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.

Labels: exams, myself, Neo, people, rehearsals

Safe to say Twilight wasn’t that amazing. It was a bit disappointing really, the acting was a little off; Edward Cullen didn’t come off half as perfect as he actually was in the book, no offence to Robert Pattinson’s hardcore fans. It wasn’t really that bad, it just wasn’t that awesome. But I guess it’s alright. Jasper was soooo *faints*. And Paths was right, they only showed Jacob FIVE whole times throughout the whole film. Geez.

A funny scene from last weekend’s hangout was me & Neesah’s little marathon around the cinema right before Twilight began. I came late, practically just before the movie started, barely missing the beginning and if that wasn’t enough I needed to badly to use the ladies’ that Neesah & I literally ran through the cinema all the way to the toilet round back =.= We were running like mad not wanting to miss a second of Twilight, it was kind of surprising really that the cinema ushers didn’t think we were trying to sneak into the cinema from the back or something, the way we ran as if we were chased.

Literally running to the toilet, slamming the cubicle door, yanking my pants off, willing my bladder to empty faster than it naturally would, pulling my pants back on and racing back to my seat (which was not to mention, right at the front, that means about 20 flights of steps to race down), we made it, just missing about 5 seconds or so. New record. And the rest of else is spent slouching in my seat, comparing every scene to the book’s rendition I’ve memorized in my head, digesting high-quality popcorn, eagerly awaiting Jasper Cullen’s every appearance on screen. Which, depressingly, was quite a few times only. He didn’t even have much dialogue! Honestly.

I guess it wasn’t quite a rip off though, but I reckon I’d have appreciated the movie much better if I had the self control not to read the book. From a cinematic point of view, all literary works aside, I’d give the movie an 8 and a half.

It was great though, going out with my buddies again. I’ve missed Haylie & Shannon Shannon a lot. Oh, speaking of Shannon, she finally admitted Edward hasn’t got rabies. YES. Who wouldn’t fall for any of the Cullens eh? What I pretty much regret though was I didn’t get to spend any time at all with Ells, Aikks & Josh. They watched Twilight at some other time and it didn’t help at all that I came ridiculously late with only minutes to spare with them. Gee. Oh well. There’s always next time. I miss them like mad already.


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I guess I won’t be going anywhere this Christmas, just spending it here at home. Oh, joy. I guess there’s that party on the 27th that I’m pretty much looking forward to. Though, sometimes I really feel there isn’t much I’m doing at home except eat, sleep, repeat. Oh, plus rehearsals in between. Yeah.

Oh & I heard the PMB results are out and they’ve failed like, practically everyone who ONLY FAILED BM. What in the hell is that? They can’t really give us an F for the whole damn thing just for failing BM! BM is just a pointless subject that I couldn’t care any less about. I don’t want to study it, and I’m freaking sure don’t need it. MOE, YOU CANNOT FAIL ME FOR FAILING BM.

I get As in loads of places and I fail solely BM and then you flunk me just for that one insignificant, not just to me, but a thousand other kids think so too, tactless subject, which I’m certain I’m not going to need at all in 10 years time. Tell me, for the love of God, where is the justice in that? That is, if MOE really has failed us. That’s just what I heard; I haven’t really had to willpower to go and Google my results for myself.

Man. I hope this sudden outburst of crankiness is due to PMS. Really. I don’t wanna be the Grouch for Christmas. Nope, not gonna wreck all this for myself. Tis the season to be jolly, is it not?

Labels: exams, hanging out, school, things that piss me off

“..PMB’s over...Let’s do it again!”
-Isaac (douchebag!)


I can hardly believe it though, that PMB’s finally over. All the whatnot we’ve been put through for 3 years has no use for us now. Whoooohoooooo. Hence the burning of the notes. Well, I changed my mind, decided not to go burning anything for two reasons:


01. It’s a waste of paper (I’m all for saving Mother Nature).
02. I don’t wanna be part of the reason the friggin’ North Pole’s melting.

So I was thinking I’d just give my notes off to some year 8 kid or something. Yeah. So PMB’s done. And nope, it still has not sunk in. But you know what the hardest part of the exam was? It wasn’t the essays or the Q.E.D. Math problems. The hardest part is sitting still on a stone-hard wooden chair for more than hour with nothing to do but wait for the end of the exam. Yeah. That was the hardest bloody part of it all.

I mean if I CAN’T SIT STILL FOR MORE THAN A COUPLE OF MINUTES, what more 2 hours?! I’d go mad. Seriously. And the chairs? Come on, give me a break, my ass hurts like everytime I get out of the friggin’ hall. Honestly. Who can stand sitting on those for 120 minutes?!

And I’d be bored out of my skull doing absolutely nothing. I pretty much end up vandalizing my exam papers with my doodles and one-liners and all. Yeah, hope they give me a plus mark for the drawings, you know like, “Artist’s Creativity Bonus” or something. Haha. I wish. I was so struck by boredom too that I actually counted the number of tiles on the classroom floor.


[talking, after the History exam]

Chels: 954.
Aikks: What?
Chels: 954.
Aikks: What’s that?
Chels: 954. There are 954 tiles on the floor I’m in.
Aikks: [puts on an incredulous expression]


Yessum, I am happy, happy, happy that the exams are over and I don’t have to endure sitting quietly anymore. Now we’ve all got a new challenge: what to do with a 61 day holiday.

Mmhmmm. I know, we’ve all been so psyched for the holidays and all and now it’s here staring at us and we don’t know what to do with it. Well some of us don’t. Others are going off to some distant country for a holiday while some of us have yet to figure what to do for 8 weeks of free time.

Well, there are loads of things going on on weekends, so that’s covered. I’m spending this weekend at Rona’s for her pre-birthday celebration thing (she’s buried in school work this month, I never knew JIS overworks their kids), swimming, horror movies, pizza, the likes. I can’t wait.

I have rehearsals for the upcoming concert on Thursday & Saturday nights and I’m gonna spend just about every weekend with my buddies at the mall or something. I’m still trying to get a fulltime job now to fill up the weekdays.

So things looked forward to this month:

01. Rona’s sleepover.
02. Danice’s birthday thing. (I’m not really sure about this)
03. Rehearsals (I don’t wanna sound like a total douche or something but I do love rehearsing)
04. This Thursday (For reasons I decline to put down *griiins*)
05. The weekends.
06. The concert on the 22nd.
07. Graduation Day. Whoooohoooo.
08. St George’s prom thing
09. And loads of other things.

I suggest taking up a course to learn something this holiday. So I’m gonna take some time these months to be more the next Joe Trohman. By the end of 2008, you’ll see me with awesome riffs galore up my sleeve. I hope. Haha ;]


A few photographs from the last day of exams:





Aikks & I.



Aikks, Marla & myself.




Ice Cream Junkies Inc.



Shan, Me & Kev.

Labels: exams, myself, photographs, school

Chels: Dude! Guess what I wrote for number 4d, Section C? I didn’t know the answer.
Qawi: What? What did you write?
Chels: I was like, “Refer to Form 3 Textbook.”
Qawi: Chels, that’s a stupid answer. You should’ve written “Google it yourself.” That would’ve been smarter.

Yeah. I know. Well hey! They didn’t want you to leave any blanks so I thought “Refer to Form 3 textbook” would’ve been a sensible answer if you didn’t know the actual answer. I’m clever, live with it. Haha, so it’s either the checker’d get ticked off my smart answer or they’d get impressed and give me plus marks. Chyeah, as if. Hey, it could happen, know.

But I agree with Qawi. “Google it yourself” would be the smartest answer! >< I’ve been waiting for the chance to give off that answer, glad it’s here.

Lucky fellas though, the people who sit for IRK instead of Commerce. Their exams ended today & the holiday begins for them. Dude, you shoulda seen them, all happy and such when the invigilators announce the end of the exam.

Invigilator: Those whose exams end today, all the best & happy holidays!
IRK students: YEAHHH! [grins & smirks]
Invigilator: Those who’re sitting for Commerce, I’ll see YOU tomorrow.
Commerce students: [grooooaaaaannnnnnnn]

It won’t be long now *evil, sinister, maniac laugh*. Today was fun! All the goofy douchey conversations us kids get into. Here are some conversations today:


[Aikks needs to photocopy commerce notes, it’s half past 5, most teachers’ve gone home]

Aikks: Are there still any people in the front office?
Chels: Um like, Uncle Kenneth?
Aikks: Yeah.

[Uncle Kenneth is right behind Aikks, goes into his car]

Chels: Well, he’s getting into his car now.
Aikks: NOOO! I NEED TO PHOTOCOPY SOMETHING!!
Chels: Well you better hurry, he just shut the door.
Aikks: NOO! [digs into her bag for the papers]
Chels: He’s putting in the key.
Aikks: [still frantically digging, screaming hysterically]
Chels: He’s turned on the ignition.
Aikks: NO! [in hysterics, still searching]

[His car leaves the parking lot]

Chels: He just left.

X

[Aikks & Chels arguing about who gets to keep commerce notes]

Chels: I need it too!
Aikks: Well, you’re smarter than me!
Chels: Aha! I’ll take that as a confession!

X

[Chels, Aikks walking to Supa Save, sees a stake]

Chels: Hey look, you can use that to kill a vampire.
Aikks: I was gonna say that!
Chels: Oh well.
Aikks: You can only partially kill them with a stake though; you have to use a lemon wedge.
Chels: A lemon what?

X

[Mickko does this incredibly hilarious dance while performing a song by Jet]

Chels: You guys performing that for prom?
Mickko: Maybe. Barry wants me to.
Chels: Oh! Feature me then!
Mickko: Alright! *puts on one of those boxer match announcer voices*
Mickko: Give it up for Barry’s band!! *discreetly & quickly* Plus Chelsea.

X

[Justin walks towards Isaac]

Isaac: Look! It’s a Pokémon!

X

[Sticks, Isaac, Janno & Kiko all talk about nonsensical yet hilarious garbage]

Aikks: I’m with a bunch of retards.
Chels: Oh, I feel your agony.


X

Mickko: You know what they say, I'm the fisherman, not the bait!
Chels: Right.
Isaac: Yeah, and Chelsea killed all the fish.

X

Mickko: Do you think Janno’s dangerous?
Chels: Not at all.
Janno: See?
Mickko: *incredulously* What?!
Chels: He’s as dangerous as a rabbit.
Janno: What?!

X

[still talking about how not dangerous Janno is]

Chels: He’s as dangerous as a box of kittens.
Mickko: Werewolves. WEREWOLVES.

X

[STILL talking about it]

Jemuel: He’s as dangerous as a tree!
Chels: Trees are dangerous, my friend.
Jemuel: Only if you run straight into them!



Good times eh? Good times, I love my mates. I mean, the scenes up there might not have been funny, but hell, they were at the time! I cannot wait for tomorrow, last exam! And then, and then, and then we’re gonna go straight to the mall, celebrate. Oh yeah, guys, don’t forget your timetables!

So, I leave you with photos:


Qawi, myself and Aikks. Good for him, exams are over & done with.


Nickks, Aikks & I.


Me, Afif & Aikks. He’s leaving! I’m gonna miss this dude! Here we go again: everyone leaving x/


Aikks & I.



This crazy bastard mixed two Pepsis together. And drank them. Not that he’ll explode or anything.

Later that night:

[sound of distant explosion]

Chels: Did you guys hear that? Must be Isaac’s stomach. His guts are probably flying halfway across the country right now. Oh well. Don’t say we didn’t warn him.



Well! That is what happens when you mix Mentos and a Coke.


Mmmm...Pepsi.

Mmhmm. Well, gotta run now, need some last minute studying for Commerce.

*Spongebob voice* I’m ready! I’m ready! I’m ready!

Labels: exams, hilarious, photographs, qoutes, school

Soiree at Stick’s house yesterday. We were just messing about with her guitars. And Aikks wouldn’t let go of the bongo drums.


Just a couple more days and it’s all over! Boy, time does go fast, doesn’t it? It’s amazing. PMB is almost over, we’ve made it this far! AND, it wasn’t that hard at all, midyear exams & the mocks were worse! Honestly. It’s probably just me but the papers they gave us this year seem to be the easiest ones of the whole lot. Probably cause they want all of us to pass this year. Hah.

2 more exams. 2 more days. Yeah. Wooohooo *does victory dance*

God knows what we’re gonna do after the exams. Go mad, burn our papers, cry tears of joy, screaming “Hallelujah” I expect. I can’t wait.

Labels: Aikks, exams, photographs, school, Sticks

Stickks was rather sensitive about photos. I seriously have no idea why. We tried ever, ever so hard to get the Nike bag away from her face.





Aikks & I. I have a friggin’ huge smile, haven’t I? Gotta work on that, don’t wanna freak the hell out of people when I try to be friendly.




Nickks & myself.



Qawi, Syadz, Izwan & I, off to lunch. Speaking of which, I am hungry.


At Millenium.



So I suppose you noticed it’s all Muslim kids except me right? Yeah well, I had to hang back after school for music class and they had IRK exams in the afternoon. I had half a mind with the intention of taking IRK as an elective next year, you know just sleep through the whole semester.


COKE!


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Science exam in a couple of hours, I’m good. But pretty hungry. English went alright on Thursday, but I ended up with a lot more words than the required. Like, Section A asked for a 300 words. I ended up with almost 700. Section B’s minimum was about 150, I got about 500. That’s like, 3 times the freaking required! What can I say? Writing is kinda my thing. Honestly. As much as I talk a lot, I write a lot.

So the photo shoot at Neo went alright Thursday night. I seriously didn’t know what to wear and had to ask Rona & Aikks just what online haha, I had to go and webcam myself after dressing up, asking their opinion. Honey or Sarah Jane, I don’t know, told me to wear a dress or some slacks or something and since I had none of the above mentioned, I ended up looking like someone from Panic At The Disco. You know vintage frilly shirt and black non-slacks? I think I looked fine.

I thought I’d adapt my theme from them, they have the awesomest wardrobe, Panic does. It’s like, semi-vintage, classic clothes from the 17th century era. I think.
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Yeah, you totally are. I’m all for it, yet I’m not going to do anything, not a step forward, ‘cause all I know is that it would go nowhere between you and I. And even if it did, it’d probably end so bad we won’t want to ever do something like that again. But I could be wrong, so I suppose it wouldn’t hurt to start off as friends.

Labels: exams, people, personal things, photographs, school

Just a few random photos from today.


6:23 PM
Boy, it’s half past six already and I’m still here at school. Rain is pouring like mad and it’s been goin’ on for HOURS non-stop. It’s freaking dark and wet too. Aikks & Shan left early and all the other kids have gone on home. All who’s left is just a couple of teachers (who, coincidentally, live in the house next to mine, their car is the first thing I hear every morning, first thing would be birds in sing-song, offering me a ride home), a lone 7th grader and myself. Where could my dad be? This is like, unfashionably late and I am ravenously hungry, I’d eat a whale. No wait, they’re endangered, something else big then.

6:29 PM
Aha! Dad’s here! Apparently, he forgot about me. Oh well, at least I get to eat my whale now. Or not, or not!

6:56 PM
Stuffed. And no, I didn’t eat a whale or anything huge or less and endangered, just some beef. So today’s paper, that is, was a total piece of work, easy as anything (I don’t wanna use the phrase ‘piece of cake’ cause I’m starting to think I’ve overused those three words this month). So that’s like what, 2 As? YEAH. Can’t count BM as an A though X/ But you know you aren’t supposed to count your chickens. What a phrase.

7:10 PM
More papers to add to my ‘burn pile’. I keep all my notes and stuff from the last 3 years and once the exams are over and done with, I’m gonna burn them. You know, to symbolize our liberty and all. Haha. Yeah, if you’re a fellow 9th grader from my school, bring your timetable on the last day of exams and we’ll make a bonfire. *manic grin*

8:40 PM
Well that took long. There are a lot of papers you know. But it didn’t help that my mom brought home some chicken from Supa Save and I ate like, more than half of it, getting distracted by some nonsense on TV or losing my notes for the concert. As in music notes & tabs and such.

8:42 PM
Speaking of which...our rehearsals tomorrow’s gonna be a full official photo shoot, so they told me to show up wearing something “nice and formal”. And of course, I don’t have anything “formal”, so I guess I’ll put on something “nice”. In my words, those probably mean a shirt & tie. Oh, and did I mention these photos MIGHT make it to the papers? :S Least I’ll be famous. Right.

8:45 PM
You’re probably wondering why I’m not studying right? Tomorrow’s English and it’s gonna be– you better be lactose intolerant (quotes Barney from How I Met Your Mother)– a piece of cake. You know the key it to believe it will be. Always ends up the way you think it will if you really think it will.

8:51 PM
Hey, the rain’s finally stopped. Thought it’d go on through the night. Haha, I wonder if Barry got home alright. I still have a picture of him going “I wanna go home!” every 15 seconds in my head. Which reminds me of this really insane conversation Aikks, Barry, Haz & I had earlier:


[We talk about the upcoming prom, Barry says he has two dates, asks Aikks to be his third]

Barry: And at the end of the night, there’d be a foursome!

*disgusted silence*

Chels: [puts on a ‘that’s-so-wrong’ look]
Haz: [follows suit]
Aikks: Hey, not fair, you guys are graduating this year! *pokes Barry & Haz*

*5 seconds silence*

Aikks: YUUCCCCKKKK! FOURSOME!!!!!


And the 3 of us, mostly myself couldn’t stop laughing for like, 5 minutes stop after that. Aikks; the lagger. What can we do without em right?

8:56 PM
So there’s a prom on the 29th of next month. Someone’s already asked me, but I declined. Ehe. Well anyway, maybe I’ll be in the mood next time someone else asks. HAH, I DOUBT IT. x)

Labels: Aikks, Barry, exams, Haz, hilarious, photographs, random, school

Today’s math was so friggin’ easy (THANK GOD). Like...whoa, you know? It’s got to be easiest paper among the past years, no freakin’ exaggeration. I’m just pretty freaked that my answers could be wrong. I have this, say, “curse” which makes me do all these stupid careless mistakes, like put 6 where a 7 should be, or place the decimal point somewhere else or something equally dumb.

But anyway, I doubt I did a lot of those this time and I hope to God it’s an A. Please be an A. You gotta believe it’s an A. Alright, I believe it’s an A *grins* I’ll make you proud [insert names of all Math teachers I’ve had for the past 36 months].

I just didn’t get to check it my answers much, I was at the last page and then I glanced up at the clock, which showed 10 minutes towards the end. Plus I had to go over the blanks I’ve left. And there was this one particular question where we had to calculate how many sides this polygon had and well, I got it in the end, like finally, knew God wouldn’t fail me (faith, it works, try it), and my answer showed a 24 sided polygon. I mean, 24 sides? Is that even possible? I suppose it is...Math is so perplexing (quotes Richelle). And that was like the last question I left blank, and I got it anyway so total number of blanks is down to: zero. *makes everyone else proud*

It’s not just me, everyone else says it’s easy, so Paper 2 i.e. tomorrow’s paper, should be, must be, and has to be wicked easy. You know what was the hardest part throughout today’s exam? Holding in my piss for about 2 hours max. Man, you shoulda seen me, the moment the invigilator went “you may leave”, I ran off the to ladies’ faster than an arrow. I suppose my bladder won’t ever be the same again. HAHA. Oh well.

So acing Math tomorrow (coughoverconfidentmuchcough). G’nite.

Labels: exams, school

Because, it was a piece of cake!

HAHAHA. Richelle came up with that earlier today, cheers babe. Congratulations with Siff, I’m pretty sure you’re happy now, you deserve it! (now, if only I could follow her example...)

The exam was, I mean. I absolutely can NOT believe it. For the first time in my entire life, I actually managed to write a BM composition, something totally out of my jurisdiction. And I bet the grammar is garbage and my choice of words suck, but who cares?! At least I answered Paper 1, just winging practically EVERYTHING along the way.

Hallelujah! We had this mini prayer thingy, me and the rest of the gang, right before the exam & yeah, God did help us. YEAH!Three cheers for Jesus! Ameneth.

My answers are probably whack but at least I know I tried my hardest right? Give it a credit guys! If you don’t, I will sue. Kidding.

I just hate the stupid chairs and tables, they’re so wooden and hard and, and, and sharp! Give me break man! Who can sit on those chairs and not be in agony? Oh, and there was this crack invigilator who I think is on cocaine or something. I’m no fashionista or anything of the sort but at least I don’t wear green platforms with a long pink dress! Geez, that is well bad.

And she wore her glasses the wrong way, like out of her headscarf or tudong. I was tempted to ask her whether she had ears or not, but that would be mean, plus I’d get disqualified. And there was this one point where her phone rang amidst the silence of the hall and guess what her ringtone was? THE SPONGEBOB THEME SONG. That is a classic moment. Of course, nobody else thought if funny since they were all mucking around in anxiety about their compositions and letter writing and stuff. Spongebob. Honestly!

And during the second paper, I swear, I understood most of the stuff said! It was like...I had this mini translator thingy in my head. It wasn’t that bad, I probably wouldn’t flunk the paper. Another one of God’s miracles. I swear to you, I have no idea why, but I actually understood bits of the paper. (I’m not exaggerating.)

I feel freaking sleepy though, I didn’t get enough sleep last night. You should’ve seen me; I was attempting to talk myself to sleep. I spent about, almost a couple hours maybe, tossing around in my duvet trying to fall asleep but it was pointless. You shoulda seen me. But like, it wasn’t cause I was nervous or panicky, I mean, not at all dude! I was actually pretty excited for the exam.

And I wasn’t only the one slacking away last night; I found quite a lot of 9th year students online last night, refusing to give in to the temptation of last-minute cramming. I salute you people.

Next exam’s Math on Monday. Math? Nothing to it either.

Labels: exams, hilarious, people, Richelle, school, things that piss me off

Quoting Jon Mikael Acosta aka Mickko.

Days to PMB: 1

Well lads, this is it. The moment we have NOT been waiting for. I mean, I never really thought this day would come you know? The last day before PMB. Okay, yeah, I knew it had to come some day, I just thought that something would happen along the way, like the MOE’d change their minds and cancel it. Guess not.

I still cannot believe that we’re finally having the exam tomorrow. TOMORROW.

Kinda kills doesn’t it? Well for some odd reason, I don’t feel nervous or anxious or anything. I just wanna get over and be done with it already. Hell, almost everyone I know went through this well before us, and if they can do it, then we definitely can. I mean, it can’t be that hard right?

We’ve had three days stuck at home revising 3 years worth of information for the next three weeks. Yeah, I’ve been studying. If you can call “intently studying, observing and concluding the last 5 PMB papers trying to figure out a PATTERN so as to know what is coming out this year just so that I can do as little studying as possible” studying. Know what I’m saying?

I’ve practically cracked the system and figured out patterns for almost all the subjects. Well, either I’m incredibly brilliant enough to figure all that out what question’s be asked this year or I’m just too lazy to read my textbooks.

But I’m not kidding, I seriously figured out what COULD be coming out. Sorry I didn’t tell you guys earlier. Haha. I just can’t stand sitting around and memorizing stuff, I have this REALLY SHORT ATTENTION SPAN.

Instead of being poster teen of procrastinator (that’s Ells’ job), I’m model kid of zero-attention span. Yep. I get distracted by the smallest thing. But I managed to study everything I possibly can while getting distracted every 5 minutes by either my guitar, Sudoku, food, FaceBook or MSN.

I don’t have a FaceBook but Ells let me borrow her account the other day and it is actually quite fun. I’m not sure if I should get one though. You’d have to upload photos all the time, get comments from people, reply people’s comments, edit this, edit that and all that junk. I’m just not ready for that kind of commitment you know.

That’s why I’ve neglected my Friendster. Oh, and I opened my Friendster the other day for the FIRST TIME IN SIX MONTHS and guess what I found?

600 new comments. I am loved. No really. I appreciate all those who’ve sent me comments during my Friendster inactivity ( I don’t think you’ve realized that I’ve stopped using it), thanks a lot, but I’m afraid I just can’t reply all that. Commitment you know? I lack it. But for those who still wanna stalk me, if you’re lucky, I might get a FaceBook. Just after PMB alright?

I actually thought I’d be less on the Net these three days but in fact it was the most time I’ve spent. Hey, I’ve got good reasons for being online every night! Aikks and I have been online exchanging BM notes we’ve (mostly I) lost. I mean seriously, who nicks my papers from my bag anyway?! Geez.

I’ve managed to study everything for BM the last two days so that I can spend the last day relaxing instead of hopelessly cramming. I’m brilliant :DD I have a concert to study for too man! I have to memorize tabs, chords, notes and all not just innate details of The Sarajevo Incident or something.

Well, g’luck to all fellow 9th graders all over the country. If it doesn’t kill you, it makes you stronger. Right? I don’t know, I just got it from some movie, Spiderman I think, seemed right to put it there. Haha.

PMB? It’s a piece of chocolate mousse.

Labels: exams, FaceBook, Friendster, myself, school

5 o’clock already? I just fell asleep reading Saint Maybe (this really cool novel Richelle lent me, I know should at least be reading my textbooks or notes) at around half past two and next thing I know, my mom’s nudging at me to get up (she doesn’t want me to sleep the whole afternoon). I lost some sleep last night, I don’t know, either my mild insomnia from the mock exam days has made a comeback or I was excited to get back to school the next day. Or both.

(Or maybe because my 11 year old brother won't stop talking about Josh and Spongebob Squarepants. He thinks Josh lives under a rock and he even bet his favorite character was Squidward since they're both so pessimistic and all. And guess what, I asked Josh who he liked in Spongebob and he did Squidward. HAHA. I think my bro may be stalking you Josh. I don't even know how in Pete's name did we start talking about you, like, I swear.)

So I was pretty droopy eyed and the only thing that made me get outta bed was the white spaghetti sitting on my desk. FOOD. Works all the time.

Anyway, sometimes I think time goes way too fast, faster than it really should. Like the fact that PMB is only 10 days away. They really ought rewind time (which is technically, you know, IMPOSSIBLE) or like, postpone it. I’m pretty sure the rest of the Year 9 population are in favour of that decision. Right fellas? We’ll vote you for president when the elections come around. No wait, we don’t have a President. Well, it’s not like it’s legal for teens to vote anyway.

OBAMA, IF YOU’RE READING THIS, COULD YOU, PLEASE, PLEASE, PLEASE POSTPONE OUR EXAMS? THANKS A LOT, YOU’LL MAKE A GREAT PRESIDENT, GOD BLESS AMERICA. Haha, yeah right, as if he’d suddenly find me writing this. Oh wait, I could ask Paths to talk to him. HAHA. Okay, Chelsea’s finally lost it, my bad.

After fourteen days, you would miss school and the people who’re usually in it. I literally hugged the walls of my class today. Okay, that was lame =.= But anyway, it’s great to be back, it’s been pretty long and I already forgot what books we were supposed to bring and what subjects we had and a million other things.

And guess what? We’re still using that stupid schedule from last month, the one with 5 periods of Math. *sigh. So I think the holidays went by too fast. Oh well. But I really oughta run and study, honestly, I shouldn’t even be writing this, and just so you know, I might be posting a little less frequently.
So if you come here, staring at the same post you’ve seen yesterday or yester-yesterday, then that means I probably glued my ass to the table and forcing myself to take in details of World War I or like, applying the Pythagorean Theorem or something.

I have really got to balance my time and all; I have to make a major decision in a few days, I have a major exam in a couple of weeks, and a major concert a month away. WHICH YOU GUYS BETTER BE AT, I BETTER SEE YOUR FACES IN THE AUDIENCE! Neo’s staging a concert marking their 3rd anniversary next month and I can’t wait. Haha, more details on that later. So anyway, ending this now. Skavush.


Days to PMB: 10

Labels: exams, Josh, music, people, random, school, Spongebob