Seeya later, ‘gator?

by hook or by crook, After exams i’m getting this exact haircut with the weirdly tangled perm. Chioness. <3

a Purpose well served; guess i’ll be back @Blogger, til the next fuck up.

hot damn!

crazily fucked for time/
today’s gon be spent catching Whiteout and havin Pepperlunch for dinner.
wkend was awesome.
happy studying suckers

:D,

13.

3.

ec!sta!tic!

Chopin’s Valse, Cimarosa’s Sonata in D minor, Allegro con Brio ending with Novellete by Poulenc

piano gibberish <3

grinning in absolute Glee like a kid who got her dream doll for Christmas.
how can i not have known that UCLA ties with NUS at 30th place? Gahhhh it makes me weak kneed with joy.
also Harvard is #1, and #1 in Arts and Humans, and Social Sciences etc too. I am duly impressed with Mdm Liew (like yeah right she needs my approval.)
I am thinking way ahead, resultant of the long ‘cant wait for my future’ talk i had with Joey all day today.

been searching US states, pictures of ranch houses, farms (strawberry and horse farms specifically!), pictures of Ivy League campuses (sighs dreamily), and random stats and factoids around and about the World….. btw my newfavesite.
I know right! i too am astounded by my breaching of Personal Best standards of Geekiness.

what are You doing, the rest of your life…??

a-OK, perfectly Fine, Peachykeen, healthy and Recuperating.

title says all.
God, how many times does a girl hafta repeat herself?
See, it’s not like i dont appreciate concern. but A) nothing hugely significant affecting my health happened to me, B) i havent gone round shouting the news C) idk why ppl have have been nagging me from Tues til Sat.
I just wanna be a loner. Sleep a lot, eat a lot less, and read on a roll.
i am not gonna feed the rumour mill by speaking more on the issue.
Before y’alls shoot questions again, read title. Again and again. til it gets into ur thick head.

i am off my Internet obsession, have been for the better part of two months. Considering deleting both blogs but where else would i rant? srsly though, Blogger is a major pain in the shithole. Facebook on the otherhand, mine is so hideously underused even compared to, well my parents. deleting it wouldnt be smart either, though ive been getting tagged in photos for the most ridic stuff. Still, who doesnt use facebook addictively, right? Me. it strikes me as incredibly pretentious.

another abrupt end. Take care everyone.

p/s. (for anyone just dying to know more tho i said i wasnt spilling), the other day in the ambulance that aid guy was kinda hot as far as i could tell in my groggy state. he correctly identified my shampoo as Sunsilk but then mentioned he recognized it as his girlfriend’s. I rambled on a lot and often prolly incoherently cos they kept asking me to repeat myself til i got real pissed, and made a noisier racket than any of the babies in KK kids’ department. looking back, the entire Experience was, in a word, hilarious. i learnt that Glucose can do one’s system a whole lot of good. just in case, yknw, anyone else ever gets concussions too.
Lastly, my bruised head isnt any worse for wear. just hurts like a mother.

p/p/s. Piano, romance novels and HK Lipton tea is real good medicine for trauma. much better than that godawful Magnesium whatever powdery bile substance i got to take.

p/p/p/s. i wanted to do so much this September. ending up shagged and stoning arnd wasnt as bad as it sounds though. school on Monday, suckers.

Zero hour, 9am. Gon’ be high as a kite by then.

i know i’ve been a AWOL a-hole pray tell me what else is new?

come period means come breakout, again. Anyway this is my lovely mommy. the amazing figure in my life i’ve always aspired to be like. I know she looks damn cute here but trust me u dont wanna mess with her. and messing with me counts as messing with her too as she’ll proudly declare (eh? maybe?). Heh.

I have been sooooo sick i swear. Sososososo sick that i chickened out after Paper 1 monday and tears began leaking leaking leaking (Kex and Cy got a real kick outta it and started checkin me out from diff angles and pronouncing that i looked supercute, thanks). Tearing not cos i give a single shit about the paper which i did reasonably well, maybe? but cos i was feeling so sorry for myself, really! Miserable. so i guess Ms Tee could tell and she was a real sweetheart, promptly sent me home after assuring me i would have my 100% dont worry, (I was babbling like an idiot cos the whole hall of students impatient to take their papers was like witnessing my sorry self whinebitchmoaning on stage) ktv/shopping/visit library plans all canceled. Ended up snuggling against mom for a good part of the day before she got an emergency call back to the office.
have been Shagged since, ate a total of 3 meals in the past 30 hours or so, in which i puked two up and managed to keep some corn soup down. starvin but too nauseous to try eating again, for now. So imagine, ive been going on pure liquids! like literally water, ice cubes and precisely one bowl of corn soup. Good news? it really isnt as bad as it sounds, apart from my miserably cramping stomach (it is suffering from a grand total of One menses cramps, One hunger pangs, and One nausea-inducing Evil substance whatever u think it is that keeps the HCl pumping and yet food rejected therefore corroding my stomach walls real melodrama i know), aching asshole (i know it’s unrelated but i think i havent shat for way too long) and real weak knees (not the Hot-guy inspired kind, more like the Havent-eaten-in-days-light-headed-like-you-just-encountered-bright-sunshine-after-a-week-of-being-trapped-in-a-cardboard-container kind), i am well-functioning and real happy about being stuck in bed with aircon and romance novels with a haughty attitude, as always. Not forgetting that i dropped 4kg just like *snapfinger* that! 2kg away from dream weight if only i can keep my appetite like that (meaning Zero appetite which is crazily imposs). still, Heh heh Kex eat your heart out maybe your brain too since u dont need it anyway then you’ll be as skinny ;P k i luv u can u believe she’s like the only one who sent a get well msg? I mean i know im not exactly the next Ms-Homecoming-well-loved-by-everyone-within-a-2-mile-radius, but jeezus.
k la, judging from the amount of care and concern ive received (read: None) im betting nobody really wants to read about my pathetic *sniffle*  state, so i’m back to reading!
~

p/s. I swear im gettin real antsy now that this year is almost over! Gahhhh it makes me dizzy with ecstacy! can anyone say, Hol-li-day-in-Bar-ley-then-Bock-ser-day-Wed-Ding? *big toothy grin*
p/p/s. the feeling u get while dozing in and out between reading love stories should be made into a new kind of drug. Makes me wanna stay in my comforting bednest forever. where else can find this kinda Positive-type, comfy-and-warm-feeling delirium?

what about Sunshine?

‘nuf with the Antics you!

‘Be Yourself’ day. $3 to b retro geek/nerd. heart the class Girls for always being so sporting. Teacher’s day itself, boring as always.
dint go back Xmp despite many offers. heh, what can i say. cold-hearted me.

oh and Lit sem was fun. Aston’s was delish. usual weekend spent with Family, the best kind of haven.

playlist: Michael Jackson, great legend really.
bb.

Power lines went out?

15th, turned out to be another great birthday despite all circumstances.
Sorry for worrying everyone: there was no disappearance in fact!
No Prego at Raffles, no pricey pork loin.
Traded for Chomp chomp crayfish stingray hokkien mee, Frolick, then Sweet Secrets’ mango cheese cake.
Well worth it. <3 family, as always.
like new image, like everyone dont believe i can Clip up fringe and Be Good Girl.

behold my fave teacher of all time.
Miss the rehearsal days for Czardas but lookin forward to diploma, baby steps.
craving more Recitals cuz i can never get enough of grand pianos.
Tchaikovsky’s Nutcracker is crazy beautiful!
enlightenment all in due time, one can Hope.

you think Flag day or Lit sem should go?

i’ll beat a Fussy, Hasty Retreat when things go South.

basically i am just Itching to blog. too much time on my hands nothing to do but stare at rain which is getting a wee bit depressing.
no need for relinking this is like ad int lah, unless i fall in love with WordPress, what with Blogger fucking things up all the damn time.

the Crucible was pretty fun, but the play itself wasnt near as good as Dimsum Dollies imo. so shoot me for being cynical, but Spore theatre will always be mehwhatever~

wkend was pretty okay too i guess. What i dont understand is why Sporeans can never dress up just a bit more. Like fine if u wanna look sloppy in town but i dont, right? So when Sixuan and i showed up like that^ for the usual Sunday lunch we got a load of bullshit from our relatives. what i wanna know is, Why? arent we doing great in other aspects? why not become fashion capital?
k i know ridic lah. just why, though. Sporeans will be Sporeans.

Real non-patriotic considering how National day just passed. Or maybe not just, but ive lost track of my days kinda. this year zooms.

i wanna get on with learning a thousand dramatic loud theatrical Romantic era piano classics, and some funky 20th century. Novellete pwns so far, Vals Romantico close second.

abrupt end; you know how menopausing women get hot flashes? I get like, Piano Flashes, when i talk/type/think about piano. Or when i see a piano. but must be good one.
kbye.