a silent sky

You won't find it here
Look another way
You won't find it here
So die another day

The coldness of this words
The message in his silence,
"Face the candle to the wind."
This distance in my voice
Isn't leaving you a choice
So if you're looking for a time to run away

You won't find it here
Look another way
You won't find it here
So try another day

They took pictures of our dreams
Ran to hide behind the stairs
And said maybe when it's right for you, they'll fall
But if they don't come down
Resist the need to pull them in
And throw them away
Better to save the mystery
Than surrender to the secret

You won't find it here
Look another way
You won't find it here
So try another day

I love this song a lot. I really hope that they'll play that song on Thursday. Just by typing its title in the google search bar to find lyrics, they gave me a link to the Wikipedia as well. It says there that this song was released in 1992. My goodness, that's the year I'm born in! So it makes this song near sixteen years old already. Lyrics were written by John Petrucci and refers to his father's struggle with cancer. Deep.

By the way, I still don't like saxophones. The saxophone really gave it this nineties feel though.

I can't wait for their concert.

Dark shadows are forming beneath my eyes.
It makes me look like a nosferatu against the pallor I am of in mornings. I have been staying up late the past few nights to finish homework. This is really destructive. Is this the motive of the education in Singapore, I wonder - to compensate with our physical and mental health for our struggle in getting good grades?

I woke up at five-thirty today just to get ready for dance. I haven't been able to take a nap since then and am aching all over. Splits, kicks, sautés, twenty pushups, crunches and etc. How can you not ache from that all in one morning?

It doesn't help that Reiver died today. It actually walked wonky last night, as if its neck was sprained or something. R.I.P. under the tree.

Anyways, I managed to buy Dracula from Borders today. Makes me happy, so happy.

I think that today was a day of excessive protein exposure - protein synthesis from all the drilling this morning and protein intake from the soy beancurd and peppermint soymilk this afternoon.

Did I mention that I attempted to bite into a fish's eyeball for dinner?

Sorry, I'm not really making sense at the moment because I still shudder at the thought of the amount of work I have set for tomorrow. On top of that, this sleep deprivation is getting the better of me.

Maybe I'll get all wonky and die the next morning too.
Hallelujah.

At the moment, apart from blogging, I'm watching a little Smith footage on Jade Puget's blog and stretching out my sore left calf. Talk about multi-tasking indeed.

Pardon me for all the incoherency for I have a whirl and blurry string of worries pressing against my skull, trying hard to split it apart and escape. Unfortunately, as much as I'd love to be away from all that's happening in my head, it's not working out.

Perhaps it's my aching wisdom tooth.

I'm in the mood for a rambling bumbling fumbling blogpost. More incoherency, less sense-making.

I shouldn't be up encouraging the growth of these dark eye rings but hell, I can't be bothered.

All the lies and deceit wrought and weaved will fall apart in the end.
Everything's a lie. Everything's a lie.
I don't want to lie.

6 days to Dream Theater's concert! :D

Hahaha, I'm really thankful that it's Friday today. The weekends are going to be extremely packed with revising secondary three Biology, Literature homework, English homework, Chinese homework, Geography online assignments, Trigo supplementary exercises and one piece of revision worksheet for Algebra. I'd already finished my Matrices homework after school in the library today. Actually, I think I should make it an effort to study in school every Friday afternoon. No distractions.

Well, we decided on class shirt ideas as well as the class motto. The class motto is actually a quote from this guy called Jonathan Edwards.

"Grace is but glory begun, and glory is but grace perfected."

At least I think it should give Patty a reason to be happy because it has the name "Edward" in it. The Twilight thing has died down a bit in school, quite thankfully.

OH BY THE WAY. YUSNELLIE SCARED THE SHIT OUT OF ME TODAY.
Well after recess, she started singing Dancing In The Moonlight by Toploader where I joined in for the fun of annoying Jocelyn. Then I don't exactly know what triggered the sudden change in songs, but the fact that she can actually sing Jay Chou's songs, scares the bloody hell out of me. Like, omfg Jay Chou. I mean, listening to him is one thing, but being able to sing his songs when her mothertongue is Bahasa Melayu, that's a different thing altogether.

Well anyways, I'm going to spend the rest of the night listening to Alex Laiho's nutso guitars and try to finish a few more chapters of Dracula. There's been so little time to read leisurely these past few days, I'm not even halfway through the book yet. Tsk!

Did I mention there's dance tomorrow? No? Yeah, there's dance tomorrow, SEVEN-THIRTY IN THE FREAKING MORNING. I just hope I wake up on time.

I can't believe that it's already been more than week back at school already. It's been pretty good so far, apart from trying to hand up my holiday assignments. Here I am again blogging even though I'm supposed to finish up my last bit of English homework. I think I'm falling sick, Henny and Yi Chieh said that I've been looking pale these few days.

Well anyway, the day started off with A-Maths. Trigonometry ratio and equations are so horribly confusing): Social Studies was spent talking about Iraq and Kuwait and about wars. I found it really stupid. No, not the lesson, but the reasons to why countries have wars. Inhumanity, barbaric acts and the lack of rationality.

PE today with Mrs Lee was quite stupid actually. We played duck-duck-goose for the first PE lesson in the year. Come on, the last time I played that was like.. KINDERGARTEN? But oh well, the game was fun. Stupid Qianning sabotaged me. Ugh! We played another stupid game after that where two people had to write 4GR with their butts at the end of the game for forfeit. Haha. Well, this is going to be the one and only PE lesson like that for this year. Our next PE lesson will be soccer. And I thought Primary 6 was the final year that I was going to have red patches appearing on my legs because of soccer balls. Damn.

Geography was pretty good. Everything feels much better without Cheng around, somehow. Even with Ms Goh's sarcasm and nagging, her lessons are really not bad. At least she answers coherently when questions are posed.. Unlike Cheng. Well during Geography, Patricia and I sabotaged each other with TYS question answering.
"Eh! How did we end up here? Ah, labour costs.. Intertwines with shopping and tourism, no wonder.." - What Ms Goh had mumbled to herself on how we ended up talking about shopping when we were doing TYS. Lol.

Biology practical, omg. Hahaha. Sexual innuendoes from the flower that we had to dissect. Everyone caught on, but I think the teacher just pretended not to notice.

After school, I'd actually intended on getting Dream Theater's Scenes From A Memory from HMV but they didn't stock it, so I ended up busting $27 still on AFI's I Heard A Voice. Now I'm like, broke. Hahahahaha. Concert next week! Deafcon next week too! Zomg, broke as hell. As I left Heeren for the bus-stop, the rain was pelting. It was so heavy that I could barely see twenty metres ahead of myself.

Well anyways, on the way home, I received a text message from Wei Jia saying that she wanted to study in the library. So I alighted at the bus-stop opposite TNS. One thing I don't understand though, is that why the 2nd 36 bus after the one I took looked so dry. It didn't come much later than the one I took. In the library, I did my Chinese journal until Wei Jia came. I did a bit of English, attempted Trigonometry and finished off Chinese homework. Whooooooo. Unfortunately because of my attention span, we had to leave at six.

Anyway, I walked home really fast because Kow said he'd be dropping by to collect the theory books in a few minutes. I got home, dumped my school bag and brought the books down, only to receive a text message saying that his ez-link card was out of credits and was going to walk here. OHMYGOD CAN. I spent the following twenty minutes sitting atop the monkey bar admiring the sky.

Just now, my brother spent a bit of time teaching me Trigonometry and totally insulted my ASTC quadrants. Okay, kidding. After he was done, it was my turn to help my sister with her P4 Mathematics. Both of us can't do Maths; we're doomed for life.

Uh yeah, so I shall go finish off my Trigo worksheet and the English essays. And wow, my 600th blogpost!

I hate it when people cancel things last minute.

And that happened a few times today. First, the Darfur Project meeting, because I had to bring a lunchbox to school because I thought that I was going to be skipping recess. Number two, those freaking grade five theory books that I had to carry. Unforseen circumstances, my shit.

I'm just feeling pissed at the moment. I mean, how can you not when the entire day has been about the change of school rules, the entire A-Math period spent on being reprimanded, having to sit according to register numbers for Geography lectures, the stupid change of the Darfur Project name, 4/5 of CE lesson spent on administrative work, being locked out of my piano teacher's house because his freaking doorbell is fucked.

WHATTHEFUCK to the new school rule. We aren't allowed to go to the toilet during lessons anymore. So what? When I'm about to doze off during lessons, I'm going to resort to self-abuse and mutilation to keep myself awake?

Ugh. I'm just going to listen to my neglected screamo tracks on Windows Media Player and try to figure out Trigonometry Ratios.

I miss listening to Escape the Fate.
Ronnie does not look ugly! Brendon Urie on the other hand.. has fish lips. Yeah Kai, this line is for you to read :D

Skiving off Geography TYS worksheet to blog.

Actually, I feel really tired at the moment. I haven't exactly been sleeping well because of a leaky air-conditioner. Also, school has been draining the crap out of me.

Can I strike out my previous post?

After having gone for dance today, there seems to be some renewed sense of pride for the ability to dance. Hsienfa took class today. Amidst the groans and some really annoying barre exercises, I'd actually found back the joy that was lost. I know, this sounds corny but hey, you really don't know how to appreciate what you've got till you lose it.

Taking into account that I haven't been dancing for months, the fact that I can still put my head to my knees, point my feet without having cramps at the soles, and actually still do a proper arabesque, it wasn't that bad after all. The dance studio looked over-populated somehow despite the fact it was just us upper secondary students. I'd accidentally kicked Serena a few times during Développé and Grand Battement at the barre. Heh, sorry.

One thing that made me happy, really happy though, was still being able to do double Pirouettes despite the certain hiatus. I'm not planning to go en pointe anymore. My left ankle has left me no choice but to go easy on it. It gave way twice during adage today.

Well before dance, Serena and I went off to Popular at the Orchard MRT station because she needed to get some stuff and we both had three hours to kill before heading back for dance. She spelt her name in twister fries. How no-life can people get at fast food restaurants?

I'm losing a lot of sleep here. There's still my Chinese journal and A-Math trigonometery ratio worksheets to complete. And I, being this complete non-nocturnal thing that I am, am not going to survive tomorrow with sleep deprivation.

Tomorrow being Wednesday, it also means that there's going to be combined recesses again. That in turn spells utter chaos. Then again, I'm not turning up for recess because of some meeting stuff.

Have fun weaving your way through the sea of blue, everyone else.

Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaand, to end it off..
09 DAYS TO
DREAM THEATER'S CONCERT
:D

Be warned, it's going to be quite an incoherent post.

ELAINE! THANK YOU FOR THE IRON-ON PATCHES. LULZ. AFI IRON-ON PATCHES WITH PENTACLES, AND OF COURSE MY FAVOURITE RED&BLACK NAUTICAL STAR :D

The thing is, I have no idea where to iron it onto because I will feel horrid if I changed bags or something. That applies for that Despair Faction iron-on patch that I got. Hahahaha.

Oh guess what! Yusnellie and I actually found E-Math lesson fun today. The lesson went past in a whooooooooosh. Also, I was looking for a missing A-Math Trigo worksheet and a Geography TYS worksheet in a pile of worksheets dwelling in the corners of my wooden shelf. Then I found an entire stack of my Mathematics worksheets from 1SY. Then.. I saw a few of my common tests. Those were the days when my Maths could score 30/35 and still feel sore about it. Now, borderline-passing is already a great relief to me. What on earth happened to me?

Well anyways, I'm thankful that my secondary one teacher's back to teach :D

Aaaaaand, I'm still nutters over Dracula. I don't really like parts from Mina's and Lucy's point of view because all they talk about is looooooove and it sort of annoys me. I'm reading the book for the blood, the castle and Count Dracula! Actually more. But the fact that the Count is MIA in these chapters, it makes me irritable.

After school today, Yi Chieh and I went to Borders to take a look at notebooks because I need a new one for my entry as well as one for my Chinese journal. In the end, I bought a plain Paperchase notebook for the Chinese journal and went home. While waiting for the bus to come, Meredith came from behind, tapped me on the shoulder and went "YO! CHECK OUT MY TEETH!" Apparently, she had gone for a dental appointment and took her braces off.

There's dance tomorrow. Like all the other years and for all levels, it's going to be dance tryouts all over again. Apart from the fact that I haven't touched the barre in months, I seem to have lost ALL control of dancing in a black leotard and pink tights. The past ten years of straight distinctions seem not to matter anymore.

I don't know why but suddenly, I feel really really lost and half my life has gone down the drain, wasted.
I need a fucking therapist. I'm serious about this.

So fun, so fun.

The air-conditioning screwed up again this morning and I spent late morning drying my dictionary of music terms with a hairdryer that produced noise that was comparable to the vacuum cleaner attached to the air-conditioning pipes. After my mother unscrewed the exterior of the machine, she uncovered a stretch of ice formed within the air-conditioner. How weird can that get. Did I mention that the leaking managed to fill up half a huge mug? Disgusting, yet fascinating.

Well anyways, after finishing up my English essays, Zi Wei and I went to the library. I borrowed this book, Dracula by Bram Stoker. Zi Wei borrowed some indecipherable (or at least to me) chic lit books with my card and we left the library for Popular to get some stationery and materials. After that, we had soy beancurd outside Parkway. Hahaha.

Soy is good.

The Parkway trip was quite short because she had to leave at three and we left our houses at one? Well anyways, she bought another scarf (how the fuck do you wear that in this weather) from Dorothy Perkins. I succumbed to my whim and bought a bottle of yellow nail-polish. Yellow nail-polish is so cool. Like, seriously. Well yeah, I had to carry four bottles of saline solution for my stupid contact lenses home.

Oh, I gave Zi Wei wasabi rice crackers from Taiwan :D
Wasabi is good, too.

Uh huh, so I spent the rest of the day finishing Chemistry worksheets, doing up the Chinese and Math files, only to realise that I forgot to buy a notebook for Mrs Jiang's Chinese journal-writing.

Anyway, I'm enjoying reading Dracula. Count Dracula seems like an intriguing person (thing, to be more precise). He lives in an intriguing Romanian country called Transylvania. He speaks in a intriguingly formal English. He owns an intriguing castle. He has an intriguing ability of controlling (were)wolves. He has an intriguing fear of crucifixes and rosary beads. The list goes on. I'm only at page 32 out of this 426-pages-long novel.

My mother thinks I'm crazy for borrowing the book. She thinks I'm going to start believing in these "monsters", "demons" and who-knows-whats.
Some sort of unsettling uneasiness driving me crazy.
I love books like these.
Yes, so fun, so fun(:
And somewhere hidden within me, the hate continues to grow and painfully repressed so as not to hurt those who had been brought near enough to the flame.

Woah, it's been forever since I've typed something for a title of a blogpost.

Well anyways, piano this morning was a horror. I found out that my fees had increased by another fifty bucks and that I probably have to do the exam by May. You know what, I don't really feel like doing the exam because I don't think I'm ready. Like, hello. I'm taking forever to finish my Beethoven piece (then again, it's because I'm lazy).

After that, was Darfur meeting at Lido. I saw an ex-TNS. Tsk. Debra was the only person there when I'd reached. After 1130, people slowly turned up.

Meeting was dismissed at 1300, so Deborah and I headed off to Plaza Singapura for lunch. Before we headed off to the jamming studio in Paradiz Centre, we went to take a look at CDs and vinyls in the Grand Cathay's Gramaphone. Deborah bought one of The Verve's albums and ogled at The Beatles' vinyls. Interesting stuff.

Jamming was quite.. I don't know how to describe. Deborah's sick today but after playing Full Moon for like three times, I think she kind of got high. Yongle was playing with the light dimmers, in attempt at creating some sort of atmosphere while playing Full Moon. Moses tried singing but got drowned by all the instruments and occasionally, I could hear Seran attempting to sing aggressively in the background. I think it was the kick from double pedalling that got Deborah high. And I think Seran secretly hates me for suggesting to play a Sonata Arctica song. HEE.

Oh well. I'm feeling kind of dead right now.
AND BYE NADINE!! Though you're back in Melbourne already. Hahaha.

I'm actually sort of loving school. Though I don't know why but I'm feeling slightly depressed at the moment. I'm not feeling that way about school. It's more of.. over people that I'm feeling this way. And nothing beats listening to Decemberunderground all over again.

I still love AFI, despite my current craziness over Sonata Arctica.

Bring your secrets to me.
Just give me your hands
And I'll let you feel the wounds
They'd put in me.

If you believe in me,
How can I be dissolving?
If you'd believe me,
I'd tell you everything.

Do you fall too?
Yes, I fall.
Do you want to,
Fall into me?
Into me.
(Everytime that I try to pacify)

Silence, can you hear me?
Press me to your lips,
And I'll suck the poison out.
Who will heal me? Me..

If you keep killing me,
How can I keep absolving?
Your sins into me,
Begin the poisoning.

Time, time, time,
We're not, waiting.
Time, time, time
We're no one.

I fall. I fall.

We are no one.
We are no one.
We are one.

I miss AFI actually):
Wasn't their EP supposed to be out already? And Davey hasn't been blogging so there goes my dose of literary intricacy.

I'm going to listen to DU as I go to sleep. I can't believe how long it has been since I'd last listened to it.
Shame.

We'll burn as we fall, watch as city lights dance for us!

The first day back at school.
I don't know what it is that makes me feel like this but I think it's going to be a good year ahead. Perhaps it's the nicer mix of teachers for this year. Or maybe it's because of the return of my Secondary One Mathematics teacher. My teachers for this year are from my entire three years of education in SCGS. Perhaps it's because of yearning to be back in One Sincerity so much that I've been lucky enough to have Miss Lim back to teach. Of course, the most amazing part, is that she can actually recognise me. Hahaha.

Lynn's and my "favourite" Chinese teacher from Two Perseverance is back in action. I should have known that she was going to teach me this year from my couple of encounters with her on the bus that I take home from piano lessons. Coincidental and nevertheless creepy. Hahaha. It's going to be another year of "粱伊婷!!" Lol.

And of course, my new form teacher is my previous year English teacher. Even though I'm still stuck being in the noticeboard committee, I guess sitting next to Yusnellie makes me feel slightly more grounded and definitely will motivate me to focus during classes.

Kai, if you're reading this, I guess I'm not spared from all that singing that you used to do. Seems like I have new voices - Yus(less) and Jie Qi. One next to me, another right in front of me. Oh my god.

Do you know how horribly chaotic combined recesses are? They're DISGUSTING. It's even worse for a demophobic person like me because I don't even dare to queue up. The mee pok queue was so obscenely long. You could literally see people swimming in the sea of blue (uniforms). I ended up getting Mong Yi (whooo musclewoman :D) to help me buy food. Lol. I shall declare Wednesdays as diet-day in future just to get away from all that blue.

After school, I met up with Nadine at the Orchard MRT station. Walked a huge round to Wisma Atria and then back to Far East. Her initial plan was to look for cropped-top sweaters. Somehow she got distracted by this store that sells rings. She bought a pair of rings just like that {snaps fingers} and I was like "Nadine, you're mad. They're near fifty bucks. What the fuck is wrong with you!" But.. she just went ahead with it. +$2 for engraving hearts. Dude. You're nuts. 15 only and you're doing this for your boyfriend. TSK!

Then we walked to HMV. On the way, she instinctively flocked to Paragon's air-conditioning. Tsk. Nice nice nice person bought me two CDs. She's a crazy note-flasher. Like "ding" and she flashes another fifty-dollar note out of her wallet. Winterheart's Guild by Sonata Arctica and As I Am by Alicia Keys! I know it's an odd pair to buy together but whattheheck. It's only because AFI's I Heard A Voice (Audio) got sold out. Booooo): But oh well, thank you!! :D:D:D

Yep, so she came over for a short while. After that, we went off to Parkway to post her letter and to pass The Catcher In the Rye and Twilight to Kow.

I got home quite soon to do my Biology poster on.. Enzymes.
Also, I had a few weird conversations online.

Eh hello Tone Deaf, LET'S JAM FULL MOON BY SONATA ARCTICA :D

Wow,
Happy New Year.

The new year comes with resolutions. Somehow, this has become some sort of tradition, hasn't it? I think I have a few, but then again maybe not. All I hope for in the new year, is for the regaining of the motivation and drive that I once had in me in primary school. With my parents threatening to withdraw me from ballet, I guess that was my drive back then. Now when nothing seems important to me anymore because bad experiences killed them all, whatever drive, whatever motivation is now lost to oblivion.

I'm sorry to have started the post with such a depressing resolution.

Well maybe my motivation and drive for doing well in Os shall be like Jia Ying's : to meet up with all of us back in JC. There was once over MSN where Li Zhi, Jia Ying and I said we shall all meet back in the same JC. So yesterday at Coffee Bean, Kow, Li Zhi, Jia Ying and I were talking about it again. So there came a list of Junior Colleges to aim for. Victoria, Temasek, Meridian. Lol. But of course, people aren't infallible and I guess we usually fall slightly beneath our expectations. So I'll probably aim slightly higher.

So it's a new year. A year to be filled with hope, yeah?

Okay, sidetracking from the new year stuff.

I was on Youtube last night looking for Sonata Arctica covers because there's this really horrible one up on Facebook. And then, this guy called Ari Koivunen came up in the search, singing Full Moon.



We need more people like this in Singapore Idol to spice it up. I'm sick of hearing Idols that sound like Taufik Batisah and Hady Mirza.. or even Paul Twohill. We have too many of that in Deafcon. This guy won the Finnish Idol. He sang Stratovarius' Hunting High and Low also. No, he didn't just sing metal, he did Phil Collin's Another Day In Paradise too.

Yeah, I spent the midnight watching his videos instead of the countdown. I welcomed the new year with heavy metal blasting through my computer speakers.

New year, it is.