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Tuesday, May 12, 2009

Three Days Grace: Mainly Of All Things School 7:30 PM

The last three days of school have certainly been a 2^nd degree riot worth articulating about. This is gonna be a long entry, brace yourselves.

Saturday, the 9^th of April

The field trip last weekend was glorious fun. We actually went over to the Ministry of Defence, not the MOE. Either way, the trip was wicked cool. It was all such a bore at first; we started off looking at posters, with polite interest, explaining with intricate detail how our crap reaches the ocean from our toilet bowl. That and feigning interest with a 3D replica of mud. (Well, it was actually more like a 3D replica of the ground and what’s beneath; I think it was supposed to demonstrate how rainwater and animal faeces get anywhere.) Okay, so nobody really wants to learn about sewage and cesspools now, do we?

After half an hour of looking at semi-captivating articles on drainage systems and model houses, we headed out back of the MOD building, where, guess what, people were fly-foxing and abseiling and rock climbing! It was so wicked. Everyone else and I got on the flying fox (we were about 3 floors high) and it really wicked. I’ve never been on the flying fox, like ever, ever, ever in my entire life, and I most certainly didn’t expect that to change that morning. It was a massive shame though, that the flying fox wasn’t that high, the higher, the more thrilling it is.

Oh, and some douche got stuck on the flying fox; dude was dangling about 150 metres off the ground for more or less 15 minutes, lucky bastard. Ha-ha. I think his pulley got stuck when he jumped off the edge (didn’t he get a nasty wedgie?) and had to hang up there, several feet off the ground for ages. Good for him. Wish I got stuck up there; must’ve been so wicked cool. Definitely a Sony Moment of the Day, according to Matt.

The equipment for abseiling and fly-foxing (is that even the right term, fly-foxing?) was a little chafing though. It’s like this underwear sort of gear thing you put like shorts where they hook the line onto you and stuff. I mean on girls it looks perfectly fine but on the boys? It rather emphasizes their... unmentionables. [shudders] SO ANYWAY...

I went abseiling too! In fact, I was the first in line to abseil. Took me ages to set up cause I kept whacking my head by accident on the thousands of beams in the flying fox building thingy but the abseiling dudes-in-charge were really nice and tried not cause my premature death, thanks so much!

Dude: Okay, you’re good now, just jump off the edge.
Chels: What? Just jump off it?
Dude: Yeah, just go, jump!
Chels: What? No way! I’m freaked out now. What if the line breaks? What if I slip? What if I fall on that poor guy down below?
Dude: Relax, you’ll be fine. Now go! [pushes Chels off]
Chels: HOLY GODDDDDDDDD!!!!

Chels: Oh hey, this isn’t half bad... hey, I can see the mall from here!

[after being lowered about 4 feet]

Dude: Let go off the rope!
Chels: WHAT?
Dude: Let go, take your hands off the rope!
Chels: WHAT?? Let go of the rope, are you kidding me?!
Dude: Let go!
Chels: [lets go]
Dude: Well, do you feel safe?
Chels: Hmmm... Let’s see, I’m hanging about 250 metres of the ground and could plunge to my death down below any second now should this rope break. Yeap, definitely safe, uh-huh, no doubt at all, safe, safe, safe dangling here, yup! I’m fine, no worries!

Chels: Someone had better be taking a photo of this! I don’t do this abseiling business everyday! [stomach growls] I’m hungry. Abseiling makes you hungry. I want food. GET ME DOWN FROM HERE!

The abseiling was brilliant. Richelle went after me and Branden bought us some burgers from KFC right after. (THANKS BRANDEN, YOU’RE AWESOME. SINGAPORE ISN’T SINKING.) Boy, abseiling makes me hungry.

“Yeah, that was really cool, just imagine if—Chelsea, are you talking to your food again?”
–Richelle

I... have this weird habit of talking to my food before I eat it. Don’t look at me like I’m a loony, I’m sure something’s wrong with you too. Ha-ha-ha.

So after kind-of-lunch, we hung out at this cool (not literally, the sun was pretty angry at me or something that day, I was burning in the heat... that would explain my sudden change in skin color) garden thing outside the MOD building while waiting for the rest of the tenth years to finish off fly-foxing slash abseiling slash rock climbing.

And then we were confined inside the huge bus. It was cold inside, can’t complain. After everyone else came around, we set off back to school. It was wicked. It’s not like you get to do all these really cool rides everyday right? Maybe if we be good kids, we’ll get to go sky diving, parasailing and bungee jumping next. Keep your fingers crossed for that one, you lot. Indeedy-do, it was a gloriously wicked school day.

Monday, the 11^th of April

Nothing too substantial. Oh wait, except for the road accident involving my brother’s 12-year-old bestfriend and his mom. And a series of unfortunate events within the Chemistry lab.

So my bro’s bestfriend, Lee, and his mom were crossing the road from Supa Save and like yeah. A second too early, a second too late, and we all know what happens. There were police and an ambulance and all the red ‘no crossing’ tape hitched everywhere and Izaq said there was blood on the road.

Cataclysmic disaster. Now before you guys freak out and launch into a full-length speech about how to safely cross a road with over speeding cars without causing a accidentally ending up in a hospital morgue, let me just tell you that... Lee’s only got a fractured shoulder and I think his mom’s doing fine so point of 60-word sentence: nobody’s gonna die.

Goodness, I can just imagine the school paying someone to dress up as Barney and give the elementary kids a talk about crossing the road.

Barney: Okay kids, now remember, look both ways before you cross and make sure have an adult with you. Okay kids?
Kids: Yes, Barney!
Barney: [turns into a banana] YAY, now let’s go do the peanut butter jelly time dance! IT’S PEANUT BUTTER JELLY TIME, PEANUT BUTTER JELLY TIME! WAIYEA WAIYEA WAIYEA!! [insert rest of lyrics here]

Yeah. Bizarre. SO ANYWAY...

Our class had Chemistry practicals at 3:30 in the afternoon which meant 3 solid hours of hanging out at Mamih, talking about a lot of things in particular, cramming some last-minute Chemistry notes on cations and anions into my head and constantly bursting into laughter at Mickko & Izaq’s anecdotes while simultaneously getting lost in the maelstrom of thoughts inside my own head. FUN.

After hours of whiling the time away, I came to learn one thing about the service at Mamih. You know how it’s really, really irksome how the waiters never show up unless you call them? Everytime I go there for lunch after school, they never come around unless you call them. And sometimes, when you call them, they won’t even show any signs of hearing you.

We’re not in New York and this is not some street where you frantically call out for a cab and they ignore you. The service can be so terrible, my mates and I actually had to bring the dishes someone I don’t even know ate off of back into the kitchen for them because NO ONE bothered showing up to clear our table. What the hell?

So anyway... back to my point. They never show up when you need em to. They show up when you don’t need them to! Since no one bothered to come clear up the plates on our table after we ate, we moved to another table. And guess what? The bloody waiter shows up. Makes you want to go, “HELLO? WE’RE DONE! WE WERE RIGHT THERE? AND YOU NEVER SHOWED UP? WE HAD TO GET THE DIRTY DISHES TO THE KITCHEN OURSELVES?” Geez Louise. And don’t even get me started about the food! I found weevils in my fried rice. Appalling.

BUT ANYWAY... we got back to school and I made it to the practicals 5 minutes late. We were to have a practical test and we had to mix all these chemicals to produce such pretty, pretty colors, figure out which cation’s which and try not to flunk the whole thing single-handedly.

The coolest part was when I accidentally poured some unknown chemical into an open wound on my middle finger. It was quite funny now that I think of it.

Chels: OW HOLY GOD, OWWWWW. SHIT, I GOT SOME CHEMICAL INTO MY WOUND! IT BURNS! Ohcrapohcrapohcrap, it’s turning purple! Holy God, is this normal?
Izaq: That’s not normal.
Chels: AAAARRRGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!

Izaq: Don’t worry too much. They’re probably just gonna amputate your middle finger.
Rafi: It’s just one finger riiight?
Chels: JUST ONE FINGER? I need this finger! How am I supposed to play guitar? I haven’t even learned piano yet! How am I supposed to react when someone pisses me off and my middle finger is non-existant! Okay, maybe I can use my other middle finger, but that’s not the point! I can’t lose this finger!
Izaq: And it’s not too bad. It’s just gonna swell and turn purple and spread to the rest of your body and cause your premature death.
Chels: You’re. Not. Helping.

I totally freaked out on the spot. My finger was burning and it really was turning purple! So I did the first thing that came to mind. Suck the poison slash chemical out. Whaaaaat? I saw Samuel Jackson do it on this poor kid who got bitten by snake in Snakes On a Plane so you can’t argue. So I shoved my chemically contaminated finger in my mouth, sucked as hard as I could and spat it back out into the chemically contaminated sink.

Seeing as I’m still alive, foam isn’t gushing out of my mouth and my middle finger is intact and hasn’t mutated yet, it must have worked. Not that it really saved me. I mean what if it was just saltwater? (Epic fail.) But hey, this proves I know what to do when infected with toxic substances, yay, someone award me a prize, I’m wicked. I feel like I should be on Lost or something.

Anyway.

There were many more epic failures after that performed by a few other douche nozzles in class. Rafi threw away my chemical concoction we were supposed to be saving for the discussion. Qawi smashed about a couple or so testubes. And so did Matt. And Koh. And a few others. Geez. If scientists are so smart, why can’t they make up some sort of unbreakable test tube, for goodness sake? It should be fireproof, smashproof, foolproof, Izaqproof, the works!

So the practicals ended with many a disaster, but twas fun all the same.

Tuesday, the 12^th of April

School was great today, I’d give it a... 8 out of 10. And the reason behind it getting 8 out of 10 isn’t even related to school. I can’t mention it here for all the world to see but heck, I’m certain you’ll catch me gazing off into space with a goofy smile plastered on my face when I think of it.

We had an English test, a lesson on Ionic Bonding, a lecture on our delinquent behaviour in between classes (the amount of racket and noise emitted by our class tends to reach up to 500 decibels when triggered and I must say it hasn’t impressed teachers in the least bit), a discussion on the latest Biology test (scored a B+, not bad), another lecture on Ionic Bonding (which I daresay, rather intriguing) and an hour with a teacher who really can go on forever talking about things, just on and on and on and on and on, you wanna out a sock, no, two socks in her mouth!

And we were given these souvenirs for taking part in the National Day affairs. Guess what we got?

[souvenirs are being handed out]

Chels: I’m starving...
Richelle: Me too.
Chels: Remember when they used to give out food during National Day practice?
Richelle: Yeah. Ahhhh...
Chels: Free food everyday, oh wow. Oh hey, what’s the souvenir? [opens box] I bet it’s a clock... it’s a......... plate. A PLATE? Oh goodness, the irony of it all! I ask for food and I get a plate... with no food!

Nope, not a clock. Nor food vouchers. No, not even food, itself. We were given... plates. BLOODY ORNAMENTAL PLATES, I TELL YOU. Ages and ages of playing hide and seek with the angry sun for two months and burning in the unbearable heat resulting in several fainting spells and severe alteration of skin tone and all we get for reparation is a bloody plate we can’t even eat on! Hello, maintenance? I think the world’s broken. Yes, again. [sigh] It’s not MY fault! What do you mean it can’t be fixed?! It HAS to be fixed! Are you kidding me? Oh bloody hell.

Thank you government, I’ve always wanted a plate. A plate I’m not allowed to eat on. Yeap, haven’t got enough of these at home, no sir.

Labels: goofin' off, people, quotes, rants, school, things that piss me off

Tuesday, March 3, 2009

Trainee's Pollution Part II: Frustrating Temps & Foreign Poetry 7:56 PM

8:53 am

Trainee: Our topic for today is catalysts. Catalysts are blablabla...

Chels, Izaq: [bored and blanking out]

Trainee: Catalysts yada-yada...

Chels: What? Catalysts? Is she talking about religion now?

9:00 am

Trainee: Catalysts are used to speed up reactions, making the substances react faster.

Chels: Oh, I know! Just like STEROIDS!!

[class turns and stares at Chels]

Brynner: Whaaaaat???

Izaq: I’m sorry Brynner that you don’t know what steroids are.

Rafie: Steroids are bad!!

Chels: Not when you’re Janno.

Izaq: Janno defines steroids.

9:04 am

Oh, my gosh. AJ and Shin are plotting to murder the trainee... it’s about bloody time!

Kidding. But seriously...

9:05 am

“Janno’s so buff, you can push hard as you might and he won’t ever move!”

“He defines inertia as well!!”

“Izaq, you actually remembered what inertia meant?”

“I...”

9:06 am

The trainee’s finally given up teaching! “Amen,” says Izaq.

9:07 am

Oh, she got real ticked off by us paying zero attention to her by talking simultaneously while she goes on about catalysts so... she blew up and is now sulking at her desk.

9:10 am

Chemistry’s over! Bio now, it’s fun though. I don’t mind Bio. Our current teacher’s a temp since our actual teacher’s 9 months pregnant, on maternity leave and her stomach’s just about the size of a hot air balloon at a carnival times twenty. I’m kidding. But seriously...

Oh, gee! That means she’s due this month! Oh my gosh, babies! (Honestly, what the hell is wrong with me? Yesterday weddings and today, babies!) She had better named it after me.

9:22 am

The Bio temp is telling me off. I think she thinks I’m just some lazy bum who does nothing but bum around getting bummer marks. Oh, my gosh! She thinks I’m Izaq! Well... she’s dead wrong! I’m Chelsea. =.=”

Chelsea. Chel-sea. Don’t you know who and what Chelsea defines? Yeah well, I’m trying to figure that out myself, thanks a lot.

9:26 am

Bloody hell! She does think I’m dumb! As in... marks-ranging-from-Ds-and-Fs-and-darling-two-and-two-don’t-make-twenty-two kind of dumb. WHAT THE HELL?

9:28 am

Okay, I’m pissed now. Uh-huh. She thinks I’m... dumb! Hey! If I were actually dumb, wouldn’t you think I’d have had a real hard time getting into the SCIENCE stream, or rather, even getting away with 6As, a B for PMB?!

Hmpff. I’m gonna show her. I’m gonna do what Izaq’s gonna do for the next Chemistry test. I’m gonna get 102% for the next Bio test!

“Dude. I’m gonna get 102% for Biology. That’ll show her.”

“We’re so cool; we defy the laws of Physics. Uh-huh!”

We even altered the school pledge. It starts off like this:

“We, the students of [insert school name here], pledge allegiance to Chelsea and Izaq, and their greatness...”

Well, I can leave the rest up to your imagination.

9:55 am

“My thinking ability died a long time ago. I don’t think anymore, I do. I’m so great, I don’t even need to think!” says Izaq.

Self-centred much? I’m kidding Zaq. But seriously...

9:57 am

I am NOT stupid! She talks to me like I’m more confused than “a 15 year old boy who just woke up on his grandparents’ front porch butt naked”. Well, I’ve never been so insulted. All I did was show up 20 minutes late for class today, got caught (unfortunately) talking in the middle of her lectures and I’m class doofus of the day. Honestly. She’s treating me like I’m... Izaq!

10:04 am

We just handed in our Bio classwork and I’m so gonna get an A. Oh, my gosh, I just had a bad thought.

Chels: An A! HAH! LOOK WHO’S SLACKIN’ OFF NOW!

Bio Temp: You should thank your seatmate, Izaq, for helping you out with the answers.

Chels: WHAT? HE DID NOT—ARRRGGHHHHH! I’M NOT DUMB!

[seconds pass]

Chels: Zaq, what did you get?

Izaq: I got a C.

Chels: Gimme that! [snatches paper, shoves it in front of temp’s nose] HAH! He got a C! How can you say that I got my answers from him?

Temp: Because Izaq is decent enough to help you out that he forgot to help himself out.

Chels: ...

-Break ensues-

12:05 nn

This is the part where I go hungry. Again. It’s 9^th period BM and nope, my chosen attitude towards the subject has yet to change, uh-huh. I still think it’s an awful waste of precious, precious, limited time. Right now we’re supposedly discussing poetry.

POETRY. FOR BM. You’re kidding me right? If BM was hell, the flames have just intensified.

12:09 nn

Still hungry.

12:10 nn

...with a taste of your lips I’m on a ride....

Don’t even ask me why that song is in my head right now ‘cause I don’t even know!

Oh hey, my Pollution Theory applies here! When there’s nothing decent in your head, unnecessary garbage fills it up instead. It works, it actually does. Whoa. That should be like one of the laws of Physics and I oughta to win a Nobel.

12:13 nn

“Can you take me back to the person I used to be? Back when you were there for me. I know it seems like forever, but do me this favour please. Way back when we were stupid and held grudges just to help us sleep. Oh, my God, how ridiculous were we?”

-A Rocket to The Moon

Now that particular chorus is playing, skip, skip, repeating in my head. Brilliant song. Back when you were there for me...

12:16 nn

Did teachers just say Prozac?

12:17 nn

What the hell is Prozac anyway?

12:18 nn

Is Prozac some sort of food? Sorry, I’m just awfully hungry right now, just like any other irregular school day.

12:20 nn

DISMISSAL! Cheers.

Labels: people, quotes, school, things that piss me off

Thursday, January 22, 2009

The Only Thing More Annoying Than Having To Go To School Is To Actually Feel Eager About Going And Then Being Told NOT To Go To School At All. 7:19 AM

Eddie

22-Jan-09 6:40 AM

No school today. Please don’t go to school fellas, blackout. The school called.

Great. Just bloody great. I can’t say how ticked off I am right now. Couldn’t the school have told me like at, I don’t know, like at 6 AM? When I’m still in bed, weighing the pros and cons of either getting up and going to school or staying cooped up under my covers and skipping school for today, and not when I’m already out of the shower, ready to put on my uniform, pretty pissed at having to wake up early without any chance of sleeping in at all this weekend.

So... you think the school’s seriously in blackout? That would be so, so, sooooo cool if it happened while were actually inside the school and not on the way there or something. The thing with blackouts is, they always pick the wrong time to happen. Ih. Oh, oh, oh, I know! This could be one of their nefarious ways of pissing me off. Wow, I can already see them planning it.

Teacher #1 (with a dodgy German accent like Hitler or something) : I am havink a plan on how to be pissink off ze students, see? Ve vait till zey are feelink irritable and not vantink to go to school and zey get out of ze bed see? And zey are all, “No, I am not vantink to go to school tozay” but zey still get out of ze bed you see? And zen zey take shover, and zen zey finish havink a shover, zey are still feelink irritable and not desirink at all to go to school and zen... we tell them zer is no school tozay, zat ze power haz been cut off and zey muznt go to school see? And zen, zey will be pissed off very, very much after havink to muster ze villpower to go to school and zen zere iz no school after all and zey will be so pissed about it and zey cannot do anythink about it see at all? Iz brilliant, non?

[All teachers clap with enthusiasm, cheering Teacher #1 on and then do the Nazi salute thing with the marching and all]

Haha. I have got some imagination eh?

For all we know, they could plotting some sort of conspiracy on the students right now and are having some secret council of evil in the library. Or, they could be at their underground secret lab or whatever deviously planning to poison the food or something. Or not. Maybe there really is a blackout. Whichever the reason, I am SO ticked off.

First I get woken up by my ridiculously loud alarm clock (I swear, it can wake up the whole house if I don’t shut it up) and I’m feeling all, “No, I am not vantink to go to school tozay” and just when I’ve found enough willpower to push myself into the shower and finish off, the phone vibrates and it’s a declaration of impromptu school holiday until further notice. Just when I’ve actually began to look forward to it. (I even promised myself I will try my hardest not to fall asleep during Commerce, English, POA and/or BM. These are the subjects so far that I have struggled to keep awake in. Even after I’ve had just about 12 hours of sleep the night before.)

Life seriously must be playing a joke on me right now. I was this close, THIS [puts index finger thumb pretty close to each other, almost touching] close to getting something and suddenly...there’s no school today. I suppose you’ve not an inkling on what I’m going on about but yes, it’s reason enough for me to be pretty miffed about not having to go to school today.

Well, there is always... tomorrow. Now this weekend might be something to look forward to. We’re going to KB tomorrow and Saturday for reasons I shall not be posting here. Yay us! And by ‘we’ I mean myself, Richelle, Eddie, Shin, Mickko, Azim and a few others. Wow. A 4-hour bus ride with these guys? It’s gonna be so insane. And Miss K (the lady who’s in charge of all this) will be lanja-ing us. Oh yeah, uh huh [does the Macarena].

And no, Miss K is not some very nice looking lady who’s offered us colourful little lollipops to get into her van while she plans to kidnap us and send out ransom notes to our families demanding truckloads of Georgio Armani, Gucci and Prada bags. Holy mac, what if she is?! O.O [frozen in fear, recovers] Nahhhhhh.

Sceptic: Oh yeah Chels, if you do know her then why do you call her Miss K? I bet you don’t even what K stands for.

Chels: Hell yeah I do, it’s just that she’s Turkish (we originally thought she was German) and you know, Turkish names can be pretty tricky to pronounce so there!

It’s gonna be so epic. Tomorrow, tomorrow, I love ya, tomorrow, you’re only a day away–– okay stop, life might go sardonic on me again and play one of its seemingly amusing little tricks, by like, breaking down the bus that’s supposed to get us to KB and back or having Miss K come down with some sort of a fever or something, so stop. Blahhh who cares? Tomorrow, tomorrow, you’re only a day awayyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy [extremely off-pitch].

PS I haven’t posted in quite a bit and believe me when I say loads of things have happened and maybe I’ll find the right mood later on to write about it. Cheers for now mates.

Labels: people, school, things that piss me off

Monday, December 15, 2008

Falalala Flunk Me Not. 10:35 PM

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.

****

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

Saturday, October 18, 2008

Relapse. 1:57 PM

I hate you. I hate you. I hate you both. You’re doing it again. Again. Actually, the hate’s more on YOU, you sadistic little--

X

I am sick, sick, sick of the way you do that. The way you just do something that you know would HURT ME without a care.

I am sick that you keep doing something that’s MY job.

I am sick that you stole the best thing that could’ve happened to me.

I am sick that you’re having so much fun with something that’s mine.

I am sick that I let this happen.

I am sick that you two are so happy every time you’re together & you know how this makes me feel.

I am sick that you know that this would kill me yet you do it.

I am sick that you still do it.

I am so sick; I want to scream in your face. SCREAM SHUT UP AND SCREW OFF.

I am sick that you’re my friend and you do this to me.

I am sick and severely hurt.

I am sick; I’m stressing the part THAT YOU STOLE MY ROLE. MY PART. MY JOB. SOMETHING THAT’S SUPPOSED TO BE MINE AND MINE ONLY.

I am sick of everything that’s you.

I am sick of it all.

X

Am I supposed to be happy for you or something else that’s sick? Cause I’m not. I’m definitely not. How would you feel if someone stole your world? Something you hold dear? Something special, something meant for you and only you?

You must’ve thought I don’t mind but I do. I mind a LOT. What the hell is wrong with you?!

I swear, this is it. One more time and I’m biting your head off.

What? Let it go? HOW CAN I LET THIS THING GO?! You tell me. What’s the matter with you?

You could’ve helped, in fact, that’s all I want, all I want is your help. But no, you just had to go and take it all away, hadn’t you?

I should’ve known. You know, from day one. I should’ve realized.

I wouldn’t have cared if it were something else, something minor, but this time you screwed it. You screwed it BIG TIME.

Labels: anger, people, personal things, things that piss me off

Thursday, October 16, 2008

Why Did The Boy Eat His Exam Paper? 4:35 PM

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

Wednesday, October 15, 2008

I Never Should've Picked Up The Phone. 6:30 PM

“The only thing worse than not knowing is you thinking that I don’t know.”
7 Minutes In Heaven (Ataven Halen); Fall Out Boy

I am so, so pissed right now, I could kill someone. A particular someone. Or maybe two particular someones. I could kill you both. Grr.

I know I really shouldn’t be like this, and I’m probably overreacting again. Or not. Well, you really had me right there. RIGHT THERE. I mean after all I’ve done for you, [insert name here] still gets all the credit. AND you’ve only known [insert name here] for less than a month. I did exactly the same thing so and so did, even more, and then you go on and shove all your appreciation on em. Oh no, not me, I’m just Chelsea right? Everyone takes Chelsea for granted, that’s alright, she won’t mind if I toss her aside for a while.

I did the same thing, the same damn thing, and what’s more is that I did it better! But did you ever show your appreciation? NO. Not really. Sometimes I wonder why I bother. It doesn’t seem to make any difference to you anyway.

And then [insert name here] comes along, does what I did, and you immediately award em the Nobel Prize. What happens to me? Nothing. I don’t get anything. I know I’m not really supposed to ask for anything, but I don’t even want anything. I just want your damn appreciation. But no. What the hell?! What is wrong with you?!?!

And this isn’t the first time! Sometimes you just—AARRRGGGGHHHHH. Sometimes I just wanna shove you awake, open your eyes and say, “Hey, it’s me! What about me?! How come [insert name here] gets it all? I didn’t get a thing!” Why? WHY?

They get it all. NOT ME. Not even a “thank you, you’ve been really great”. Or “thank God you’re my friend, you lighten up my day” or something. Maybe I should’ve just left you to die in some sewer where you belong.

That’s what hurt me the most. You never showed your appreciation. At all. And if you have, what a funny way of showing it. I swear I’ve never heard something nice about me from you. Ever. Until [insert name here] comes along and runs my routine, does my job and SHE gets all the credit. SHE DOES. Not me, but she. What happened to me? Whatever happened to me?

And you! You have no idea how it makes me feel when you just go off and hog at it like it means nothing. But it means something. To me. And you know how I felt, how could you still do that? How could you two both go and stab me? You probably aren’t aware of it, but you did. You hit me alright.

You knew that I felt strongly about all this but why did you have to go and do that? Why?! THAT’S MY JOB. MY PART. MY ROLE. You aren’t supposed to run off and take it...

You go around thinking that you know loads more than I do. WAKE UP! Talking about stuff you get to do and have and stuff I can’t and probably never will because both of you are such pricks. You made me feel bad, you made me feel a LOT bad. Like, a lot.

Seriously? Who takes granted of their bestfriend? Well, I’ve got the answer to that. YOU TWO OBVIOUSLY DO. And that’s the worst part. You two are my bestfriends. At least, I thought you were. I just never realized I wasn’t considered one all along.

Maybe you should just go back to where you belong. Everything was alright up till then. You have no idea how hurt I am. Both of you.

Maybe I’m just jealous. Maybe I’m being immature. But it doesn’t matter, it hurt me. It hurt me a lot. And if I am just jealous or immature then I probably don’t know what’s going on. So would you two please explain to me what the bloody hell’s been going on. Cause until then, you’re guilty in my eyes.

Labels: anger, personal things, things that piss me off

Friday, October 3, 2008

August Is Over, September Done Over, And October Is Here. 4:14 PM

“..Nothing works three ways.”
-a wise old kid named Anderson Duncan C. aka Andy
Absolutely nothing.

Guess what I just found out from Al (who is currently at some ward in RIPAS, he’s been admitted for eye problems or something and I’ve been keeping him company MSN-wise for a few days now)? DST doesn’t do 3 way calling. FOR CRYING OUT LOUD, WHY NOT?!? Just another number to add to my list of Reasons Why Our Country Is At The Bottom Of The Food Chain And Why No Other Country In The World Has Heard Of Ever Heard Of Us. And I am down to #97. Kidding. But if I did have that list, I bet I would be at #97.

Oh well, that explains why Ells and I kept getting disappointed everytime we tried to add a call. I even looked in the manual. Turns out, our country doesn’t do that. *sigh

Forget Sony Ericsson or Nokia, I’m gonna sue DST ><

Anyway, I cannot for school to reopen. Which is like, in what, 2 more days? YEAH! Awesome. But that only means that PMB would be 10 days away. 10 DAYS ALREADY?! Someone tell me I’ve got it all wrong and it’s still August, please. How can we be in friggin’ October? Already?

This means I really have got to start burying myself in my books. The only revising I’ve done so far is my Geography government mocks paper. And it is severely vandalized; I can’t get past answering a couple of questions without unintentionally doodling and scribbling around the margins. This proves Geography isn’t my calling. Haha.

Well, it’s not like PMB’s gonna be that hard. Come on, like, so many ex-Year 9s have done it and they seem to be fine. What’s the big deal right? I’ve spent the last three years studying everything that’s bound to come out in the PMBs and all I have to do now is dig everything up from memory. Piece of cake.

Days to PMB 13

Labels: holidayys, people, school, things that piss me off

Wednesday, September 24, 2008

Holiday Class, We Are So Jaded. 4:19 PM

I just woke up about 25 minutes ago, I am seriously sleep deprived. It takes hours (literally) for me to finally fall asleep after getting into bed. And it doesn’t help that we have holiday classes, meaning we have to get up early everyday just to get to deliriously boring classes.

I swear, I could fall asleep any second during the first two periods. And just about the rest of the class too (those who actually bother turning up before school begins, others actually miss the first two periods, Math. Can you blame them though?).

And it’s so frustrating that we don’t have any break. At all. Well, I haven’t had break in a couple days. Yesterday I got kicked out of third & fourth period for absolutely no apparent reason (which I don’t really mind), but break ended up as a semi-counselling session between me and the offending teacher.

And today, the whole class was so pissed, so, so, so pissed because the same teacher took over our break. You should’ve seen the look on their faces. Ready to kill, kill the teacher, I must say. So basically, it was all studying and burying ourselves in textbooks for 4 hours straight. Grr.

One word describes the holiday class: Crappy. Boring, pointless, and unfun works too. Yeah, oh well. What a holiday this has turned out to be. Everyone I’ve encountered so far has had a near death experience, death from boredom. Man. I suppose there isn’t really much we can do in this place.

Goodluck not dying this holiday, hope to see you after.

Labels: holidayys, school, things that piss me off

Sunday, September 21, 2008

Much Ado About Nothing 7:42 PM

“..And from your lips, she drew the hallelujah.”
–Hallelujah

So I almost got the spot at Chill. Yeah, almost. Not that I failed the interview, it’s just that I was too freaked out. By the guy who owns the place. Well, he was intimidating and all. But who cares? I’ll try again. But I prefer finding out whether they do take under aged, non-locals as their employees, rather than going for the interview and getting immediately turned down for not having a yellow IC.

Yesterday could win The Most Uneventful Going-Out award of the year. Yeah, we didn’t do much, Aikks, Rona, Des & I, and we spent virtually the WHOLE time at Chill. Haha, faithful clients, we are. There weren’t any customers at all, so we decided to take over the place for a bit, and we just kinda sat all over pretending we didn’t know each other. Rona was stuck outside eating her sandwich, Aikks inside; I was in the middle while Des sat in the most secluded corner he could find. Of course, the waiters, who were like, Nikki & Giebabe, didn’t mind. And there wasn’t anything to do, so we all just watched TV. Yep, free entertainment for everyone.

We didn’t bother watching anything either cause nothing slightly amusing was on. Well, Aikks wanted to go see Mamma Mia but Rona & I’d rather not. It was mighty awkward too when Des arrived cause well, he got freaked that it was an all female crowd. Honestly speaking, he didn’t say a word until much, much later. He was really shy (which was one reason why we spread over Chill, less awkward, haha). Man, I can honestly say it would’ve been seriously funner if Josh was there. Couldn’t make it thought, sadly.

The only highlight of yesterday was going to the pool at Rizqun and getting kicked out. Aikks was willing to pay me money if I jumped into the pool. I wanted to, I really did. Haha. And for about 10 minutes, we tried ever so hard to get each other wet. Until this guy in pink came up to Des and said that we should get out and that the pool was ‘only for customers’. Killjoy.

So basically what we did was sit all over Chill, get wet (to the point of looking like you’ve pissed in your pants) in the pool area, get kicked out, walk around aimlessly and uh, that’s kinda it. Highly uneventful, I must say.

Oh well, bloody hope next time we go out would at least be a little funner. What sucks is that our 5-day holiday just ended tonight and well, it’s back to getting our lazy 9th & 11th grade asses back to school tomorrow. Wish I was in the 10th grade. I’m not even sure what the subjects are for tomorrow. Goodness.

And so ladies & gentlemen, without further ado, the holiday ends.

Labels: hanging out, holidayys, people, school, things that piss me off, weekends, work

Thursday, September 18, 2008

The 5-Day Holiday: Day Three: Power Cut. 3:42 PM

Jesus, you are my bestfriend. No doubt.

God gave us back the electricity and I am so happy. Honestly. I just went to all the windows in my house and screamed “I want the power back!” hoping that someone would hear me and take pity and go call the person responsible for the power cut. Haha. I think I pissed the neighbours off though.

But anyway, I prayed that the power’d come back on after I took a bath and guess what? It did. Haha, love God.

Well yeah, I just endured another 60-minute black out (if you can call it a black out, it’s still pretty bright). Our neighbourhood sucks. This is the second time in just one week. Aaarrggh. And Josh insists I move to his area. Haha, I wish. It’s amazing how our daily life depends entirely on electricity huh? I mean, no TV, no PC, no AC, no Joe (he ran out of battery), no nothing. Geez huh?

Well it’s Day 3 of the holidays and there still isn’t anything much to busy myself with. I wonder what everyone else is up to right now. Oh, that’s right, NOTHING. Absolutely nothing.

Welcome to our small state of Brunei. A tiny dot in the vastness of the world map, I mean you can’t even point it out to people because the minuteness of the thing. Sheesh. And it is NOT interesting. Probably for senior citizens but not for kids like us. We need something to do. It’s what we hitch our whole existence to!

Ah well. Life goes on. And well, this place isn’t so bad. It’s actually really nice around here minus the fact that there isn’t anything to do & anywhere to go. Yeah. Like Mary Jayy said, “Count yourself lucky if you have Astro or E-speed.” Amen to that.

Labels: holidayys, home, people, random, things that piss me off