It’s Mom’s birthday today. Nothing special, just a family dinner of seafood spaghetti & barbequed lamb. All we got her was a nice book of cartoons about mothers which we saw last minute at the bookstore yesterday. Well, happy birthday Mom! I love you so much. <333333333

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We could make love not war, and with peace in our hearts.

-A Little Respect by Wheatus


Seems awfully lonely spending Christmas Eve at home listening to Amber Pacific. I mean, this is Christmas Eve right? You’re supposed to be out there having a party or whatever. I guess not this year. Inconsequently, I’m just sitting here working on my Christmas list. Joy.

So. What do I want for Christmas? Nothing really, just what any regular hippie wants. Peace, love, an end to war. That’s all. Anything for the good of mankind. Oh, and an iTouch & a Washburn WI26 Joe Trohman signature series. That’s about it. Really. Kay, so the Christmas list is done.

Okay...I feel lonelier than ever. I want my mates! But I reckon they’re all off with their own families eating out somewhere, counting down the seconds to Christmas. Yep. Wow. Being alone is lonely, but being alone on Christmas is even worse than lonely! I spent last Christmas at Miri, in a hotel with Kevin’s family while my parents and his sipped on wine out on the balcony and Kev & I explored at the hotel, momentarily chilling at the bar. At least it wasn’t that lonely.

Let’s dissect the cause of the loneliness here, shall we?

1. There’s no Christmassy look around here.
2. It’s a Muslim country.
3. It’s a CONSERVATIVE Muslim country.
4. I have no money to buy anyone presents.
5. Everyone else hasn’t got money to buy me any (not that I expected any, I don’t really get much for Christmas)

Basically, the core of the loneliness is that this is Brunei. And that is a good enough reason. At least I’ve got the 27th & 30th to look forward to! Party at Rona’s and Christmas brunch at Excapade with my Neo buddies. Ahh, not so lonely after all.

It’s just the lack of Christmas spirit! I feel devoid of it right now. The only time I came close to actually feeling all Christmassy was yesterday when I went off to the mall with Rona to buy an exchange gift for the 27th and I didn’t have enough cash on me and so the nice lady at Xplorer gave me a discount. And that’s about it. Sad, isn’t it? Oh Brunei, when will you mend your ever so dull ways? No wonder no one’s ever heard about us at all. Tiny little pinprick on the face of the Earth.

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Half an hour till Christmas! You know..some people have totally forgotten what Christmas is all about. Really. It’s about Jesus Christ’s birth, him coming down to save us from our sins. Not presents and gifts (I don’t mind that bit though) and all that much about Santa Claus shoving himself down your chimney, goodness, no. It’s to celebrate the birth of Christ. But you don’t remember that, do ya?

Labels: birthdays, Christmas, myself

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

I guess I’m pretty much above the norm from other girls. The way I talk, walk, dress & my less-than-feminine interests? Especially dress. I had absolutely no reason to worry about what I’m going to wear tomorrow when I go with twenty or so (hey, it is Twilight, Edward Cullen, hello?) of my friends and Ella’s combined, until she told me she’s been doing nothing all day but exchanging photos with Niks about what they’re gonna wear tomorrow. Wow. Since when did my girlfriends start dolling up whenever they go out?

She’s out there getting drabbed by Niks, fretting over what blush on she should use while I am here reading my 10th grade Biology textbook, wondering which part of our body does the alveolus domiciles in. I am such a nerd. Oh my goodness. Just last night in bed, I calculated how much each person would have to bring for tomorrow (what with everyone being broke and all). The number of pizzas we’d need, the number of pizza slices left over, the number of change there’ll be, the amount we’d have to pay and the average amount each person would need just so everyone pays fair. Gah.

Yeah. I get it, I’m a dork, enough said. I’m not the girly girl either. Sure, I get clad in skirts & I like high heels a lot (I have more than 5 pairs, that enough to count as girly?) but other than that, I look like a total dude wearing my normal clothes. Camo shorts, printed tee, Converse sneaks. And I’m not the one pointing it out! My guy bestfriend just told me I “dressed like a guy”. And just about 15 minutes ago, my other guy friend told me that the way I dressed was alright but probably because he thinks of me as a guy. I seriously have to fix my wardrobe, make me look more feminine or something. As if I weren’t feminine enough already. Geez.

All the same, I’m just so psyched about tomorrow. JACOB. Oh Jacob. Oh no wait, Jasper. Oh Jasper. (See? I’m feminine enough to still notice guys for heaven’s sake.) It’s gonna be so much fun. Just your typical day out with your untypical buddies. And also, Chuan wants a rematch after our cheesecake competition Wednesday. This time he says we’d see who can eat cake faster. Chyeah. I’ll win, no worries. Hahahaha. Oh & I cannot wait to see the look on Shannon Shannon’s face when she sets her eyes on Edward Cullen for the first time. Yes, ladies & gentlemen, boys and girls, this primitive teenage girl has not heard of Edward Cullen. Or anything Twilight. Ever.

I’m gonna get such a kick out of it tomorrow. So long fellas.

Labels: hanging out, myself, people

Rona
10-Dec-08 3:09 PM
Chepii! I’m gonna kill you for not coming! Especially for not telling me that you’re not coming!!


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I wonder what Rona & Kevin are up to. No, it’s all like that! Geez, some people. We were supposed to go out today, ‘we’ meaning Rona, Kevin, Aikks, Aaron, Mickko and myself since Rona’s leaving the country Friday.

(And it was also some sort of “official band inauguration” thingy, Kevin’s switched the band members around and he’s certain Rona, Aikks, Aaron A (from Neo slash MD slash church) & I are the perfect mix, and Aaron, the latest addition as the band’s drummer hasn’t met Rona and Aikks yet. Although, Rona is not at all pleased about being included in the band.)

And for some unapparent reason, I didn’t feel like going. No, I didn’t see them dying inside the cinema while the mall burns down or something. I have a theory though as to why I declined to going out today. It was possibly because I doubt I’d be missing anything; Kevin’s bait for me to go was Twilight which he thought premiers today.

Unfortunately sucky ol’, well, whoever is in charge of this country’s entertainment & cinematic needs, won’t be premiering Twilight until tomorrow. So I guess, yeah, what’s the point in me going if they aren’t watching Twilight right?

Due to the annoyingly frustrating postponement of a pretty much awaited movie, like ever, I’m probably going out this weekend with Ells & Aikks and a bunch of other St George kids to watch it. Chyeah. Go Jacob. JACOB. Either Jacob or Jasper. JASPER.

Anyway, back to the beginning: I wonder what Kevin and Rona are up too. Oh, the other three? Well, Aikks decided not to go as well since I won’t be there, says she ‘can’t have fun without me’ (aww, that’s nice), Aaron, I’m not sure he made it or not but I doubt it and Mickko, wait—Mickko’s probably there. Happy belated birthday perfect guy from planet Perfect (quotes Kiks)! Love.

I guess I’ve to rephrase it now. I wonder what Kevin, Rona and Mickko are up to now. Beats me. Rona spent the last weekend at my place and Kev & Aikks were here Saturday...although, I’m still not clear on why they were here. *shrugs.


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Band reunion tonight! YEAH. Actually, it’s the awarding ceremony tonight for the concert people i.e. = BAND REUNION. Although you can’t exactly call it perfectly a reunion, with Nina being in Europe having the time of her life (“I wish I could bring back Disneyland with me!”). And she’s all worked up about missing the awarding and rehearsals for Acoustic Night and Acoustic Night and yeah. Neenz, I’d gladly trade places with you given the chance.

I’ve yet to raid my closet for something ‘semi-formal’ to wear. After all the ‘semi-formal’ occasions at Neo I am seriously running out of anything ‘semi-formal’ to wear. I told my teacher I’d wear a cheongsam (is that how it’s spelt?). Who on Earth wears a cheongsam to an awarding ceremony? Chinese New Year is ages away. And I’m not Chinese.

Okay, that doesn’t solve anything. I still don’t have anything to wear. I’ll just open up my wardrobe and pick up the first thing that deems “something semi-formal that I don’t think I’ve worn at Neo yet despite the number of times I’ve had to...which was about 3”. So let me just go and check it out.

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Do denim jeans count as formal? I suppose if it does if I you pick the right top. So. I’ll just wear this brown blouse thing I got from Ego. Which was a couple of years ago. I do hope it still fits.

Okay, I have to run. Dad’s nagging at us to get our lazy bums downstairs and play badminton. Yeah. Oh wait—I can’t. I’ve been doing sit ups yesterday. The outcome? My entire abdomen hurts like mad everytime I stretch, laugh or sneeze. And I can’t spread my limbs. Oy vey.

Labels: band, birthdays, hanging out, myself

The Show Must Go On. Oh But, Can’t We Have Still Have Rehearsals After?

Chuaneee 21-Nov-08 11:32 PM
My mom said she’s gonna make sandwiches and muffins for tomorrow. PS Calvin, still bring your snacks and Nina, it’s non-halal, do you mind?

Chels 21-Nov-08 11:35 PM
You’re so weird =.= As long as they’re ain’t any pork in it, Nina should be fine. Haha, Alright, see you tomorrow Chuan. PS Thanks a LOT for the credit :D:D:D

Chuaneee 21-Nov-08 11:40 PM
Haha. Don’t mention it. Pork sandwiches and pork muffins? DUSGUSTING.


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Joeeey 22-Nov-2008 12:10 AM
Haha sure I’ll wait. Yea, I’m anxious as well. Tomorrow is such a big day, yet a sad day for me as well.. As I’ll miss ALL of you guys a lot. Especially this group of ours.

Chels 22-Nov-2008 12:12 AM
I know right ;( I feel so sad! >< Gahh! Well, exchange numbers and emails :D Keep in touch of course! I’M SO GONNA MISS EVERYONE :(

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Chuaneee 20-Nov-08 3:24 PM
Hey Chels, I bought Ruffles for you tonight. Haha, can you buys marshmallows?

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Neesahhh 20-Nov-08 6:33 PM
Chelsea, Chelsea, where art thou Chelsea?

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Neena 22-Nov-08 11:26 AM
I’m not sure if I can make it at 2. I’ll text you, cause I’m doing my hair next to the mall XD PS. Chuan is tall and evil at the same time ><

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Honestly. With these guys, I just wanna have rehearsals & practice over and over.

This is it fellas. The concert’s on tonight at 7:30. I’m so psyched. It’s sure as hell gonna be a big night yet a sad one, ending on a melancholy note. Dang it. I’m gonna miss everyone, EVERYONE. It’s just so sad, that after tonight, we won’t be seeing each other much after that. Especially my new found friends, we’re like a family.

It’s amazing how this concert’s brought us together, Neesah, Nina, Haylie, Chuan, Calvin & of course, Joey (Quack). Hahaha. We’re like a family, like I said. There’s Neesah, awesome singer (she can go opera) and friend, she’s actually the vocalist for Kev’s band. Nina, the heavy metal girl, and goodness, all she can think about if food. Mmm. Food. And Chuan & Calvin, bloody nice fellas, Chuan even gave me $20 bucks worth of credit FOR FREE, can’t get enough of their one-liners, funny without even trying. There’s also Haylie, Chuan’s cousin, she’s a pianist. And Joeey! He’s like 19 and seems to act as the designated driver and takes us anywhere (mostly for food, I swear), he’s one AWESOME singer, he can friggin’ go Vitas man, and sadly, he’s leaving for Australia, college I guess ;( Things would’nt be the same without anyone of them.

Not to mention EVERYONE else I met during the concert. The JIS girls: Ching, really awesome girl, Yaz, so far the most talented guitarist I’ve met, she kinda topped Mina. Heh, sorry. She’s a frucking fatality on the guitar (you’ll see her play in Sweet Child o’ Mine, she officially plays Slash, I’m doing Izzy). There’s Camille, one of Neo’s unique female drummers and Ling, who’s like the Nicholle of JIS. HAHA. She’s nice :)

Basically, most of the new people I’ve met are from JIS. There’s Idrous, awesome fella, sings like mad, you can go up to him for help in relationships, loads of experience from his past boyfriends, yes, boyfriends :S There’s Aaron, effing great drummer. He always makes me feel queasy just standing there. HAHAHA. Nahh, I know this dude even before the whole Neoclassic thing and I honestly have NO idea why. It’s driving me mad trying to find out how I know him! I sound deranged.

There’s Veenia, you people should see this kid, she’s like 12 and her vocal skills are AMAZAZING. There’s Mikaela, she’s 6 and kicks ass at drums. Speaking of drummers, there’s this one kid, Amalie I think, she drums as well and she’s 7. I call her the Devil Child. She spat her tuna sandwich all over me, and apologized after I strangled her. >< But we’re cool now, she’s been uber nice to me after the whole why-did-you-puke-your-food-all-over-me-for-heaven’s-sake epidode.

There are a LOT more people and these are just a few of the awesomest people there. Everyone is talented beyond words and simply amazing.

It’s definitely bittersweet, in every sense of the word. All the laughter, food, puke. Hahaha. Man, I think I’m gonna cry. I just can’t expect anyone to comprehend how awesome these past few days have been, especially rehearsals at the Amphitheatre. All the things we got into, yeah, I really think I’m gonna cry. This concert’s brought us all together and I can’t find a way to express how awesome everything has been with these guys. And it’s not fair that we all got close only at the last few rehearsals and it’s all gonna end tonight. I tell you, these guys, you’ll never find another bunch like them. They’re awesome. Hell yeah, they’re that awesome.

And I can’t even begin to retell all the scenes we had on stage, offstage and especially, BACKSTAGE. All the things we laughed at, you know how it is when you find an awesome group of mates you can totally relate to and you guys share all these more-than-just-funny instants. Really, I can’t write all those scenes down because there are just too many (and besides, I might make less amusing than it sounded firsthand). But these guys, these awesome new friends of mine, everyone I’ve met, are simply the best. Period. They are awesome and I love them to pieces. We’re family now.

Not to mention, they’re all musicians; singers, guitarists, drummers, pianists, bassists, violinists, clarinettists alike. It’s amazing how music dragged us all together. These mates, these friends I’ve found, I’m sure as hell gonna remember them for life (I’m trying to sound mellow, apparently, it’s not working right).

Without everyone else, rehearsals would be a thousand times lonely and boring. You can say I look forward to practice entirely because of them. Oh and they’re practically the reason I’m so sick of junk food right now. For the last week, all I ever ate for dinner was Ruffles, Pringles, Cheetos, Doritos, marshmallows in chocolate syrup, chocolate syrup, gummy worms, iced tea, Dad’s Root Beer, Coke, chicken balls & nuggets and of course, Subway cookies & muffins fresh from Missouri. Or was it Florida? Well it’s basically all junk food, everything else that makes you fat. =.= Not that it’s a problem for me, high metabolism rate and all but yeah, I won’t be surprised if everyone else has gained at least a couple of pounds after the whole shindig. God, I love these guys.

Definitely. We’ve gone so far for things to end, so I’m certainly, 100% surely not gonna let it stop there. Well. I’m so betting I’m gonna break down tonight, after the curtains close. So anyway, the concert would be on tonight, at 7:30 PM at the Amphitheatre (don’t ask me either where or which, we only have ONE in this entire country, at least, I think so). You’ll see me playing in Sweet Child O’ Mine, My Girl, The Beatles & The Carpenters Medley, Breathless and Zombie. Not necessarily in that order. Tickets are for 20 bucks for adults and 10 for students/kids. You can get ‘em at Amphitheatre itself, right before the concert. Oh, and it’s free seating, so like, if you wanna get a good seat, get your asses there earlier.

So. Here’s to hoping tonight would be on the centre stage of epicality. Okay, so that’s not really a word, I just made it up to sound more...epic. Haha. It’s gonna be one of the best nights. Ever.

Labels: concerts, music, myself, people, personal things

“..This feeling is lonely, tearing me slowly, hits me so deep, it cuts my bone. Fills my heart, burns me up for way too long. I lie awake because I’m scared.”
-Quietdrive

01:41 AM
I am. I’m lying awake, thinking quietly in the confines of my bestfriend’s four poster bed. Nothing can explain the feeling I’m trying to suppress right at this moment and the song softly filling my head suits the mood. I’m not depressed, I’m merely sad. And Quietdrive depicts it well (thank you Paths).

01:46 AM
I’m not only sad though, I have to say I’m immensely happy, I’m grateful for the bigger things in my life. There are just a few things I can’t express and it nags at my insides. I’m keeping you clueless aren’t I? It’s just that...life isn’t fair. It’s not.

01:49 AM
It’s not the side effect of the cocaine; I’m thinking it must be love. Ah, Fall Out Boy. Thank God for bands like Quietdrive & FOB. At least I can turn to them when there’s no one else to be verbose yet sullen and morose around with.

01:53 AM
It’s really strong. The nagging emotion of just trying to not. Not. It’s impossible not to. To break your own heart...I mean. Dude.

01:54 AM
Oh just screw it all, I am human and there’s nothing I can do about this. Just go along with it, hold the charade and let it pass by, don’t forget wave. For heaven’s sake, it must be just a weird phase that everyone goes through. Nope. I doubt it, I’m repeating myself and nobody’s in my situation so far said.

01:57 AM
That’s it. Just let it go. Let. It. Go. You can do it Chels. You are Chelsea right, you can do anything! Now shut yourself up in your everything-but-possible dreams. It’s freaking 2 in the morning, half the world is tucked away into the safe solace of sleep and you might as well do.

01:59 AM
Okay, Wannabe by The Spice Girls just came on. Wow. Well it did make me smile (: Go Spice Girls (I never knew they were British). So anyway, it’s exactly a couple of hours past Cinderella’s deadline and I should go sleep away the depression. No wait, this isn’t depression. It’s the freaking Spice Girls. GO TO SLEEP ALREADY CHELSEA!

2:02 AM
*yawn*

2:03 AM
Do you wanna be my lover? Haha. They just asked me that. Oh right. Sleep.

2:05 AM
*snore. NOT.

Labels: myself, personal things

“Last night, I knew what to say but you weren’t there to hear it. These lines so well rehearsed, tongue-tied and overloaded, you’ll never notice.”
-The Academy Is...

I did again. I did it AGAIN. When will I ever learn not to let chances pass? When? I swear. How many times do we have to go through to this routine until I learn from it? It’s terribly frustrating and you have no idea. I have to go with it every single time, I’ll just sit there and not do anything and look how much agony that has caused. To sit in anxiety, along with frenzied palpitations, just unknowingly and unwittingly letting the opportunity pass by without reluctance. Tell me, do you see that?

8 or so days will pass till it happens again. Well, I won’t let it. Not this time.

Labels: music, myself, people, personal things

I’ve found something productive to do for 2 whole months and I bet no one else have thought of this. Then again, not everyone around here is a total geek like myself. So anyway, no, I’m not trying to invent something that will change the course of humanity or anything majorly major.

I’m going to preoccupy myself with exponentially elaborating my vocabulary as well as grammatical skills infinitesimally. Translation: I’m learning loads more of deep new English words. That will keep me busy this winter. Not that we have winter or any other fun-induced season here, living near the Equator and all, but yeah. By the time school opens, I’ll be next Shakespeare. Only female, with hair and minus the misogynistic nature. I’m doing it again, aren’t I?

I’m pretty bummed that you, my dear readers will all run off, kicking and screaming seeing as you guys can’t understand a word I’m saying. Tims is right, I shouldn’t over do it. Haha, anyway, yeah. I’m gonna look up some more intricate words.

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Man. Edward Cullen is so...well, I have no words for him. The first thing I heard today when I got online was a harassed interrogation from someone demanding to know who Edward Cullen was. Haha, I think his girlfriend and her girlfriends are hooked on Edward. Who can blame them though? Edward Cullen. He is...I’m speechless. I sure am glad that he doesn’t exist in the real dynamic world. If he did then every single female on this planet will be all over him, I won’t even get chance. Pity the rest of the guys.

Mmmm..Edward. It's amazing how the book never mentions the word "hot" at all. Not even once. It's sophisticated then, 'cause Edward is more than hot. He's.....yeah, you know what I mean.

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Obama has won! WHOOOHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! The first Afro-American President ever! Goodbye abortion, goodbye condoms, goodbye Democrats, goodbye dotty old Sarah Palin getting prank called by Canadians! So long and goodnight.

Today is a new day. Obama is gonna change things. Everything. Okay, hopefully not everything, but the bad things. To good things. Well yeah, I don’t live in any of the 50 states, but this affects me a lot. And it’s amazing to see lots of people nicknames online adorned with well wishing to Obama. Hail the new guy!

I feel like watching Head of State now.

Labels: holidauys, myself, Obama, personal things, political issues, USA

“..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.

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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