If I could have it my way,

This would be my ASEAN dance dress:


And this my prom dress: (with peep toe platform shoes)

:)

Instead of blogging about yucky stuff like my dilemma between goeg ia and prelims, here is a short happy post about...


French cheesecake yougurt! (from yoplait)

Mmmmmm it tastes like the natade coco meiji yogurt. But this actually tastes like cheesecake! and you get it in a big tub too! So no more sour boring plain yogurt, or unappetising mango or peach!


Haha. mmm..

Okay, but i just sweared off from using the pantry. It really stinks. Like cockcroach droppings.
REally.

Prisca is being a good girl

Prisca was good and forced herself to go to church for the informal service.
As Auntie Vara says, (something to this effect)"One should force oneself to go for things one doesn't want to go cos it may turn out to be a blessing."

Indeed, today was a blessing for Prisca. Prisca met new friends, and finally went to Dempsey Village. Prisca is going to drag melvin there because he is her only photog buddy now.

And, Prisca is sunburnt since dunno how many donkey months. :)
Also, Prisca had to be a Bulldog and grab people's tails/:( and stop other bulldogs by forcibly grabbing them which is a no-no in Prisca's book of rules on how to play games. (that's why Prisca play netball which doesnt involve tackling.)
Prisca also did soemthing horrible. She acted like a typical MCP and subtly forced someone to substitute with her. (Eventhough it was polite requestation but the person was obliged right. Hence, Prisca only managed to catch one ball. Serves her right. But it was a brilliant catch.heh. )

Then, Prisca stayed for cell lunch to send Sherman off. And only spent 2.50:)
Then, Prisca talked to Vicky had finally found some direction for her geog ia which she is starting on right now. (later)

Prisca washed the bathroom. I'd say, Prisca is a pretty good bathroom washer. As long as my bare hands don't touch the grime, I'd choke in that detergent haze and gag at the smell.

Now, Prisca is drinking the anti-cancer sooup her mommy spent many hours boiling for her. WITH lecithin in it.

And, Prisca did procrastinate earlier on, but she kinda decided that she doesn't want to be part of that kind of crowd. So yeah.

samantha lim xin hua

Today I dreamt of you. I dreamt of last night, just that it was day. And I just kept on losing you. Like I would walk off and or something and find that you're not there. And I'd call you, and go back, and find you. In this dream, there is a tinge of sadness when I find you, because you look so different, so small, frail.

Of course it could be because of when we were at ben and jerry's and i thought you said you were going in to ask for their branches and when I put down the band audition flyer and looked in and strained and strained and thought how small could you be. And looked urgently around maybe you thought I left and called and you were inside the store around the corner.

But that dream was something.

This girl I was mean to at first. I didnt like her because I didnt want to share a friend with her. (blame it on that primary school incident where in a trio of friends, i asked the other two who would they choose, they would choose each other)
I was bad. But thank God, things turned out rather okay.
I remember sitting with her, that was when we kinda just started school in form one. Just two of us in the big table. She, timid with glasses, me, with my peanut biscuits that I was embarrassed of. Because everyone else bought food or the food they brought were packed nicely. (yes, I really do have an issue of worrying about being cool)

From the self-concious girl she turned into a leader, the initiator(she always initiated birthday celebrations.potato salad she always brought.) No more were those people the cool ones, she grew confident and hence the group were to be reckoned with. But that's when I left.

Now I find her battered. Relieved that God has brought her through it. Sad that she had to go through it but am glad because overcoming it meant she is stronger.
But the samantha who could laugh freely is lost. I know she is somewhere, waiting to come back when the healing is complete.

God bless you and keep you

Blackmore Drive

As we got down 74 at the bus stop near the petrol station, serenity immediately settled. A sweetness I felt. Crossing that bridge in a unfamiliar direction, I saw the trees that have grown out nicely lining the drive up the hill, and thought how much more aesthetically pleasing it was than that traffic jammed entrance to AC.

Then, I saw the sign Blackmore Drive and remembered the day we first came to it. Mummy and daddy were in the car. We arrived a too early for my taste, and I was immaturily annoyed by it, especially since we were in unfamiliar surroundings. Sad to say, I wasn't polite to my parents on such a special day.

The school seemed so big then, compared to schools in malaysia. blue and pink. Airy and big.

I don't remember much except that we signed the contract. and Mrs Jane Soh with her long straight hair.
A girl came in looking for her lost purse and they had it.
Auntie ren jee came by to act as my gurantor and later daddy produced this piece of paper and ensured anything would be bore/beared by him.

I'm happy that i went. I still remember giving a shout of glee when I read the acceptance letter. Not so much that I wanted to go, just that I got accepted for something. Thank you God for blessing me with this. Now I know why I entered this in such a daze. Thinking too much would have probably stopped me.


MGS.

ARGH!

COPYING IS





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FLATTERY.

(repeat ten gazillion times and know yourself)

Cool... Only 5.4%. I'm pretty unique!

ISTP - "Engineer". Values freedom of action and following interests and impulses. Independent, concise in speech, master of tools. 5.4% of total population.

The Lost Battalion

This is not exactly (as good as) owen, but as owen said, "English Poetry is not yet fit to speak of them(heroes)."

Poem written by Sgt. Walter Baldwin, member of the "Lost Battalion"

.... I wonder....

I wonder, was it all worthwhile -
'Cause I sit here in hobo style.
Maybe it is my just reward
For withstanding the shells of the German Horde.

Back in the War of 1918,
When we answered the fearful Allied scream,
Off to camp with the rest of the boys,
Forsaking all of life's comforts and joys.

We doffed the mufti for a uniform,
And drilled 'til dark, from early dawn.
The bitter cold from all the streams,
But we drilled and hiked on Army beans.

The sound of the bugle, the roll of the drum,
We heard each day 'til the training was done.
Off to the transports, across the foam -
Leaving all we loved dearly back at home.

We land in England - the voyage is over,
Then on we moved to the cliffs of Dover.
Across the Channel.- we're on our way,
Then pitch our camp near old Calais.

We get our gas masks, and a new British rifle,
Then we're hurried to Arras, a drive to stifle.
But the Hun is tired, postpones the attack,
Then the British take all their equipment back.

Along bad French roads, drenched with rain,
We're off once more on our way to Lorraine.
We're off the road, on French duck boards,
Awaiting the Hun and its fighting hordes.

They're over like demons, mid bullet and gas,
And the line it holds, we fight to the last.
The smoke it clears, the battle is won----
But for many a boy, the war is done.....

Then on to the Vesle at Ville-Savoy,
Known as the "Hell Hole" to the soldier boy.
The blood runs deep, they attack again and again,
But we continue to drive them back to the Aisne.

The battle grows fierce, the casualties mount,
We continue the push, forget the count.
They say "Well done; you're driving them on!"
So they hustled us off to the deep Argonne.

There we gave the best we had,
In that hell of a forest, ( t'would drive one mad)
We pushed and drove the frightened Hun,
'Til he began to see that the war was done.

Let's not forget near Charlevaux Mill,
Where we spent six days on that shell-torn hill.
They said "Your covered with glory" to this gallant band,
When The Lost Battalion made its stand.

Come on home, nothing's too good!
When we came out of the Argonne Wood.
The bands played loud, the banners waved,
In old New York, for our parade.

They soon forget as the years roll by,
As we get older, you and 1.
We struggle on, try hard to smile,
While we wonder, "Was it all worth while? .........

Hee

icantypefasterthanyourunicantypefasterthanyourunitcanicanireallyreallycan

IOC is over and done with (yeah it so should be staying up till 5 plus and nearly dying in school
YAY Yay yay y-

>( />:(

World lit and geog IA.

after IOC (for those not in the know, ;), which you should be thankful for, IOC is where we study 10 poems and 20 extracts for king lear, and on the day of examination, you pick one of them. So one out of 30 chances. thats like 20 hours plus of studying for 15 minutes of verbal diarrhoea.)

Anyways, studying madly for IOC in the past 24 hours has made me analyze everything that has words. My thoughts, lyrics, something I see on some random paper/newspaper/magazine. ARGHARGHARG.

I even think of how I could structure my thoughts into poems.

Can die right?
No lah. I like it. At this point of time, I'm glad I took IB cos if I went to A levels I wouldnt be forced to do lit which has enriched me lah. (Eh , I really do appreaciate the little nuances/puns/whatnots in King Lear!)

Ode to IOC

You hath made me heave my heart into my mouth
my breaths are like gilded butterflies
in me.

As I trudged through the lines and lines
of words
into the ghastly night
that soon showed warm beams
from the beacon
that offered no respite for my
clean fingers that friezes


Try analyzing that. (that failed and terrible attempt.:D)
I'm sure you'll find things that make you think I did on purpose which I didnt even know which I'm sure most poets didnt know themselves too. However, I think Frost is brilliant, so much that I don't even know in what ways.


Ode:a lyric poem typically of elaborate or irregular metrical form and expressive of exalted or enthusiastic emotion. (LOL!)

Oh to English A1, are you the same person who always gives me long comments of advice? Care to tell me who you are?
If you won't, please don't comment.

No Fear Shakespeare King Lear.

Yeah right.

No Fear.

Oh please please please can I stay home from school to study IOC?

If only I hadn't said so much, I would not be bound by my word.

Testimonial? IOC? Tetris (hah)?

"Blessed be the Lord your God,
Who delighted in you."
1 Kings 10:9

Why is it in past tense?
Oh dear.

What happends when you don't pon school

1) you're very inspired to blog. Lol.
2) You tell your teacher that you promised yourself you won't pon school. (for IOC)
3) You watch great documentaries during Bio and you hand in your cover page for EE and IT IS DONE AND OVER FINALLY with it!
4) You lug your half torn bag to clementi to get king lear notes photocopied for IOC. (and while waiting for it to be zapped, you spend the rest of your money at NTUC buying TWO items that cos 14 something. (yogurt+muesli) Ah, the cost of being healthy!)(ooh plus plus, I helped an old lady find a particular brand of milk for diabetics. eeps I don't want to get diabetes. )

Okay. heh. well, today when I woke up, I was this close (hairline) to ponning school. The fact that I had a slight headache due to a pulled shoulder neck muscle helped cultivate that thought. But no! God helped me. Or rather I felt His disaproval.

About God, haha. Okay so I got ready and everything obediently,and ran out of my room at 7.12. Rushed to the bus stop as fast as I could walk. And THREE buses passed the bus stop before I could even reach teh bridge. And then, 963, which marked the end of the buses and start of the doldrums, arrived. I sprinted up teh stairs rather ungainly, rushed down , and whoosh it was gone. ARGHARGHARHGJSJFJ:SKDFK:JSDJ!!
Then, I actually felt angry. Angry at God. but all the while I was rationalising to myself how I can't be angry at God that its not his fault I'm perpetually late blah blah. But I still felt angry lah. Cos I felt it was Him who kinda pulled me out of bed (but for my own good:)).
haha well, then 198 came.

So God says, Haih Prisca. You of little faith.

Thank you. :D

Okay moving along with my exciting day, oh yeah. English lesson.
Mdm Dharma said that the three protagonists of the three books we were studying were all different in their bildungsromann- and soem of us are like him, him or him.
She said some people are like Siddhartha, they isolate themselves, they get the world, but they step away. Some people can identify with that.

Whoah. THat's me! I mean not literally what she says, some reasons why I step away are a bit different. But I really identified with Siddharta okay! At least the part before he was really enlightened. Where he looked at the world with wonder, everything was .. I can;t remember. But at that point it was a whoah moment. I will read it again. And I did get the enlightenment thing okay. When some people dismissed it as BS or airy fairy mumbo jumbo. Thats when I kept silent. Ah well.

Okay moving on, during maths I felt like puking. Cosof the cripy noodels and carrot with orange juice. I said apple and orange juice. but the lady heard otherwise. The thing is, I heard her confirm wiht me "carrot and orange juice ah", twice,but it took 5 seconds for it to register to me and I was too timid, or lazy to correct her. but it tasted okay. Orange added soem zest to the otherwise milky carrot.

also, sigh. Remeber my emotional rant about the stupid dinner server/nuncle(!)?
Well the noodle stall nuncle was drying his chopsticks. It was a bit chaotic as the lady was clearing teh dishes in front of the stal. So in that chaos I said crispy noodles. I moved away to let the auntie clear the stuff. Apparently, the uncle didnt hear.I watched as he didnt put the crispy noodles in a bowl and instead made someone's else's noodles. Hence, I concluded that he didnt hear me. I wanted to humph go to another stall but was not entirely sure he didnt hear me. So I went up again and said in chinese,: uncle just now I asked for crispy noodles have you cooked it?... "intending to change my order cos I just realised I DON"T like crispy noodles (but out of habit have always ordered that from that stall). and he just nodded. HUMPH.
Me being timid and all is really starting to make me wanna boycott almost every stall in the canteen.

To undigress, during maths I couldnt do the sum! It made me so upset, esp since it was complex numbers. Furthermore IOC didnt help. Thats when I told Madam that I won't be ponning. I hope she lets me use her lessont o study IOC. Hahah.

Then Bio came I was so stress decided to watch the documentary instead of studying IOC. It was good! Ididnt know Alaska was such a beautiful place. I'm gonna go scuba diving there one day! hehe.

Yeah and talking to mooonie about it later, I realise that stuff like that only some people with a type of heart is ready to receive it and let it touch them. Not saying those who aren't so touch are bad, but rather its like an lock and key theory. like enzyme and substrate thing. A certain type of mould in one's heart I guess.

Oh, but the music certainly helps. I actually considered doing music for documentaries,that'll marry my two passions, music and ecology. But that kind of music? Nah.

Oh and wanting to scuba dive makes me think of how many members or my family scuba dive. It started with my eldest sister, then my dad and now my third sis. Looks like me too! but first I must learn how to swim.

Anyways, I'm glad my dad scuba dives instead of playing golf. Golf courses are the worse for the environment. tsk tsk.
And he picked it up now. I'm happy for him. I mean he's just been playing badminton all this while. (after we stopped accompanying him to swim:( )
And my mom is special too! She's really intelligent. If it wasnt for the effects of pregnancy that degenrates the brain and that awful ericsson hand phone, she could be even more brilliant till its scary. She was a good student you know! haha. And guess what, she had a whole box of nail polish!... To paint. Now that totally ownzz... :)
I realise that artistic side of her I have but I can't express, only appreciating other's expressions.

IOC beckons. DIE DIE DIE

Jab me with pins and needles than make me sew

As I was mending my torn sleeve, and straining my neck and my eyes, I thought of Laura Ingalls. yup. In the book where her family was living in a town and she met her husband who was then a boy, there was this scene where the whole family was in the living room. erm one sister was braiding a mat, and she was crocheting or something and her sister mary, blind, was sewing. Mary's stiches were ever so small and neat. Laura would sew until there was not enough daylight to see.

Anyways, light, is extremely IMPORTANT when sewing.
Posture is too, but it is quite difficult to hold up whatever you're sewing to eye level. So hats of to my great-grandmother, who was a seamstress.

I pay for thoughts

"Art is the investigation and enrichment of society." -Jochen Roller.

Watching his performance, I enjoy his tidbits of thoughts, "oh I never thought of it that way!", coming back, I realised I paid for it. Ironically, he was discussing the economics of art,how it should be in demand, desired, so that money is forked out. Yet, art cannot be bought.

eygh.


//

I'm starting to acquire a taste for tea. Mmmm..chai..:p

Musings

Maturity is the ability to see the consequences of your actions, and act appropriately, with sensitivity.

That's how I would sum up some aspects of maturity.

To think that I am mature is immaturity in itself.No, this statement is not derived from my definition of maturity.

//

The man that I marry, prefer I would that he is intellectual. Not smart like just-textbook-knowledge-to-score-A's kind of smart, but a passion for certain areas of knowledge,well-read, and be able to expound(okay I can;t think of another word but I mean to mean able to express intelligent opinions either simply/straightforward, eloquently.) also, maybe a good understanding of the world, and God.

And I realise, my perception of "intellectuality" (my definition of it) is tainted. I find that it is rather masculine. Women that I have encountered that I consider intellectual are usually strong independent women, I guess you could say they are feminist, but that brings along the idea of masculinity, since independence was something that only belonged to the men in many places in the past.

Hence, it is harder for me to see married women as intellectual. I think it is also because of their duties, the children, the house and the husband. The married women that I find "intellectual" are usually childless. If I meet a married woman with children and she can discuss current events with great insight and depth, I would think,"ah she probably got that from her husband."

Before anyone throw stones my way, this "intellectuality" I would consider worldly.There are many other worthier knowledge out people can posess. And to think about it, maybe its the humility of mothers that they don't find the need to express their "intelligent opinions" to everyone. I don't know.

I don't even know why I'm writing this. Just been thinking about it. I think I should keep these thought inside my head. When they come out, they seem wrong, skewed, limited, and grossly and rashly generalised. Tsk tsk.

(maybe its just my experience with teh GEPs that affect me. sitting with them and not daring to express my opinion, (and I really don't think I had a substantive one), makes me so much more of a sigh, not-so-well-read-and-well-thought person. I think I've mentioned this before, that I want to be eloquent, a wordsmith, be able to express my thoughts clearly, be able to well dissect something, see it for what it is, then analyse or whatever. Then again, I don't know. What's the use? I think, I really really think most of it is all fluff and puff unless you're talking about issues that really concern life. Ergh, then again, maybe trying to dissect a movie, a book or something like that that doesn't seem to directly concern our purpose in life is an art, and hence does have a place. )

Haha okay please don't try to understand what I'm saying, I don't think you will, so don't, cos it mildly irritates me when people think they do when they don't.

Green-eyed monster

This post is quite overdued.

Green-eyed monster is one of corrine may's new songs! I went to her concert on fri you see. Thing is, I didnt knwo about it until the morning itself. I mean afternoon. Met Christabel (a very sweet netball junior:D) and somehow it led to "are you going for the school concert (choir/ guitar och/CPAC-which means CHINESE DRUMS!!) ?

"oh no, I'm going for the corrine may concert"

"CORRINE MAY!...."
Now I admit I'm not that big a corrine may, relative to my fanaticness for coldplay.
This may be due to the amount of playtime for corrine may songs in my itunes player. i mean, I listen to her songs A LOT. like most of the time cos its C, so she's near the top of my playlist. So usually I reach her but not the rest of the neglected bottom. And many of her songs are under the playlist SLEEP which I listen to when I want to relax or go to sleep (duh!) ( but not anymore okay! I switch of my laptop and ALL electronical devices when I sleep now. I find that I sleep better ! really! I wake up not so groggy.:D)

So, ahem, I thought about how it'd be quite sad, I mean her concerts don't get much publicity and usually are sold out by the time i find out about them. And last yr her christmas concert I couldnt go cos I was in malaysia. (sorry Germpool!) and this MAY be my last year here, so I MIGHT not be able to see her again, unless in LA. haha.

SO anyways, that day was chem prac planning, and again, my relak-bro attitude kicked in and I caught a quick nap before starting on it. THanK GOD, really , that ashley called. Thank God that he sent someone to wake me up cos I didnt hear the alarm and also I kinda think this concert is a gift from God. I mean, a few of her songs mean a lot to me. And she sings about Him too:)

So ashley had an extra ticket and without a thought yes yes i'll go!

I got to wear my green jacket which got compliments from the boys:). From boys leh! that's something. haha. didnt stay for the autographs cos it was late and a long long queue (yeah singaporeans like to queue for something they *think* is worth their time). In this case it is. At that time, I was thinking aiyah a signature only mah. and again I wasnt that fanatic about her. But when I got home and thought about it, I would have liked to meet her. She's really really nice I think. You know, I always thought there was soemthing amiss in her prettiness, like in photos, she resembles a typical pretty woman but something is not quite right. But when I heard her speak and perform I find that she's so beautiful!*cue to take out tissue and cry*

Okay so she performed Green-eyed monster (which is quite a catchy song if you ask me) and that reminded me of what mr wong shared on thursday's prayer meet. (btw, mr and mrs wong are on a date now! haha so sweet) It was about how we shouldnt need to want to be something we're not. Something to do with not being satisfied with what God has made us. (*runs to find editha who does notes durign teh meeting) Oh and feeling inferior to others. I guess that striked me the most. Yeah. I kinda have known that I should be confident with myself cos God loves me and in Him is who I am and worthied.
But sometimes I forget that. Or that knowing is not wedge deep enough in this head. So in that meeting it also led to wanting to live it out for God and then I decided to stop surfing celebrity gossip sites which are a TOTAL WASTE OF TIME AND leaves me wanting mroe but feeling empty. Previously, I've always wanted to stop, but I always go back, because the human desire was stronger than my want to obey God. But this time, during prayer, I thought about it, and this time it wasn't tinged with the struggle of still wanting to read these kind of blogs. So yeah, I can't block these sites, but at least I cleared my history so its not easily accessed.

I admit, I did to to perezhilton once after that, but on chian's comp. But I totally didnt like it. I guess its pull is gone and I can see it for what it is. It is really low-life. Obsession of somethng that is not and defacing of a lot of people.

Ah well.

Oh, I had something else I had wanted to blog about. It's about the GEPs in my school.This is inspired after sitting with a few of them durign recess. I really like sitting with those that I know. Although I don't say much cos you know, inferiority, the fear of saying soemthing thats not up to standard, I don't know, but maybe it's a feel a little smarter sitting with them, or they're just plain nice and interesting.
(Esp corin and kalan; and recently I find that clem is nice too)
They're especially close to some teachers. And I like teachers like that, full of knowledge and inspiring. Teachers that I read in LM Montgomery and other story books.
These teachers have MSN, blog, and can find the time to visit student's blogs, even those they do not teach.

There's this teacher I particularly like. It started with Uncle David Bok. He told me he used to play chess with MR A when he was 7? and told me to say hi to Mr A. WHen I did, I think Mr A couldnt really remember. I mean he was 7. SO that was an uncomfotable encounter. Then during orientation, Mr A invites this really cool lit lecturer from NUS. And she spoke highly of Mr A and his family. And from what I gather, the whole family is pretty intellectual. That's special:). I mean a family that discusses King Lear as a dinner topic?

Haha it's always an akward encounter with Mr A. He had bought a bunch of tickets from Mrs Wong and told her to give it to the IB girls. So for the longest time I knew I ahd to thank him but didn't. That was in early june? Recently, found that he has facebook and was reminded of my obligated thanks. considered sendign a message over facebook but thought that was rather inappropriate. (thanks Twink for teaching me the social obligation for writing thank you notes! Oh shit that reminds me of the note I owe auntie vara). So today during cross, seeing him at the finsihing line, I just blurted out "thank you sir for the barker fair tickets!" and to which he replied" okay..hahaha".

-_-such a weird girl.

Hahahaha. at least now i can laugh. Last time I would obsess over it, pick it to pieces and worry myself to death.

:)
This diva is trying to be happy cos she knows she should be and can be.

Oh I also blog when I listen to corrine may, or any other emo stuff

So,today was an eventful day. Hahaahahhaahhaa that cracked me up.

Okay.
today was cross country. And I took my time getting to turf city, and this time my relak-bro attitude actually worked! I mean, they didnt start so soon yet. People like me are the death of the discipline unit in school.

So as I was walking up, following a giant woman, (hahaha I found that quite funny too while i was walking. Its giant the supermarket), I felt quite "Oooo do I certainly know my way around. Thanks Sze! She's the one who brought me to Giant in the Nanyang Boarding days to but CHEAPER/found in malaysia groceries. But walked throught the carpark thats super-creepy-when-it's-dark-that-you'd-expect-gangsters-to-pop-out-anytime-or-a-car-squeling-round-thecorner.:D
...

Something happened, that makes me just wanna not want to work on the friendship. Its like ping pong, back and forth back and forth I really don't know.

//
Okay so I did the right thing today. But I suppose I could have done it nicer, kinder in a more sincere way. I can imagine some people doing the job better. With perpetual enthusiasm and cheerfulness.
(psst, I hope dr.orng didn't hear me when I whispered LOUDLY to nathania "hey we can't let him beat us!" Haha if yes, bye bye recommendation from school. Huh, wait I don't think I see one coming my way. It's all about them them them. )

Actually to think about it, I shouldnt have so much against that guy. :/. So immature of me to have actually thought, The last thing I'l do in this school is to not let that person beat me in this race!

tsk tsk prisca. He's a good persosn. yes yes.. I used to hate his prayers for the competitions, thought it was all superficial and stuff, but then you think about it, ........

Okay I'm emotional so here's a post

The catalyst is the ooh so joy to see- the bald patch of the dinner server. (Hah, I'd rather choke and die than say "uncle")

I AM STRUGGLING TO CONTAiN MY ANGER.

SO lET ME EXPLAIN WhY I AM BOTHering to COntain my anger.
So dinner usually there's two choices for the meat. the veges and side dishes are the same for both. So I went to the beef side because prawns I am allergic to.
and at the beef side there was only one choice of vege- pathetic pasty leaVES swimming in water.

chian and michelle before me requested to get the veges from the other side, brocoli. there was tauge at the other side too which is my favourite, and would be the only saving grace of dinner, as sichuan beef didnt look good and from past experience i know would taste horrible.

SO, I told the SERVER, "Uncle *choke choke gag gag die..* wo ye yao tau ge." then turned to go to the otehr side as he had told chian and mic to do. I turn around and see him scooping the pathetic vege.

"F......"

I go back and then he serves it to the girl behind.

!!! and his stupid act ignorant face.
Now, he has proved himself in the past not be a very nice character.

So here i am trying to contain my anger cos I know I should give him the benefit of the doubt that HE DID NOT HEAR ME. (which I don't think so as I made the extra effort to speak up)
BUt, but, I have to.

DEAR GOD, IF HE DID IT ON PURPOSE, PLEASE PLEASE TAKE REVenge On MY PART. OKAY I PRAY THAT HE WILL KNOW YOU AND TURN OVER A NEW LEAF. HUMPH.

at least please help me not to feel guilty cos damn i making myself suffer when it's not my fault.

but You must have greater injustices done against you. sigh. I'm sorry.

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Okay

ugh don't want to blog anymore.

Not in the mood to blog

Heh not in the mood to blog. but when I'm not here, i have so much i want to blog about.

sorry for the aangst filled post. No i'm actually I'm not sorry.

i'm only inspired when I'm emotional and emo in the wee hours of the morning.

but since my internet get cut off at midnight on weekdays, that creativity and inspiration is lost into the night.

I get very irrated when people _ _ _ _ with their traps open.
but i guess it's the environmental factors

This diva doesn't want to be rebellious anymore

Just when I thought God couldnt work in this problem anymore, that it has happened so many times and was just shelved not solved,

I gave him just 3 minutes this morning and He saved me.

Praise.

He tells me to be still and know that He is God.

Change.change.

I breathe relief that I do know You and am saved from myself.

This diva is going on a long term hissy fit for now.

She is angry and doesn't want to stop.
she'll be the only casualty.

And yeah she knows this is not right.

But it is too long already

not going to be nice and polite to people who don't deserve it AT ALL