[*lameness personified]]

2006-04-23T21:55:00.000+08:00

i've moved!

2006-04-21T22:12:00.000+08:00

tomorrow's the big day.

for all band members regardless of their schools.

Bowen.
Deyi.
Ping yi-Springfield.
Bukit Panjang.
(are there more schools? forgive me. no sarcasm here.)
(schools here are not placed according to any particular rank or order. its just a list, get over it will you?!)
and last but definitely not least,
Tanjong Katong.

lets make history on the field.

"TK Band: We Define Excellence"

see you in july. =]

2006-04-16T00:02:00.000+08:00

these few days, i havent been acting very much like myself lately.
kind of moodswing-gy and irritable.
i think the proper term would be, pms.
whatever.
gack gack, cough cough.
everybody pms-ses at least 20 times in their entire lifetime.
even mother teresa.
but i bet on those days, she never goes further than not feeding random stray cats and dogs.

anyway.
i've realized, after much research and observation of myself, that these are the top 3 "dont do"s when i'm irritable.
(dont worry, this doesnt happen often. erm, being irritable, i mean.)

1. dont tease me about sparko.
i'm serious. i'm really kind of tired of all the teasing and whatever.
no big deal what. its just a much closer form of friendship between a male and a female.
anyway, how did you expect me to react?
blush blush, giggle giggle?
kill me, please.

2. dont touch my beret feather! (aka, chicky.)
do you have any idea how long it took me to push the stupid rusty pin behind the musician badge's loops just so that i could secure the feather to the beret?!
do you?! do you?!!
my hands were literally BURNING after the whole thing!
and the worst part was that the pin was also rusty and thus made the whole thing a whole lot tougher!
GAHHH!
and do you know how particular i am about my whole beret feather being fluffy and all?!
GAHHHHHHH!!
i like my feather just so. so PLEASE, dont help me make anymore amendments to it.
GAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!
enough said.

3. once again, dont tease me about sparko.
this, i must reinstate again for emphasis.
please, please, please dont tease me anymore.
and dont ask me anything about what our conversations are normally like or what he did or what i did or what our grandparents did or what we do together.
i dont like talking about my private life.
i dont want to talk about my private life.
i wont talk about my private life.
so back off, ok?

want to know the reason why?
simple.
because i dont want people to talk about me behind my back.
i find it disgusting, i find it irritating.
but i still do it myself. heh.
anyway.
the best way not to have people talking behind my back is not to give them anything to talk about.
so i definitely wont be talking about sparko to anybody (close friend excluded) soon.
and if some of you nitwits still persist on asking, being the aspiring tabloid reporters yourselves, i shall be forced to kick your balls.
and you wouldnt want that to happen, right?

2006-04-12T22:19:00.000+08:00

why do you go to school?
different people go to school for different reasons.
people like ryan go to school to muck around with charles and girls.
people like vanessa go to school to actually learn something and maybe pick up some useful skill to shuffle through life with.
people like fionn go to school to...well...just bloody excel in everything she does.
i go to school to observe human nature and laugh at the stupidity of the others.

like for example, this little snippet of conversation today.
ok, i have no idea how it got to that.
no prizes for guessing whos the dumb one here.

he: is poon complimenting me? or was that an insult?
royce: ya la. shut up can. she is saying that your handwriting is very neat la.
he: ohhh. *laughs*
me: wow. all brawn and no brains eh?
he: hahaha! yeah!
me: that was an insult. -_-
he: ...

forgive me if i sound harsh here.
but.
he is so damned fucking irritating!
i hate him.
i have absolutely no idea what nina sees in him.
seriously, hes got to be the prattiest wanker with shit for brains i've ever seen.
wielding a bottle of gel and cologne in his hand, armed with an IQ his shoe size.
a lethal combination.
anyway, mrs poon asked him to drop literature.
and guess what he said right before the essay test before that?

"aiyah! can get top of the class ah!"

shit la.
top from the bottom issit?
only know how to talk shit, gel his hair in front of the OHP, act tough, kick balls and gay around.

i'm so so so ashamed of myself.
ashamed of myself for not working harder last year, thus having to be in the same class as him.
fuck it.

aurgh.
to be continued.
too angry to type.
*stabs needles repeatedly into ryan doll*

2006-04-08T22:13:00.000+08:00

the air is hot.
a girl stands at attention lifting her trombone high into the air.
there is no movement.
the fierce sun beat down on her and the other people around her, causing them to sweat profusely, thus having sweat run into their eyes.

"just one more song...." she panted, trying to catch her breath.
ever breath she held was as heavy as a ton of lead.

a trickle of sweat ran down the underside of her arm, making her hair stand on ends.
she tried to ignore it.

she looked out from a corner of her eye, trying to catch a glimpse of what was taking them so long.
she sees nothing but black figures standing around her, each one carrying similar weapons as her.

"one more song...and then the break comes," she thought.
the sun scorched her skin which was once as fair as snow.
now black or maybe even blacker than charcoal. the sting was unbearable.
endure.
the word ran through her mind repeatedly.

her arm ached from holding up her trombone so high.
endure...
she increased the angle.
her neck ached from tilting her head so far back.
endure...
she tilted it back further.

"band, now finish up the formation. after four..."
the bass drum pounded the timing and her heart pounded along with it.
her left foot shot out from under her as she gathered whatever air she had left in her lungs to play out the first note.

she reached her destination and her legs began pumping up and down like pistons.
up and down, up and down.
the rhythm was the same with everyone.
up and down, up and down.
shoot shoot shoot.
lift 90 degrees and point the toes.

the last note sounded from her trombone, the sound carried away by the whispering wind.
she swung her instrument down to her side, her face expressionless, her chest heaving.
"band, go for 10 minutes break. squad, keluar baris."
she spun to her right in perfect unison with the rest of the band, all 120 of them and they fell out.

she went into the shade and took a long drink from her cooler.
she glanced out towards the field and then at her section mates, one by one.
"this is where i belong."
a trace of a smile formed slowly, curling itself into shape on her tired mouth.
______________________________
notes:

1) next time, i shall bring more ice to the field. =D

2) last CCAB practice today! =( the next time i go there will be when i've graduated! =D

3) i think the introductory essay sucks. like very act mature (link) hor?

4) get well soon la, sparko. you weak doot.

2006-04-07T22:14:00.000+08:00

MENGLI LIVES.

beware.

be afraid...
be VERY afraid......

met her and her ever moving big mouth today on the way to the TKGS bus stop because the 33 bus stop was crowded and junying pulled me to go home from there.
i was happily plodding along the busy road, wondering what would happen if some deranged dude just suddenly ran out to the road and flashed, shouting charming things like, "whaddya think of THAT?! BIGGER THAN BLOODY YOURS EH?!!"
until, i saw a girl clad in a green pinafore walking in my direction.
i stared at her.
she stared at me.
and as our paths intersected, she suddenly turned on me and screamed, "JACLYN?!"
wtf.
i'd never been so terrified in my whole life to hear my name being pronounced by that voice.
brings a whole new meaning to the phrase, "sent chills down my spine" eh?
i turned in horror to face wang min, alarm bells going off in my head.

horror...oh, the horror.

then we stopped dead in our tracks and we exchanged the usual pleasantries...the Haig Girls' school times way...
minus 99.9% of the violence now though.
sigh.
and as we chatted animatedly and walked back the way she had come from, i realised that people like mengli were what made memories in primary school unforgettable.
i remember the time i got so angry with her, i grabbed her neck by the collar and almost clobbered her right in front of everybody.
(wang min tried to remind her of that time, but thankfully, she forgot and i acted blur. phew. screw wang min!)
i also remember the countless times she used to pull out my rubberband and she would run away screaming with it while i raced after her all over the school compound.
i also remember the time i became so cheena and started liking boyband 5566. she would bring me to those shops created by fanclubs selling those cheena merchandise. some even as afar as far east.
haha. durh.
otherwise, why would the place be called FAR east?
HAHAHA!
ok jokes over.

then i cracked jokes at wang min's expense, saying that mengli used to try to push her into the longkang on their way home.
mengli laughed.
we made fun of wang min.
then wang min tried to retaliate back by bringing up the punch mengli incident, which she FORGOT.
HA! =D

anyway, i found out that mengli also takes literature! =D
MACBETH!!
shes currently now at act one scene dont know what, while i'm eons ahead of her at act two scene three.
HAHAHAH! SLOWPOKE!
i was actually quite shocked when she told me she was taking lit.
appalled.
flabbergasted.
stunned.
and all those other adjectives which have the same meaning or worse than "shocked".

anyway, she then started dissing TK boys.
talking mainly thrash about their singing habits on the bus and their over inflated egos.
actually, the over inflated egos part was quite true.
(exhibit A: Paul Ryan Ignatius. the prattiest guy i've ever met up to date.)
but anyway, anything else besides that ego part, it was all thrash.
hahaha.

then we talked so much until my head became numb from vanessa and junying's incessant threats to leave without me and the mindless chatter which came in the form of mengli's voice.
i started to answer her questions on auto pilot and my mind wandered off.
haha.
laughed weakly at the jokes she tried to bloody crack (the laugh came out more like the sound an athsmatic donkey would make) and finally when i saw that vanessa looked like as if she was ready to explode (constant pacing and nudging for me to go home), i quickly bid farewell to mengli and watched as she and wang min walked home together.
i noticed that wang min kept looking back at us, the look of benign pity etched across her face.
hahahahaha!!
then my bus came.
the end.

anyway, i realized that when i talked to mengli, i didnt stammer as much as when i conversed with the people from TK.
no offence, but...
i dont know.
its probably because i feel really really REALLY comfortable around people who came from my primary or people with whom i spend alot of time with.
classic example.
i talk to vanessa.
then i talk to...say, maybe most of the people in 3F.
you will notice that i really tend to stammer alot when i talk to the people in 3F than the occasional stammer with vanessa.
even less when i'm talking cock with wang min about shahnaz and the horrors of mengli.

its a really a matter of who i am more comfortable with.
people who are in my comfort zone.
people whom i find i can really click with and relate to instantly.
and you know what?
i'm really quiet in class now.
"WHAT?! JACLYN?! QUIET?! NEVERRRRR!!!"
yeah, its true.
just ask kiara. she knows how i can be really like in class - crazy.
considering the period of time she was my lab partner and class partner.
omg, we drove miss ong to her retirement.
hahahaha!! WOO HOO!
why am i quiet?
well...
i stammer when i talk because i'm not comfortable.
i stammer alot.
people dont laugh at the jokes i crack because i stammer.
i give up talking altogether.
i lapse into silence.
i blend into the background.
i become the class wallflower.

wtf.
thats why i say i sure as hell miss TK 2F '05.
ALOT.
and that probably more or less explained why i was so miserable at the beginning of this year.
but now things are better than how they used to be.
because i learned not to talk and embarress myself.
(in other words, not to be too lame. because i realized that it totally pisses off the people in my class. uptight bunch of people, arent we?)
except when it comes to vanessa and pals. =D

so, i reinstrate my stand again that i sure as hell miss, really really miss TK 2F '05.
and, how i am in class...
that definitely aint the real me - crazy.

2006-04-04T22:24:00.000+08:00

tomorrow is the literature test which mrs poon claims will help us pull up our rapidly drooping marks.
*snorts*
more like be the lubricant which adds onto our already rapidly drooping marks.
SO STRESSED! because i'm compelled to do EXTREMELY well for it.
i've been failing all the quotes tests all because i didnt know how to bloody go about studying.
mrs poon has already graciously given us notes on how to study and i've been trying to use it.
bloody hell.
hope it works.

crap! STRESS!

anyway, todays the games carnival shit day.
3F lost in her first match 16-21.
well played though, i must say.
as the opponents were heather and some other guy with too many pimples to spare.
ahhh.
shall try to upload photos from fanglynn soon. =)
(super cool new phone with a 2.0 megapixel cam, BEAT THAT!) =D

my study plan for macbeth:

#1. look through all scenes and find important quotes.

#2. copy out and try to memorise all soliloquys (soliloquies?).

#3. memorise, memorise, comprehend and memorise! (whats the point of doing lit when you dont understand?)

#4. pray. very hard.

#5. relax.

pray for me.
pray very very hard.
*gulp!*
got to go study.

til the 'morrow! =)

2006-04-03T21:09:00.000+08:00

ok, i'm back here again.

but i shall not be posting much.

tired lah dey.

oh yeah, anyone else still wants tuition??
daryl is still open.
yeah yeah, no one has approached me for his tuition services yet.

no wait, actually they did.
but when they asked if i was in his tuition class, i said no.
then i ended up recomending them MY OWN tuition teacher.
shit, daryl's going to KILL ME.
shhh. dont tell him. keeee!

ok la, i shall just post pictures i can find from my personal folder.
since my camera already konked out.
wtf.

my piano. i quite like the way the lighting is in the picture.
gives it a whole warm classical atmosphere, dont you think?
say yes. haha.

YES! I TOOK THIS PICTURE!
and its by far the most beautiful thing i've ever taken.
the best part is the lights. i didnt add it in using photoshop, i just took the picture and BAM! those light rays just happened there naturally!
(by the way, the comic is chrno crusade book one!! =D) Daisuke Moriyama so rocks.

I miss you, Evonne. =)
eee. did i really just type that?!
evonne, start feeling honoured. haha!
you cleaned out my house's entire supply of apollo on that day!! hahaha!!

the many different sides of evonne soon cai wei...

"now, if i turn the map upside down, maybe i can somehow manage to find a way out of pulau ubin..."

"God, dont let me die so early. at the most lao sai ok liao..."

"hi ho! merry ho! lets set off on our amazing journey in pulau ubin! walk, people, walk!"

"and walk..."

hahah! ok, i've got many many more pictures.
but its kind of getting late and i really need to go now.
i seriously miss having camera with me wherever i go...

haha. adios!

2006-03-28T22:26:00.000+08:00

advertorial.

let me start this post with a simple question.
...
anyone badly in need of tuition for maths and science?

just call Daryl! =D
his qualifications:
- nan hwa secondary school. (graduated)
- AC jc. (graduated)
- currently now in army.
- mohawk company, bed 5. (ok, i think this nugget of info is irrelevant.)
- 19+++ (i think. hes older than 18 lah.)

believes himself to be highly capable of coaching students in maths and science for secondary levels.
easy-going and patient, he promises results.
any format you want. private or group. (see what i mean when i say easy-going?)
fees are negotiable.
venue of tuition lesson can be anywhere also. (once again, easy-going.)

only snitch is that tuition hours must be flexible as he may be called for guard duty anytime. (army mah.)
unless you want to have your tuition lesson in one of khatib camp's guard post. (has anyone ever told you about the ghost that haunts one of the guard posts there?)

anyway, if you need tuition for a low fee (but nonetheless, gurantees results), you can ask for his contact number from me. =)

ps: this advertorial is not a joke. really lah!

caaaaallllllll......DARYL!! =D

2006-03-26T21:02:00.000+08:00

decided to do a compromise between the up-keeping of this blog and my schedule.
the result is...whenever i'm free i just blog lor!
ta-dah!
so simple lor the solution.

ok anyway.

you know how people with blogs normally put their want lists on the far side of their layout?
ok.
compare them with me.
you realise that i've never put up a want list?
haha, yeah. NOW you notice.
the reason being i dont want to look like some materialistic prat even though i most probably am one myself.
HA! joker sia...
anyway, for this post, i've decided to put up one here just for laughs.
oh yeah, take note that whatever stuff i put up here, i really want them ok. and some of these things simply cannot be bought from just any store.
you have to steal them to have them.
haha.

ok, my want list.

1) ipod nano.
reason is painfully obvious. who doesnt want it?

2) acoustic guitar.
it sounds better than a classical. wayyyy better. not that i want to kill my fingers playing it. but it really sounds very nice. melvin can testify to that. grrr...haha.

3) bus number plate. (33!)
hahaha! ok, this one i really have to explain why i want it. erm...ok. its because i take that bus everyday. waiting for it. watching as sweaty bodies jostle among each other trying to get on the bus. i was even almost killed by its doors of death once. and, i want to have something to remind me of that near-death incident in my adulthood as i pass the tale onto my children. the tale in which i cheated death! anyway, this kind of thing is priceless la. because you have to steal it to have it! =D

4) black beret.
versatile, classy and sleek. what more can i say? besides it costs only a mere $20. dont ask me why i haven bought it yet even though i claim its so cheap.

5) street name pole. (with the street name plate still attached)
imagine a street name pole standing right smack in the middle of your room. hahaha! cool or what?! with a carpet that looks like the road. and a bed which looks like a car. i repeat. cool or what? this one also must steal to have. but, very hard to just pluck a street name pole out and walk off with it leh. no strength to pull out. you want to do it for me?

6) car plate number. (birthday date, present class and register number.)
the fact that no one i know has such a thing really adds to its appeal factor for me. i seem to like taking things from the road...

7) a phone with minimum 1.4 megapixel camera and in built mp3 player.
i dont care what colour, form, shape, nor size it is. but the camera and mp3 player features are pretty important to me.

8) digital camera. (on the condition that it must be black and slim with a big LCD preview screen. oh yeah! plus, the power source must be batteries.)
i miss taking random pictures of people's butts on the mrt. lucky i'm not a guy. no rechargables for me because i'm just plain lazy to wait for it to slowly recharge. anyway, the anti-shake function is not important to me. because...I DONT HAVE SHAKY HANDS! =D just a really really bad case of sweaty palms.

9) the power to see through tables.
HAHAHAHAH! this has mr tan kee hoe spelled all over it!

10) and last but not least. WORLD PEACE.
*snorts* you believe ah?
more like i want the world to end sooner.
prefably before my o levels.
Dear Lord Jesus, please pick the date right before my o levels to descend upon this wretched planet and end the world. i'm speaking on behalf of all of my fellow sec 3 '06-xers.

haha.
ok now you know what to get me for my birthday. =D

till next time! adios!

2006-03-26T00:01:00.000+08:00

i'm still alive.

i'm thinking of quitting this blog thing due to my schedule.

comments?

2006-03-19T22:35:00.000+08:00

school is starting again tomorrow.
dread...

dont think i'll be able to post much.
yeah.

oh yeah.
went to a zion vs bc soccer match today to support sparko.
ok fine. we lost 1-6.
whatever...haha.
shall not comment on the game.
all comments have been passed to sparko.
so no point airing them out here.
haha.
i shall go now.

2006-03-16T00:33:00.000+08:00

"i know how it feels to lose during the band competition. it hurts till this day. and i dont want anyone in TK Band to ever experience that feeling. ever."

"you know how many people are looking forward to seeing us lose? they are really so eager to see us fall. its basic human nature to hate the champions."

i will never forget these words which mr muzamil said.
never.
when he said it, he actually had tears in his eyes.
i could only imagine the feeling he had when they lost the competition years back.
it was bad.
really bad.

and it set me thinking.
it made perfect sense.
yes, it is basic human nature to hate perpetual winners.
because humans are competitive by nature and by instinct. its in our blood.

wei rong once commented why bother working so hard just for one competition?
people push themselves so hard till they faint on the field.
people push themselves over their limits till they collapse.
people push themselves so hard till they actually vomit on the field.
i know. because i've been through it once.
everybody has been.
why kill yourself over a silly gaudy gold cup?
i used to ask myself the same question whenever i see people faint.

but now, i know the answer.
its because we dont want to ruin the band's reputation.
the gold cup comes with respect from other bands and another reason to be proud of who we are.
we dont want to let our seniors who have worked so hard down.
if our seniors can do it, we can do it too.
we all have a common sense of pride when it comes to TK Band.
we dont want to let anybody down.
the people who placed such high hopes on us.
we also dont want to give other rival bands the pleasure of beating us.
we have had enough of tasting bitter defeat.
we want to set a new trend. to be the champions always.

yes, the training is tough.
the pressure is intense.
but if our seniors can and have done it, we can and will do it.
that certainly answered my question and has pushed me to endure and do my best on the field.

how about you?

"i have already won. have you?" - azlan.

i want to win. even if it kills me in the end.

post note: i'm not going to post about whatever stuff i did during band camp because it is pointless and not important. like what the band leaders said before band camp, "we are not here at band camp to have fun. we are here to train to win." precisely. i have never intended to be there to have fun anyway. thats why i shall not post about what i did.

2006-03-16T00:06:00.000+08:00

just came back from band camp.
bushed.
burntout.
physically and mentally.
but i'm so loving it. =)
call me crazy but its a totally refreshing change from my usual way of life.
everyday is a physical and mental challenge.
the intense physical activities, the stress of how the formations would turn out.
the pressure to live up to the TK Band champion title. and to carry on the legacy our seniors have left behind waiting for us to take the helms and direct the band down her path of glory.

every night i slept, only to wake up in the morning, refreshed and rejuvenated.
ready for whatever the day had to throw at me.
i bonded with my section on the field.
i bonded with my group at the meal table.
i bonded with my juniors during games.
i bonded with my seniors during sectionals.

everything we did, we did together.
we cried, we laughed, we suffered, we learnt.
i felt a new sensation.
one which i have never felt before, till i joined TK Band.
i felt that i was finally part of something.
a part of a real family.
my true section. pure TK Trombones.
it strengthened my beliefs and my character.

i come back fom camp a changed person.
stronger, more determined.
...
and sunburnt with a really bad case of heat rash. -_-
but the most important thing i've learnt is that, in TK Band, its one for all and all for one.
no one is left behind and everyone plays an important role in formations.
one gap and the entire formation is ruined.

no one eats when the whole band isnt assembled together during meal times.
every person counts.
everybody is a part of something. be it a formation or a section.
i never feel alone when i'm in band.
i have the world's greatest seniors whom i love dearly.
the people who push me to greater heights and the people who help pick me up when i fail.
siew min, sujun, suhaili and zhafir.

i am finally a part of something.
i know that i'm important. everyone is.
i am a part of TK Band - Best Band in the Land.

post note: you know who clinched best camper award during camp? haha. no prizes for guessing who. =D

2006-03-11T00:08:00.000+08:00

going off to band camp to suffer for 4 days, 3 nights.
siannn...

come back sure black black one.
(hey! it rhymes!)

haha. ok. enough crap.
i haven finished packing yet and its already 12 midnight.

shall blog again (if i have the energy to) on tuesday when i come back.

see you suckers. =)

2006-03-07T23:35:00.000+08:00

random thoughts.

1. TK skirt's pockets are not very safe places to keep things which are valuable. (screw the skirt. another reason to hate TK.)

2. Enough pranking. People are getting tired. Especially me. (for this semester. cant really say for the other semesters. oooh! what about sec 4 year?) =D Unheard of, but very true indeed. I'm quite tired of pranking now. Shit, I'm getting older and more...ack! matured.

3. Many people dont really like [censored]. Not just me. Oh goody. At least I know I'm not over-reacting or something.

4. I shall try to grow up. (...serious lah!) And stop irritating people with my childish pranks.

5. No one can ever beat Eugene in the "nice" category. (yess. i AM talking about eugene giam.) =]

6. Panic! at the disco really is quite a good band. =D (yeah julien?)

7. I'm going to flush my disgusting black trombone till it moans. (for the record, the saliva which came out from it is actually yellowish-green. note serious face.)

8. Again, I shall try to grow up. (i hear people sniggering in the background...)

9. Sitting with Fang Lynn rocks. =D ("two goondus sitting together isnt gonna work out!"-FL.)

10. "One Mickey Mouse plus One Minnie Mouse equals to TWO mice!"-Mdm Halilah.
(everybody, laugh.)

post note: Eugene, you rock man. Thanks alot. Thank you for everything. =)

till next time. adios!

2006-03-07T22:24:00.000+08:00

i just lost something today.
something very very valuable to me.
and i feel horrible.

i feel like as if i'd disappointed someone big time due to my carelessness.
oh great, just great, jaclyn.
the big screw up of everything.

yeah sure fine.
way to go jaclyn.
gahh.
i'm sorry.

i'm really really sorry.
all your time and effort all for nothing.
is it me? or does the world seem kind of bleak now? *squints*

at least theres still juggling to look forward to for tomorrow.
*forced smile*

2006-03-05T21:54:00.000+08:00

ok, something about this blogskin.
for some of my lengthy entries, it looks seriously chunky on the blog.
and maybe it would turn some people off.
(it certainly turned me off! somemore my own blog sia.)

ok, maybe i should space out my sentences a little more.

they (my lengthy entries) looked better on the taoren one.
-_- ok whatever. i like this blogskin better than the taoren one.
it looks darker and more complex.

anyway, still tweaking a little of this blog's stuff here and there to suit me.
so just bear with it first.
gahh.
(my html skills suck.)

2006-03-04T17:42:00.000+08:00

like it? =)

i can finally announce my new blogskin.

this is my new blogskin.

=D

2006-03-04T16:17:00.000+08:00

mel just sent me yellowcard's lights and sounds.
oooh~... the anticipation.
the day i can finally listen to lights and sounds on my computer!
i've been waiting and searching for very long for this one song.
so long.
too long.

and mel finally downloaded it for me from limewire!
(shh. dont tell the police...)
HOO YEAH!
it probably took him about _______(insert any random and insanely large number here) years to help me download this song.
YEAH MAN!
melvin so rocks.

anyway, i was chuckling to myself with delight as i shifted my mouse over to the open file link and...
the windows media player window popped out (durh) and...
"unable to open file as file format is not valid."

GAHHHHHHHH!
*tears hair out in frustration*
WHY ME?! WHY?!!
torture...
GAAAHHHHH!
super bu shuang now lor, can?

i hate bill gates.
great philantrophist (correct spelling?), my ass.

its the same when it came to FF games.
(non-geek note: Final Fantasy.)
the very bloody same.

"windows XP is not compatible to support FF graphics, so therefore, you nearly trading everything you have and ever possessed just to borrow your friend's FF game for a few measly days is all for naught, you stupid person. but, you can buy the new graphic card from mr bill gates which has the price which equates to your entire bank account balance but its peanuts to mr gates and mr gates needs to donate it to some orphanage and make a name for himself as a great philantrophist so that mrs yeo will put his gorgeous mug in her sexuality education powerpoint slides again for future use."

SCREW YOU BILL GATES!
he lets everybody upgrade to windows XP, but he doesnt allow it to support FF graphics.
i hate you mr gates.

i cant imagine how many times i've been denied of some program which had taken me painful measures and lots of waiting to download only to find out that i cant open the file just because of my outdated graphic card.
my blood, my sweat, my time, all for naught.
let me list those programs down.
read and weep.

-maplestory (yes yes, dumb game. hey, i was just curious.)
-limewire (dont tell the police.) =D
-FF games
-gunbound
ok, there are more. but i cant remember tham all.
so pathetic right?
oh yeah, i haven even tried it for other games lor. dont bother anyway. my graphic card which had probably been around the age of dinosaurs will screw the whole thing up again.

once again, i hate you mr gates.
and i have no idea why mrs yeo put your ugly mug in her sexuality education powerpoint slides.
*scoffs* like as if the image of your rapidly ageing face will turn girls on.
ok, fine. i guess i should give you some credibility because *rolls eyeballs* you're most probably the richest dude in the world and you own cheapskate microsoft which provides about 20 terminals of the fastest computers consisting of monitors with super high resolutions equipped with free internet access at all of your customer service centres.
(dont think you can buy me over with free internet access!)

you'll at the very most turn old girls on.
also known as, old grannies.
(you know, the types with hearing aids, and dentures with prune stuck in them?)
yeah, those are the types which really ooze sex appeal.
you lucky guy.
go get 'em tiger. *growl!*

2006-03-04T15:56:00.000+08:00

you know, sometimes even though we think that we are so damn bloody matured.
we unconsciously lapse into moments of childishness.
pure childishness.

it happened on thursday.
royce asked me to stay back in class with him for a few minutes just so that he could finish copying his E maths homework.
(i E maths rep la ok. so sue me...)
anyway, after he has finished copying, while we were walking out of class, i spotted ryan's shoes on the floor.
all alone...
and, just then, a lightbulb appeared at the top of my head. "bing!"
i grabbed one shoe and pulled down the transparency screen, tying the shoe to the handle.
hahahaha!
then i let go of the screen and it shot straight up.
if you thought that THAT was evil, you should see what royce did.
that evil ass took the other shoe and hid it in the god-forsaken teacher's drawer of the white elephant of a teacher's desk.
but before that, he stuffed the whiteboard duster deep inside the shoe. hahaha!

hahaha!
omg! and we ran out of the class laughing like idiots.
haha, what the...

anyway, if you thought that was good, you should really know what i've planned for april fools'.
haha, its going to be a blast!
too bad i aint letting rip with any big plans for april fools' here. =D

sians.
didnt go to school on friday.
cannot see the look on ryan's face sia.
but kiara told me that royce denied having anything to do with the shoe.
(what the hey, that doot pang sehed me.)
but after i told her that the culprits were royce and i, she commented that she wasnt surprised.
i cant imagine why...
hahaha!
anyway, this is TK 3F '06 for you. =D

pure childishness.
but i'm so loving it.
just hope that i dont land up in p chan's office on april fools' day.
shall pick my victims very carefully.
mdm halilah is one of the top few on my list. wahahaha!
that monster should be able to take a joke. i bloody hope to death so.

2006-03-03T23:14:00.000+08:00

sick.
with flu.
ack ack!

i feel a mini essay coming on...
ok, this is what being cooped up all day at home does to you.
(sorry eugene if i didnt sleep at the designated 11pm time. cant sleep lah dey. napped the whole morning and afternoon sia. i ask you can sleep at night or not? haha.)

The door flings open. A young lady of twenty trudges out. Her hair dishevelled, her eyes sunken. Panting, she lungs across the sidewalk. I need more! She thought. Her mind in a whirl, the entire world spinning around her. She drags her tired body along the gravel sidewalk of lovely San Francisco. The night was young and the wintry air was crisp. She shivers, her skin twitching. She passes by little girls clutching their mothers' hands. She passes by drunken tramps on wooden benches. The only thing she needed to soothe her was that. The only thing she thought of was that. She needed more of that.
She passedsboutiques, with inanimate mannequins in shop windows. With plastic smiles on their faces. She stopped for a moment. Thinking about the polluted environment in the office of Farrows and Mayers. Screw all them bastards and bitches! She thought. Their fake smiles, their insincerity. Their insatiable greed for all money and lust. Seeing faceless people putting on facades everyday, she could not take it any longer. They are all just like those damned mannequins. She crumpled in a heap right there and then. Blinking back hot tears, she brushed her blonde hair out of her eyes as she thought about all the treachery and politicking that went on in Farrows and Mayers. "I can just pull a trigger on all of them. I know I can," she murmered. She then stood up, brushing away at invisible specks of dirt on her expensive cashmere skirt. She looked down at her Salvatore Ferragamos and a single tear fell, staining the sidewalk a dark grey.
She went on to the next shop- Harry's cafe. She slowly pushed the glass door open and dragged herself in. Putting one tired foot in front of the other. She glances around, happy families crowded together in booths, couples snuggling together in dark corners, whispering sweet nothings to each other. "I have nothing left..." she whispers. She wipes away an invisible tear. A deep sense of dread and loneliness filling her very soul. She goes to the counter and puts down ten dollars, "one treble whisky please."

ok, something weird here. all that trouble just for a whisky? haha.
whatever. alcohol...

2006-02-28T23:08:00.000+08:00

have you ever experienced this before?
you thought that you knew a person inside out, but it turns out that you have actually only been seeing a facade she put up for the past few years you have been together.
well, i just uncovered one of my good friend's (better than acquaintances, not best friends though) facade, revealing the true person she actually is deep inside, today.
well, i'm sorry if i am going to be a tad too harsh here, but this is really how i feel.
lets call her miss X.
(this is to cover up the identity of the person, though she will know that it is her herself once she reads this.)

ok, i just went out with miss X and two of her friends plus jocelyn, hui ting and wang min to lunch right before band today.
the sun was shining, the skies were clear and the buses were spacious. =D
everything was actually quite perfect.

until at macdonalds'.
once we bought our stuff to eat and has happily settled down, the horror started.
miss X and her er, what was it...oh yeah, clique, started to make fun of hui ting.
not that i'm against anything of that sort just for fun, but the fact was that they kept right at it.

ok, its one thing to do it occasionally as friends to poke fun at each other here and there, i mean, hell yeah, i call wang min a dork and i make fun of how vanessa looks sometimes.

but its another thing altogether when the teasing actually starts to hurt the person. its not called teasing anymore, its bullying.
one of them even went as far as to say that hui ting was a "bitch".
i mean, ok, kwara calls everybody she knows a bitch for fun. you can tell by her tone of voice when she says it.
but this was different.

anyway, they kept at it until as i looked at hui ting's face, i could see her smile begin to strain and the look in her eyes.
the look in her eyes pleading them to stop.
that vulnerable look in her eyes was too much for me to bear.
and i asked if she was ok. she replied with a soft ahh, nevermind la.
it wasnt ahh, nevermind la. obvious.

i thought to myself, what has hui ting done to deserve all this shit from them?
cant she fight for herself?
then jocelyn said that that was the way how they treated newcomers.
omg. no.
hui ting is no newcomer ok.
yes, she joined the band just last year. but she has been with us ever since then and how could they still treat her like a newbie?
screw them! i'm sorry, but seriously, SCREW THEM.
shes a part of TK Band. as much as any of us are.
i was actually quite disgusted, frankly, at how they were treating her.
her, a member of their own band.

hey, miss X, you can hate me for all you want after reading this post.
but all i can say now is that i'm disgusted at how you asswipes treated your own band comrade.
the name calling, the bullying.
hello? she almost burst into tears right there and then!
i also seem to remember the time one of your friends called you a traitor just because you didnt sit with them during one geog elect lesson and you broke down just because of that.
well? think about how hui ting must have felt! she must have felt terrible dont you think?!
she must have felt worse than how YOU felt ten-fold!
i bet my ass that if you were her, you would be suicidal already.

what did she do to deserve all this piss from you asswipes?!
from what i know, shes a really nice girl who apparently doesnt deserve all this from you fuckwits.
i seriously felt like calling all of them a bunch of assholes and bitches in front of their faces, right there in public.
yes, it was that bad. that was really how bad i felt for hui ting. luckily for them, i managed to swallow the whole thing down and keep silent.
then i suggested going back to school earlier when miss X and her clique wanted to go to popular. yes, it was me. ME OK.

i thought that you were a really nice girl since sec one.
but i never thought that i would see this side of you emerge.
all i can say is that i'm really disappointed with you as a TK Band member and as a friend.
i can never look at you the same way again.

eugene says that if he were me, he would have yelled at them and scratched out their eyeballs, feeding it to the stray cats on the street.
ok, maybe not he didnt exactly say the eyeball part. i added it in.
but he said that he would have definitely yelled at them.
thanks man. =)

2006-02-27T23:46:00.000+08:00

Yellowcard - Believe

Think about the love inside the strength of heart
Think about the heroes saving life in the dark
Climbing higher through the fire, time was running out
Never knowing you weren't going to be coming down alive
But you still came back for me
You were strong and you believed

Everything is gonna be alright
Everything is gonna be alright
Everything is gonna be alright
Be strong. Believe.
Be strong. Believe.

Think about the chance I never had to say
Thank you for giving up your life that day
Never fearing, only hearing voices calling out
Let it all go, the life that you know, just to bring it down alive
And you still came back for me
You were strong and you believed

Everything is gonna be alright
Everything is gonna be alright
Everything is gonna be alright
Be strong. Believe.

(Again today, we take into our hearts and minds those who perished on this site one year ago, and also those who came to toil in the rubble to bring order out of chaos, to help us make sense of our despair)

Wanna hold my wife when I get home
Wanna tell the kids they'll never know how much I love to see them smile
Wanna make a change or two right now
Wanna live a life like you somehow
Wanna make your sacrifice worthwhile

Everything is gonna be alright
Everything is gonna be alright
Everything is gonna be alright
Be strong. Believe.

Everything is gonna be alright
Everything is gonna be alright
Everything is gonna be alright
Be strong. Believe.

Think about the love inside the strength of heart
Think about the heroes saving life in the dark
Think about the chance I never had to say
Thank you for giving up your life that day

(The world will little note, nor long remember what we say here, but it can never forget what they did here)

end.

2006-02-27T23:01:00.000+08:00

erm.
ok, shall not post about my results just yet.
one thing is because i haven gotten back every paper and i want to post about my results all in one post.
and the second thing is that i've seriously got alot to comment on my results, and i'm seriously in no mood to come up with comments now. haha.
ok? well, good.

just finished downloading close to you by the carpenters.
it reminded me of the movie, so close.
omg, that show seriously is the best. i have no idea who the actresses were, but they were so damn hot!
female killers...
sweeet...
so packed with action.

just congratulated myself for my results (those which were good only) by buying this black leather strap.
OH YEAH!
one thing i've got to exclaim about on this blog,
MY COUSIN, MARCUS, HAS TWO ELECTRIC GUITARS!
and he jams with his very own band!
OMG! IS THAT ROCKING COOL OR WHAT?!
i never knew my cousins very well in the first place.
no wonder why his taste in clothes suddenly changed since last year's chinese new year, like from street to rock lor.
so cool. i'm finally beginning to admire my cousins one by one.
bloody, i'm a loser lor.
i'm guessing that he has a legion of female fans and admirers in his school sia. its hard to resist the charms of marcus, well, because he is my cousin!
with his good looks, friendly personality plus his electric guitar skills. omg.
hahaha! ok, whatever. at least now i know that someone in my extended family has the same interests as me. =)

ok, thats basically all that i have to say.

"why do birds suddenly appear?...everytime you are near..."

2006-02-26T16:25:00.000+08:00

just a little thought here.

i cant stand people who think that everything in life must be all hunky-dory.
as in, everything in life must be happy. must be perfect.

define perfect.
perfect as in one must be happy and smiley and cheery all the time.
perfect as in one must have perfect friends, perfect grades, a perfect family.
perfect as in one must have a perfect taste in music too.

no, i'm not pinpointing any certain group of people here.
but i've noticed that people who seem to define perfection as all of the above, are usually those of the shallow, bimbotic, bubblegum pop music favouring types who spout cliche lines like "LuV MaKeS E WeRLd Go RoUNd~!~!~!"
screw it.
i can tell you readers for one that it is most certainly NOT TRUE and those fuckwits seriously dont know what they are talking about.
its not love, its MONEY.
the insatiable greed and lust of men (to be fair, fine, MANKIND) everywhere.
its horrifying and may come as a huge blow to their soft mishapen numbskulls.
but GET REAL. this is the real world.
not some fantasy make-believe world where all good triumphs and where superheroes save hapless civilians in spandex.

as a result of all of these misconceptions derived from all that crap shit they are taking in from the media, they begin to berate everybody when they are sad slash angry slash whatever other feelings they are feeling except for intense euphoria.
screw it.
i'm sick of people telling me to cheer up whenever i'm down.
i'm sick of people telling me to turn that scowl slash frown upside down whenever i'm pissed.
i'm sick of what the media has been doing to let these fuckwits somehow self appoint themselves to be the so-called "currypuff girls"...sorry, i meant "powerpuff girls" of the world around them.
look, i dont smile when i'm sad.
i scold when i'm pissed.
i scowl when i'm angry.
i kick random objects lying about when i'm...er, really angry.
just let me express my emotions according to however i feel and dont tell me to smile even though i'm sad slash angry slash whatever.
its sickening, its phoney and its like plastic.
i seriously hate, no wait, cross that out. i DESPISE these kind of fake plastic people.
why dont you go for plastic surgery to give yourself that eternal smile slash grin you've always wanted? i would gladly sponsor one for you.
just screw off far far away once you're done.

besides, i type whatever i want in this blog according to whatever and however i feel.
i want this blog to be as real as possible.
i want this blog to reflect whatever i feel and however i feel about a certain topic.
i'm not afraid to face up against strong opposition to whatever i type.

thats the reason why i'm drawn to rock music.
its real and the lyrics dont talk about how much bling bling the artist has or how many girls he has fucked up to date.
of course, i'm not putting down ALL rap. just some.
its also just mainly a better sound compared to the likes of pop. you can just imagine how much effort the guitarist slash keyboardist slash bassist put in to produce one song, but you actually know and feel how much it needs and how much it takes if you play the instrument itself.
unlike pop which basically only needs a synthesizer and a voice or a group of pretty boys who have their prettiness to make up for their lack of voice.

so anyway.
i like rock music.
i like black.
i like silver.
i'll determine whether i smile or scowl myself. no thank you very much.

end of story.

2006-02-24T13:59:00.000+08:00

wahahahaha!
I PONNED SCHOOL TODAY!

unlike you LOSERS who still chose to go to school.
LOSER LA.

screw our school.
they seriously know how to cheat us of a good half day off.
our principal got the green light for a half day off from the MOE and guess which day she chose to use the half day permit?
FRIDAY.
omg. sucker lor.
usual days end at 2pm. (usually later if you are upper secondary, like me. ass.)
but FRIDAYS end at 12.45PM.
12.45! which is kind of like a half day already.
and now for today which is supposed to be a half HALF day.
half of half is?
one quart.
so, i calculated last night before i went to bed that i had to wake up sleepy and early at 6.00am just to daydream in school for about less than 4 periods if i'm not wrong.
somemore its chinese period.
forget it man.
i'd rather stay right here at home and gouge myself silly on mtv. (typical.)
at least i caught yellowcard-making the video. (lights and sounds)
HA!
GO THE YELLOWCARD WAY!

LOSERS...

post note: shall blog more later tonight. i gotta go for tuition now. -_-

2006-02-23T20:06:00.000+08:00

ok, you must be wondering now, "what new blogskin?"
ok, i changed back to the original one.
its like, the more you look at it, the uglier it gets.
whatever lor.

anyway.
blogskins are like wine, in a way.
the older it is, the better it gets.
i'm not making much sense here.
never mind.

why am i blogging so much today?
because common tests are officially OVER!
YEAH BABEH! *rips up exam notes*
nothing particularly funny happened during the common test papers. dont know why. guess its because everyone studied really hard (cant really say the same for me) and there was somesort of seriousness among us.
besides, the string of examiners which came in were all the scary ones.
bloody la.
ok, i shall blog about today's tests.
er, chinese ah.
nothing much, just that...
SCREW THE NEW EXAM FORMAT AH.
what the heck are they trying to do to us?!
make all of us fail?!
well, if their goal was to mould every shitass chinese student out there into students who have a vast knowledge of the language without even studying, i would have to say
ITS NOT WORKING.
instead, i think that now i shall have to kiss my goal to at least pass chinese goodbye.
everyone knows that my chinese is probably the worst out there and the sole reason why such an ass-sy student like me has been able to scrape through year after year was because the paper for that language was STUDYABLE.
STUDYABLE as in, there were fill-in-the-blanks and forming-sentences.
and you know how i studied?
i memorised every single word and every single sentence in my handbook!
hell yeah! that was how i managed a pass every paper.
they seriously have gotta set their expectations for us chinese students a little lower.

ok, now on to A maths.
doom.
the first page was relatively easy.
i was quite relieved actually when i was breezing through the first page.
until i flipped the paper over...
for a moment i thought that they accidentally attached a page of some sec 4 worksheet onto my sec 3 paper until i looked around and saw equally stunned faces of my peers while looking through the second page.
(no, the teacher didnt catch me looking around. i looked around, not with the intention to cheat ok.)
anyway, i stumbled my way through the second page and i left the last two questions blank.
yeah, blank.
zlich, nada.
and i thought everything was going swimmingly well as i did the first page.
math teachers can be such SAVAGES and MONSTERS at times.
so, as a result of that, i've lost about 7 marks already.
7 seh.
then i went back to check on the questions on page one.
ok, turned out that i did the first question halfway.
and as i was busy figuring out the way to justify my equation, the examiner sounded out the two words every student hates when they know the rest of the solution to the problem but apparently doesnt have enough time to finish.
"pens down."
i contemplated grabbing my paper and throwing it out the window saying, "you'll never be able to deduct my marks now! mwahahaha!"
but i thought the better of it and decided not to, due to the trouble which will definitely follow.
like, scrubbing every female toilet in the school with nothing but a toothbrush.
(they dont cane girls. they make us toilet slaves.)
screw la.
seriously, i'm "screw till cannot screw liao" (in kwara's words).
SCREW A MATHS!
GAHHH!

aiyah, fatimah sure get full marks hor?
like that stupid TQ we had.
she got 10/10.
me? hehheh. 4/10.
whatever la.
eh hehhehheh...
fatimah sure get full marks la...
right fatimah? haha!

oh yeah, the funny thing about the A maths paper was that, the total mark is 40.
40?
ok weird.

anyway, after the papers, we (royce, kwara, fanglynn and i) gambled our way through literature.
mrs poon never come la.
sweeeeet...
we played dai di using julien's cards and i won the first round!
ROAR!!
and i could have won the second round too if it wasnt for the stupid 2 hearts.
everyone said cannot end with two.

"no la, is cannot end with di but can end with two."
"like real la! you're contradicting yourself lor you blur doot! two IS di!"

what the hell?
i always thought that di was the 2 of spades. at least, that was what i remembered evonne telling me.
kannasai.
victory was so close yet so far.

tip to win at dai di ah?
hahaha~
dont tell you ah.
i not so kind like other stupid people, teach their opponents their strategies.
wahahahaha~!

note of the day: cannot end a game with two. and two IS di.

2006-02-23T19:25:00.000+08:00

ok, this is a new blogskin which i'm thinking of changing to.
time for a new blogskin.

the taoren one was getting old.
(yes, i still like shaman king alot.)

but this blogskin featuring uchiha itachi looks wayyyy darker and cooler.
plus, its alot blacker!
(BLACK is my favourite colour.)

though, somehow i'm still not quite satisfied with this blogskin.
(the ever demanding blogger. sheesh.)
it doesnt have that...
super cool factor.
yeah, its nice, but not enough.
just went to see other blogs. like fanglynn's friend's.
omg, damn nice. with armour theme. but bloody, its taken already.
forget it.

"since you are so picky, why dont you just design one yourself? i'm sure with your fine artistic talent and wide imagination teamed up with a knack for design, you can come up with something which will be the epitome of cool and class and the envy of every other green eyed blogger out there in the vast blogger world," you say.
oh my.
such flatter.
oh no, i cannot...
...
ok, yes i will.
=D

i shall design one myself and ask junying to encode it.
wooo!
if i can first find the time to do it la...

2006-02-23T17:56:00.000+08:00

hehhehheh...
MWAHAHAHAHA!!

i shall blog about what happened yesterday on one air-conditioned service number 15 SBS bus.
hehhehheh...
amirul and rodderick (did i spell correctly?) should know this episode all too well...
i was on number 15 thumbing through my self-bought copy of macbeth when, LO AND BEHOLD! amirul and rodderick (did i still spell it correctly?) came up the bus.
amirul looked kind of shocked to see me.
he plunked himself down on the seat beside me while rodderick (is this correct, yet again?) kept saying that he'll take the back seat.
in the end, amirul managed to persuade him to sit down beside me by saying the magic words, "lets bully jaclyn! you one side i one side!"
er ok...
then he proceeded to pinch the left side of my cheeks...very hard.
GAHH! at least the oil is gone.

ok anyway!
i think the whole thing started up when amirul started telling me that rodderick (i'm asking for the last time, is this correct?) liked alex.
or something like that.
anyway, then rodderick (ok, i swear this is going to be the last time! is this correct?) started staring at me, his eyes wide with disbelief at how such a person-ME, could ever wield such vital infomation. ME, someone whom he had never talked to personally (until the day he sat beside me. just for the record, i've never talked to him before either.), someone whom he passes by along the corridor occasionally. one of the many thousand faces he sees each passing day.
then i asked him whether if it was true and he stared at me with utter disbelief again.
with amirul on my left, joining in, "we can see it in your eyes...dont try to lie..."
then i said that many people knew...
and amirul started to look shocked too.
then i started to list down the people who knew on my fingers...
amirul tried to change the topic.
rodderick prompted me for more.
i listed and listed...
"...fionn knows, vanessa knows, evonne knows, aiyah i think the whole world knows already la. oh yeah! plus the people in this entire bus!"
omg. i thought we must have been the loudest bunch of freaks on that bus.
a bunch of noisy hoodlums spreading the word that rodderick liked alex.
haha.
then i accidentally let slip that evonne was the propagator (is there such a word?) of this little juicy seed of gossip.
holey shit.
and amirul called evonne all the way in san francisco. crazy.
just to confirm that.
die ah.

but i'm guessing that the whole thing was a fake.
haha, dont ask me how i know.
i just go by feeling.
intuition.
an intuition called vanessa poh yun han.
oops.
hahaha!

YES! i DO gossip with vanessa.
doesnt everybody?
yes, even people like me DO enjoy a little gossiping here and there.
but trust me, i've never let slip a single secret which i've promised to keep mum about.
=)
...
why are you staring at me like that?
...
REALLY LA!

i know stuff like who killed julius caesar, who cleopatra REALLY dated, why abraham lincoln wore that top hat of his around everywhere and why beethoven never had a moustache.
mwahahaha.
dont ask me for the gossip.
my lips are sealed. *fades away into darkness silently*

post-note: never mess with jaclyn on bus 15 ah! ROARRR!! =D

2006-02-17T23:20:00.000+08:00

ok, done blogging about today.
now, let me blog about 14th Feb.
ok, yeah whatever. i know that its a really dumb thing to blog about as it is just another day in our insignificant lives.
but heck.

14th Feb.
hell yeah, you should know yourself what day it is.
anyway, dont know if i shouldnt be blogging about this or anything, but if you are really observant you should already be able to see it around school by now.
ryan got nina a pure silver engraved ring.
omg. total shuangness.
yeah, i know its really materialistic you might not think the same way but whatever, its quite cool actually.
if you look past the corny stuff he said when he presented her with it along with a bouquet plus chocolates. hell yeah its cool.
and i seriously admire him for being able to do that.
he also got one for himself.
both engraved.
nina's had the words "ryan loves nina".
and ryan's had the words "nina loves ryan".
he had also managed to disclose the price of the rings to me by covering nina's ears but i shall not be an irritating big mouthed prick and post it out here. but all i can tell you is that its really pricey.
definitely not kids stuff.

received chocolates, sweets and cookies from practically everybody and a heavy sense of guilt laid on my heart with every yummy treat i received.
because i didnt prepare presents. whoops. sorry, but i'm not really one to make a big fuss out of something like valentines' day. -_-
but the gifts were really thoughtful and nice.
like the cookie package from joan, jocelyn and jolene.
notice that all their names start with the letter "J". o...k.
and seriously, their cookies are FABULOUS. i'm so gonna make them my personal bakers.
and the chocolates from vera along with a black cut out paper heart with my name written on it with silver ink.
it said, "TK Band Sec 3 batch." along with some other stuff and then my name.
its quite cool, considering that she did it right under my nose in class on that day and only presented it to me after band. i never knew. haha.

but the best treat package has gotta be the one which came from jun ying.
it was so nicely wrapped up in cellophane paper and neatly tied up with a golden ribbon.
and in it was an assortment of delicious munchables. like chocolate stuffed marshmallow and gummy bears.
my personal favourite being the chocolate stuffed marshmallow. =D
plus some cliche thing written on a pink strip of paper at the bottom of the pack, something about "finding true love". ok, lame.
haha.

plus kiara found some trinkets under her table after chinese lesson.
*nudge*
shall not say anymore lest she beats me to a pulp.

ok, anyway.
the point is.
everybody whos attached got something which serves as somesort of a...er, thing with sentimental value attached to it.
ryan, nina, rings.
kiara, [censored], er, something la ok.
junliang, tina, some intricate drawing by her of his name.
and the list goes on.
even shahidah got a ring.
engraved on some stone material. the ring itself is made out of that stone. felt like rhinestone. not very sure.
(her better half is from another school. TOO.)
ok whatever! the point is that everybody got something while i only got piled on chocolates in hopes of getting fat...one day.
(everybody wants to see me grow fat. ha! not working people!)

so, anyway. i received a call from the bf that night and after many many "subtle" hints (by me), he finally said he didnt get me anything.
*head knocks on table*
omg, so crushed lor actually.
ya la, study but, can at least can bluff say got buy something annot??!!
then at least not so crushing lor.
ok, i sound totally materialistic now.
but come on man! at least a "happy v's day"!
even jiu fen came up to me just to tell me that today!
plus junliang!
and (after lots of pushing and shoving around), wei rong also!

ok, i kind of prided myself on being the least maintanence needed gf for the past dont know how many months la.
but, heyyy.
LEAST maintanence, not NO maintanence leh.
wah liao! to quote vann, "I NO HAPPY LOR."
(yes, it is supposed to be NO and not NOT. supposed to sound childish.)
anyway, i no happy lor.
kao bui. cheapskate sia.

at least i can still count on jun ying for chocolates and joan, jocelyn and jolene for their delicious sugar cookies. plus vera for her handmade hearts.
ok, i'm getting very girly now.

oh yeah, this list is to thank the people who have contributed to the growing amount of fats in my stomach and the happy mood despite my killjoy bf during this v's season.
so, here goes.
a very BIG thank you to:...
-stephanie
-vera
-joan, jocelyn (band) and jolene
-syafiqah
-jannah
-fatimah
-fanglynn
-junliang
-wei rong
-fionn
-jocelyn (guides)
-grace
-su wei
-jiu fen
-evonne (soon)
-sijia (teo)
-vanessa
-wang min
-imma
and last but certainly not least,
-my very very dearest elder sister slash band senior jun ying =]
by any chance i have missed out your name in this extensive and detailed list of mine, you may claim your mystery valentine's day present from me.
blogger note: it will definitely be the most memorable gift you have ever received in your life.

after post note: oh yeah, one more detail. the killjoy bf has already called to say that he'll be getting something for me. but the only nitch is that, he hasnt bought it yet and he doesnt know what to buy. omg. gahhhh!!!
sparko no spark eh? haha.
you can start by giving me a bouquet made out of 143 roses

2006-02-17T21:29:00.000+08:00

ok, i'm back.
from this hell of a mini vacation from the blogging world.
haha.

i have many many funny stories to tell and let me start with today.

today after school, i followed vanessa, fionn and sijia to this chinese lecture on some topic which i dont even understand.
reason being there was no one to do homework with me in the canteen and i wanted to go home with vanessa.
(yeah, homework. whatever, shoot me. i was feeling a little nerdish.)
blogger note: people from chinese AG 1 and 2 are supposed to attend the lecture but interested people or people who simply have nothing better to do may attend the lecture too. i just so happened to be one of them.
another blogger note: oh yeah, i was supposed to have chinese remedial. but i skipped that to......attend the stinking chinese lecture. crap la.

ok anyway.
i was just happily settling myself down into one of the greenish auditorium cinema style seats.
(green? hell yeah, you know...with TK being some clean and green school...)
made fun of wei hao with kiara who (wei hao) just happened to be sitting in the row infront of us.
yeah, chicken backside and all that sec 2 crap started up again.
haha. and kiara relived many many sec 2 wisecracks i managed to come up with during the period of time i sat with her. like the one about timothy's shoes being bombed by some wayward terrorist bomb. haha! seriously, you should have seen the state of his shoes back then.
(she told him about it by the way. what the hell. haha.)
then, a few minutes into the lecture, i managed to embarress myself in front of about close to 100 students. sec 2s and 4s included.
omg. so freaking paiseh.
what did i do this time?

well...
the speaker wanted someone to come up to the mic to give an example of a metaphor in chinese.
and he asked some sec 2 dude to pick someone else as like somesort of "sabo" thing.
and the dude just said "the girl sitting in the row behind me 6 seats to your right."
and surprise surprise, the girl happened to be ME.
YOURS TRULY.
I DIDNT EVEN KNOW THE DUDE.
before that, while everyone was still struggling to count 6 seats down to the speaker's right, i was thinking of who might the unlucky girl be.
and it was until when i noticed sijia's wide grin and "omg! its jaclyn leh!" and everyone's faces turned towards me.
at first my reaction was, "wah! same name as me sia. aiyo, hope they dont mix up the two jaclyns."
then vann started prodding me saying things like "whoa! jac got secret admirer sia!!"
kannasai. ME LEH.
i spun around in my seat in shock and stared at the dude with wide eyes.
then i groped my way out of my seat to the mic positioned conveniently at the side of the staircase.
my mind was blank and my throat felt as dry as a desert.
i spotted siewmin's red suntanned face looking at me and i frantically mouthed a s.o.s to her.
she mumbled back something about a teacher and my as my brain struggled to decipher what she said, my mouth spat out, "teacher is like tigeress."
strike one.

...
after i uttered those immortal words, i have never heard the whole auditorium so silent before.
it lasted for about an eternity until the speaker acknowledged what i said with a hearty chuckle and told everyone to applause for me. omg.
and as i climbed back up to my seat, vann was in a state of utter shock.
"omg, how can you say that in front of so many teachers??!!"
hahaha...-_- i have no idea.
strike two.

then the speaker told me to pick another person to answer another question.
again, my body did the opposite of what my brain thought.
seriously i think that my body is disconnected from my brain.
i pointed to the sec 2 dude who picked me before while my brain was screaming, "pick wei hao! pick wei hao! sabo the little bald dude!"
blogger note: i was supposed to pick another person of the opposite gender.
the speaker then got confused and asked who i was pointing to.
i once again pointed to the sec 2 dude.
(shit la. my body is really disconnected.)
then everyone got confused along with the speaker, and the speaker asked me to call out the person's name.
"that sec 2 guy!"
(confirmed. my entire body is disconnected.)
then a look of confusion spread through the speakers face and he said "i'm sorry, you cant call back the person."
(i really must have made the speaker more confused than he had ever been in his entire life.)
and everybody tittered in their seats.
then i spat out wei haos name.
finally.
omg.
strike three.

i'm out.

The Celebration

2006-01-28T18:09:00.000+08:00

Chinese new year...eve.
and TK had this chinese new year celebration.
the acts were quite crap.
no offence to the performers.
like the first act, it was this band comprising of only sec 4 people, one bass, one electric guitar, drums and the lead singer and they played some song which sounded familiar but i cant remember what title it was.
the lead singer kept striding back and forth, to and fro on stage and in the process drawing loud "stop walking!", "why he keep walking one?!" and "i feel dizzy!"s from the large audience below.
there was also this dance act by TK talentsearch champions, Flavalicious.
sounds like some group comprising of jellybeans for members. anyway, the jellybeans shook, bounced, danced and flipped their "natural" brown heads of hair around with all the energy they could muster. they were quite good, for a bunch of jellybeans.
miss toh also came onstage to belt out some ou de yang song accompanied by some sec 4 dude on the acoustic. she sounded as though she had swallowed far too much helium but the crowd loved her. amazing. Singapore Idol in the making!
plus, some choir guy played the piano alongside a girl playing the flute. the flute sounded ok, at least. really it was.
it wasnt wheezy and the sound was strong and clear halfway through the song "Reflections" by christina aguilera. (apparently, the anus of the flute wasnt at the mike for the first part of the song and the girl had approximately 1440+ people straining to hear her for about 5 minutes.)
but the best acts were by the two MCs, sijia and royce!
they were such naturals! sijia did the chinese part of the dialogue and royce was obviously the englishman around here. i thoroughly enjoyed the times they came onstage better than all the other acts. dont know about the rest of the audience though.

there were many other acts other than those but lets just skip them.

the climax of the day was when they started giving out hongbaos with those kind of cheap cola sweets in them.
then the audience started throwing them around at their unsuspecting friends.
aiyan then suddenly had such a brilliant idea i was surprised why i didnt think of it earlier.
the masterplan went something like this, aiyan caught one of the flying hongbaos and i drew a pretty elaborate map like this...

and after which, fanglynn wrapped it and hurled the thing over our heads before we were caught by the DM (smacking kwara's face in the process).
it was bloody funny.
and for the few minutes after that, we were giggling away like guilty schoolkids.
then i had this brain wave, "wahh shit, wait scully when we come back from cny hols then got one big hole in the assembly plaza!"
and the giggling started all over again.
funny shit.

The Essay

2006-01-25T18:15:00.000+08:00

...As i slowly fell to my knees, hot tears rolled down my cheeks, leaving behind glimmering salty tracks. I stroked her face and brushed the hair out of her eyes, wishing with every ounce of my heart that i could see those beautiful eyes open once again. As a small crowd of people gathered around us, her eyes opened a crack and she gazed at me 'I'm sorry,' she mumbled feebly and with a tiny smile, she breathed her last as her heart stopped beating to the approaching sounds of the ambulance.
she was gone. Just like that, Her beautiful eyes never once opened again after the medics took her away...
i clutched the tattered photograph close to my heart as i thought about the fight, the car crash and her last words. choking back tears, I whispered, 'i'm sorry too...'

Of Girls and Bras

2006-01-25T16:52:00.000+08:00

girls can be so weird sometimes.
just like today in school right before physical education, as we were er, shedding our blouses to reveal our......PE SHIRTS (what were you thinking?), we saw [censored]'s bra.
it was dark green and had some white word on one of the cups.
in block letters.
well, basically all of us girls saw it plus one extra royce (i think) and we then started talking about bra incidents in school.
girls are so weird.
just one unique bra and all the bra stories come gushing out.

like the time [censored] supposedly wore a hot pink one under her paper thin pe shirt and when some pe teacher saw it, she told her that if she was going to show up for pe lesson with that bra again, shes going to make her "braless".
hahahahaa!
bloody funny.
i was laughing hysterically away from the absurdity of it all and at how some girls can be so idiotic.
like, please, if want to show up your undergarment then just might as well come to school topless right? plus, i think its simply degrading and embarressing if your underwear colour is showcased for all who care to see (which is plenty in my school). where is your dignity, woman?! if want to show off underwear, go show off at geylang there. (i'm talking about [censored] here, not [censored] because you cant really see [censored]'s unless you really really observe. yes, i'm pervertic enough to.)
i'm thinking she has grass for brains.
no, i'm not dissing K class people here, because i know of some geniuses who went to that class. geniuses not as in academic genius but aesthetics geniuses. like music and sports.
seriously, i think that being an aesthetic genius is 10 times better than being a genius academically. just like einstein (was it?). everybody thought he was some retarded freak. but he actually turned out to be one of the world's greatest minds. ok wait, nevermind, i dont think einstein was a very good example. ok, how about jay chou? musical genius, yet he flunked every subject in school. (yes, i was one of his fans until i "outgrew" mandarin pop.) even his mother thought he was a retard because he had so few facial expressions. but is he? certainly not.
he composed music like nobody's business and now, hes rolling in cash. even better than lawyers and doctors.
plus, just think, if you had to run 100 km under 10 minutes, is all the knowledge in the world going to save you? (run as in really run physically.) something to think about here.

anyway, i digress.
back to the point.

well, thats a true live specimen of a bimbo in my school.
plus theres the time a male friend leaked out to me about what boys really talk about behind girls' backs. he said that [censored] didnt wear a bra during the sarimbun cohort camp and when she went into the "milo pool", she came out practically naked if it wasnt for her shirt and pants. but her shirt was white, so it actually made no difference.
ok anyway, after exclaiming over [censored]'s bra in class, we did pe and as we were strolling back (we 3F people dont walk back to class, we STROLL.) to class, i dont know why but for some reason we started the topic of bras again and then [censored] (<-another girl) JUST HAD to say that she wanted to wear black today. what the hell.
yeah, sure.
bras are natural. as natural as the grass in [censored]'s head.
but this no matter how natural they are, you dont just go proclaiming to the whole world what colour you had intended to wear. you need a special bra police license for that.
HAHA! KIDDING.

blogger note: actual names have been censored so as to protect the identities of those people who wear coloured bras in school. not like as if you wont know who they are once you see their bras, but so as to keep this blog kid-friendly and the RA rating down...for now.

anyway, today is finally the day of my last test for this week!
woo hoo!! CELEBRATE!
ok wait, more like the last "study-yable" test for this week.
tomorrow is an english test, and how may i ask, do you study for an english test?
(besides reading the dictionary.)
see? you CANT study for an english test. (besides reading the dictionary.)
*pops champagne*
something lame here, you know what 3F has which makes us so unique?
we keep a food roster.
yeah, you read correctly. a food roster. hahaha!
its when everybody takes a turn to bring food to munch on during class. and whose stupid idea was it?
oh me? thank you thank you. i wish.
it was kwara's idea. what the hell.

2006-01-22T18:56:00.000+08:00

i feel so happy!
today is such a gay day!
gay day gay day gay day!
today is the day i went out to lunch with ruth and dicky after church...

no.
that isnt the fun part.
the fun part comes when we paid a visit to good old Yamaha!
wah!!
seriously right, the Yamaha at plaza singapore kicks all the other Yamahas-i've-ever-been-tos' butts.
this Yamaha has all the nice shiny brass and woodwind instruments.
plus a whole section reserved for mouthpieces, instrument maintanence, instrument studies and a whole shiny showcase of the beautiful shiny glimmering instruments.
and i bought a mouthpiece brush from there which made me $6 poorer and the happy cashier behind the cash register with the fake plastic smile $6 richer.
$6...
...
$6...
i forked out $6 for a puny white brush which is apparently already grande size.
$6 for a stupid grande-but-doesnt-look-like-grande-size brush.
Yamaha stuff certainly doesnt come cheap.
just like the spray ruth recommended me to.
(for non-trombonists out there, the spray is used to spray a layer of water over the inner part of our slides immediately after we apply slide cream to dilute whatever tough parts of the cream and further lubricate the slide, giving it a nice feel when playing.)
no, we dont use slide oil.
(when slide oil dries on the inner slide, after a very long time, it becomes little grains of "sand" and scratches the sensitive inner slide, making it worse instead of actually lubricating it.)

anyway.
(oh yes, the spray is $7+ if you are interested to know.)
after i bought my grande-but-doesnt-look-like-grande-size brush, we walked out of Yamaha and went into...
YAMAHA!!
hahahaha.
apparently, the Yamaha there is divided into two big shops.
one (the one we visited first) is Yamaha classical.
the second is Yamaha contemporary.
there, we played around with the super out of tune guitars and tried out the snares, suspended cymbals and drum sticks without having any real intention of buying them.
haha.

something weird though.
why are the bass guitar designs there much much much nicer and cooler than the electric guitars?
usually in a band, the electric guitars stand in front while the bass guitars usually try their best to blend into the scenery next to the drums.
dicky says its because its to make up for their er...how shall i say...
its not really useful because most of the time, people just listen to the electric guitar.
but yet, its really useful because it adds the bass beat to the song.
ok, i cant think of a word now.
but anyway, in my opinion, the electric guitar should have the nicer designs.
ok, whatever, i can just imagine you rolling your eyes away.

i shall make a promise to myself that when i grow up, i will learn how to play the electric guitar and eventually buy one (one with a super cool flame design) complete with amps for myself to er, "jam" *makes air quotation marks using fingers* with the church youths.
jam...stupid word.
sounds like as if the church youths have been coming together to make jam using instruments or something. *snorts* youth lingo. i will never understand it.

its the same with the recent craze over that song played during that chicken little commercial.
that dragon tea din tei hippy song.
stupid name. dragon tea.
its just some hippy song played when an over drugged chicken starts gyrating to its beat.
no doubt its catchy, but give me franz ferdinand or the killers anytime, thank you but no thanks.
its so funny how many people just follow the masses.
"orh, you like then i also must like."
its so bimbotically UNoriginal.
raise your hand and show off your hairy armpits if you type like this often when messaging or if this kind of alien font appears on your "fwenster" or whatever shit flixster profile, "Hi! i'M A BuBbLY AnD HaPpY gAy BiMbO WhO lIkEs KaWaii tHiNgs aNd MoRe KeWL tHinGs. i aLsO FiND tHinGs LiKe ToIlEtRoiLs FaSciNaTiNg..." and whatnot.
stereotype.
at first glance, yes, i do find this sort of font a little cute or "kAWAii" but theres only so much one can take without grabbing my eyeballs and shouting "the font is killing me! the font is killing me!"
but its a trifle disturbing and annoying when you begin to see it everywhere.
like as if some "ALiENs" have descended from the great skies and brainwashed all pink loving handphone obssessed bimbos out there to type like this.
its the same as that mice love big rice song.
once you hear it on tv, you hear it everywhere from handphone ringtones to ipods.
omg. dont waste your ipod bytes la. such a stupid song. go download better songs like "do you want to" or "mr brightside" la. ipod costs about $400+++ right? tsk tsk. waste of money.

yeah, i know everyone has their own likes and dislikes.
and i happen to dislike stereotypical people and songs like that dragon tea song. alot.

2006-01-22T00:13:00.000+08:00

something still really tickles me pink till this very day.
its how jun ying described eugene after she laid eyes on him for the first time during an outing to some TKGS band concert with an exchange programme with Nakamura Gakuen Girls' School.
(for the record, Nakamura was BETTER than TKGS. ha.)
seriously!
Nakamura had all those cool indoor gimmicks and their trombones were pretty loud taking into consideration that they only had THREE TROMBONES as opposed to TKGS who had about ten. they carefully balanced their tubas on their palms and held it high above their heads and the trombone were lifted exactly 180 degrees and their volume was still the same. plus, they could even crescendo till a fearsome volume.
TUBAS leh.
rich tones with superb air support. such was the quality of their finely tuned thick harmonic sound. it was truely the epitome of the immortal "one band one sound" from band flick drumline. classic example.
the soloists were fantastic and they received standing ovations. i almost gave them one myself until i remembered eugene was just beside me and i didnt want to look like some band obsessed geek. -______-

i digress.

jun ying described eugene as a "more macho, grown up, tanner, taller and handsomer version of chin kiat".
(chin kiat used to be MY junior until he was transferred to euphonium section. bloody hell.)
ok, i dont have a picture of chin kiat to show you guys and i dont have a picture of eugene too.
so i cant do that comparing thingy.
but anyway.
vanessa also grudgingly agreed with jun ying.
HA!
and i wonder who was the one who said "i bet that eugene very ugly one."?
HA!

personally, i dont really agree fully with what jun ying said.
because, knowing eugene, hes far from how she described him actually.
macho? er, well, maybe yes. guess so. considering that chin kiat is really puny and has chopsticks for limbs.
grown up? hahaha. *milk shoots out of nose* grown up my foot ah. sometimes, i think that eugene has the personality of a twelve year old in a fourteen year old body. he'll do things like standing on my right and tapping my left shoulder. how grown up. haha.
tanner? almost everybody i know is tan lor. notice i said ALMOST. hahaha, everybody with the exception of gerrell who is ghost white and looks like as if he has neither seen the light of day nor even experienced sun before. haha. kidding. wait, actually, no. HAHAHA!
taller? everybody who is 160cm and above is definitely taller than chin kiat. estimation la. so, its not nescessarily 160+ then taller than chin kiat, maybe 150+ then can liao. =) kidding la.
handsomer? er, well, hmm. thats a very good question. haha. i should maybe say yes but of course, there are times when eugene can look really really retarded. and i have a picture which serves as a very good example but i shall not do him the honour of putting it on my blog.
(is there even such a word as handsomer in the first place?)

ok, that shall be all for tonight.
i should really be going off to sleep now.
but i stayed up to type this thing out about eugene as some form of apology about my attitude towards him just now. (read previous post)
sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry.
if this doesnt work, i'm going to write out 143 "sorry"s on a piece of paper.
haha. erm, i'm kidding about the 143 sorrys but i'm not kidding about the apology. =)

2006-01-21T22:46:00.000+08:00

shit.
so tired.
and i'm kind of being stretched thin by things like homework, band (outdoor season now) and keeping this blog.
seriously, its torturous.
"time management!" you shriek.
what the hell.
shut up.
different people, different er levels of tiredness.
cant think of a word.
kuchinahnah la.
i'm becoming like kwara day by day. kaos.
take now for instance, i have a literature essay about the dramatic significance and suspense on act one scene one of macbeth which is supposedly three pages long, plus physics, A math questions, E math homework to try again, new scores to memorise and an A math test on monday to boot.
not forgetting that my tolerance is already kind of worn out by junying's rants about her un-united section and lazy juniors (with the exception of allan, surprisingly, way to go, allan!) and with me reflecting on my own section, i would have to say that trombones are not really that united too.
plus, i wasnt really satisfied with my performance at band today and generally felt that i could put in more effort. like instead of a 100%, i should have put in a 150% today.
sorry, but the serious side in me surfaces when i'm in band. shouldnt that be the case? band isnt some past time or hobby. its a passion. its a life.
but looking on the bright side, my juniors are really a hardworking bunch and generally we managed to help each other out with stuff like setting up chairs and taking stands and files without the constant urging by siewmin to do it.
my juniors are so loveable. =)
well, thats something to be happy about.
haha. i miss siewmin.
she, unfortunately, has the chickenpox.
what the hell.
and to top things off, eugene has also gotten some sort of illness and couldnt be there to talk to me and let me thrash whatever issues i have about absolutely anything on him.
poor guy.
and of course, what did i, the ever patient and caring friend do?
well, i had that sarcastic tone in my voice when he called to tell me that he was sick and couldnt really talk and i was generally being a bitch about the whole thing.
guilt-ridden now.
thank you conscience, but thats enough guilt for one night.
and as if that wasnt enough guilt piled on me, after that first call, he then called back another time, this time just before he slept.
probably to make sure i wasnt angry with him or something. and, i still had that same bitchy attitude about the whole thing with him.
i said, THANK YOU, CONSCIENCE.
sorry eugene. like i said, my tolerance level was worn thin and i was seriously not in my florence nightingale slash mother theresa mode then.
ok whatever, excuses...
bottomline,
jaclyn = bitch, when she is tired and er, cranky.

not forgetting to mention that now, my legs seem to bear an uncanny resemblance to a plate of baked beans thanks to some really horny sandflies.
a plate of really red and itchy baked beans...

2006-01-16T22:01:00.000+08:00

i promised you guest blogger(s).
and, heres the first one!

introducing- sally the short.

hi!
as all of you can tell, i am short.
period.
ok, you can stop laughing now.

ok, back to me!
me, as in me jaclyn.
anyway, now you know why she is called sally the short.

ok, whatever.
went out that videoworld shop with junliang, vera, kiara and nicholas to stuff our faces with tons and tons and tons of cup noodles.
yippee!
yeah...lifes good...
we ate...and ate...and ate...
and in the end, we made the very happy auntie and uncle $12 richer.
anyway, i stacked up all the empty cups and leftover noodles to make one super tall tower and took a picture of it using junliangs super nice handphone.
haha.
shall upload it when i get it from him. =)
after that, i started fooling around with his camera and took some really lame pictures.
so lame, they are actually good.
and kiara made us delete them just because she thought she looked spastic.
please...nooo.
its...the art of lameness.
and i was the master of it all.
wahahahah!
stupid kiara.
seriously! that picture was really good!
it was just a picture of her head caught in between two chopsticks (i held them) from a distance.
sort of like some camera distance trick i picked up from somewhere.
IT WAS DAMN BLOODY GOOD YOU STUPID WOMAN.
-________-
nobody appreciates the finer things in life.
and with me at the helm of the camera, i instructed her to make that face of hers.
you know...
that face...
like as if shes being squeezed in between two javelins...or chopsticks...
which arent really even touching her...
but it came out more like constipated then being squeezed.
*ponders*
yeah, i think it was that constipated expression which drove her to desperation to snatch it away from junliang when i tried to show him.
(for the record, he DID see it...and so did vera and nicholas. but hey! we are all good friends right? haha.)
yeah...that constipated look really did bug her.
considering that after that whole fiasco, she shot me that look normally reserved for times when i was especially idiotic and a complete prat.
if looks could kill, i would be dead by now.
well, wait. she did shoot daggers at me.
i only have God to thank for her bad aiming.
hahahah!
kidding kiara! =)

and basically, after that, vera and i happily waffled away about band stuff while junliang and kiara appeared to have a particularly serious conversation about something and nicholas flipped through his homework file for the thousandth time.

anyway.
you know that fanglynn used to rear this really fat obese overweight plump badly-in-need-of-TAF-club-training tub of lard of a hamster called hammie?
ok, and NOW you do.
hammie has since passed away a long time ago.
awww~...to the place where there are his favourite fatty sunflower seeds everywhere.
omg, i still remember the times i used to hang out at her house and play with hammie and in the process of doing so, he shit in my bare naked hands.
he. defaecated. in. my. hands.
you...little...obese...yellow...mouse.
back to the point here.
fanglynn has also gotten some good progress award money from the generous government and shes been planning to buy new hamsters and start a hamster empire in her room.
WAHAHAHAHA!
shes so funny.
i almost peed in my pants from laughing at the absurdity of it all.
and to make things funnier a notch, she proceeded to laugh that evil villian laugh.
like shes going to take over the world with her hamster army.
HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!
hoo yeah.
i can just see her, wearing that army helmet commanding her ever ready and willing hamsters to "go forth and conquer the world my little darlings!".
funny shit.
and after that funny episode with her, all memories began flooding back.
like the time she told me she bought a hamster leash over the phone.
ok, i've heard about dog leashes, cat leashes and even leashes for birds, but i've never heard of a leash for hamsters.
ok, wait, i never even thought that someone would be so dumb as to even fork out money for a piece of string which apparently chokes the hamster.
(yes, i've tried it on my hamster and i think i almost killed it. shit. dont tell the spca. shhhh...)

haha.
ok, i've really got to run now.
homework piling up.
noooooo.
shall be coming back in maybe a few days time if i can think of anything even remotely funny to say.
and, i'm aborting the guest blogger idea.
such a dumb idea.
wonder who even thought of it in the first place... ;)

2006-01-10T16:19:00.000+08:00

tests tests tests.
every week sec 3s are having tests.
as opposed to sec 1s and 2s whose only tests are maths topical quizes, the occasional science quiz, english portfolio(are they even counted as tests?) and chinese slash malay and english spelling tests not forgetting exams(which the whole school has).
its like some insane unwritten rule about as one ages in school, the more tests one has to take.
some minister came up with some catchy slogan about less teaching and more learning.
wait, or was it "thinking schools learning nations"?
ah, what the heck.
all i know is that someone came up with something about less teaching and more learning.

oh, so.
less teaching + more learning= more tests?
huh?
i'm making no sense.
nevermind.

nothing funny to say about school.
just that, you still remember the post about TK being an ah long school?
haha.
yeah, that one.

anyway.
its really true.
first day of school, every subject teacher was collecting money for at least one reason.
EVERY teacher.
and something funny(to me lah) came up.

mrs poon: can everyone now put $2.10 on your tables for your TK organiser...
(goodness, she treats us like primary school kids.)
mrs poon: ...and ryan will go around to collect them.
ok, fast forward to the funny part.
when we were finally given our TK organisers...

royce: i paid two dollars and ten cents for a WHITE book.

haha.
it was pretty funny to me at that time.
it was the way he stressed the words "dollars", "cents" and "white".
anyway, exactly who came up with the design for the organiser?
seriously, that person should pay for our organisers instead.
ITS REALLY WHITE.
no colour whatsoever except for a little hint of green.
and the inside?
green and white. what else?
haha.
reminds me of some prison logbook.
a GREEN and white prison, that is.

something lame i just remembered.
jaclyn: you know how to remember my birthday? 23rd May right? 2+3=5 and may is the fifth month!
joanne: lame la. *thinks*
joanne: then you know what? i'm 14 going onto 15 on the 16th of august!
haha. good one.

thinking about how to make this blog more interesting and not just about me.
well, *chuckles*
yesss, its already VERY interesting...
ah ha ha ha.
*waves to adoring fans*
ah ha ha ha...~

ok anyway.
i've got this crazy idea about introducing guest bloggers to my blog to liven it up a little.
i'm not going to tell you guys who the guest bloggers are.
they are just anonymous.
ok?
why am i doing this you ask?
basically, remember what i said about tests?
well, yeah, i figured that i'd be too busy to keep this blog by myself and so i'm going to let people guest blog for me.
great idea huh?
thank you thank you.
i can receive my blog-bel prize(nobel prize) anytime.

ah ha ha ha...~

2006-01-03T23:18:00.000+08:00

sometimes, i think that eugene and i are worlds apart in terms of handphone technology.
no wait, more like CENTURIES apart.
take this for example.

me: eh, what you doing now?
eugene: viewing your blog from my phone.
me: wahh! can liddat one ah?! omg! so cool!!

see? so suaku right?

just like the other time i displayed the suaku side of me yet once again.

i was using his handphone camera to take a picture of elizabeth and i for memory purposes.
MEMORY PURPOSES.
so dont go around thinking i'm some camera whore.
ok, anyway.
his phone is one of those super expensive models which only insanely rich people are able to afford.
such luxury.
(sob sob.)
you know...those phones with two cameras, one at the back and one at the front?
ok set anyway.
i used the front camera to take our picture.

me: eeeee. how come so blur one? my phototaking skills very good ok...
eliz: yuck! i look so horrible! delete! delete!
ruth: please la, you used the front camera lor.
me: front back, still cameras right.
eliz: yuck! jac! delete!
eugene: aiyah, front one normally used for video conferencing. thats why the quality poor.
ruth: i thought everybody knew that.
me: no wonder why we look like ju-on cast members like that.
eliz: eeee! delete delete!

see what i mean...

anyway, surprisingly, eugene has also become quite literaturish nowadays.
sprouting quotes here and there.
here's one from him.

"anybody can catch your eye, but it takes someone special to catch your heart."

quite true. haha.

2006-01-03T22:07:00.000+08:00

3rd January...
the first day of everything.
school.
torture.
homework.
interaction with friends.
having to tolerate all the potential shitwits in new classes.
remedial classes.
chemistry with mr tan!
the reign of a new class committee.
A maths with miss wang!
literature with mrs poon.

ahhhh...

the first moment i stepped into 3F was already an indication of how the whole day and possibly the whole of sec 3 will go...
"jaclynjaclynjaclynjaclynjaclynjaclyn!!!"
that came from kwara.
"jaclyn?! HI!! *shrieks*"
nina and kiara.
"we are in 3F!!!!! *shrieks*"
vera...
"yay!! my little alien duck is going to be with me!!!!! *shrieks*"
kwara again.
seems like theres going to be alot of shrieking involved with sec 3.
of course, not one to lose her cool and collected exterior, i strolled into 3F and...
"aiyanaiyanaiyanaiyanaiyanaiyan!!"

o...k.

after having done away with the formalities and what not, i stepped back out of class and strolled towards 3B to look for vanessa.
i met amirul on the way.
and for the rest of the time after that, we walked to and fro the two blocks waiting for VANESSA.
(sheesh, why are people always waiting for her?? haha.)
one thing hit me as soon as i saw him.
so tall...
really!!
i have never ever thought for once in my entire life that i would one day look at amirul and the word "tall" would pop into my mind.
omg. now then i realised it.
the guys look so much more different after holidays and wearing long pants.
wei rong looked like a basketball scoring board pole.
(wait, he always look like that.)
ian looked like he had eaten wayyy to many long beans.
junliang looked like as if he was my height or taller.
edward looked really grown up and matured but sadly, his intellect and mindset still hasnt matched up to his exterior.
jonathan and wanyi are actually taller than me now.
ok, basically, all the guys are taller now, apparently.
or issit because i'm shrinking?

ok, now about my new class.
one word. BORING.
i really missed 2F then.
it was really damn bloody boring, so boring, i would happily stick a fork into my eye just for entertainment.
despite kwara's brain numbing chatter throughout the whole day, i still felt bored and just simply yearning for at least abit of action.
3F lacked the magic 2F had.
just ask any 2F-ian, at any given time of the day, you will always find the whole class laughing at ian's wisecracks or edward's antics.
there was never a boring moment in 2F, even on the most mundane of days.
and every 2F-ian knows, when the teacher is out of the room...
thats when the real fun starts.
but today when our teacher stepped out of the class for a while, i immediately sat up straight, bracing myself for some real fun and action.
but, nada, zilch, zero.
huh?!!
not even when the teacher is out??!!
but of course, there are some funny moments in class.
like when mrs poon asked us what class rules we wanted and i immediately said "slacking is approved!"
and some people laughed. SOME.
whats the matter with those shitwits?!
cant they even get the stupid joke?!
come on man, LAUGH!

gahhh.
saw some people who i am not particularly fond of too.
like that act cool not cool prat we saw playing bass guitar when some band during TK Talentsearch.
it was at that very moment i decided that i will never really like her.
act cool not cool one.
shes probably some bitch and attention whore to boot.

do not judge a book by its cover.

yeah whatever.
that saying doesnt make any sense to me.
when you go to the bookstore, not planning to buy anything, but suddenly, this book's cover caught your eye and you pick it up, flip through it, read a few pages and then buy it.
what led you to buying the book?
what made you take notice of the book?
the cover.
interesting books have interesting covers.
well, most of them do.
but whatever, we are talking about the majority here.

anyway, i found out that (to use the witches way of speaking in riddles, yes, macbeth.) i'm at the top, yet at the bottom for my language classes.
and when i say bottom, i really mean bottom. like rock bottom.
haha.
at the top, yet at the bottom.
let me explain.
i found out that for english, i have been directed into the top AG class.
AG 1, yeah baby!
(for those not in TK, AG means ability group)
but for chinese, i'm in the bottom AG class.
AG 6.
hahaha! what the heck.
at the top, yet at the bottom.
get it?
haha!
something tells me that i'm going to love doing macbeth.

2006-01-02T23:37:00.000+08:00

ok.
somehow i have a really bad feeling about my last post.
ok, so in case joanne harbours any ill feelings towards me or is plotting to kill me after she reads the post, let me just put a disclaimer first.

ok. first things first.
WAIT!! before you start calling a triad gang to kidnap me after which they will drive me to some ulu place and kill me, just think about it, wouldnt you do the same thing for a friend?
ok la, if you call yourself a good friend la.
ahh~ think about it.
so its just normal that i would bang out such a post.
plus wouldnt you be more vulgur and whatever?
ha. think about it.
i mean, seriously, if you really are a good friend.

ok?
yay. smiles all around.
yay yay whatever.
cant really be borthered anymore.
i'm just putting a disclaimer to save my life.
but as for those people who flame you on my board...
you can go kill them la. because they no disclaimer.
so start typing out your disclaimer, eugene giam.
and dont expect me to cook up one for you, like the way joanne did your chinese homework for you.
sheesh. *shakes head*
oh well, at least you forked out almost 10 bucks for two plops of ice cream for us.
10 bucks for two plops of ice cream lehhh...
not bad already actually.
you should have treated us to two tubs lor. taking into consideration that it was CHINESE homework. the hardest subject to get a good grade in.
(actually i did nothing to deserve the ice cream but heck.)
...
oh yeah! i waded through ankle deep water on my way to the stupid mrt to meet you guys because YOU WERE BORED. somemore in my converse shoes...
ok, so yes, i do deserve the ice cream. haha.

ok, after talking so much about ice cream, this is the end of my disclaimer.
and, no ill feelings yeah?
*makes miniature joanne doll nod her head*
(dont ask me why i have a miniature doll of her)
k good.
phew.
at least i can safely guarantee that i wont be kidnapped.

2006-01-02T22:48:00.000+08:00

oh man.
if theres one thing i cant stand, its people making unfair comments on their blogs about situations they dont even know the fully about, inside out.
i'm going to flame someone here now.
stand back.
i'm also not afraid to type out her name plus excerpts from her blog to back up what i am about to say.
totally unfair.
so now, i shal dissect her entire blog entry and throw in my two cents worth of what i think about the whole thing.

1. "yesterday we sent off lizzy at jane and benson's house. like a farewell party sorta thing.some of us have seen how dicks suddenly became stuck to lizzy over the past week and personally i find it somewhat wrong. i mean, if u like someone, from the start you would start chasing her."

excuse me. he already DID chase her right from the beginning her and by the looks of it, he has succeeded.
and whats so wrong about being stuck to her for the past week?
leaving is hard for her, but it will be harder if she doesnt have the support of the people closest to her(which doesnt include you, keep that in mind) and thats what dicky has been doing.
following through her last few days with us with her.
EVERY STEP OF THE WAY.

2. "and if any obstacles come in the way, you would still pluck up the courage and continue your pursuit. you do not only suddenly start getting close to her when you find out that she's leaving.. cause if you do, it says sth is wrong about your timing[why didnt you have the courage to chase her when she's not leaving yet?] and by getting close to her, no doubt you wish to spend your last moments with her but by doing so, leaving will be even harder for her right?"

what if the obstacle happens to be her parents?
the very source of her existence.
obviously, YOU dont know how being in their shoes feel like. YOU dont know the difficulties he faced. YOU dont know what he has been through. YOU dont know how bad it was for him.
so in short, YOU arent worth to make such unfair comments about the whole thing.
dicky has balls ok? (means courage la. dont think dirty.)
he has the courage to woo her.
working around every obstacle thrown at him.
he has the courage to possibly give up whatever was left of him and his dignity to stick with her during her last few days with us.
but what if you were him?
i bet my ass you would just give up and sob over the whole thing, doing nothing about it and showing off to the world how many buckets of tears you can produce.
but, no. dicky still continued to go after her in private using different tricks and pulling on the strings of his relations and apparently including close friends of eliz(which doesnt include you yet again).

3. "and its not like ya'll are damn close to her lo. the ppl closer to her arent even crying. [oh please]"

hey! when you love someone, you'll feel like as though theres a special connection between both of you. an unexplainable bond. if you dont have that, obviously its just infatuation.
and of course, hes a really matured guy and he knows what hes doing.
so by right, hes actually MUCH MUCH closer to her than i am.
one more thing, I didnt cry then because i believe that crying then doesnt tantamount to bringing her back and no matter how much you cry, shes still leaving. "isnt she your best friend? arent you sad?" i hear you shriek. i answer yes to both questions. notice that i said i didnt cry THEN. i'll leave the rest to you to figure out.

to see full, click here.

sorry la.
i dont mean to be a bitch about the whole thing.
but i feel that its really unfair to say that of him especially when he has already tried so hard.
and of course which self respecting friend would just sit back and watch such a good friend like dicky get ripped to shreds on someone elses blog and not do anything about it?
certainly not me.
so, call me a bitch slash bimbo-who-doesnt-know-what-shes-yapping-about slash asshole slash wanker slash prat slash forker slash airhead for all i care.
because coming from your mouth, those words are worthless.
and if you wanna clarify yourself or flame me, do it to my face.
that way, at least i'll still have that little bit of respect for you, miss joanne gay.

2006-01-02T19:24:00.000+08:00

ok.
the new year has officially been ushered in.
(whos the dumb ass who let it in...)
damn.
i'm ageing.
noooo...
pretty soon, i wont be able to do backflips from the kitchen table.
oh wait...i cant even do that in the first place.
what the heck.
as a flood of "HaPpY nEw YeAr N HoPE ALL Ur DrEaMX CoME TrUe!!! >.<"s came pouring in at the stroke of midnight on december 31,
(cant those people ever type and spell properly?! my poor eyes...)
i was suddenly hit by the realization that i was no longer the happy frolicky young sec 2 i was.
i am now a happy frolicky young sec 3.
whats the difference? you dumbly ask.
well, let me enlighten you.
the sec 3 status comes with many many responsibilities and what not.
like one notch higher as a senior in band...
more tests...
preparation for O's...
the pressure to perform well in band so that i'll be guranteed a place in outdoor competition and not watch my position on the field be given away to some other nose-picking slash bitchy junior...
(to be fair and not be faced by an angry mob of band juniors when i get back, let me just say that not all juniors are nose-picky and bitchy. only some are, the rest of them are psychos. ok?)
i could go on and on.

"ok whatever" i hear you shriek.
fine fine...

my 10 resolutions for the new year!

1. pass maths and not give my maths teachers anymore grief.
i think i made mrs khairul and mdm goo donate pints and pints of blood to the blood bank last year.

2. curb my addiction to manga.
i'm going broke because of them. haha. what can i say? theres still the kid in me.
oh wait, I AM still a kid.

3. get a place on the band committee. preferbly liberian.
oooh~ all the lovely scores...and the cca points i can get my hands on...
see. got motive one.

4. remember jaclyn, manga bad. manga make jaclyn go broke.

5. dont tell anybody from band that my birthdate is 23rd may.
at the risk of getting bombed in my school uniform again...

6. stop singing in class.
"on holidaaayyyyyy...! HEY!"

7. control my thoughts about potential bitchy bastards slash bitches i may meet.
chee.........ken mcnugget.

8. top the class for literature.
just literature...just literature...
nothing else is more important than that to me.

9. act more lady-like and be less violent.
dont laugh. i CAN be lady-like and gentle ok.
dont laugh la! i punch your balls then you know...

10. make sure next year i dont make anymore pointless lists of new year resolutions.
'cause everyone here knows i'll never keep them.

haha!
happy new year people!
ICHIBAN!

2006-01-01T17:17:00.000+08:00

HEY!
ELIZABETH IS MY BEST FRIEND.
REMEMBER THAT FOR LIFE.

2005-12-31T16:34:00.000+08:00

sorry if the posts for these few days are not funny or humorous at all.
in fact, they may be completely boring and sad.
well, if i cant make myself laugh, how can you expect me to make other people laugh?
ok whatever.
now to the point.

yesterday was eugene's birthday.
(happy birthday dude. =])
it was the happiest (maybe) day for him, but the saddest day for a lone little bird known as elizabeth and for her closest friends in church- a little dicky bird named dicky and a duck.
the birthday slash farewell party at janes house was a weird affair.
quite a contrast.
the celebration of ones coming into this world and ones leaving of the church.
coming and leaving.
shall not divulge too much about the celebration of birthdays here.
but i shall take this chance to say that MR EUGENE GIAM has already so far celebrated his birthday THREE TIMES.
all with cake topped with frostings and the works.
one in Israel, one with his family and one in janes house.
(i shall also take this chance to say that the cake in Israel had sparklers for candles and it weighed about 30 kg and was a triple layered cake which cost about 50 US.)
well, the time when pastor bought a cake for cell group to celebrate, forgetting that the birthday boy himself has some boys brigade camp doesnt count.
and the birthday boys most expensive(maybe) present was a blue themed crumpler bag.
given to him by yours truly.
yes yes, you are all jealous.
haha.
now wipe that saliva off your mouth and lets continue.

the best moment of the day was when everybody crowded around to bless elizabeth and the cell group showered her with gifts and hugs.
(handshakes for the guys)
before janes house thingy, the teens cell group met at simei mrt station first.
and it was that time when i pulled out a poem which i had penned the night before and gave it to elizabeth.
the amazement and shock on her face filled me with a growing sense acheivement as she let the beautiful words wash around her, thanking me with every ounce of gratefulness in her heart.
it was truly the kodak moment of the day.

oh yeah, heres the poem i penned for her.
i call it, For Elizabeth.

I wait to say good bye with bated breath
With a heavy heart I stand with the rest
With tear streaked cheeks, I hold you tight
Never wanting to let you take flight

Every night I'll pray to God
"Please let her come back, she's the only one I've got."
I know He listens, I know He cares
To wait patiently I must which I don't dare

Your little little birdy face
Never fails to quicken my heart's pace
The way you laugh, the way you smile
The times I'd spent with you all worth the while

As I think about those times
Silently I pen, this poem which rhymes
You are truly one of a kind
Nowhere is there another, not even for a dime

The friend whom I can depend on
Whom I can laugh with till dawn
The friend who loves to pull my pants
Right down to the little ants

The friend with the right words to say
Something for which no amount of money can pay
The friend which evolved
From a little bird to a chio bird, she evolved

The friend who's my walking diary
The best friend with no need for lying
The friend who is the best
Which friendship put to every test

The bird
The weird
The wonderful
The beautiful

The chirpy
The happy
The best friend
The end

and at the side of the poem, i wrote in what was probably my best handwriting, "you are one of the people who i thank God everyday for bringing into my life. the friend i can trust. thank you."
and with a stroke of the pen, i signed my name at the bottom of the masterpiece.
and as elizabeth's eyes became glassy and with every word she read silently, i bathed in the quiet overwhelming sense of satisfaction and the glow of admiration that came from a friend who was truly touched by what i can do for her.
no manufactured things.
no frills.
just a simple poem in which i have expressed all my feelings and conveyed all the things i wanted to say but never dared to.
a simple poem which said all things which are complex.
a simple self penned poem for my best friend.
the end.

2005-12-26T22:41:00.000+08:00

shit.
i just feel like wiring up a big loudhailer to the worlds sound system and calling everyone a bunch of bloody wankers.
guess its probably because of the few people who feel that its their mission in life to know every single detail in everyones lives.
especially mine.
and its getting bloody irritating.

2005-12-26T22:28:00.000+08:00

do you mind if i dont post about the whole israel shebang?
ok good.
because its my blog.

so anyway.

oh yeah, merry christmas.

some christmas.
elizabeth left the church just yesterday.
my best friend. leaving.
leaving behind the guy who loves her very dearly and the wanky ass whos her best friend.
shall not divulge in here the reason she is leaving.
my confidante, my partner.

i hear you saying "at least she aint leaving the country."
yeah, valid point there.
but i only get to see her in church.
elizabeth-chung cheng main
me?
tanjong katong
church will never be the same without her.

so, go have yourselves a very merry christmas
while i sit right here with dicky lost and cold without the bird we so love.
some christmas indeed.

2005-12-21T21:20:00.000+08:00

back.
all the way from israel.
ha.
its. freezing. there.
serious.
and it got worse in istanbul.
seriously, i think my pee froze in the hotel room.
thats how cold it was.
i shall blog about israel in some other post, because all of my pictures are with lina.
=)
yeah, my dumb camera bailed on me at the last second in changi airport.
shit canon powershots.
so anyway, expect no funny shots about what happened in the hotel rooms.
sorry.

anyway.
as i've said, i shall blog about israel when i get my pictures from lina.
so, you folks have to wait till then to read about what funny shit i can come up from the trip.

oh yeah.
i've also been giving alot of thought to this post.
and i've decided to call it, "lessons from god brothers".
ahh~
sounds like a winner to me.
anyway, moving along.
god brothers are great to have. =]
wouldnt you agree, melvin?
they really help you with lots of stuff.
stuff like certain complexes i apparently have.
yeah.
and if you are lucky, they also can have great sense of humours.

melvin: you know why i rock?
me: since when you rock?
melvin: since i rocked my chair!

or something along the lines of that.
but still, its pretty close to what he really said (the rocking chair part was accurate).
lame shit.
having god brothers also gurantee you more presents for this upcoming christmas.
*grins*

...
melvin: i'm getting you a pick for xmas.
me: oh yeah, the damn ex one.
melvin: i feel so cheapskate.

melvin rocks!
hoo yeah!
haha.
oh yeah, having god brothers also gives you the brother you never had.
i still remember the time i was a wee little kid of 7.

me: can i get a brother?
mum: no, your sister and you are already more than i can handle.
me: ok, can i get an older brother?
mum: isnt that the same?
me: no, this time its an OLDER brother.

dipsticks.
er, o...k.
my lame personality dates back even to the time when i was a wee kid.
ok, anyway.
this big hoo-ha god brother post is basically to thank melvin for always being there for me...and for his present.
(the guitar pick had really better be damn ex and have a super cool design.)
thank you! *grins*

2005-12-07T13:19:00.000+08:00

4 days have passed since evonnes departure.
and, i've recovered quite abit from the trauma and shock thanks to encouraging friends and seniors. =)
but one thing really bugged me.
she tried to call me on monday(i think) and i was out!!
omg!
she tried to call and i was out!!
*bangs head against wall*
i was so angry with myself. -_-
what kind of bloody friend am i anyway?
that must be one question you are yelling now.
whats so important that you have to miss an overseas call from one of your closest friends?!!
erm, well...
hmm...
i was out to joannes house asking for her guidance on strumming holiday.
GAHHH!!
and i couldnt bloody call her back because i wasnt sure if my parents would allow me to.
they call this kind of thing frivolous spending.
omg, NOOO!
well, what would they know how it feels like when one of my closest friends suddenly migrated to some country filled with racist shit?
damn.

anyway.
i'm going to israel today.
and i wont be blogging for the next 10 days.
haha.
see you suckers!
hoo yeah!

2005-12-05T00:42:00.000+08:00

broken inside.
crushed. torn.
the departure of a loved one.
evonne.

the reason why i am typing this two days after the whole incident was because, frankly, i couldnt find the words to do it and i couldnt believe that the dreaded day had to arrive so fast.
but now, i'm here to tell my version of what had happened.

it was one heck of an emotional rollarcoaster at changi airport on saturday.
met amirul, vanessa, junliang, fionn and zairil at changy airport mrt and we trooped down to terminal one to meet up with nicholas, vera and evonne.
at first, we were still able to laugh and joke.
especially me.
haha.
slid around the polished tile floors in my court shoes pulled by amirul and just crapped around.
the beginning of the torture was when evonne went to check in with her dad.
all of us were standing about a few feet from them and after a few minutes, we started to cry one by one.
i guess, its because none of us could hold it in any longer.
the sight of her checking in her baggage confirmed our worst nightmares and we just broke down.
as the hot tears cascaded down my cheeks, i looked around and saw vanessa, fionn, vera and amirul sobbing quietly too.
when evonne returned, all of us hugged her tightly as if we never wanted to let her go.
took some last pictures and soon we were our own selves again.
laughed, joked, talked, snapped pictures and nicholas showed us the farewell video.
it was quite funny actually.
it had pictures i took of evonne looking at a map sideways at pulau ubin and the pictures from the last day of school. and messages from almost all of us to her.
very touching.
but the kodak moment of the day was when amirul hugged evonne.
the way he held her, the way he looked at her and the way his eyes were brimming with tears.
it was all so beautiful and perfect.
the literature person in me rose and i started to tear again.
it was so, so beautiful. unspoken love.
i could tell that amirul really loved evonne and vice versa. all of us could.
when it was time for her to enter the departure gates, all of us rushed to press our faces against the glass wall and we struggled to fog up the entire wall to write out "EVONNE".
haha! sadly, it didnt work. we only got as far to the "O".
at the glass wall, i turned to look at amirul and saw him mouth the words "i love you".
evonne replied and when she saw all of us sobbing quietly, her face crumpled up and she started the waterworks again.
after she walked through the counters, she turned back and with one last longing glance, she walked out of the country and physically out of our lives.
as we sat in the mrt, shrouded in silence, amirul pulled out a letter she had written to him long ago and read it again.
of course, being the nice friend i was, i turned my head the other way to let him read it in peace. he then passed me the letter and told me to read it, taking care not to accidentally tear any part of it(it was very wet), i read it quietly and wept.
yet again, it was so beautiful and sad. while amirul buried his head in his hands and sobbed with his shoulders heaving, i gently folded it up and held it for a moment while i laid my hand on his right shoulder.
i couldnt do anything but just be there for him and let him be.
all of us sat in the mrt silently, i wasnt sure of what the others were thinking but i was thinking back of the times evonne shared with us-fionn, vann and i. i'm really thankful i was able to really get to know such a wonderful person like her.
i remember once i told her that i used to think she was a bitch but when she started hanging out with us, i finally got to know her better and even though she was a trifle irritating sometimes, i accepted her for who she was and focused on her good points.
that was why for the first few weeks when she started hanging out with us, i was cold and totally didnt want to have anything to do with her, until she touched my heart and melted the cold hard exterior revealing the fact that i actually have lots of things in common with her.
thank you, Jesus for giving me the chance to really know her and bond with her.
i also remember the movies we used to rent and watch at her house while eating cup noodles.
in the dark, our handphones beside us receiving messages every few seconds, with the air con on and windows shut tightly.
the time she and junliang taught me wonderwall on the guitar.
the times she introduced me to new songs like holiday, wonderwall, boulevard of broken songs and radical dreamers. and she brought such a wonderful friend like amirul into my life.
the time, she helped me sort out my feelings.
i thank her for being there for me and i'm sure [censored] thanks her too.
the rubbing of salt into my wounds when i couldnt hit a single ball during softball (thankfully, mr singh has corrected that problem and now, i'm hitting flyballs and scoring homeruns for every single pitch. ha! i just wasnt standing square. HA! and i field well when positioned at home base. hmmm.)
anyway.
the gossiping at night, the laughs we shared, the songs we sang together, the memories we had.
everything ended perfectly.
thank you, evonne, for all the wonderful memories.
time will pass but the memories will never fade away. =]

2005-12-02T23:30:00.000+08:00

just came back from a barbeque
(yes, yet another one. haha)
at fionns place.
the usual gang was there and we talked, laughed, ate and...buffed our nails.
ok, this may sound weird.
JACLYN BUFFING HER NAILS?!
ok, not really, amirul did it for me.
and he also did it for wei rong.
pfft! whatever la. (my nails are shinier, tay wei rong!)
quite crap.
and i helped junliang buff his nails too. haha! hes a converted metrosexual now!
stared at zairils three stitches and played dai di.
blah blah blah, now lets fast forward to the best part.
vanessa baked a cake for evonne!
and it was delicious! (albeit the fact that it was a little hard)
and when evonne saw the cake, she nearly cried and i was really touched by what vanessa did.
because, if you know vanessa, you will never in a million years thought she could actually bake, let alone bake for friends and face food poisoning charges.
(she claimed that she just followed the home econs recipe. sure annot?)
it was really delicious anyway.
TRIPLE layered with white icing and chocolate rice spelling out "2F loves evonne".
although the icing application was smudgy, it was really fantastic.
wish i had a picture of it.
really a kodak moment.

and as we were walking out of the condo place, amiruls eyes were watery and i guessed he was crying a little.
then, realization hit me.
as i was walking to the mrt station with vanessa, i imagined evonne walking through the departure gates, out of the country, out of my life.
and i wanted to break down.
but i can only imagine what amirul is going through.
his has got to be hell on earth. imagine your loved one being snatched away, forced to be practically worlds apart by cruel fate.
and all one can do is just to comfort him.
sad indeed.
but of course i also have my share of memories with evonne.
like the time we skipped out on the maths bridging course together to sleep in.
the time i spent a week at her house.
the time she taught me how to rollerblade.
the nights we spent gossiping and playing dai di.
the night she helped me with erm, some problems.
the night we ordered in mcdonalds for the first time.
the night we almost killed ourselves by accidentally leaving the gas tap on. (that was funny.)
the times she would let my secrets out accidentally.
the time she taught me how to play wonderwall on the guitar.
the time she got me hooked on holiday by greenday.
the time i composed a 22 stanza poem just for her.
i will always remember them all.
and i'll remember them fondly.
(except for the letting out secrets accidentally times.)

and i know that i will always miss her.
and i'll always wear the friendship band that fionn made for us.
fionn-blue
vanessa-purple
evonne-green
mine-red
that is the symbol of all the times we shared and the bond which was once and maybe forever.

2005-11-29T00:08:00.000+08:00

pals like wang min, nuraini and vanessa are hard to come by. =)
they seriously never fail to make my toes laugh and bring out my wacky and dramatic side.
i have to credit them for that.
haha!
wang min is the paranoid, crappy, lame tigeress with a wonky laugh.
with her trademark long swishy ponytail,
(actually, it really shouldnt be called a PONYtail but more like TIGERtail. HAHAHA!)
she strikes fear in the hearts of study competitors around her.
especially mine...
(damn her! i bet her literature marks kicked my literature mark's butt)
she gets practically all A1s for her sec 1 and 2 years and she considers anything lower than an A2 a fail.
omg.
where did this woman come from?!
shes a teachers dream.
(as if that isnt enough, shes in 3A.)
shes also the epitome of paranoia and shes really...scary...
ok, or maybe it was just because i became more gunniang when i entered the threshold of secondary school.
scary...
for proof, this was what really happened.
i witnessed it with my very own eyes!
vanessa and nuraini were sitting behind her and i was beside vanessa.
(picture it in your head and try not to strain your brain)
vanessa, being the boh liao one, poked wang mins side.
wang min turned slightly in the direction from where the sudden attack came from, and as if having second thoughts, without any warning whatsoever, she whipped around in a flash and whacked the dreaming nuraini on the thighs with a war cry, "ROAR!".
she claimed it was "STOP IT LA!"
riiight..
i heard "ROAR!" distinctly, ok.
HAW HAW HAW! so funny!
and i began giggling like a guilty schoolkid from then on.
and of course, i coined the term tigeress as reference to her.
HAHAHA!
kick ass funny.

nurainis the one whos always in a perpetual dream and she floats around.
haha!
shes also known to come up with incredibly unbelievable excuses for not coming to band.
excuses like, "my house there raining."
riiight, your house there only ah?
HAHAHA!
also, "because in the morning i cant walk straight."
HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!
and she can get filled with countless comments about something.
just about anything if you catch her in a good mood.
haha.

nows, vanessa's turn.
hahaha! omg.
just thinking about what to write for her makes my skin twitch.
vanessa is...lame, weird, funny, clever and chio.
even though she claims she isnt chio.
riiiight.
she has done so many funny deeds that i dont even know where to start recounting them!
she constantly likes to remark on my innate immaturishness.
like today after band when we trooped to shell to get some chow.
i bought this yanyan biscuit snack.
($1.15...so ex. *sob sob*)
(you know the one which you dip a biscuit stick into strawberry cream?)
anyway.
just when i eagerly tore off the wrapper and poked the first stick dripping with strawberry cream into my mouth,
the look of pure bliss and sheer happiness flashed across my tanned face and...
vanessa: jac look like some three year old kid lor! eat biscuit also so happy.
hmph. excuuuuuse me.
(shall post more about the biscuit next post because theres an incident linked to it)
oh yeah, sock huay kept staring at me too.
but of course, just like what evonne commented about me last time, i'm completely oblivious to stares.
haha!
vanessa is another smart ass.
(get this, 3B!!)
i'm so close to such kick ass smart freaks but my marks still get their asses kicked.
cruel irony.
vanessa also likes to crack lame jokes and shes one big tv head.
i think shes mediacorps and channel Us best customer.
she watches every show thats ever made and aired and she can spend the whole day in front of the tv slowly working her way towards blindness.

haha. like i said.
i love my friends.

2005-11-28T22:39:00.000+08:00

yes, i got into combined science...
with A maths!
hoo yeah!
*victory dance*
shut up, wanyi.
i know i failed maths.

anyway.
in her mad quest to get me to pass maths for once,
ruth very kindly gave me all her sec 3 math assessment books and old textbooks.
very...heavy.
i'm practically staggering under the enormous weight of her books.
and everyone knows i used to hold the queen bass trombone.
hoo yeah!
thats one heck of a bass trombone.
with brilliant rich tones and smooth slide with an intricate and beautifully designed exterior to boot.
i almost died with happiness when i held it again just recently.
ok, all you music know-nots out there can wake up now.
ok, after i managed to stagger down the winding stairs of her house into her living room, she gave me an impromptu maths lesson right there and then.

ruth: *flips through maths textbook* you know what? if i go jc, for the first three months i can give you free tuition. you want?
jac: ok! set ah.
ruth: yeah, ok. i test you first hor. a+b square equals to?
jac: *tinge of uneasiness* er, a square+two ab+b square.
ruth: good...how about a-b square?
jac: *getting flustered* er, a square+two ab-b square.
ruth: ok...whats a square-b square?
jac: *sweats* er...a square+two ab+b square?
ruth: wrong! *rolls up assessment book and whacks my head with it*

GAHHHH!!!
deliver me!
*prince of egypt trumpet solo plays*
shall take a picture of the books when my camera is back to its normal self.
someone crapped up the aperture and exposure settings.
grrr...

2005-11-27T00:21:00.000+08:00

the day.
has come.
for me.
to announce.
my posting...
and i got into.........

drumroll please!

*drumroll*

...

...

...

...

3F!!!
woo hoo! my first choice actually.
yeah whatever, its not double science or whatever big-shot-science-stream-snot-nosed-wankers-work-their-asses-off-for.
its combined science.
and i dont have a problem with it.
plus i'm the one taking the bloody stream.
so if you have a BIG FAT PROBLEM with it, might i suggest you go make a coffin out of the numerous assessment books you kiasu prats bought for yourself and bury yourself six feet under in it.
HA!
i can already just imagine some of those little pricks faces when i tell them i got into a combined science stream.

snot-nosed brat: *snorts* you got into what class?
jac: 3F. my first choice.
snot-nosed brat: *incredulous face* isnt...isnt...isnt...ISNT that combined science?!
jac: yeah, so? at least i got into a literature class with A maths.
snot-nosed brat: *snorts* well, yeah, tack-nee-curlly, but its combined science... *eyes bulge*
jac: so? then you got into what class?
snot-nosed brat: 3A. treeper science. *beams brightly*
jac: er well, good for you.
snot-nosed brat: well, my mummy makes me do a maths ass-sessment payper every night after my daylee carp of mierk.
jac: cool. i gotta go scrub my grandmothers back now. see ya. *hasty escape*
snot-nosed brat: har har! *snorts* kayy. yeeah. i'll bee seeing yooo from the weendow of 3A.

chee.................ken mcnugget.
*forced grin*

its gets better with the nice old aunties who sport blue rinse hairdos.

aunty: you going ward science streem arh?
jac: combined. physics and chemistry.
aunty: shure anort? my boy boy *points to snot-nosed brat* heeere gort into treeper lerh.
jac: oh, i'm not too interested in science anyway.
aunty: how cann that beee?! you are rooning your fewture!
and blah blah blah.

for bloody sake, i'm not "rooning" my future!
for your information, *pokes snot-nosed brat in chest repeatedly*
(cannot poke aunty that area, after that wait kena trouble)
i'm NOT ruining my future, ok?
i've even gotten it all planned and mapped out.
my ambition.
my course.
the path.
so, stop making bloody assumptions and speak better "engrish".
thank you, i shall now stop jabbing my finger in your lungs in an attempt to puncture them.

no, i'm not putting down all those who are actually able to make it to the top three classes by a sudden unexpected twist of luck.
haha!
joking.
friends like vanessa, wang min, fionn, wei rong, amirul, jun liang and rui wen.
oh yeah, plus mel, eugene and elizabeth too.
double science and two triple sciences respectively.
(that was just a disclaimer, i shall now continue in my rampage to mock all snot-nosed brats out there)

anyway.
of course.
this posting event also showed me that good DOES triumph over evil.
(damn george lucas! anakin should not have gone over to the dark side.)
such as the evil queen of 2F has somehow gotten into a class worse than me.
wahahaha!
and she is put side by side with people like jia hui and nigel.
hoo yeah!
good does triumph in the end.
take that you evil two-faced hypocrite of a bitch!
(shes another brat who has the amazing ability to make lemonade after every pe lesson. they just milk it from her hair.)

with a cosy class of 22 people(currently) ,
(fast fact: 5 boys, 17 girls!)
what more could i ask from the spendthrift behind the name plate "principal"?
(get this, two huge screen plasma tvs boosted by the existence of shiok speakers, IN THE CANTEEN. FOR CRAPS SAKE, WHOS GONNA USE IT TO ITS FULL POTENTIAL IN THE CANTEEN?!)
anyway.
oh yes, puja as 3F's lit teacher.
please oh please oh please?
i'm holding your darling plasma tvs at hostage...
(hoo boy, i hope the police doesnt read this. haha!)

oh yeah, 3F's combination.
-english
-A maths
-E maths
-chinese
-combined science (phy and chem)
-combined humanities (geog)
-literature

i like the part when it read "literature".
haha.

anyway.
its my prerogative whether i'm in combined science or not.
(dont you just love the word-prerogative? come on! say it with me, pre-ro-ga-tive.)
ok back.
yeah, *points index finger*...
erm...
where was i?
...
oh yeah! *renewed vigour*
its MY prerogative whether i'm in a big-shot-know-it-all stream or not.
and its not any of you little snot-nosed brats beeswax.
and to al the hideous aunties out there, i'm not "rooning" my future and dye your hair black again for goodness sake!

2005-11-25T01:41:00.000+08:00

disappointment.
confusion.
hesitation.
broken.
indecisiveness.
sadness.

the day my world crashed and burned around me.

2005-11-22T21:47:00.000+08:00

HELLO CHIO BU!
you look like a refined person who likes to have the best in life, dontcha?
and i bet that you would want only the best to enhance your already beautiful facial features.
*nudge nudge*
ok, let me take a few steps back if you are a boy.
...
*ahem*
HELLO!
you look like a refined person who likes to give his girlfriend the best you can afford, right?
*nudge nudge*

might i suggest these beautiful handmade earrings.
they are limited edition too!
they come in one piece per design but of course if you are just dying to have that particular pair, i could arrange for another identical pair.
of course, good things in life come at a price...
but not to worry!
with the magnitude of your overstuffed wallet filled with leftover money from the passing school year, i'm sure that a few dollars wont set you back so much.
*nudge nudge*
and of course, if you find all the designs too plain or just not your style, you can submit in a design to be made.
but of course, it will cost more.
but then again, i'm sure a few measly dollars wont set you back so much. =)

alright!
bring on the designs!

if you are feeling broke...
$2
the classic button design.
retrooo...
*forced grin*

safety pin design.
it may even turn out to be your best friend!
need a safety pin?
no problem! just detach from earring and there you have it!

the life float design.
if you are constantly at the swimming pool until it comes to a point that you practically live there, this design would be perfect for you.
note: this earrings do not serve as life saving devices. probably only for instances where there are mice or ants drowning, but definitely not for humans.

my favourite of the lot!
if you think so too, i would go as far to say that you have incredible dress sense and taste.
ICHIBAN!
if you think otherwise, go get your eyes checked.

it also comes in yellow and black.
now heres another way to attract bees!

plain leaf design.
for the nature freaks...er i mean lovers.
also for those who love and are aspiring geography teacher pets.

christams is just around the corner and what better way to rise to the occasion than to buy for yourself these candy cane earrings?
note: these earrings are not for consumption. in other words, do not eat. but do eat if you would like to get these stuck in your stomach tissues and burst a vital artery causing heavy internal bleeding and dying a slow and horrible death.

of course, if you are feeling a little rich...
$3
translucent bead design.
these little trinkets look like crystals from far away, so if you are planning to go to an outrageously swanky dinner party, buy these and you are all set to go.
note: just make sure the people you are trying to impress or show off to stand far far away.

imperial blue bead design.
if you have the taste of a grandmother or empress dowager, this pair would fit you to a T.
or if you are trying to get into your grandmother's good books so that she will not call you a "lousy chain smoking good for nothing punk" and whack you over the head with her walking stick whenever she sees you.

metalic brown design.
looks like something straight out of the 19th century.
you know, one of those centuries with pasty faced lady freaks swishing around ballrooms draped over the frail arms of their half dead dates.
ahh~ i think you get the idea.

advancement of the plain leaf design.
clearly, the designer was running out of ideas.
once again, perfect for aspiring geography teacher pets.
wear these to school and please the geography teacher but agitate the discipline mistress.

wire-bent-to-look-like-teardrops design.
very girlish as it is pink and red.
i also find this design quite nice.
if you agree with me, buy it.
or else go get a pair of vision aid devices.

and now, for the elite wallets and also for those who have incredibly good fashion taste!
$4
presenting... the everlasting star design!
of course, now i'll show you why it is so much more expensive than the others.
notice that in the middle of the stars hangs a little butterfly.
take note of the spectacular nimble fingered workmanship that went into each earring.
and the colour combination is perfect!
black, orange and yellow.
if it doesnt scream out "alriiight!" i dont know what else does!
(except for maybe a sony handheld ps2. omg. works of art. but thats beside the point)

anyway.
to keep myself from salivating at the sight of the sony handheld ps2 in digital life,
should you see any design that catches your fancy, contact me at my house or meet me during band hours and the transaction will be done.

er, this entry is not meant to be a joke.
i'm really selling earrings.
yes, i am.
-__-

anyway.
eugene is not in singapore and is at the moment far far away in malaysia.
and no one misses him.
HA!
having fun crapping with melvin,
RIGHT MELVIN?
*jabs melvin*

ok, i'm killing melvin.
time to go.
haha.

2005-11-18T16:26:00.000+08:00

wanna know what went on during the last day of school in crazy 2F?
NOWS YOUR CHANCE!
a picture says a thousand words.
so, to save my cramped fingers and to give my camera a workout, i proudly present to you my last-day-in-2F-zany-photo-diary!!

welcome to 2F!
hahaha! bet you thought i was going to say "welcome to sky high" eh?escaped monkey from the singapore zoo!
quick! call the cops!
wait! thats no monkey! thats my "sister"!-rui wen

i surrender, i have the right to remain silent.
just dont shoot me.

look at all those cool handphones.
mohammads gonna have a field day pointing his finger at them and confiscating their phones.
notice kiaras squirrel-ly smile. so cute!wonder whos the center of attraction here?

omg! even amelia is almost falling over just to get a shot of our star here!
still guessing whos the center of attraction here?

its a bird,
its a plane,
its...............

our.
resident...
MANKEY!
(note: nope, i didnt spell it wrongly. man+monkey=MANKEY aka evonne soon!)
haha. you dont see an authentic true blue mankey in your class every year.
no wonder why people are falling all over themselves just to get a shot of her.

eager beaver jun liang and nicholas relaxing in the background.

from left to right: vera, fionn, evonne and rui wen.
wheres vanessa??

the camera predator gets the perfect shot.
sense the immense joy depicted on evonnes face.
thank you! i know i'm good...

the hunter is the hunted.
oops. haha.

ian's butt and edward's leg.
nice one.

murderer in the dark.
someone's trying to strangle vanessa.
hoo yeah!

the murderer strikes again...
omg! whose hand is that?!!

whats so funny?
take note of the two squirrel lookalikes wayyyyy at the back.
things 2F can get up to.
exhibit A.
(note: wanyi scrawled that with detergent)
hahaha!

STOP THE PRESS! IAN DOING CIP WORK?!!
HOW SHOCKING.
but of course, the ever-ready camera predator caught it all on her trusty digi cam.

and wei hao is appalled.
i tell xiao wei ahhh. hahaha!

luqman threatens to go home without alex
while amelia and alex are busy fawning over zairil in the background.
photog jaclyn was able to catch that stunning episode while fionn stands there and gets fascinated by a door.
will alex and luqman ever reconcile??!
stay tuned...
(dont kill me!!)WHAT?! doing holiday homework already?!!
nina hard at work.

nina takes time off her busy i-must-be-the-first-to-finish-holiday-homework-rahhh! schedule to pose with best friend kiara.
the squirrel-ly pair.

shall end off here.
because the rest of my pictures include me grinning like an idiot with close friends.
hehheh.
2F '05 rocks forever!

this is a tribute to TK 2F'05 batch-miss gwendoline lim's class.
YEAH, we rock the whole level.
whoot!

(there are actually more pictures showing the various monuments that 2F created using just chairs, such as the leaning tower of stupid and many more. but, those are in evonne's camera. damn. sorry! shall try to get them from her soon!)

2005-11-18T15:16:00.000+08:00

night out at alexs house.
agenda: cheries party
report: fun and saucy
HAHA!

for those of you who didnt know what happened to us-band members, before the party
heres your big chance to find out!
ok. here goes.
just as we were walking to the bus stop, junliang messaged vanessa telling us to buy 5 bottles of 1.5litres of drinks back.
"has our class been turned into camels?!", i wanted to scream.
5 bottles!
so fine, we went to shell petrol station which was conveniently a stones throw away (a LONG stones throw away) to buy drinks for the camels.
at the petrol station...
jac: "eh, what drinks they want? scully wait buy pepsi, they want coke."
jas: "ooooh look! ice cream 3 for $2!! so cheap!"
vann: "lets call back."
she then tried to call junliang back.
no answer.
then she called fionn.
no answer.
and she called alex.
no answer.
kimberly?
nope.
supanee?
nope.
evonne?
nope.
jennifer?
nope.
cherie?
nope.
wei rong?
we dont have his number.
i think we dialed about a thousand numbers until finally the ever patient vanessa gave up and shrieked "heck la! lets just buy our ice cream and get out!"
so fine, jas treated us to ice cream and we nibbled it while waiting for the bus to come.
ok whatever.
fast forward to the party.

when i stepped into alex's house....
"OMG JACLYN! I LOVE YOUR HAIR!"
(i tied it up...what?! it was hot that day!)
no idea how loud it was?
imagine standing under the boeing as it takes off.
now, imagine the engines saying "omg jaclyn i love your hair"
yeah, thats about roughly the decibel range.
and it came from alex.
and amirul pinched my cheeks so hard until they were numb.
oh goody.
haha.
thanks for getting the facial oil out for me, amirul.
we ate..and ate.
and kimberly clucked about stuffing food and drinks down our throats.
kimberly, while serving us chicken wings, : "eh, the barbequed chicken wings right, those that are still raw is not i do one, those that are cooked is i do one."
HAHAHA! good one kim!
more of my hairs effects on my classmates...
wei rong had to strain his already puny brain to remember who i was.
wei haos exclaimation of "omg! wait i tell XIAO WEI!"
junliang nearly jumping out of his skin when he saw me.
evonnes gigantic thumbs up.
zairils "short girl got nice hair."
(how dare he call me short? @!#@$^^%$#!! [random noises])

basically, we had lots of fun.
omg!
*smacks forehead*
how could i forget about this episode?!
the one when i bought cheries present?!
okokokok.
my humble apologies.
lets rewind to before band.
before band, vanessa, junying and i decided to go to parkway parade to buy cheries present.
77th street.
there, we were served by an over-enthusiastic sales girl.
she was soooooooooo...bouncy.
seriously!
the whole scenario was like...
unsuspecting customers-namely US, wanders into shop and glances at wide array of neckalces and bracelets.
unsuspecting prey doesnt suspect a thing...until...
salesgirl: "HI!! whatcanidoforyou?! ulookingfornecklace?!" *bounce bounce bounce*
one more thing about her. she speaks quickly and animatedly with flying hand gestures everywhere.
jac: "er yeah. its a birthday gift."
sales girl: "oooooh! birthdaygift! boyorgirl? thepersonlikenecklace? orhowaboutanicebracelet?!" *bounce bounce bounce*
sales girl then proceeds to pull out a case of gaudy bead necklaces which look suspiciously like scarfs.
jac: "are they scarfs?"
sales girl: "hahahaha! no! theyarenecklaces! nicerightniceright?!"
jac: "er...haha.yeah."
actually...God forgive me...i lied.
the necklaces (or cleverly disguised scarfs) were NOT nice at all! actually, they were hideous!!
well, hang on, ok, they are nice....if you are some sort of a getai singing mahjong clucking hokkien spewing aunty with a blue rinse hairdo.
too bad, i couldnt take a picture of the necklaces (or cleverly disguised scarfs) to show you guys.
sales girl: "theyarethefashionnowadaysyouknow."
jac: "oh....er...wow. haha" *looks at vanessa*
vanessa grins.
-_-
fashion.
riiiiightt...gotcha.
in the world of getai singing mahjong clucking hokkien spewing aunties with blue rinse hairdos.
jac: "huh...how you wear? like this?" *puts necklace on*
sales girl: "hahahah! nonononono! islikethiswearone! yousupposedtoloopittwice!"
sales girl demonstrates with the necklace and tries to loop it twice around her neck.
jac: "hahahaha! too short! too short!"

in the end, i left the shop with a silver necklace strung with a pink dragonfly diamonte pendant and one cherry hairclip, snug in a pink giftbox
(geddit? CHERIE...CHERRY? whoa...lame. okok.)
and alot of laughs.
i'm going back there again...
not because that shops sales tactic worked, but because i've set my sights on a super cool silver fire pendant hung on a black leather...thingy.
think its called a strap. not sure.
but heck, its cool.
saving up my miserable money "sou by sou"...

2005-11-16T21:29:00.000+08:00

rummaging through old, long forgotten things can bring back funny memories.
just like a few minutes ago, i was rummaging through my old op bag and i found....
TREASURE! mwahahahahaa!
*pirate-ty cackle*
(wait, i thought only witches cackle...)
oh well.

haha.
anyway.
i still remembered the time siti suddenly had a flashback about varun asking us (shanad, siti and i-the three musketeers) to pen an essay citing why we didnt go for band and what we missed during our absence.
the weird part was that she had it during indoor combined while she was half asleep.
she just suddenly jolted out of her semi-consciousness and shook me asking, "hey! you remember last time varun.....blah blah blah."
mannn. and the amount of force she used to shake me...
not bad for a semi-conscious person.
i swore that was going to be the last time i sat beside her.
(nahhh, just kidding siti!)
anyway, she lugged up those memories about what we did when we were puny sec ones with no ranks yet.
she also wanted to try finding her essay just for memories sake.
funny thing is...
i found mine!
in my old op bag!
woo hoo!

that is my old op bag. and my long lost essays.
and when i read through them, i ended up laughing like an ass.
seriously, i couldnt believe that i had the audacity to pen that and hand it to varun-THE DRUM MAJOR.
YES. the DRUM major.
not just any major you know, but, THE DRUM major.
the highest rank in any band with band majors coming in second in position.
haha!
and to prove what i just said, i shall now bang it all out and let you, my dear readers, see what a prat i was in sec one.
here goes...

"i didnt go for band not because i didnt want to, but because i did not have a choice. i was sick. sick with a flu, headache, fever and sore throat. this may seem incredible but its true. i also had to cancel an outing with my friends on a day when there was no band. i also didnt go for school. except for the food bazaar day, but the next day, my illnesses came back worse. one also cant punish me for no good reason for not coming to band. by not coming for band fully charged with bacteria, i was able to prevent more people from getting the dreaded illnesses that i am already having. i was protecting the people who sit around me during sec one combined, the band seniors, the band leaders but most importantly, i was protecting my sectionmates. so, of course, you see why i'm such a nice person. no no no, that is not crap. thats a fact. all that i've been ranting about are also facts, dont forget it! to prove that i have been sick, i am still infected by a bit of a cough. thats the remnant of whats left behind by the bacterial intrusion in my body. when i had the flu, i could not even buzz properly. the flu virus made me even more blur than i ususally am and i cant tell one note from the other because my vision was blurred. yes. thats exactly how bad it was for me. and i bet, if i were to buzz my trombone when i had the flu, when i empty my saliva key, mucus would come pouring out instead of saliva. once again, yes, thats how bad it was for me. if you were to ask me why siti and shanad didnt go for band. i have no idea. read their essays and you sure find out."...

phew! ok, lets stop here for a minute to catch our breaths now, shall we?
haha.
yes. my english was THAT bad.
yes. i know there is such thing called paragraphing.
yes. i was really sick.
and yes. i really wrote that.
now lets get back to the essay and find out what i missed during band.

..."i missed playing my trombone. thats really what i have been missing all these practices. even in my dreams i buzz. then i wake up in the morning in a puddle of saliva. (in my dream, the saliva key was busted) i also missed playing for the school in the open house event. i missed alot of practices and one sectional. but the worst of my missing was my trombone. i missed playing novena, shalom!, journey through shadowood and playing all the other pieces with the sec one band. i also missed playing in school. i missed going to the auditorium/studio/gallery/canteen for sec one combined. actually, do you want me to tell you what i missed during band or what i miss doing during band? well, i've said what i missed doing during band. now, just to be safe, i'll tell you what i missed during band. i didnt play novena, journey through shadowood, shalom! and all those other pieces that the sec one band normally or is going to play. i also didnt get to play my trombone during the time when i was sick. i also didnt go for the tk open house to perform with the band last saturday. a chance to play at the open house is not easy to come by that i know very well. then why didnt i come? you may ask. it is because i'm sick . really sick and down with such a bad sore throat that when i tried to clear my throat, i thought i tasted a bit of blood back down at my tonsils. needless to say, i was crushed when my parents didnt allow me to go because of the time when we thought that i was well and allowed me to go for the school bazaar but i came back with another fever, a headache and a runnynose overflowing with mucus. that was when they told me that i couldnt go out. at least, not until i was better."...

phew!!
ok, lets pause for a while here again.
for the second part of my letter, you may be suddenly overcome with a strong sense of deja vu.
haha.
okok, i repeated lots of stuff to make my letter seem longer.
hey! what was i supposed to do?!
the dude wanted 5 pages!
ok anyway, now for my conclusion.
this is probably the highlight of my letter...

..."so you see, what happened and why i didnt go for band and sectionals wasnt really my fault. yes, it was partially my fault for not taking vitamins last time. now i'm suffering for it and i missed out on so many practices. now, i'm feeling better (at least better than last time) except for that cough. and also please keep in mind that any punishment inflicted on me would be completely unfair treatment because i have absolutely no control on whether i fall sick or not."

o....k.
yeah, the end.
YES I WROTE THAT.
hmmm, little wonder why varun didnt make me run 100 rounds around the technical block or something.
but i seem to recall that he did make siti and shanad run about 5 rounds around the technical block.
only thing was, i wasnt included in the punishment.
hmmmmmmmmm...interesting.

anyway.
that just goes to show what a prat i was and to also showcase how poor my english was.
haha.
stress on the words "was".
but that aint the only thing i found hidden away in my bag.
i also found...
the lyrics to YMCA.
a hot favourite during the disco era.
and i have absolutely NO IDEA why i have them.

i also found...
my long long long long-asssumed-lost-forever-in-the-deepest-darkest-corner-n-my-room-where-nobody-has-ever-ventured-to-before....
...kickers cap.
haha!
theres so much treasure in my bag but only one thing stands out because of memories-the longwinded letter i wrote.
hahaha!

2005-11-15T00:22:00.000+08:00

back.
my mouse just got replaced with this super cool one with a crystal casing and optic fibre wire!
lightweight teamed with blue light when in operation.
sweeeeeet.
a lethal combination.
wahahaha!
ahem. ok.
not really the razor mouse, but it looks better than that.
geek instinct.

anyway.
have lots of things to post about but i shall decide not to.
mainly because they have happened such a long time ago and i cant remember any funny things which happened then.
which would then make my long essay posts boring and i'm sure you wouldnt want that.
oh wait!
the only funny thing i remembered was the time i thrashed evonne soundly at a fierce game of tekken at the e-zone arcade.
the tampines mall outlet.
yeah, good times.
she was huffing all the way after that.
anyway, i HAD to beat her because for someone who plays dead or alive, tekken and streetfighter(that was a LONG time ago), i felt that my reputation and most importantly, DIGNITY was at stake.
omg!
you simply dont know the horror of having evonne rubbing it in when she thrashes you at something.
its repetitive and tiresome.
no offence to evonne.
but, she is one pro salt-rubber.
always rubbing salt in wounds.
rubbing. very. hard.
so of course, i gave it all i've got and fly-kicked her character every opportunity i got.
PHEW.

sadly for vera, there was no dance dance revolution there.
thank Heavens.
or else she would have pulled me to compete with her.
there was only para para paradise.
as bimbotic as that sounds, i was so glad they didnt install ddr there.
hehheh.
hey!
i'm a doa and tekken kind of arcade patron.
you know...the type who always makes a beeline for that machine at the arcade.

and also raced with nina and kiara on daytona 2.
and finished in an embarrassing third place.
guess who came in tops?
yeah, nina.
shes one heck of a racer.
i've tried every trick in the racing book to make her crash.
tricks like, ramming her car as close to the wall as possible...
and slowing down suddenly in front of her.
and even bumping her.
but every one of them backfired.
wow.

nothing interesting happened in the cinema.
but evonne was talking loud enough to wake the dead.
i think she was whispering.
and it wasnt so bad during the parts where there were matches and crowds cheering.
but it was horrific during the quiet parts.
the worst thing was that, she was whispering to ME.
oh yeah, we watched "goal!"
there was only jas, evonne, fionn and i.
the rest went to watch flightplan.
anyway.
i was so damn sure that someone would kick the back of my chair and yell at us to "bloody keep quiet."
but thankfully, no one did and i shushed her to make sure it didnt.
but then, after i shushed her, the little blur doot turned over to fionn's side and continued whispering to her!
i almost drenched her head with my drink.
that is sure to be included in "desperate ways to get your chatty friend to pipe down in the quiet cinema 101" book.

oh yeah! the best part was that we smuggled long john silvers into the cinema.
and the way we tried to do it was shamelessly amateur.
we had 2 chicken combos to smuggle in.
mission possible.
first, we tried stuffing the platters into plastic bags and then stuffing them into fionns bag while the drinks are put at each side of my bags bottle compartment.
bad move, the cinema ticket collector saw it and gave us the evil eye.
so we hid behind a wall to figure out our next move.
after 5 minutes of intense planning and plotting, we finally came up with the ingenius way of carefully putting the drinks into my bag while the platters stayed nice and comfy in fionns bag.
we got admitted in.
yay!
seriously, i have smuggled macdonalds, muffins and a whole six course dinner but i have NEVER smuggled long john silvers before.
well, theres a first time for everything.
by the way, the part about me smuggling a whole six course dinner was meant to be a joke.
not a particularly funny one which will make you hoot like a hyena but nevertheless a joke.
shall try to remember all the other funny things that have happened during the whole period of time i have been mouseless.
cheers.

2005-11-07T20:31:00.000+08:00

hi.
no, i'm not dead yet. dont be too happy.
my computer's mouse dead.
it just mysteriously died on me right after i came back from a dai di filled week at evonne's house.
hanged.
oh noo!
the horror.
currently, i'm using my mom's laptop...illegally to type this.
dang.
shall post about my fun filled week at evonne's house, after i replace my short-lived optical mouse.
optical mice suck.
*slumps in seat*
so yeah. bye folks.
until the wonderful day my mouse is replaced...
bring on the razor mouse!!
woo hoo!
er...
whoops.
i mean...
*changes facial expression*
*depressed*
damn, my mouse died.
-_-

nooooooo. i did not kill my mouse.
*whistles*

2005-10-25T21:26:00.000+08:00

a few days ago, i could have killed miss lim for signing me and evonne up for this weebiz course which teaches primary kids on the hows to start a hopefully successful business of their own.
we had to go to geylang methodist primary.
the idea of waking up early to face a classful of grouchy p6-xers didnt really thrill me at first.
but now, after these two(i've rounded up the hours) days with them, i wanna hug miss lim for giving me the opportunity to meet such cool, cheeky and witty kids.
heres how it went.
day one:
met at geylang meth.
the whole group of us trooped down to the conference room.
i noted the cheerful murals which were at every wall of the school, every corner, every staircase.
-_-
there, we were briefed on their purpose of dragging us down early in the morning and one word came to my mind-babysitting.
free of charge, not to mention.
oh goody, the day was getting better and better, i thought sarcastically then.
besides no one really seemed very enthu about the whole thing,
amirul was busy buffing his nails, working his way slowly to achieving the shiniest nails on earth, file by file,
evonne was busy freaking out over the event which included darren going to the podium,
faris was practically snoring,
and basically, everyone else wore expressions which suggested that they wanted to be anywhere else but there.
at the classes, we split up and i walked over to this seemingly harmless group.
was i ever wrong.
that group included a tigeress and two jokers which one of them was rumoured to like every girl in class.
right-o.
i then shifted my attention to evonne's group, which consisted of quiet girls huddling over a piece of paper.
good sign.
i went there and introduced myself and i asked for their names.
and one of them, the designer in the group smartly said, "dont want tell you."
and the rest of them started giggling.
ohhhh boy.
so basically, the rest of the day was spent wisely trying to get them to tell us their names and trying to find out their names on our part.
take this incident for example.
designer: "eh got worksheet leh."
rest: "huhhhh."
evonne and : "aha! now you gotta write your names on the worksheet!!"
designer: *shocked*
i: "aha! cornered! cornered!"
designer: "teacher, must we write name?"
teacher: "dont need."
designer smiles smugly while the rest of the group dissolved into giggle fits.
how about this one.
when a piece of paper came for them to write out their roles and names, i had to chase them around the class just to peek at it.
mission impossible.
those kiddies had the upper hand especially when the designer threatened to strangle me.
oh no, not my wonderful neck!
after that session with them, evonne and i liked them, ALOT.
what can i say? they are fun kiddies.
and the questions they fired at us. omg. horrible. so kaypoh.

second day(today):
we arrived back at 6 patience with much anticipation for a fun filled time working with them again.
and the elation of finally knowing their names filled our souls.
until, we saw that they had cleverly covered their iron-on names with their role badges.
how smart.
the designer even covered hers with scotchtape as an extra precaution.
omg, where did this kid come from?!
finally, they relented and took off their badges revealing their names.
at last! the long awaited moment of truth!
here are their names.
xinyi
janice
woon lynn
emily
elizabeth
and zhi something.
cant really remember.
(sorry!)
for your info, the clever designer was woon lynn.
-_-
as we waited for their turn for a meeting with the teacher, we talked about all sorts of things ranging from the supernatural to aggregate scores to boyfriends.
and when they saw amirul pinching petrina...
their reactions were BIG.
"eh! they stead ah?!"
"haha! the girl so short!"
"why he pinch her?!"
"eeeee pervert!"
"haha! the girl so short!"
"how come she like him?!"
"PERVERT!"
"haha! the girl so short!"
"Evonne jie-jie, that boy sooooo cute. You and him very pei leh"
and more questions and outbursts like these rang out from them.
and when we told them that this kind of thing is to be expected from amirul, their jaws dropped and they swore never to come to TK. haha.
such wonderful kids.
DM is asking us to write a reflection about our experience there.
i think that i could write ten pages of it,
just talking about the zany creative genius inc. group.

Who just oggled at the cute and pervertic boy named Amirul

such great kids. =]

2005-10-21T20:41:00.000+08:00

i have a startling announcement to make.
its not for the faint hearted!
...
AMIRUL BUFFS HIS NAILS!
omg!
total shock and horror.
imagine discovering that little known fact right after dnt, during which we wisely spent our time drawing endless oblique projections and other projections which make you draw models from every angle possible.
my poor strained heart...

anyway, continuing with my recollection of the days before i step into 3K.
just gotten the option form.
horror!
the time is now.
to choose my path.
opted for combination 7 as my first choice-
english
chinese
A maths
E maths
combined sciences(phy/chem)
social studies
literature

yes literature.
i've made up my mind to take lit.
yes.
its lit or bust!
(no, not THAT bust.)
now all i got to do is to pray hard and cross my fingers tightly in hope of being granted combination 7.

2005-10-19T19:41:00.000+08:00

i shall just come clean with it on my turf.
theres no need to be ashamed, theres no need for regret
for i've done what i could and whats done cannot be undone.
yes.
i've failed my maths,
the paper and overall.
paper-45
overall-48
and it states there clearly at the bottom of the course chart that pupils who fail maths cannot take A maths.

so there goes my 3C dream.
shattered.

and my science?
enough to go for combined science class only.
which i'm planning to go for(phy/chem).

my lit you ask?
its ok.
but not good enough in my opinion.
yeah sure, 70 may seem like alot.
but it certainly isnt.
it was just my bloody essay which pulled me down.-12.5
damn.
and its really considered a waste.
poetry-21/25
prose-19/25
essay-12.5/25
quite shit frankly.
and i topped the class with it along with jennifer.
low standard man.

the others?
too painful to even think about it.
but the only subject i've failed is maths.
and funnily enough (if you can see the perverse humour in it), its the core subject i've failed.

and now, all i can do is to hope my dnt marks can pull me up.
i'm afraid to have such high hopes for my dnt.

but of course, many many many other people also failed maths.
(thank God i'm not alone)
and mrs khairul have put some consolence in me saying that she has many students like me.
fairly good in lit, failure in maths.
and she said there is a high chance of lowering the cutoff point for A maths.
even wan is upset, no wait, depressed, by her maths results.
but shes a genius at dnt.
all i can do now is just to cross my fingers and hope i can make it to 3F with my crap results.

2005-10-14T20:19:00.000+08:00

went out with the usual crew yesterday.
yeah.
cycling, then onto bowling.

cycled for three hours.
imagine.
three straight hours!
after we met the guys-wei rong, yifeng, jianyang, yingwei
we set off!
but of course, with jaclyn-the-incredible-prat around, theres always bound to be something happening.
while we were biking, evonne cut into my lane behind me, she yelled for me to move to my right.
just that she only yelled, "jaclyn! jaclyynnn!!!"
wheres the "move to your bloody right!"?
and as i turned around, the front wheel of hers kissed my back wheel and she crashed to the gravel floor with a resounding, "boom!" and "jaclyn ying, i hate you!!!"
uh-huh, not to worry folks, she meant that as a joke...i hope.
i braked sharply and hopped off my bike (that raised a few eyebrows).
and as i pulled the bike off her, she stumbled to her feet and the guys just stared at us.
are they men?!
apparently not.
as fionn and rui wen sped ahead, leaving us behind with a cloud of dust for company, evonne and vanessa noticed the bike chain dangling like scrotums.
(such good friends we have.)
by then, the guys, er i mean, gays had also gone too.
(like i said, i love my friends.)
so, evonne and i got down and dirty with the chain while vanessa helped to hold the bike up.
the whole thing took us approximately 15 minutes to figure out.
after which i can proudly say that i know the whole bike mechanism inside out.
(the solution, which i figured out, was just to change the bike gear from first to second.)
evonne claimed that [censored] could do it in 5 minutes flat.
wow. i bet he must have kissed the back wheel of his companions and fallen off his bike frequently huh?
bike mechanic. hear me roar!
and my fingers are permanently stained black with grease.

after cycling, we went onto bowling.
the guys, i mean, gays (i keep forgetting, darn it!) had already gone to play basketball, claiming that it was free.
righttt...
so, that left us girls-rui wen, fionn, vanessa, evonne and i.
we made our way to marine bowl and bowled our hearts out.
for the first game, rui wen entered our names like so...
first lane.
RW
F
second lane.
J
V
E
and after our first game, i had a brain blast and it gave birth to a brilliant idea, so i told rui wen to enter our names like this for the second game...
first lane.
RW
F
J
V
E
second lane.
J
V
E
RW
F
(or something like that, i have gotten the orders all mixed)
so ok, we bowled using all of our names for two lanes.
six games later, we willed our tired thumbs to work and we went to the counter to pay up.
guess what the magic numbers were?
$87.50.
and it wasnt in monopoly money either.
all of us almost peed in our pants when we heard the sum we had to supposedly fork out.
turns out that it was $2.50 for EACH PLAYER.
TIMES 6 PLAYERS WITH 6 GAMES AND TIMES 2 AGAIN FOR 2 LANES.
omg.
but we thought that it was $2.50 for each game.
bottomline, it was my "brilliant" idea which got us into deep shit.
we were dumbstruck as we pulled out our wallets and pooled our cash together.
coins clattered and provided the tune to "jungle bells" but judging by the rests' expressions, i could tell no one wanted to belt out "jingle bells" then, so i kept my mouth shut.
the amount we got out was $84.50
then vanessa saved the day by pulling out her last red note-$10.
it was such a horrible feeling when i thought we didnt have enough money to pay.
visions of all of us trudging down the prison corridor with clunking chains bombarded my mind.
until i saw the red note.
and i suddenly saw a halo form by itself above vanessa's head.
or maybe it was too much fish keropok.

as we walked out, rui wen was busy filling the air with threats of sueing that "shitty place which cheats innocent kids' money" and fionn was busy agreeing with her.
while, vanessa busy calculated the sums in her head and evonne and i were staring hollow eyed at the ground , still shocked by the $87.50 bill.
and rui wen almost marched back into the bowling alley to confront the cashier, if it wasnt for us, the more sensible and rational ones, pulling her back.
but seriously, it was damn stupid.
charging a price like that!
and the machine didnt even give me the accurate number of pins once!
i bowled a 9 for my first little box at the top (wonder what its called) and the machine was supposed to give me the last pin so that i could claim the half strike which was rightfully mine.
but alas, it was not meant to be!
the machine gave me 5 pins back and i happily bowled at the prospect of a better chance of scoring that lone 1.
i knocked down all of them but my score read 0 for the second try.
my. half. strike.
dreams can shatter so easily. *sniff*

better still, can they stock more 6 balls?!
i was getting the highest with the 6 ball and they had to go give it away to some dude in school uniform.
"hes just a small kid! he cant lift the other balls."
righttt, then why do i see him bowling with the 14 ball huh?
needless to say, i was pretty steamed but when i realised that the 14 ball was better, i decided to let the little dude go.
haha.
but i also had my share of scrapes with the purple 14 ball.
my so-called "lucky" ball.
as i moved forward to launch a shot, my thumb slipped out of the hole and the ball crashed behind me.
and as i turned around, i came face-to-face with a view of everyones' faces in total shock.
priceless.
i should have brought my camera along.
as for me, i was surprised it didnt cause a hole in the floor.

so yeah, basically, we bowled and watched our stomachs grow progressively bigger with every packet of fish keropok we took turns to buy.
we ate a grand total of about 5 bags i think.
happy times.
except for the bill of $87.50.

2005-10-12T14:44:00.000+08:00

exams. are. finally. OVERRRRRRR!!!
*rips up notes and throws up in the air*
INSTANT CONFETTI TO CELEBRATE THE OCCASION!!!
finally.
after months of prodding in the back by nervous nail-biting history teachers, dreams plagued by TM square's image, homework enough to construct the Himalayas from scratch, endless scoldings from PMSing teachers, stitches from sarcastic remarks by equally sarcastic and sharp geography teachers, taking down notes during science and forcing my poor ears to listen, drawing reflection and refraction diagrams, flirty toothpick pe teachers, fantastic homeruns, smashing powerhits, fragrant softball gloves, throwing sweet missiles, intercepting sweet missiles, blowing gum bubbles behind textbooks, tolerating timothy's endless stream of "nigel"s and wei hao's occasional "wait xiao wei come find me ah", singing holiday during classes and borthering evonne, perfecting the fine art of stealing vanessa's rockcliming metal link, stuffing sweet wrappers into my pencilbox, laughing at edward's face, sitting beside resident spastic(edward), handing in late math homework, playing with vanessa's ponytail, joking with kiara and vera, calling wei hao "chicken-butt", giving mrs khairul grief, plotting 101 effective ways to murder an art teacher using just a 2B pencil, laughing at mrs chen's witty comebacks, aiming for toothpick singh's head during volleyball, imitating mdm pratima, copying homework at the speed of light during recess, cracking pervertic jokes about the science lab's test tubes, kicking kwara's chair during chinese and finally, going through thick and thin with 2F.
finally.
haha.

shall not recount about the other exam papers except for chinese composition because they are plain boring.
chinese composition:
i forgot to bring my correction tape for that fateful day.
"nevermind" i thought, i could just cancel.
was i ever wrong.
i chose the formal letter writing question.
because i didnt understand a shit about what the other question was asking.
what a great choice.
i got the format wrong.
i discovered it halfway through writing the letter. oh well.
crush paper, start over again.
and my composition?
*guffaws* dont make me go there.
it was crap, i didnt know what i was scribbling.
hang on, i never know what i am writing for my chinese compos.
seriously, i could have written "my underwear is red" and i wouldnt even know it!
call me an eskimo anytime. (this isnt meant to be racist)
i discovered i was actually writing the whole shit compo wrong and was even veering WAY OFF TRACK halfway through it.
(why must i always realize my mistake halfway?)
ok, no problem.
crush paper, start over again.
by the end of the exam, miss nani has walked to my desk ninety-nine times
(she might as well station herself there),
and the area around my desk was covered in a sea of paperballs.
and during my free time, i have even mastered juggling, my juggling has never been so good before!
i could have put a clown to shame.

about miss nani,
well...
i must have done her a tremendous favour by making her walk to my desk ninety-nine times.
repeatedly walking to the students desk(apparently mine) helps to burn calories.
and as she left that day, i could just about hear her muttering something about finally being able to try on that size 4 mango skirt.
hmm, maybe i should go check my hearing.

but seriously my marks are going to be crap.
if i were to tear up my composition paper and hand it up to the examiner.
it wouldnt make a difference to my marks.
yeah.
its that bad.

anyway, jinghan, fionn, vanessa and evonne went to watch corpse bride
while i'm stuck
at home
rotting away.
and spending my last few moments on earth listening to wanyi ramble about maplestory.
i'm contemplating on getting an account.
and getting tips from the experts!
after which i'll spend the rest of my magician-ny days basking in the light of my glory.
(yes, i'm planning on becoming a magician, because wanyi says that being a thief needs more time and money)
sounds good to me.

EXAMS ARE OVERRRRRRRRRRRRRR!
ICHIBAN!

2005-10-09T15:16:00.000+08:00

i seem to have caught the composing-poems-like-a-demon bug from amirul.
because i have written one just for evonne.
which is for her when she goes off to san francisco
SF is nothing compared to singapore
hahaha! hear the proud singaporean talking!
ok anway heres goes...

This poem is dedicated to Evonne Soon Cai Wei. =]
(dont blame me if it sucks, i'm just an amateur.)

we were the best of friends
and we still are!
but fate put that to an end
and it raised no bars

we've hardly had a tiff
but complications set in
and you had to leave
just because of studying!

we are really going to miss you
and we always will
but its time to bid adieu
for now and until?

but now, lets drag up some memories
to make you cry and to make you laugh
some will hurt like the sting of a bee
oh well, luck is tough

remember the first day at school?
well, i didnt really think you were cool
the reason being you hung with j***
but as time passed, i thought you were a real gem

remember the days at cohort camp?
the laughs that we had, the difficulties we shared?
although it got a little damp
the whole experience wasnt really all that bad

you gave us bears
because they happened to be cheap
i think mine now has little tears
and is somewhere buried under that messy heap

but it was a true gesture of friendship
one which i'll remember fondly
friendship-an unsinkable ship
this one, i'll remember sadly

remember the dude of your life?
[censored], thats his name!
he gave your life that extra bit of jive
funny guy, that [censored], with a little bit of lame

dont forget vanessa, the person next to you
the innocent one with a "knack for lit"
to whom you have to say goodbye to
i know you arent happy, not even a bit

she was never really good at sports
and toothpick singh would always say, "can you not be so blur?"
but she always was a good sport
who always spoke and never with a slur

never forget fionn, the queen of books
the one with countless "boy-middle-friends"
so many neoprints she always took
but the ones with you are going to end

the one with A ones
the ultimate teacher's dream
she never really could dance
but shes still a teacher's dream

last but certainly not least, the writer of this poem
jaclyn ying jie ying
the one who mixes up xylems and phloems
of course shes the writer of this poem, it says here so in ink!

the lame one in the mortly crew
who walks just fine, thank you
so many laughs and snorts she always drew
to this you really want to bid adieu?

try not to forget TK 2F
oh, slap me! of course you would not!
the class which evolved from TK 1F
a fact no one forgot

ian's crap and funny jokes
timothy's teasing and playful ribbing
they are great, everyone of those blokes
one irritating thing though, is all that tripping!

force 015, brainchild of mine
with nearly 15 members and counting
you always had a great time
saying that its dead and the leader surrendering

always remember the various teachers
tall, short, thin, obese, all of our teachers!
miss gwendoline lim, 2F she teaches
and we can all testify, she is the shortest teacher!

mdm zhuo, the one with paper eyelids
lim ah ber, the mushroom head
mdm goo, for all the things she did
not forgetting, mohammad, whom we all hate

mrs khairul, the walking stick
miss sri, who teaches history
and the DM, mrs lim, who berates boys for looking slick
so all of that sums up your TK story

leaving all these behind, you step into the plane
one last glance behind, you cast with pain
seeing the wonderful teachers and pals
"I love you guys!" you wanna yell

but dont worry, we'll always remember you
never worry, we'll always wait for you
fionn, vanessa, me and not forgetting [censored] too
and with that, i proudly present to you...

this extremely corny poem. =)

-end of poem-
this is dedicated to the forever smilling evonne soon.
the smilling legacy of TK 2F and the memories of her will forever be etched, deeply into my heart.

2005-10-07T22:33:00.000+08:00

english paper one and science:
english composition,
i chose question three-The Gift.
and...i did the unthinkable.
i lifted my idea right out of a scene from chrno crusade.
wow whee.
wonder if its counted as plagarism.
but most improtantly, whether the examiner will accept it.
its not exactly wholesale just lift from chrno crusade and plunk it right into my paper.
a little twitch of ideas here and there, dramatise the whole scene a little and VOILA!
MY ENGLISH COMPO!
so thats why, little kids, dont believe the stupid adults who implant wrong things into your gullible brains like "comics are bad".

letter writing was dumb.
it made us write about the good things about ipw.
what crap.
i thought it was propaganda of the examiners for the "we love ipw campaign."
well, it certainly helped fionn dye her hair white naturally.
as the group leader, she was the one who suffered the most stress. haha.

science,
mcq was a killer.
i almost died doing it.
halfway through section C, i was suddenly overcome with the urge to pee and whoop for joy.
(of course, i did neither)
why?
because i spied two chemical equations neatly tucked away amongst the jungle of words and lines.
CHEMICAL EQUATIONS!!
WHOOPEE!
and i could solve the electricity question too!
double whoopee!

and it was actually evonne who helped me the day before.
wondering how when why?
it was an impromptu help-jaclyn-understand-science-shit session.
she needed a new chinese handbook.
i went with her.
and while sitting outside popular, sucking on our bubble tea, i studied.
amidst curious and bewildered glances from passer-bys.
they probably thought we were orphans or something.
and i asked her whatever i didnt and had to know about electricity.
thank you evonne!

but of course, my science paper wasnt a bed of roses.
it was a bed of nettles.
with a few roses poking out.
the killer mcq was only the tip of an iceberg.
theres also the part about regurgitating all my information and not knowing whether they are correct.
not forgetting the part about suddenly forgetting when the woman's menstration starts.
what the...
yeah, i'm from the same gender for your information.
it was student's block.
dont know if theres such thing, but now there is.

damn.
shall recount about the other papers in my next post.
sigh.

2005-10-03T23:46:00.000+08:00

i have just been informed by my parents that i'm a cynical person and when i'm angry i can be extremely bitchy and sarcastic.
and i'm highly critical too.
wow whee.
they suggest i go for a makeover.
with frilly dresses and etiquette courses?
and dainty dinners with shining silverware and listening to whispered compliments while eating the wing of a dove and something something.
(do people really eat doves?)
no thank you. *forced curtsy*
but thank you ever so much. *forced dainty smile*
ever ever so much.
ever ever ever so much.
ever ever ever ever ever...
ok i'm really pushing it.

anyway.
they also happened to be very uncomfortably interested in what i write on my blog after reading an article about schools suspending students for their comments.
what happened to freedom of speech?
wait, thats in america-the country of hotdogs inspired by dicks!
when i told them i pen sarcastic but yet at the same time slighty humorous entries, they warned me not to type about the school and teachers.
they were afraid i might get suspended just for airing my views.
what the..
its. the. dumbest. thing. i've. ever. heard.
but thought provoking at the same time.
*shrugs*
well...
come get me PEE-CHAN.

(told you this was going to be short)

2005-09-30T20:24:00.000+08:00

today was the best day of my life.
so good, it shot my adrenaline level sky high!
today was the day my dnt group presented our dinosaur model!!
TA-DAH!

we were the first group.
when mrs tan called for us, we stood up and slowly made our way towards the front.
palms sweating, knees shaking, cue cards trembling and voice shaky, i greeted the class.
ever noticed that we've been doing lots of presentations lately?
but i always feel nervous before one.
wonder why.
anyway,
the whole presentation went quite well...
up till the last part.
oh my gawd.
we added in a last paragraph to ian's speech about marketing our product
(not that anyone would ever buy it)
and he screwed up for that part.
hang on, notice that i, YES, ME, JACLYN THE INCREDIBLE PRAT, DIDNT, UNDERLINE IN RED, DIDNT screw up?
thank you thank you
ian was supposed to say his new part just before evonne closed our presentation but mr i-know-everything went mute when he was supposed to say it.
all of us looked expectantly at him.
he looked back at us with wide curious eyes.
minutes, hours, days, weeks, years ticked by.
ok wait, thats really exaggerating it.
anyway, i expertly positioned my foot approximately 40 degrees north-west and prepared to give him a real good kick in the shins as a subtle hint to get him talking
but before i could do that, evonne rambled on and brought our presentation to a close.
and as fast as you can say "supercalifragilisticexpialidocious" the clueless ian then jumped in with our marketing plans (once again, not that anyone would want to buy it anyway) amid thunderous applause.
wow whee.
but despite our little screw up, mrs tan seemed...
well...
seemed amused and fascinated by how good a job we did with our model
which i might add, isnt easy to make.
"they did quite a good job with their model, and it can move with very big motions, which is very good already."
good? its MORE than good.
"the last time i saw it, it was in bits and pieces and now they brought it back all fixed, its quite a feat."
i couldnt have said it better myself.
haha.

the other groups were quite ok.
but seriously, their models pale in comparison with us.
not that i'm bragging, but its a fact.

when alex presented,
she forgot her lines and she had to refer to them.
which were ingeniously printed out in black ink on her palm.
haha!
the entire class (including mrs tan herself) laughed and she turned redder than beetroot.
notice once again that i, YES JACLYN THE INCREDIBLE PRAT DIDNT, UNDERLINE IN RED, DIDNT screw up.
haha!
ok thats mean.
...
HAHA!
(sorry alex)

here are some images of our wonderful, almost perfect but still quite perfect model-REX!
look at its cute mug!
(did you know that just by turning it's cranks, you can actually relieve your stress? which adds another feather to it's cap by making it somesort of a stress reliever)
mightier than thou.
mwahahahaha!
how cute...
but of course, what lies beneath this supposedly cute woody exterior??
AHHHHHHH!!
the making of Jurassic Park Three.
the looming shadow of doom.
a job well done, ICHIBAN!

2005-09-29T16:14:00.000+08:00

the world was so bright on bus 16 today.
and i was the cause of it.
heh.

the end.

2005-09-27T22:28:00.000+08:00

printing out black and white pictures for art.
sheesh.
so decided to blog.

just recently, 2F has caught the arm wrestling bug.
now everyone's doing it.
arm wrestling, i mean.
heh.
wrestled with evonne today.
one word- CHEATER!
nah nah nee poo poo!
after she said "one, two , three," she proceeded to slam my hand down onto the table when i wasnt even ready!
and she claimed she won fair and square.
(-censored-, dont be so naive as to believe that she actually won me fair and square)
cheater, cheater!
we bickered for a few seconds to have a rematch.
she wanted to prove the unknown and unrealistic fact that she was stronger.
i wanted to get an easy victory so that i could move onto stronger opponents.
(after all, why run when you cant even walk straight?)
we made sure that each other was ready before we started.
and the match was ON! *DING DING!*
we were equally strong during the first few er...seconds.
muscles bulged and pleads of mercy flowed freely (from evonne naturally, heh)
when she finally gave up after a brief struggle and TA DAH!
LADEEZ AND GENTLEWORMS, WE HAVE A WINNER!
JACLYNNNNNNNNNN!!!
SAAAA-MACK DOWNNNN!
phwoar!!

a few tables away, zairil and luqman were having a fierce match.
jas was solicitating for bets and jennifer was fawning all over luqman's shiok muscles.
seriously, i thought that both of them had steel bars for muscles.
eyes and muscles bulged, sweat was pouring down their foreheads in fierce torrents and the table was shaking.
jas even recorded the time taken.
"aiyah, only twelve minutes and its still a draw."
ONLY twelve minutes?
er ok.
while evonne bragged to jennifer and the rest of those who cared to listen (which was not many) about how she bagged the prize for thrashing me when we had a match, my eyes were glued to the on going match as i discussed with jas about the odds of luqman winning.
yeah, as you can see, luqman's not exactly my favourite person on this planet.
yeah, SO THERE LUQMAN haha!

after we decided that the match wasnt going anywhere, evonne and i decided to leave and we oh-so-casually bumped into (censored) outside 2E.
it seemed like a set up rendezvous to me.
heh.
"Hi, Jaclyn!"
"Hi..." *does a double take* "how you know who am i?"
yeah, seriously i had no idea how the dude knew me.
but i'm making a very intelligent guess that loudhailer evonne pointed me out to him.
hmmm.
makes me wonder how much did evonne tell him about me...
haha.

on the bus, i was sitting with vanessa with my knees out because i had a bloody bruise.
er no, that wasnt really an expletive, it was really bloody.
with raw flesh spilling out and showing at every possible angle and if you got too close to it, you could actually smell iron and human meat.
yum.

i'll explain how i got it.
played softball during pe.
after i had hit a stunning flyball, i lunged forward too fast, my foot slipped and soon i found myself kissing the ground.
my first kiss went to the ground, imagine that. *sarcastic*
when i tried to get up quickly to make up for lost time so that i could still make a homerun, i scrapped my knees against the rocky ground in true prat fashion.
i quickly stood up and sprinted around the bases at breakneck speed but no, sadly after all the trauma i went through at home base, i only managed till third base.
i cast a glance to my knees and saw that soil was caked around it, when i casually rubbed the soil away, blood came gushing out.
what the...
but i still sprinted to home base and i made it. i think.
after all, what kind of team member lets down her team just because of a dumb but potentially fatal injury?
*strikes a pose*

anyway, back to my bus story.
so there i was, sitting with my bloody knees out and this incredibly dumb schoolkid JUST HAD to park his body right in front of me, forcing alighting commuters to squeeze in between the little space.
it didnt help that the kid had a bulging bag.

and just because of that bulging bag kid, someone inevitably scraped my poor knees when he was alighting.
the alighter was wearing jeans.
ouch.
levi's if i'm not wrong. *nods knowingly*
*reels over in pain*
oh well, at least those jeans helped to wipe away the dripping pus.
see? theres always a bright side to everything when you look a little closer.
MUCH MUCH closer.

2005-09-24T08:59:00.000+08:00

i really hate it when people defame my good name and use it to post illucid messages on tagboards.
think its funny?
i dont think so, even if it happens to someone else.
its really sickening and degrading because if someone who doesnt really know you that well reads those messages, he/she will think that you are some shameless slut who likes going around asking for sexual intercourse.
it really curdles my blood to think about it.
seriously, GROW UP.
not enough growing?
go drink more dumex 6 plus.
oh sorry, wrong age group.
it should be dumex 1 plus.
i just found out about it yesterday night when i was reading one of my close friend's blogs.
needless to say, i'm angry.
no wait, not angry, i stand corrected.
MURDEROUS.

i'm going to track that bastard down.
no matter what.
my pride and honour means alot to me.
more than you can ever imagine.
even if i have to go through the arctic region running away from a thousand angry maths teachers while struggling with one hundred factorisation problems, i'm still going to track that person down.
i dont care.
anyone who destroys my pride is going to get it. HARD.
the hunter is on the prowl and the prey should start saying his prayers and scamper away.
preferbly to some other shit school.

expect interrogation and dim swinging overhead lights.
i'm beginning and the end is near for that sad bastard.
hes going to be so sorry he was ever born.

my predator instincts are surfacing.
stand clear.

2005-09-20T23:32:00.000+08:00

wont be blogging for the time being.
got to mug and force data into my poor overworked brain for finals and get into my dream class-3C.
yeah baby!

yeah, good luck for finals,
mr "i'm-so-lame-but-i-still-can-walk" eugene giam.
and may the best girl get the higher mark for maths.
double underline the word girl.
haha.

good luck and au revoir readers.
we shall meet again...
*flings cape around neck*
*chokes*

once again,
nice wallet, eugene.
haha.

2005-09-20T22:31:00.000+08:00

mooncake festival.
the day when old geezers look up to the moon and sip tea.
the day when little children have fun carrying lanterns around.
(i never really saw the significance of carrying lanterns suspended by a stick and walking about looking at the moon when we can see it every night of our lives)
also the day my darling sister almost razed the house to the ground.

want to know what really happened?
tune in, or in this case, check back sometime after finals.
haha.

hehheh.
sorry.

hey eugene.
nice wallet.

2005-09-18T20:18:00.000+08:00

congratulations mr eugene giam,
you're the lucky receipient of a cool new BILLABONG wallet!
*collective gasps from the audience*

i'm so envious. *sarcastic*
hoo ha.
wonder who gave it to you eh?
*nudge nudge*

2005-09-17T23:09:00.000+08:00

sometimes, i cant believe my stomach capacity.
yes, i know i'm thin.
now, close your gaping mouth.

had a maths marathon today which lasted from 9AM to 10 30PM.
take note of the time.
morning to night.
not that i wanted to, it was purely threats of docking my allowance which gave me spirit and spurred me on to finish those maths exercises.
of course, no way was i going to let some dumb maths questions get in the way of my quest for dot hack number 3 eh?
(note to mr eugene giam: remember to buy dot hack one and two for me plus the stuffed duck, you owe me big for that super cool wallet.)

and i took a snack break at 5pm to recharge my aching brain.
heres what i ate.
hamburger sandwich with cheese.
quantity: 2

yummy.
now watch closely, i'm going to do a magic trick right here, right now.
dont blink little kiddies!

here is the sandwich.
awww, look at how innocent it is.
just sitting there quietly alone, waiting to be hungrily devoured,
torn apart by the jaws of a hungry homosapien.
now, watch!
heres the sandwich again,
lets say the magic words to make the magic come true little kiddies!
"jaclyn rocks, jaclyn rocks, jaclyn rocks because she rocks her chair!"
give a little twirl of the fragment of the glass stirrer i broke in the science lab.
and...
and...
and...

and finally... TA DAH!!
the magic words worked!
hehheh.
imagine doing that twice.
the packaging of the hamburgers is here.
lets zoom in on the cow shown on the pack.
a little blur, but,
i could have sworn the cow was grinning.
the meat was beef by the way.

to further demonstrate my astonishing stomach capacity,
i finished a can of mister potato.

oooh, the price tags still on.
open the lid.
EMPTY! WOO HOO!
i cleaned out my family's entire potato chip supply!
now to buy the barbeque flavour...
i also ate an ice cream...
...in the midst of an earthquake!!

yes, i admit it.
i was bored.
well, what do you expect?!
the whole day spent doing just maths, maths and more maths?!
i rather go flush my head in the toilet.

2005-09-17T14:48:00.000+08:00

yeah sure.
i know that the everybody likes greenday nowadays.
and after this post, i bet my arse you're going to call me a stereotype who likes to follow the ways of the world.
but seriously, this song is the best song i've ever heard since omokage and northern lights.
(both from megumi hayashibara-shaman king)
yeah, you should be shrieking now, "what? jaclyn? greenday? NO LINK!"
especially the people who know me well enough to know i usually only listen to japanese songs.
haha.
first time i heard this song was when justin's band sang it for talent search.
complete with drums, guitar, bass, amps, the works.
but one thing it was lacking- an audible voice.
i think the guy could sing...or maybe not.
well, me and a few more hundred or so spectators will never know since we cant hear him eh?
he could be the next silent whispers dude the nation mocked during idol frenzy.
ok, i'm getting off tangent here.
(did you know by saying off tangent, it means the same as getting off track?)
that was another fast fact brought to you by brainy the brain!

heres holiday.

Say, Hey!
Hear the sound of the falling rain
Coming down like an Armageddon flame (Hey!)
The shame
The ones who died without a name
Hear the dogs howling out of key
To a hymn called "Faith and Misery" (Hey!)
And bleed, the company lost the war today
I beg to dream and differ from the hollow lies
This is the dawning of the rest of our lives

On holiday

Hear the drum pounding out of time
Another protestor has crossed the line (Hey!)
To find, the money's on the other side
Can I get another Amen? (Amen!)
There's a flag wrapped around a score of men (Hey!)
A gag, a plastic bag on a monument
I beg to dream and differ from the hollow lies
This is the dawning of the rest of our lives

On holiday

(Hey!)(Say, Hey!)

"The representative from California has the floor"

Zieg Heil to the president gasman
Bombs away is your punishment
Pulverize the Eiffel towers
Who criticize your government
Bang bang goes the broken glass and
Kill all the fags that don't agree
Trials by fire, setting fire
Is not a way that's meant for me
Just cause, just cause, because we're outlaws yeah!
I beg to dream and differ from the hollow lies
This is the dawning of the rest of our lives
I beg to dream and differ from the hollow lies
This is the dawning of the rest of our lives

This is our lives on holiday

2005-09-17T00:59:00.000+08:00

sometimes, i think that edward is really swapped at birth by visiting aliens who wanted to educate their young on the complicated cultures of homosapiens.
or no wait, better still,
i bet when he came out, the surgeon switched his brain with a pig's brain just for laughs.

during maths.
khairul was educating our gullible little young minds about the fascinating world of mensuration!
(did you know that if you were to say mensuration quickly, somtimes it comes out as menstration?)
and that was another fast fact brought to you by brainy the brain!
back to the story.
and when she was talking about the simplest of all the formulas, which was pyramids, edward kept banging his stupid spastic head on the table wailing, "i'm losssstttt...mrs khairul, you've lost meeeee!"
PYRAMIDS.
sheesh!
the easiest of the lot!
volume of pyramid=one third x base area x height
even a monkey could get that straight!
...
well, i'm not so sure about the monkey, but i sure got it straight off the bat.
but noooooooooo, not edward!
and i'm usually known as the baka ranger of maths in class!
heck! i was even doing my presentation drawing of mechanism project while listening!
ITS A MIRACLE!

as if that wasnt enough,
next came science.
miss ang was explaning the formulas for calculating the resistance, voltage and whatever science shit that has something to do with electricity.
she went through with us the worksheet for electricity and i got everyone of them except for the big bad question five.
all i gathered from the amount of time sitting on my arse, pondering about the question was that the unit "ohm" sounds like a sound you would normally hear in the dead of the night in your parents room.
if you get my drift...
haha.
but, once again, noooooooo not edward!
he kept flapping his lips to form the words, "i'm lossssstttttt, in the jungleeeeeee!!"
and "byeeeeee byeeeeeee!"
and "cherie, SHAT UP!! give other peeeeeple er chaanse to ask questyion laaaa"
irritating, wouldnt you agree?
and he kept asking questions when miss ang was going to explain about them one second later.
i mean, come on.
cant you even spend a single stupid bloody second of your life to hear what the cher has to say?!
i almost ended it all with a swish and plack plack of evonne's stapler.
but i eventually settled for acting out the whole incident in my head.

heres the scene i imagined.
edward: "cherie! SHAT UP LA!"
(everyone in class starts to cringe at the sound of his voice, the window pane near jonathan, who is affectionately known as jon-jon, shatters)
cherie: "i hear a big fat loser talking to me!! amelia! am i dreaming?! pinch me!!"
amelia: (cringes) "yesss! i hear him toooo!! whos going to save us all from this horrible torture?!!"
kiara: "should i ever get tortured by the enemy for force 015 information, i can take any kind of torture except for sitting beside wanyi and edwards horrible voice!"
edward: "mwahahaha! now whos going to stop my big flabby lips from opening and closing to emit my sweet voice?!"
*lord of the rings theme plays*
jaclyn: "i will!"
jaclyn rummages through evonne's bag and finds her trusty stapler and with a few shots of bullets, stapler bullets that is, edwards flapping gap is finally shut
and the whole class celebrates her victory by dancing the victory dance choreographed by mr singh which appears suspiciously to be the aces day workout,
accompanied by TM squares mood lifting, inspirational music used for our recent art exam!

i know what you are going to say next.
"in your dreams."
in my dreams indeed.

2005-09-15T23:24:00.000+08:00

there are 4 things which i hate most in this world.
1. butterflies.
2. backstabbers.
3. liver in all forms shapes colour and sizes.
and
4. people who say yes then change their minds later.

obviously, i'm talking about the latter in this post.

i seriously get pissed when people say "yes, you may go."
then they proceed to change their minds later.
its just as good as giving false hope.
humour me for a few seconds now wont you?
lets say i'm your parent.
and theres this function or event which you are itching or excited to go to.
you ask me and i say yes.
how you feel now?
let me guess, elated, euphoric, excited and just plain happy right?
(if you dont feel that way, you are either a robot or lying)
after a day or two, you do something which annoys me.
and proceeds to send me in a fit of fury.
you realise your mistake and apologizes.
i change my mind about letting you go.
how you feel now?
one word-pissed.

i mean,
COME ON.
i already apologized!
if even a simple sorry cant satisfy you, what the heck am i supposed to do?!
should i carve "i'm sorry" on my wrist to show my sincerity?
should i lock myself in a cage full of butterflies?
should i eat large quantities of liver to demonstrate how sorry i am?!
DAMN.
people talk about forgive and forget.
AS IF, not on this planet.

sometimes parents can be such bitchy and childish people.
now, wouldnt you agree with me?
dont mind me if you dont agree with my views, because you aint in my shoes.
so therefore, you are not entitled to give comments.

2005-09-15T11:19:00.000+08:00

yesterday afternoon, had the highly anticipated english presentation!
the event which can either break or make our dreams.
the event which will determine our future.
the highly anticipated english presentation!

our group was the last group of the day.
whoop de doo. *sarcastic*
i shall not blog about the other groups because i seriously have no idea what happened during their turns.
i. was. too. nervous.
seriously, it was nerve wrecking for even the most composed during such times-me.
evonne, vanessa, sijia and especially fionn were nervous.
we flipped through our cue cards and tried to remember what we had to say.
yeah, it was nerve wrecking once again.
but amazingly, we could still crack jokes among ourselves about everything.
like the way TM square liked to rest her ample bosom on the table.
that was a hoot.
evonne noticed first and she told vanessa, then she told us and we were laughing like hyenas.
i also joked about the jacket that we were about to wear, like what if we couldnt zip it down in time, or what if the zip got stuck?
haha. hoo yeah.
happy times. until it was finally our turn.

i admit we screwed up quite alot.
fionn was to introduce us and when she got to vanessa's name, she suddenly had temporary amnesia and couldnt remember her name, she then stood there pointing to vanessa making "errmm ermm" sounds.
hilarious.
and during my big poem stanza recital,
the last line of the poem flew out of my head.
i panicked, yeah, bet you are going to tell me
"but jaclyn, panicking isnt the way..."
yeah yeah.
i then planned to quickly revert my eyes in the direction of my cue card
but i once again demonstrated what a complete prat i am and my brain sent the wrong signal to my hands, causing it to swiftly swing up, bringing the cue card to my face,
and i almost smacked myself right in front of the examiners.
hoo yeah, i could just see twin peak TM square stifling a laugh.
after the big poem screw up, vanessa also had her share of the omnipresent metal device.
one of her lines was supposed to go like this, "and this is a bunker in a tree."
but.
she said, "and this is a tree in a bunker."
but i dont think anybody noticed it.

i also almost fluked.
once again...
i was supposed to be acting as mrs yeo in our little interview skit.
and as i rushed to put on my sunglasses, i poked myself in the eye with one of the frames.
sheesh.
and as a result, i entered a little later than the supposed timing.
damn.
but we wrapped it up nicely and the examiners looked pleased at all the hard work we have done.
at least, only TM square looked pleased.
mrs tey looked like as if she would rather be anywhere than there
and she gave us her "crazy, eye poking aunties...what next?" look.
hoo hoo hoo.
the future looks bleak for me.
will any available jc accept name card slinging, straw hat toting aunties?

2005-09-14T23:41:00.000+08:00

ok, continue with the...
*in announcer voice*
GREAT BASKETBALL ADVENTURE PART II!!!
*ta ta ta do doot teh!*

yeah so wei rong and i gabbed for a very long while
and finally, to my relief, kiara came
along with yifeng tagging behind her.
then ying wei lumbered towards us
and that left the queen of lateness-nina.
wei rong: "eh, you all know the way to geylang serai there annot?"
kiara: "you very bad leh. so shut up and just wait for nina."
yeah, he's evil.

finally, after what seemed like ten years, nina jumped out from a bus and strolled towards us.
kiara: "wah! somemore still can stroll ah?!"
wei rong: "lets walk first la."
jaclyn: "YEAH!"
hoooo! extra me.
we finally reached the elusive geylang serai...
which looked suspiciously like a community centre
but wei rong made it seem like a sports paradise.
sheesh.
slapped the ball around for about one hour
after that, yifeng and wei rong went to change and wei rong came out looking like a prat.
seriously, i think he overdressed.
dark blue soccer jersey with "DUDE" at the back,
three quarter khaki pants and new balance tracks.
add a tribal necklace and copious amounts of brown skin pigment and there you have it, ladies and gentlemen!
the great tay wei rong!

i left the whole gang for evonne's house and kiara, nina and wei rong left for bugis to hang out with wei rong dragging yifeng behind, anxious at the prospect of thrashing wei rong at lan after that.
haha.
a complete waste of time spent just slapping a ball around.
but at least it made up for the missed pe time during that week.
end of story.

yeah, this post ain't very interesting.
i promise to have something better tomorrow.

2005-09-10T19:14:00.000+08:00

i went to play basketball with wei rong, kiara, nina, yifeng and ying wei on thursday.
amazingly, ying wei really could play.
really.
yes evonne, now stop gaping at that fact.
i was shocked too.

alighted at 33 bus stop(the one in front of school) at 9.15am.
supposed to meet at 9am.
saw wei rong at opposite bus stop.
we did a really lame thing before we saw each other.
before the bus left, i looked around and saw no one until i spied someone sitting at the bus stop opposite.
i bent at the waist to see who was it.
(the back of the bus was blocking my view and i didnt think to walk a few more steps forward.)
too tired mah! right, wei rong? *glare*
anyway, as i bent, he also bent from his sitting position to look at me.
and i guessed we must have looked like one of those stupid feeding wooden bird toys which keep bending forward and backwards because when i stood up i noticed an elderly couple looking at me in a creepy weird way.
alrighty. what a way to start the day.
i shuffled my half asleep feet across the overhead bridge and sat down on the seat in front of him.
wei rong: "i thought you wouldnt come sia!"
me: (rubs eyes) "sorry la, overslept. thanks to somebody who wanted to meet at 9AM!"
wei rong: "nice time to play basketball what...not so hot"
me: "kiara leh?"
wei rong: "maybe she not coming...you very weird leh. she come then you so enthu come"
me: "i like her mah, why? jealous ah?"
wei rong: "pff" (smiles and looks at the falling rain in front of us)
me: "so she coming annot?"
wei rong: (grins evilly) "maybe she not coming......."

argh.
update tomorrow.
for reasons unspecified.
aiyah.
got to go sleep la.
the amazing basketball adventure continues next post.

2005-09-07T23:50:00.000+08:00

following up on whats happening in my tag board.

yoh cheated?!
ahhhhhhhhhhhhh!
*ack ack!*
i never knew yoh was such a person to use underhanded means.
hehheh.
havent been keeping up with the series.
the last time i watched, it showed hao knocking yoh out cold and then pulling out his soul right in front of ryu, horo horo, chocolove and blah blah blah.
then at the last minute, anna rushes to the scene and screams, "yohhhhhhhhhh!!"
then credits roll and omokage comes on.
yeah yeah.
i bet i would fail that quiz anyway.
told you i havent been keeping up.

ahhhhhhhhh.
*ack ack!*
tell me great detail what happened man!
of course, i knew that yoh would win one way or the other.
so predictable.
but hao seems so strong.
sheesh. and i supported hao.
waving my "hao rocks!" flag all the way!
hao! hao! hao! hao! hao!
*ack ack!*
how could he lose?!
*sniff sniff*
he used the theory of combustion of air and even the water molecules in air for his oversoul!
how could he lose damn it!
sheesh. i need to know.
seriously.
feel the power...

argh!
how could he have lost?!
hao!
the epitome of coolness and supremacy!
hao!
hao!
HAO!
*ack ack ack!*
*clears throat*

2005-09-06T10:40:00.000+08:00

sick.
with a flu.
damn.
*achoo!*

started just yesterday night.
so yeah, couldnt come online and disappointed SOMEONE.
*ahem!*
had body aches.
fever.
runny nose.
headache.
yeah, you name it, i got it.
supposed to be staying in bed right now, following the court case of tom robinson with atticus, scout and jem finch. but heck, leeched off my sister's computer time by threatening her with my germs.
i. feel. HORRIBLE!
RAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!

still going out to evonne's house later for a stupid ipw meeting because all of our materials are with me.
whoop de doo. *sarcastic*
and of course, queen fionn just wont stand for screwing up her own part on the big presentation day eh?
even if it means dragging a sick, weak and vulnerable person out to big germy world.
namely, ME.
i still feel horrible.

*achoo!*
but.
never worry my good fellows!
expect to see me all well and nearly healthy two days after this post.
with my trusty vitamin C pills.
*achoo!*

2005-09-03T00:51:00.000+08:00

i've just been informed that luqman has a fan club in my old primary school.
LUQMAN.
LUQMAN.
LUQMAN.
the guy whom i thought was the ugliest guy on the face of this earth.
the guy who has the worst case of bad personaliticitis on the face of this earth.
the guy who is so stuck up, he walks around looking like an erect p*nis.
the guy who is so dark, he walks around looking like a dark, tan, erect p*nis.

i know that many girls are practically drooling over him.
i know that many of them worship the very ground on which he trods on.
i know that many of them aspire to be one day the proud(yet pitiful) mrs luqman whatever muhammad whatever whatever.
but i never thought, haig girls school.
MY maiden school.
HAIG GIRLS SCHOOL.
had such bad taste.
i mean, come on. his attitude is like crap, his face looks like a crescent moon minus the craters and he is tagged erect p*nis by the person who sits next to him in class-ME.
i'm. so. ashamed.
to think that i came from that school ONCE.
a long long long long long long long long long long LONG time ago.
i have no idea where to hide my red disgraced face.
maybe under a rock would be nice.

its sickening.
knowing full well that such a person can have a fan club.
it makes me think. ALOT.
and you know i hate thinking. but i do it anyway.
it makes me think, why is the world so superficial?
looks first, character next.
personally, i think that people who like/liked luqman seriously need to have their eyes checked out.
by a certified doctor of course.
and for those bad cases(those who say out loud that he is macho/handsome/rippling with muscles) need to have their corneas or cataracts or both replaced.
seriously.

i bet the luqman fans are probably poking pins into their handmade jaclyn voodoo dolls now.
ouch.
but i'm still going to say it once again.
LUQMAN FANS, YOU HAVE BAD TASTE AND ARE ADVISED TO WEAR VISUAL AID DEVICES OR HAVE YOUR CORNEAS REPLACED.
ouch.
that will be all.
ouch.
i seem to feel lots of negative energy directed towards me now.
ouch.
ouch.
...
ouch.

2005-09-03T00:04:00.000+08:00

TK is an ah long school.
i owe the school a "princely" sum of $80 and they send the stupid clerk after me like as if i'm some fugitive.
morning assembly: "will jesslynn ying, vanessarr pouh and eeevornne soooon cough up their miserable money before recess by today. thank you."
me: "hey! that girl has the same name as me! what are the odds man!"
evonne: "it IS your name! you got money annot?!"
me: "oh shoot!"
yeah.
what a predictcament i was in.
shake out the save-the-duck-foundation donation cans!
STD foundation. errrr.
hehheh. dont think dirty.
i had to spent the whole of maths and science periods just borrowing money from practically everybody in class.
wei rong: "psst! jac! pen?"
me: "i lend you my pen, you lend me 80 bucks?"
wei rong: "i KNEW you were going to say that."
me: "you got money annot...?"
wei rong: (drones on)"...and you know how i know?"
me: "yeah lah yeah lah, you can read my mind, you already told me on msn the other freaking day. you got money annot? 10 dollars?"
wei rong: "i smart mah. anyway i no money."
(pulls out wallet, rummages, 4 dollars appear, shows me empty wallet.)
ok fine strike out wei rong.
mannnn...disappointment big time. i thought he was loaded.
yeah yeah and i "dealt with hard fisted money lenders and ran up terrible debts. i risked my signature without even knowing if i could meet it."
haha. mathilde and loisel scene re-enactment.
yeah and from this experience, i learnt who is rich and who isnt.
take su wei for example.
she lent me 30 bucks.
30 BUCKS.
30 BUCKS.
oh sheesh! who the heck struts around with so much cash in her wallet?!
oh yeah, su wei.
during recess, i borrowed money from aiyan and she helped me ask this guy from her class.
ming yan or something.
10 dollars.
thank you, ming yan, you will be treated with reverance in the presence of my other duck followers.
ok! next victim-kwara.
me: "kwara...you have such wonderful eyes and you are my best friend...."
kwara: "do i owe you money?" (suspicious)
me: "no lah. i need money."
kwara: "how much?"
me: "you got 10 dollars? edusave lah. this stupid ah long school just placed a pig head on my table. i owe them freaking 80 dollars."
kwara: (pulls out 5 dollar bill) "nahh. i help you ask other people."
me: "help me ask eugene, i bought cookies from him during happy happy carnival."
kwara: "ahhh~"
end result? no cash.
i also learnt another thing-everyone is broke on fridays.
finally, i got 80 dollars.
OPERATION SAVE THE DUCK SUCCESS!
and when i went to pay up my dues, the clerk's eyes lit up with pleasure when she saw me.
clerk: "you here to cough...er, i mean, pay your edusave right?"
me: "yeah."
clerk: "aiyoooh. the moe people come after me leh for your edusave fees."
me: "mmm-mmm."
clerk: "ahh~ sign here and here and here and here to release you from your heavy burden officially."
me: "mmm-mmm."
clerk: "ok! you can go now! bye! and by the way, did you like the pig head on your table?"
i hate the school non-teaching staff.
they just sit on their arse all day typing nonsense into their out-dated computers and extort money from us, poor, defenseless, hapless school children and when you do not pay up on time, you get a free pig head on your table.
they probably get higher pay too.
since all they do is just to get pally with the principal and BOOM! the cash rains on them.
while teachers slave all day and even have to donate (especially the maths ones) to the singapore blood bank.
and what do they get?
peanuts.
compared to what the non-teaching staff get.
non-teaching staff get marshmallows.
now which would you pick?
peanuts?
or marshmallows?

damn, i still have to repay the wonderful, kind, helpful, dashing/pretty school mates who helped and contributed to the STD foundation.
"and this life lasted ten years..."

2005-09-01T19:17:00.000+08:00

evonne crashed at my house today.
for some ipw project.
vann couldnt come because of something which happened in her family, sijia had some stupid appointment with her friend and fionn was busy shaking her asset(minus the E and the T) somewhere else.
so yeah.
thank God she didnt get lost on the bus.
welll...you can never trust someone like her to take the bus and not get lost.
i think she gets lost in her own bathroom too.
ok anyway. back to my story.
met her at the bus stop and escorted her to my humble abode.
when she saw my house...
"WAHHHHHHHHH!!"
or something along that line.
you would think she has never seen a corner terrace before.
we started doing the project and talked...ALOT.
in fact, i think that our mouths moved alot more than our hands.

heres the end product of our day.
we started at 10 am.
we stopped at 5 pm.

haha. and you should have seen the amount of CFC we wasted.
i bet if mrs chen(our geography teacher) were to see this, she would have a fit right there and then.
heres somemore wasted CFC.

HAHAHAHAHAHA!
i almost expected captain planet to fly and land right in front of my face and give us both a spanking for destroying the environment.
besides painting and gabbing to me, evonne also messaged SOMEONE...ALOT.
*ahem!*
evonne: "eh...sorry. wait ah, i reply this message first."
me: "wah lao. [beep!] again ah?"
evonne: "hehhehheh. sorry la. hes baking now! oh my God!"
me: "tell him that we are having fun here destroying the environment."
evonne: "HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!"
yes yes. it was THAT funny.
hehheh.

after a satisfying lunch of chicken rice and H2O, we resumed our activities-painting, talking and destroying the environment.
have i ever told you...i discovered a real gem today.
evonne's penknife!
YES! her PENKNIFE!
it slices the styrofoam board so quickly and smoothly!
it trims the rough edges so nicely!
her penknife rocks!

thats evonne's dirty hand right there.
eeeeew.
*screams like a little girl*
ahhh~ food to nourish the stomach...and mouth.
another thing we discovered today.
never, ever use red leaf permanent markers to draw on styrofoam.
it corrodes.
this brand sucks.
i purposely blurred the brand a little bit so as not to make it so easily recognisable.
cant risk me being sued.
evonne also kept stuffing her mouth with my apollo chocolate wafers.
and she wonders why i am so thin when i have these "delicious chocolatey wafer delights" around me everyday.
we talked.
and talked.
and talked.
ALOT.
and heres the wonderful evonne posing with one of our lovely creations.
see how "pund-kkurd!" she looks with her new vision aid devices.
say it with a slang, so that it sounds just right, "pund-kkurd!"
(oh yeah, for your information, vision aid devices are actually spectacles.)
note: i drew the plants and the grass and the birdy. thats why it looks so perfect.
hehheh.
excuse evonne while she pukes her dinner. HAHAHAHHA!
er yeah and heres somebody else with our stupid sign and the wonderful waves.
yeah, i know, that person in the picture looks so...
spastic?
charcoal?
burnt?
duckish?
note: this picture is meant to show off the objects, not the people.
besides, evonne insisted on taking that picture as evidence that it was WE who did the work.
and not some group leader we can mention.
UNDERLINE UNDERLINE IN RED.
WE.

WE.
WE.
WE.
WE.
WE.
WE.
WE.
WE.
WE.
ok i'll stop.

2005-08-31T19:09:00.000+08:00

i dislike people who dont respect my belongings.
no, scratch that.
i HATE people who dont respect my belongings.
especially my comics.
i find that people who cant even do the simple act of keeping comic books in pristine condition, without a wrinkle, without a crease is either mentally retarded or just plain "high in stupidity"
to put my point across in mr koh's words.
i mean, seriously.
come on, who the heck doesnt know how to keep a book properly?
er wait, my mother.
only thing is that she isnt mentally retarded nor is she "high in stupidity".
well, thats a laugh.
she flings my comics around whenever she is angry with me even over the slightest thing.
like leaving the bathroom towels on the floor for instance.
now, most of my books' spines are so crooked, i can forget about ever selling them off as second hand goods.
the ones which survived, well, its a miracle.
my shaman kings, narutos, there beyond the beyonds, chrno crusades, loki ragnaroks...
just about anything which has pictures of doe-eyed females and dashing, equally doe-eyed heroes in it goes on the floor when she is angry.
it happened just this morning for the upteenth time.
i just woke up late and forgot to revise my maths before she came back from her morning errands and straight away, verbal bullets were exchanged and my books somehow found their way to the floor.
damn bloody pissed now.
see how the manga enthusiast suffers under the tyrannical hand of authority aka mother.
bloody sucks i tell you.
i bloody promised myself that i aint gonna treat my offspring(should i ever get married) that way.
instead, PILE ON THE MANGA! (plus copious amounts of anime taken in moderation of course)

heres another case of such people who is this time, "high in stupidity".
wanyi and jonathan.
yeah.
the two "brudders".
wanyi always insists on spreading his salivary amylase all over my belongings and just recently, jonathan learned the fine art of biting my bag shoulder straps.
animals, like hyenas, leave their marks by spraying their liquid wastes at their spot.
wanyi and jonathan, leave their marks by spraying their saliva, mucus, sweat and etcetra etcetra around on unsuspecting prey.
just typing about them sends a chill up my spine.
argh. *shudders*
its not that i'm squirmish.
but saliva on things which come in contact with your skin every single freaking day is not something you would easily brush off, i believe.
think about all the icky germs and bacteria.
*screams like a little girl*
i, as you can already see, am very very very conscious about sanitary and such.
except during pe, the time during which i lose all sanity and just run loose going home with mud on my shirt, shoes, socks, legs and sometimes even face as souvenirs.
...
*screams like a little girl*

oh yeah, that reminds me.
heres a nice picture i found.
aha! the first colour page of chrno crusade book one!

erm yeah, thats chrno behind rosette.
the darndest best looking demon i've ever seen in my entire life of 13 years and 8 months.
ok fine, thats just his back.
think you can handle his full frontal?

o...k.
this is how he is in human form.
but its already good enough.
the demon form is even better. haha.
yeah, he looks kind of like a girl.
shit, i'm turning lesbian...

2005-08-30T22:27:00.000+08:00

today was i experienced the unthinkable.
the unimaginable.
the first!
i had the worst pe lesson in history.
unthinkable! for such an active prat like me.
even the thought of being near a butterfly pales in comparison with that.
and i absolutely hate, detest, loathe butterflies.
*shudders*
stupid flittering things...they are so ugly its enough to make me want to bomb blast every inch of my garden which conveniently happens to be on their top 10 list of favourite holiday destinations.
*shudders* anyway, back to the story.
heres the reason why this pe lesson stunk like a pile of cow crap.
after running through the stupid useless aces day workout with us, mr singh released the boys from their anguish and let them play soccer.
and he retained us girls to do more workouts just because SOME PEOPLE expressed interest in doing so.
kick a soccer ball at me, please somebody and put me out of my misery.
seriously, i contemplated joining the boys for soccer as the linesman.
it was so shittingly devastating for the rest of us hyperactive people namely ruiwen and i.
but no way was rui wen and i going to tolerate mr singh's obsession with SOME PEOPLE.
we ran to the pe store to get out our equipment for captain's ball.
four ugly orange florescent cones-check.
one dirty orange ball which looked like as if someone had beaten the living daylights out of it-check.
and we are all set for our game of captain's ball.
(ever wondered what if someone were to mistakenly pronounce it as captain's BALLS?)
hehhehheh.
ok anyway, when we reached the hall, SOME PEOPLE were busy gyrating to the preppy beat of the workout cd.
sheesh, they looked like as if they were having seizures.
and after we had marked out our court and formed our teams, C***** skipped over to us and just inserted herself into our game which was already starting.
what the crap. and we had to reform our groups just because of her and we had an uneven number now.
not only that, she also complained about rui wen and wan being in the same team.
pfff! yeah, so what if they are both netballers?
then she kept whining and whining about it until some of us got so irritated we just abandoned the whole game.
whiny bitch.
makes one wonder what the heck does how ee see in her.
then when mr singh made us gather together and he asked us what was wrong, A*** and C***** kept griping about how we wouldnt cooperate with them and gave them problems.
what crap.
who made them queen and princess of the class anyway?
i expect an impeachment to happen any time now.
man...the look mr singh had in his eyes suggested that he wanted to make us go "push up position down."
but luckily, he didnt.
he then "kindly" gave us another chance and asked us to form two groups.
the five bitches went to one side of the court and fionn and vera joined them.
i have no idea why they would do such a stupid thing. probably pity.
and the rest of us girls gathered at the other side of the court.
haha. 13-7 our favour.
mr singh then gave us a what-the-shit-is-happening-here look and then he just sighed and made us go set up chairs for teachers day.
damn.
so we spent the whole pe period being the school's slaves, setting up chairs thanks to those 5 bitches.
thank you so much.
whoop dee do! *sarcastic*
when i laid hands on the chair i was straightening out and i saw them slacking at one corner shooting us accusing looks perfected only by pure bitches like them, i almost lost it.
i could have flung the damn chair at them if rui wen hadnt come over to me.
sheesh. anger management classes here i come.
but seriously, i bet a buck if eugene were there, he would not have only swung the chair at them but also tables.
haha. *wry smile*
and for the whole journey home after today, rui wen showed her anger by talking about C***** and A*** in a tone specially reserved for twits like them.

2005-08-25T23:51:00.000+08:00

wanyi still owes me 10 bucks
and the ignorant twit spreads his salivary amylase on my belongings, pelts tissue balls at me and make me lose all my remnant dignity by openly calling me "hot chick".
*balls fists*
i haven even thrashed him for defaulting on payment yet
and hes already treating me like this.
argh!
"thats gratitude for ya!"
to quote the suave, maroon haired, chain slinging gojyo from saiyuki reload.

oh yeah! my review on saiyuki reload.
it. was. great.
three words, not four, not two.
i especially liked son goku, the mischievious yet kind half demon with a bottomless pit for a stomach who is apparently modelled after sun wukong.
and yeah, who the heck ever heard of a gunslinger monk?
yeah, in saiyuki theres one.
and thats the great reverend SANZO!
with his cool demaneur and flippy hair, he lets his gun do the talking and never loses.
now, beat that! *nods approvingly*
next up, we have hakkai!
the apparent smart one of the foursome and is always seen driving jippu.
somehow, his attitude reminds me of loki from the mythical detective loki ragnarok.
*shrugs*
the last of the lot, gojyo, whom i quoted a while ago.
and he is deadly with his long chain swinging thingy with a curved blade fitted at the end.
damn cool.
the way he kills his opponents silently one by one.
and er, hes horny. the end.

the great sanzo and company.

top row, left to right: sanzo and son goku
bottom row, left to right: hakkai and gojyo

will have something "interesting" to rant about tomorrow for all the non-anime enthusiasts out there who happen to stumble upon my wonderful blue blog which has pictures of humorous, short, icy horo horo.
but seriously, saiyuki is damn good. even though its filled with fights and blood is sprayed all over the pages. but yeah, its good. *nods*

2005-08-23T00:15:00.000+08:00

there are two kinds of people in this world.
one type are those who like to constantly bawl their eyes out for any God given opportunity they have.
the other are those who are unaffected by most things and would just take things in their stride.
i belong to those who take things in their stride.
wondering why i am saying this?

mdm goo just "resigned" as our maths teacher leaving mrs khairul in charge.
(ohmanohmanohmanohmanohman, i'm so dead for maths.)
she went off to teach 2C.
thanks to mr kang aka JUSTYN KANG'S DAD.
(everybody take justyn kang as hostage and deprieve him of hair gell and cosmetics, once he hears his "darling" son screaming over the phone for more gell, he'll definitely give mdm goo back to us.)
ok anyway, back to my story.
when mdm goo told us that she'll be leaving us and after distributing those little cute packets of milk chocolate with cookie bits in them (what an ingenius idea!), some people just bawled out openly showing their grief and how much tears they could produce in one minute.
i mean, come on...
yeah, mdm goo wont be teaching us anymore and with mrs khairul in charge, we'll probably all fail our maths but heck!
mdm goo aint' dying for goodness sake!
we'll still see her in the morning, we'll still see her in the afternoon, we'll still be seeing her everyday!
at least she gave us chocolate.

some people also like throwing their weight about and act important when in fact, they are actually just a worthless piece of cow crap which is evacuated from the rear end of a cow and most commonly used as fertiliser by farmers.
miss nani didnt come today (HALELUYAH!)
and our unfortunate relief teacher was mr rizal.
everyone was talking and when the noise level finally became too unbearable for him, he made all of us stand up and proceeded to scold all the councellors and class committee people especially the class chairwoman.
HA! JOY!
note: i still think that our present class committee is crap, just like how i felt at the beginning of their new reign
then for the leson after that, she proceeded to throw her weight about, acting important, telling everybody to "shut up!".
please.
she was one of those loudhailers in the class and now shes telling us to shut up?
seriously, no one can talk so much useless things like she can.
from topics like boys i call prats to the ridiculous things their "BoiFrEnS" do.
its no better for the rest of her clique.
and whats more, when her results for a particular test does not meet her expectations, she will bawl out in front of everybody.
sheesh, hey woman, look, everybody failed you know.
the least you could do is not to act as if the whole world just ended just because of your stupid B4.
if you are sad just because you got a B4, how about those people who failed?
suicidal, i bet my arse on it.
in fact, i couldnt care less if you got a B4 or a F9.
i have more sympathy for a crying clown than for you.
all the better for me i should say, one less competitor to get into "C" class.
if you didnt get what you wanted for your exams, why cry when you can take it in your stride and do better?
instead of dehydrating yourself on purpose in front of everybody announcing that you got a B4 and you're "ShO sAdZZZzzz" when everybody around you failed.
just like what jian an said, "failure is the mother of all success."
a little grammatically inaccurate but concept is correct.
thats another issue.
you always type like this,
"hIeeeEZz! i DuN liKe CrYiNg CloWNx BeCoZzZz tHeY R ShOoOo SaDdDXxX...~~~~"
translation: "Hi! I dont' like crying clowns because they are so sad."
its a "no wonder why" you got so bad for your dumb results.
DURH! EVER THOUGHT OF THAT?!
amazing how low Man's IQ can go down to.
another possibility might be that because you simply didnt study and spent your valuable study time obsessing about whether Z_IRIL likes you or not or whether you should go for L_QMAN or Z_IRIL or BOTH.
oh sheesh!
i'm wondering why i dont just get a punching bag, paste your picture on it and beat the living daylights out of it whenever i feel disgusted for those two poor ill fated guys.
argh! i cant stand it!
now where did i keep my incredible hulk punching toy...

tao ren in monotone.
another shaman king character which i am particularly fond of.

alright tao ren!

oh yeah, symphonic rain.

at least i THINK that is symphonic rain.

shaman king again, but now one of hao's allies.
wonder whats this girl's name is.
too bad i couldnt find one of mayu.

sheesh.

2005-08-22T00:22:00.000+08:00

going to try posting the picture of 5 year old lyzerg and morphine here again.
YESS! ahhh~
here we have little young lyzerg diethel when he first got morphine from his father when they were still in london and when hao hasnt mercilessly killed his parents yet.
look at those youthful innocent eyes.
look at how much fascination he shows to morphine.
ahh~
kind of makes you forget how weak he is actually.

sheesh.
theres a little fly in my moniter screen.
...
there! i squished it!
MWAHAHAHAHA!
all flies heed this warning for JACLYN-SERIAL FLY MURDERER IS HERE!
i hate flies. no, i'm not scared of them like some bimbos whom-i-can-name-but-do-not-wish-to-name-here-for-i-am-such-a-nice-and-kind-person
note: i'm not basing this remark on the sec 2 cohort camp. so please do not get the wrong idea.
oh yeah, i hate flies.
how i loathe flies.
i spit on flies.
*putui! putui!*

oh yeah, isnt this picture from symphonic rain great?!
...
oh great. just great.
i cant upload the stupid picture...AGAIN!
stupid blogger.
anyway, if anyone reading this blog knows about symphonic rain,
all i can ask is...
can you please please please lend me the game?
i'm broke.
and besides, if i cant even get my grubby hands on final fantasy, what makes you think i can get these eager hands on symphonic rain.
-_-
shoot. i need to borrow final fantasy from sujun.
hehhehheh, now wheres sujun...

2005-08-19T23:58:00.000+08:00

nice huh?
in case you are wondering, that happens to be my favourite character from shaman king.
whoot!
asakura hao.
damn his pants are cool.
and heres his trading card in all its glory too

his determination, perserverance, calmness, strength.
all calls to be admired and emulated.
but sadly, i'll never be as strong as him because i don't even have an oversoul to begin with.
haix.
sometimes, you would wish that the world would be one great big manga or anime show.
and everyone would have powers, oracle bells and guardian spirits and be able to jump over buildings with just one big leap.

that reminds me.
i have lyzerg too.
...
ok, funny, i can't seem to upload it onto this stupid blog.
stupid blogger.
damn.

oh yeah.
my exam results.
chinese=70.5/100
maths=58/100
before you start opening your mouth to laugh at my poor maths marks.
i just have to say something.
for maths right, i pass good enough already ok.
you should have seen my mid-year results.
it drove mdm goo up the wall.

now exams are over and i can finally kick back, relax and binge on manga and anime.
and thanks to sijia, i can finally watch chrno and rosette in action.
shes going to loan me chrno crusade!
ALRIGHT SIJIA!
i've been anxiously waiting for book three to come out because i wanted to see more of joseph and about his relationship with aion.
but now, WAIT NO MORE!
come next monday, i can relax and watch to my heart's content.

people have been donating generously to the help-jaclyn-read-more-manga foundation.
wanyi just loaned me saiyuki reload #3.
funny, he doesnt lend me saiyuki #1 and #2 first.
instead he jumps me straight to #3.
what the heck.
oh well, the needy cant be choosy.

2005-08-13T15:14:00.000+08:00

sigh.

1. Loki Ragnarok #5 [end]-$5
2. .Hack #1-$9.90
3. .Hack #2-$9.90
4. .Hack #3-$9.90
5. Chrno Crusade #3-$7.90 (upcoming)
6. Naruto #20-$5
7. The Mythical Detective Loki #1-$7.90
8. The Mythical Detective Loki #2-$7.90
9. The Mythical Detective Loki #3-$7.90

sheesh.
just spent my last buck buying Chrno Crusade #2 on thursday.
yeah, i sneaked to comics connection with wanyi for a few minutes ok.
man...couldnt decide on whether to start on the white Loki book or to continue Daisuke Moriyana's intricate and delicately crafted plot of Chrno Crusade.
finally decided on Chrno.
yay. Chrno wins the day!
reason was because, after blowing my allowance on Loki Ragnarok,
i realised that Sakura Kinoshita was one bad story spinner.
sheesh, corny jokes and abrupt expression changes filled each page.
she didnt really let the character's expressions tell the story. haix.
*disappointed*
but...still
i really gotta know what made odin banish loki to the mortal world!
arghhhh!
loki, fenrir, yamino, punyan and the rest of the gang.
and...where the heck did spica and narukami disappear to?!
*shakes head*
(instant attitude change)
*dejected->perky*
so please donate generously to the help-jaclyn-buy-more-comics-foundation.
we promise that we wont spend it on gold urinals and taps. ^^
*forced grin*

oh yeah!
by the way, chrno crusade #2 was GREAT!
it tells of how chrno, rosette and joshua came to meet.
"the meeting of one and the parting of another..."
that happened when joshua received the horns from aion.
"the horns of he who has slain a hundred demons."
and to save her brother, rosette agreed to be chrno's contractor
it also showed azmaria's noble side when she told sister kate that she wanted to emulate rosette by becoming an exorcist of the order.
and rosette became a militia trainee in order to go on a dangerous search in an attempt to find her long lost brother, joshua.
whoot!
cant wait for #3 to come out!

"the lost lamb shall find its way...the wolf shall stay its fangs and the devil shall be banished from this earth." - rosette, when she fired the gospel.

2005-08-12T20:21:00.000+08:00

kiara and i were animatedly discussing the existence of the very person next to her,
its none other than the wonderfullll....
MR TAY WEI RONG!
*clap clap clap clap!*
found out a little titbit from kiara,
the fact that wei rong used to swim with his fish..
and walk his hamsters.
ok yeah, the fact that he swims with his fish hardly raised any eyebrows from me.
but the walking hamsters thing.
...
yeah, i'm well aware that THERE ARE hamster leashes.
but i never thought that anyone would be dumb enough to use it.
and now someone has proved how low Man's IQ could go.
Tay Wei Rong.
scientific breakthrough.

about the swim with fish thing, i came up with something funny on the spot.
(sheesh, i'm good at this)
i imagine he would one day be bitten by a radioactive arrowana.
and therefore becomeee...
FISH-MAN!
SAVING THE WORLD BEFORE BEDTIME!
(oh sorry wait, that was the powderpuff brats)
and he would swim around the world saving those little fishies we call ikan billis from their horrible tragic lives and clean up oil spills and stuff like that.
whoa, mrs chen would be proud now, wouldnt she?
A1 for wei rong!
and his evil nemesis would be the black oiler!
(you know, instead of the green goblin in the much loved spidyman movies?)
and this is going to be his catch phrase:
"i. am. tay. wei rong tay. licensed to swim in all ponds and bare my underwear to the world."
then he would fight with the black oiler by flipping his ridiculous tail.
and for the finishing blow, he would pull down his pants and flash his olive green underwear to the black oiler, causing him to shield his eyes so as not to be mistakenly charged with sexual assault and fall down into a bottomless pit of doom.
and, we would have our new national icon, FISH-MAN!
note: remember to include wei rong's picture as national icon in dnt file.
and once again, the world is saved thanks to Tay Wei Rong aka FISH-MAN!
*clap clap clap clap!*
*roll credits*

2005-08-11T12:01:00.000+08:00

Kill mdm pratima!!
kill kill kill!!
rahhhhhhhh!!
sheesh.
i shall be calm...and peaceful..
-_-
ahhh heck with that!
kill kill kill!!

having IT class now.
with...
mdm pratima.
hmmm, no one's paying attention to her.
well lets see...
edwards spraying his "gay"s over the place.
"oi! dont be a freaking gay la!"
"what kind of gay song is that?!"
"this computer is bloody gay la! stupid gay la!"
"eh ian! dont be a bloody gay la! haha! stupid gay bastard!!"
er...yeah...and other stuff like that. you would think he just learnt the word "gay" existed in this vast universe.
-_-
veras peeping over to my post...
and she would loveee to say a few words here...
vera: heys tt was LAME!!!
thanks, but i can still walk.

jennifer is busy gabbing away to cherie.
wanyi just visited me.
-_-
hi, wanyi.
wanyi: huh?
uh-huh sure sure.
wanyi: whats the first entrance song for shaman king? i know you pro so i come ask you.
oh thank you very much, i'm so flattered.
will you be paying me for that piece of information? heh.
bloody.
someone's playing behind these hazel eyes.
bloody.
i'm sick of that song.
bell ring liao. signing off!

2005-08-10T10:41:00.000+08:00

fooling around with nothing to do.
ok. not EXACTLY nothing to do.
i have to study.
ok, lets rerphrase what i just said.
nothing INTERESTING to do.
ahhhhhh~

ahhh...
the early neopet gamer catches the most neopoints...
haha.
my younger sister is playing neopets. sheesh.
lets observe her for one game.

ahh...theres the early gamer.

busy at earning her meagre neopoints for that day.
still playing neopets at this time and day instead of gunbound?! loser sia.

lets see what game she is currently losing at.

oh...faerie caves. lets wait for a moment while she desperately tries in vain to salvage what she has now.
Look at the intense concentration she has written all over her face!
the intense pressure of a typical neopet maniac!
will she crack?! (i hope so).

Hello! Little fishie which looks so delicious!

Time lapsed=5 minutes
Hello! Outside world! Argh! the sun! its burning my eyes!!!

time lapsed= 5 minutes
lets check back with my sister now.

ohhhhhhh....she lost...*little victory dance*
mad woman.

ok now, all the little kids who are reading this, whats the moral of this entry??
never let my sister play neopets or any computer game.

sheesh.
yeah, so thats my typical holiday.
haha.
now you know how much of a nutcase my sister can get.
this is what really happens when she loses a computer game.

note: all pictures here are from real life experiences and they are not posed. thank you.