Something I’ve learnt about writing: If you feel that rush to write something, you’d better write it down now cause then later you won’t feel that pressing feeling to write that thing you wanted to write about earlier, therefore resulting in the loss of an entry that could’ve been at the least a mite entertaining. Savvy?

Hence, my shooting blanks......

Stuff that should’ve been written about earlier:

1. PMB Results
2. My aggressiveness towards the M.O.E.
3. Rehearsals before (oh, joy)
4. “The Double Taken Epiphany Over [insert name of object of interest here]”
5. Rehearsals yesterday (joy, joy)


Let’s start with number one. I got six A’s out of the seven I originally aimed for. I suppose that isn’t bad at all, I mean come on, 6 A’s right? ‘Sides, it wasn’t like I put much effort into the exam at all. You know me, lousy sleazebag. I merely stared at my textbooks, taking in as much as I can at the time with Wheatus playing as background music and all the time preoccupied with rehearsals (for the concert last November) every day.

Tell me, how many people can scrounge up 6 A’s after spending the night of the exam not memorizing the exact function of the pulmonary artery but instead perfecting solos? Okay kidding, I didn’t commit to any major soloing but you get my meaning. So yes, 6 A’s and a B (I got a B for computer, who cares anyway, the made us draw triangles and stuff, although it didn’t help that I deliberately scribbled “Refer to Form 3 textbook” as an answer to certain question, but yeah). Not bad. Not bad at all.

Of course, I got a D for BM. So what? I passed. Like Fall Out Boy said in one of the sweetest and most meaningful songs ever to be heard, “the best way to make it through with hearts and wrists intact is to realize 2 out of 3 ain’t bad.” That’s my motto. (I always thought they meant it to be for romantics but I guess it covers the academic front as well.)

And about my hostility towards MOE, I don’t feel the urgency to write about it now. They were just being unreasonably unfair & were showing a ridiculous amount of injustice towards foreigners therefore giving me the urge to drop a nuclear warhead right into the heart of the MOE building thus incinerating them all to ashes. Nothing much.

“Starts at my nose, make my crinkle my toes..” That’s one way to sing Bubbly. Hahahahaha. Seems like someone smells. Rehearsals at Neo of course, is always worth writing about. The parodies Teacher Sharon makes (I’m almost certain either you or T. Honey is reading this, there, I blogged it, hahaha), Chuan & Calvin’s one-liners, the ludicrous nicknames my friends have given me and all that. Always a joy. There was also this one time where T. Sharon thought that Jason Mraz’s I’m Yours was nothing but a perverted serenade: “Open up your pants and damn you’re free.” Hahahahaha. Honestly. She heard it all wrong. Funny what a mess that can create.

Some have taken up the habit of calling me all sorts of petnames. They’re all weird and nonsensical really. There’s “weirdo” (Nina gave me that name, I guess by now you can pretty much sum up why), there’s Coke, since I stubbornly refused to be recalled as The Weirdo, Joe calls me “his dear” as in “What’s the matter my dear?”, there’s the incredibly unintelligent one, Chel The Sea by Calvin, and there’s also Sexy Mama (which really freaks me out, you have no idea).

There’s also the corniest of them all, My Fair Maiden, courtesy of Chuan. Geez. And if that isn’t cheesy enough, he also refers to me as Juliet. As for Romeo, why don’t you ask him yourself who it is? And the one other nickname I so warned them not to call me: Chepii. I’m not in the 6th grade anymore! And of course, there’s the very creative one: Chelsea. Yep, nothing like getting back to basics, don’t ya think?

If name calling wasn’t enough, they make fun of my habit of swearing in Chinese. Now every single one of them is going around bellowing “WAAAAAAAALAO!” I’m not quite sure what it means in English, I just think it’s better swearing in a foreign language cause then nobody’d know you were using an expletive. But yeah, they say the way I pronounce it is hilarious =.= These guys.

About number 4. No comment. Maybe I’d find myself the urge to write about that later.

Number 5. I spent the whole afternoon at Neo yesterday (come to think of it I spend every single day at Neo; I’m practically living there already). I had class at around 1:45 till about 3 and there were rehearsals at 5 so I didn’t bother going home. That gave me about a couple hours to kill. I spent the first one on my laptop and when Joey ran out of battery, I took a walk around the neighbourhood and was sort of like, stalked by these two kids. Yeah.

Rehearsals were great as usual (it’s kinda like protocol, rehearsals MUST be fun), demurring the fact that I was starving and all the food available was a packet of watermelon & lemon flavoured Nerds, sour bombs and a bottle of water. Nerds do not qualify as food! But above all else, it was fun. Only we were missing Neesah and the rest. Neesah, oh, Neesah, wherefore art thou Neesah? KK, I heard. I wanna go to KK too! *sulks* And Howard was inexcusably late; actually, he came when practice was over.


Howard enters.

Chels & Chuan: Dude, you’re so late! Practice is over!
Howard: Is practice over?
Chels: Chyeah. It’s 7! Rehearsals were at like, 5. You’re two hours late.
Howard: Oh. Okay.

Howard leaves.


That was so weird. Though, I’m not quite sure whether he actually came late on purpose or honestly didn’t know rehearsals weren’t at 7 *shrugs* T. Honey wasn’t there the whole practice; she went off to have her hair redone or something. She had a haircut sometime earlier and she thinks her hair was “butchered” and therefore went to some other parlour to get it fixed. Tsktsk. I wonder how her hair is now. *shrugs again*

I guess that’s about it for the last few days... Oh my Lord, Christmas is in five days! That was way quick. It’s Mom’s birthday on 24th (pretty cool date eh?), I’ve yet to get her a birthday gift. Wow. Now that’s real quick. Can you guys believe it’s December already? Next thing you know, holidays are over and done with, we’ll be back in school, our behinds stuck on the chairs, attempting to understand ‘O’ Level material and anxiously awaiting the bell to signal recess and/or dismissal. But hey, at least I’ll be with my mates. Makes school (mostly, our school’s to blame, I guess I could do with any other school, our school’s like a military what with Ronnie running it like it is one) whole lot bearable.

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