i'll figure this one out, on my own.

Ah, tis' raining!

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1. THE WORST IS OVER! REJOICE! The second week is done. Biology paper was pretty easy and could see that our whole class hardly broke a sweat. This is all credit to ms Voon's excellent teaching [if we had gotten cough cough, god knows what would have happened.] Four more papers and its really over.

2. Everyone please vote for Paramore as best rock act at the EMAs Liverpool! You have 12 days and YOUR VOTE COUNTS.

3. Decode video is premiering november third in all major music channels/radio stations on november 3rd, so watch out for uploads on youtube. So twilight fans [urk.] who think vamps flitting between trees are the shizzle, you'll like this one. (also not to be missed: Jeremy Davis' new haircut shave on video! Looks a bit like david becks, srsly.)

4. With all the ripped out history mindmaps, the wall looks really barren. As a really early birthday present, william said he would sponser a couple of online posters! Yayers.

5. Admist the cramming and constant mugging, i've missed out on alot of 'action' from the krossfire people. The 'liquor' queen got thrown out of a club last saturday for lying on the dancefloor and refusing to budge. Needless to say, J was embarrassed. Reminds me of last year when we did a show and Beer Queen got tipsy on two cocktails, calling me 'Justin' and calling Justin 'Cindy'. Quite a scene. Those were the days.

6. Mom demands to learn how to use facebook and has proclaimed her IT tutor yours truly. The prospect is certainly daunting, since mom doesn't even know that you're supposed to put a 'dot-com' at the end of a web address, let alone use a networking sites. May the lord give me patience

7. 30 seconds to mars wins two awards for Kerrang! 08, beating you me at six for best brit band. This is disgusting. what happened to music!

8. May i say that hayley's hair at the premier of Mtv 2008 Guadalajara - Mexico, looked like she just dipped her head in a vat of cherry syrup. The performance was flawless though, new drum solo by Zachary on TWYG, brilliant! One thing i didnt know: Mexicans sure are feisty paramore fans. They played their last show yesterday and got mobbed like hell.

9. I heard people are comparing harry potter and twilight now, and worse, proclaiming the latter do be victors in the fantasy novel struggle. Let's put one fact straight; Teenage romance novel it may be, or even Fiction fad of the year, but great literature it does not make. Just because half the ah lian population in singapore is squealing over edward cullen DOES NOT make it hail-worthy. Harry Potter, anyday.

10. Its pretty darn late. Goodnight all!

raise your hopeful voice, you have a choice.

Whoops.
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So its been a week.
These are the days that are supposed to be the most stressful but i can hardly say i feel much pressure. Thank God for letting me walk into the exam hall every day with a calm heart!

With the exception of physics paper, which took all of us[well, most.] by surprise. It was insanity, to say in the least. Didnt help that i had the attack of the monthly cramps in the first 15 minutes and had this brief conversation with one of the many useless oblivious invigilators


*Invigilator spots me sprawled on table, clutching stomach and looking like death.

Invigilator: Excuse me, are you alright? You shouldn't be sleeping.
Me: *quite perplexed at invigilator's lack of observation powers. No i'm not sleeping, i have pretty bad cramps.
Invigilator: Oh. Um. We can't allow you to go to the toilet. Sorry. *Walks away.
Me: what.

But whatever, vut's over tis over.

Its official! We're going to switzerland!
Emilia's mom came yesterday for dinner to get all the details sorted out and talked with my nutty aunty[it was quite embarrasing], and instead of italy, its to clock-agogo-land. So here's to snowboarding!

We're leaving on christmas day which is pretty darn far away.

Me: So we're leaving on christmas night?
Mom: Yes! So that means you'll land there on boxers day.
*long silence.
Me: MOM. bo-XING day.
Mom: Oh whoops sorry.
*emilia does hacking/breathing laughter.

Emath was alright i suppose but was uber sleepy. I'm starting to be quite a fan of afternoon papers, on account they do allow you to sleep in for so much longer[shhhh, but it allows you to do last minute cramming too.]. Tomorrow is Biology, which means the time to pump information in! Loads and loads of it.

I miss bex loads, talking to her on FB makes everything less of a drag. She thinks that studying Reproduction On Man is such a hoot, but i tell her there are better ways to spend your friday nights. Go publish your warped theories!

TWLOHA SHIPS TO SINGAPORE.

it is probably the best news i had all week [besides the fact that claudia pre-ordered TWO paramore-decode packs cough cough.]

In the words of southern california surfers/skaters/stoned hobos/hayley williams, i am stoked!

This means literally a hefty TON of shopping to do after these load of papers are over with. Watch out for the screaming loony on thursday!



1 180 000 seconds left.

Who are you kidding?

And we'll stand up tall to sing,
sing the moments back to me,
the moments when i wasn't here,
Where you can say,
This is where i was,
when you couldn't find me,
This is how i felt.

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UPDATED COUNTDOWN: 1 722 816 SECONDS LEFT.

now that doesn't seem so bad doesnt it?

The perks of having O levels is that everyone around you starts to treat you like an absolute invalid, which is another way to say they start treating you NICE. As if you are about to crack any moment. Like how mom is perpertually attempting to whip up some dubious nutritious meal with ingredients from reader digest's Brain Food List. Yesterday she announced she was going to cook dinner[HOLY GUACAMOLE YES THE WOMAN TRIED!] and i told her i didnt want to die before O levels ended, which ended up with her chasing me out of the kitchen with saucepan in hand. SHEESH MAN.

E math today was okay-ish and amath was HURRR[wow this doesnt speak so well for the coming results right?] The invigilators are bizarre. After four days of careful observation i have named them as such, and commented on their even weirder behaviour.

1. Dude-who-smells-like-he-just-bathed-in-extra-strong-cologne-that-collects-our-papers-uber-slowly. Moves like a robot too, indicating absence of ball-and-socket joints.

2. Woman-who-looks-freakishly-like-nicole's-mother. But nicole refuses to admit.

3. Absolutely cannot stand woman who yells says 'YOU HAVE FIFTEEN MINUTES LEFT. YOU HAVE FIFTEEN MINUTES LEFT.' at approximately 120decibels. And makes us all jump outta seats in sheer shock.

4. Guy-with-abnormally-large-pants-worn-in-an-extremely-unflattering way. And unflattering as in, really high up there.

5. PE-teacher-of-undistinguishable-sex. Need i say more? Also finds it necessary that she crosses the hall-span at top velocity and with extra STOMP.

It is probably very bad to people watch during the o-level period and when im supposed to be fervently checking through my papers for careless mistakes, but phoooo.

Just got back from renee's, two straight hours of halo two is not healthy for your brain. infact, it gives you very serious migranes. Well, we all need a break after double math papers[amath was torture for anyone with an itchy bum like yours truly.] It didnt help either that i didnt get even forty winks of sleep because the whole gang came over. Like NINE of them. And that gets a little chaotic when five people are fighting for a spot on my bed, gerry and sarah anne being the main noise-machines. oh well you get what you get.

Mixed Tape is in my head!

CLAUDIA I GET DIBS ON THE GUYS FROM you me at six!

Goodnight all, the bed beckons.

CHEM WAS OK.

come on! we can do-it!




Its a shame that somewhere in mexico, paramore is playing their final shows and eating burritos[also jamming at the VMAs for a night or two. Ya know, just for kicks.] while we are here trying to cram another modicum of information into our already-crammed brain.

My neighbours are INCORRIGIBLE. It is english tomorrow and thou shalt practise by shooting out long incomprehensible vocabulary at outrageous velocity. STUDY FOR ENGLISH, otherwise ms kang will kill in cold blood because it really is the most important subject we're taking. wouldn't you agree, mr poh?

We've got time on our hands.

25 more days.

Exactly 585 hours before torment is over.

35 100 minutes more of slaving away and burning short-chain alkanes midnight oil.



2 100 600 SECONDS
before we throw our hands up, scream like raving loonies and run around the hall doing cartwheels. [or the unfit ones like yours truly can just throw our hands up and scream.]



so the countdown begins.

Save it for the bedroom, hon.

CAN'T. SLEEP.

you me at six is so aussome can't get them out of my head. Unfortunately the album costs a hefty 15pounds online so i can just forget about it cause my money tree died last year in drought.

Paramore merch on hot topic going for 9.99!!! RUSH PEOPLE RUSH!

GROOL.

I had a dream where i cried over spoilt earphones.
Okay O-levels are in 96 hours.

But i still watch scary movies and make up for it by doing mole calculation questions at 5am in the morning and crashing till noon[oh god help me with my disgusting sleeping habits]. To perk up my otherwise boring life, clare came over yesterday after school till midnight and danced around my room wearing our hideous lime-green band tee-shirt and using the computer.

Father: Stacy, how many of your friends came over?
Me: Huh only one.
Father: Whaat?! Sounds like there are five crazy people in the room having a party.
Me: Umm yeah. Its CLARE. get used to it dad.

I thought clare's mom drove a sports car. Cool mom yo.

I CANNOT BELIEVE NICK BROKE HIS WRIST AGAIN.
With o levels next week! Everyone pray for him please! goodness he should never have taken his hand out from that damned cast[hairy arm or not, it was safer that way.] How long till you play bass again? ahh.

Today was brills. Went to renee's and did loads of spiffay stuff studying but that is for another time to elaborate because i am exhausted from fighting with caitlin and need to snooze for a very very long time.

Goodnight all.



P.S i have yet to scream and rant about the fact that student leaders are going to korea/new york this year and next. FOR COWS SAKE HAVE WE NOT DONE ENOUGH LAST YEAR TO DESERVE AT LEAST A TRIP OVERSEAS?! oh no. after slaving our butts out and taking a whole crateful of crap, we get nil. nada. you get my drift.

P.P.S Van Helsing is now top on the crush list. although the fact that caitlin does look a hell lot like him with her bed hair scares me a little.

P.P.P.S my mindmaps keep falling off the wall and its becoming very irritating. Sticky tape that isn't sticky pisses me off. a lot.

He kissed a drunk girl[and he liked it?!]

Mom's cooking skills has reached an all-time low.

Besides the newly discovered BOIL-IN-BAG curry[its all very convenient. Boil it. open it. eat it.] that i think will become our staple diet very soon, mom has decided it is absolutely necessary for me to drink homemade chicken herb broth. It tastes VILE, not to mention she makes me SWALLOW a whole bowl down. Now that can't be healthy can it?

I am better off living on my Non-GMO hickory smoke flavoured beans and oreo cookies.

Claudia's life-long ambition is to be a desperate housewife. Mai goodness.
Oh i went to renee's today and we watched Van Helsing AGAIN. It is such an awesome movie that i regret not watching it earlier. Now i see why patti is so in love with hugh jackman[even with long luscious curls, he is somewhat of a hottie.]

Mole questions makes my blood boil.

Goodnight all!

Falling for a rockstar.

the look in your eyes makes me crazy.

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GONE ABSOLUTELY POST-IT CRAZY.

I have been laughing alot lately, these few days. Good grief, pre-o levels are supposed to be full of stress and all solemn, but who decided that you can't have fun while studying! we make our own rules. Thus saturday's study at starbucks.

Of course due to my morals of punctuality[HA.] i was there on time and the first! Was on bus 14 and this bunch of mudds were carrying skateboards and talking really loudly with extra loud techno music blaring [the full monty of skinny jeans, flip flops and caps that arent even touching their heads.] and i was thinking what was the world coming too.

So anyway went to snag a seat at starbucks[only place with a powerpoint!] which was crowded with the same old hobos people hogging the sofas. Got a call from amanda who went to the wrong terminal OMG it was hilarious. it was bad enough i was sitting there laughing like some mad duck into the phone, but there was this weird couple beside me who did the occasional suck-face who kept 'tsking' me. Sheesh. what a bunch of funsuckers who have forgotten the joy of youth.

Anyhoos amanda came and we studied for a while before clare stumbled in an hour later and b*tched about some random commonwealth people. I swear nothing good ever comes out of her mouth.

Went to scout for a place to eat, got to T3's macs i think. I stepped onto this dude's papers which were on the floor and clare said super loudly 'OMG STACY YOU TOTALLY JUST STEPPED ON THAT GUYS PAPER LAH.' while i was apologizing profusely. thanks i didnt know that clare. mooched around alot while waiting for amanda's parents to fetch us home.

And then of course went to take I.D photo. Attempted, three people in a single booth! it was hilarious. Amanda had the bimbotic urge and had to go REARRANGE her hair[thank god she did actually, because later it was the only part of her that could be seen hahaha!!!] and me and clare were fighting for the covetted spot of the seat in the booth and she pushed me out very violently and i hit my head against the metal ledge. See this is what happens when you take I.D photos with Vanity-lovers

But alls well that ends well. Guess whose face was the biggest in the photo!! haha!

awesome, no?

[pssst clare is sitting like that because she doesnt want to show her buttcrack to anyone else.]

OMG AMANDA HAHA.

amanda walking off to goodness knows where.

Got a lift back around 11plus twelve.

Next day had church, mel didnt come because of perf! so i got the full brunt of jennifer's hugs and what not. sheesh.

Studying again at the airport at coffeebean. Because amanda couldnt find a seat for us at starbucks! Haa. patricia was somewhere at T3's TCC with other friends, so we didnt meet them. Did lotsa a math. amanda has a rather admirable spirit of determination when it comes to amath. Never backs down! the downfall is that it can ake her twenty minutes to answer a three-mark indices question, but no matter. its quite amusing.

clare you look retarded. as usual!!

clare: omg STOO-PIE-DER.

i rest my case.

dinner at T3's popeyes and finally saw patricia in her very bright greeen jacket and her friends who i remember vaguely... talked alot at popeyes. Sheesh i attract screaming kids, srsly. It is not an enviable quality, especially when all you want to do is finish your cajun fries in peace. amanda eats the buttermilk biscuit bread thing very weirdly... it looks uber unappetising when she was done with it. lol.

getting all toasty by the starbucks sign. more coffee!

clare actually loves doing amath alot by the look on her face.

Amanda left around eleven[actually 10:54pm] and stayed back with clare. powerpoint was being hogged by those damned otakus again! So ran for the table when hey finally left sheesh.

went to meet patricia around one to talk about some stuff. her whole family was there to get her dad, who had this really late[early?] flight from hawaii, SO SWEET, yes? asked clare to come with me to T3 but she was like all 'CRAZY AH. i wait for you here and take care of your lappy.' well i tried.

danced in the skytrain like a mad person[all that caffeine has to go somewhere right??] until i noticed there were two other jamacian people in the other carriage infront looking at me with stoned faces. where is the sugar-high spirit man?! and the big black security cameras staring at me and point-blank range. gah.

oh we watched mean girls on my computer and laughed like idiots.

GROOL!!

FIZZZLE!

clare has a rather ridiculous theory that drinking hot coffee from a large straw will get you tongue cancer. I slept for half an hour on the chairs and clare didnt try to wake me up. i like her.

Went back at around six plus. Everyone was sleeping on the train[including us] it was quite funny. Saw some SACians on the way home argh, sucks living so near the school! slept till one plus when mom woke me up for lunch and studied some physics before sleeping again at three. and then waking up at eight. CRAZY.

now my sleeping times are totally flipped, fabulous! nevermind. my fellow nocturnal friends, in the words of cobra starship, WHILE THE CITY SLEEPS, WE RULE THE STREETS. jogging at four am, anyone?

back to the books. have a good night's sleep all.

you me at six.

Disregard,
counting passions on spread bedsheets,
you fill my mind with violet red.
I think i'm getting better,
than again you can't be too sure,
forget this,
forget me,
Perhaps i've read you wrong.
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So this is it. One whole decade spent wandering along well-trampled corridoors, yelling our lungs out at Sports days, counting down the torturous moments till the bell went. These are unforgettable memories that will stay with me for a long time, if not ever. With reality sinking in, that we ARE really graduating from the school, it stings alot. I suppose you never know what a good thing you have until you lose it.

No more sitting in a classroom, sleeping off a triple-period physics class or pretending to drink out of the science lab test tubes just to infuriate mr quek[mr potato head, you were mucho fun. Sorry that we kinda make you trip. it was unintentional, and besides, you weren't paying attention which caused you to trip at the roadside kurb and hurtle into the lamp post at 100km/h but i digress.].

Gone are the days where we discreetly snapped pictures of people taking a snooze, or holding up weird signs, or having marker-competitions. Goodbye weird nicknames bestowed upon yours truly by ms kang, and the marvellous English lessons[we lived for these onehour slots. English was something to look forward to among the masses of triple-science periods of hearing mr poh berate us over some minute issue/talk about windsurfing to make us go all oooh aahhh]

Last time falling asleep and getting scrawled all over. No more piggy-backing gen around the entire school or being smashed against concrete by geraldine. i will miss our poke wars, walking home with patricia and laughing till we crash into bushes. Hearing the three sarahs bicker about something or another.

But this is how it all works i suppose. its been fun when it lasted, and the good thing is that it doesn't have to end! But for now, all we can do is STRIVE. let's work hard for the Os people!



wow um. someone looked totally disconnected from the class. check out the three sarah's in front!!

This is gen and she is my secret sender. And i am her secret admirer[shuuuush. dont tell anybody.]

So the day was pretty much crockful of hasty pictures, scribbling notes and hugging people. the camera swere whipped out at every opporutnity to snap a shot, so everyone was complaining about backaches of that sort after posing for five minutes. HAHAHA.

OH. and we also received our last[tho simple] study it from ms kwan. It was just plain awesome, the feeling where you know there are actually teachers out there who genuinely care about your well being instead of being 100% academically focused. Thank you so much ms kwan! you were definately a real blessing, we were honoured and also very fortunate to have you for a whole year.

Went back home. The past two days have been spent airport rampaging with Clare and Amanda[and a very random Patti in her bright green jacket.] upates after i finish this incredible amount of physics papers which is quite insane. And pack my table with its masses of stacked papers.

Bye all. [also i have this crescent-shaped scratch on my face from last night and i think clare totally scratched it on me when i was sleeping. phoooo you.]

AH! ACJC pictures first.

Clare said so loudly 'OMG THAT BLUE GUY IS SO ENTHU AND GAY CAN? they dont look normal lah!'

and the pink shirt guy, who is, according to jennifer, every indian girls dream. AHHA.

this girl who had the vocals to die for. Looked abit scary tho, what's with the vamp get up?

The senior dance team who were really good. Except the guys jeans were really ripped up till it looked like it could break off any moment. very funny.

Nathan Hartono on second row! I told the rest and they were like who is nathan hartono. Tsk. my senses were tingling! haha.

Alright srsly. time to hit the books. bye all!