Darkness There And Nothing More

Once Again,...

2006-11-19T21:56:00.000-08:00

Yes, Lydia, I am 'in the blogging scene' again...
Why didn't I inform you?
My sincerest apologies...you should know I don't take blogging seriously, in fact, I don't quite remember taking anything seriously, unfortunate as it is.
So I guess, read on if you want...but I (evidently)have a tendency to forget about this blog of mine very, very often.
In fact, up to quite recently, my blog, and it's tagboard was rather spacey, save for a few of Nattie's tags - Of course, then came along a certain guest, who, being oh-so-subtle, called her/himself 'fcuker'.
Yes - 'fcuker'.
How utterly imaginative.
-and went on to defile my poor, sweet, long-suffering tagboard.
How? =
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18 Nov 06, 11:10Fcuker: F.U.C.K.E.R.
18 Nov 06, 11:10Fcuker: ****er
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Ahh...sweet adolescence, dumb adolescents.
No fear - as I have expressed already on my tagboard, the presence of yet another low-life shouldn't affect me - It doesn't concern me.
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The Three Spaztikeers.

2006-11-13T18:36:00.000-08:00

Beryl, Nat and I have decided to start a band...
BECAUSE we were very,very bored....
Therefore, I present....
The......*TA-DAH*
THREE SPAZTIKEERS!!!

-Brought To You By N,A,B and too much caffeine and sugar.(rush)

We shall sing about WOOOOOOORLDDDD PEEEEEEEACEEEEE and the EVIIIIILSSSS of the SCHOOOOOOL SYSTEM.

PEACE(pissed) OFF!!!

Finally.

2006-11-02T00:49:00.000-08:00

Okay Berrix-Jie, Okay, Nat, Okay Adeline,
I'm BACKKKKKKK.(guess who's back, back again, Oddie's back, tell a friend...or probably not.)
Okay. First, the Big Year-Ends over and I am, obviously, sitting on my ass typing this out.
The Big Year-Ends.
-crap.
The year-end results itself wasn't too bad, save for Science and Mathematics(Overconfidence and reading 'Harry Potter and The Half-Blood Prince' a day before the exams isn't good) BUT, well, I have been slacking for the past 9 months before the EOYs sooo...yeah. You get it.36th in class. And Ms Tan got it wrong about me working harder.
Goong/Princess Hours
Buahahahaaaa. I'm done with it.
JJH.JJH.JJH.JJH.JJH.
Eheheh?

Another one bites the dust.

2006-08-15T06:08:00.001-07:00

Another one bites the dust.
Another one bites the bloody dust!?!
No.
This blog is not dead, as of 15 August 2006.
However, my [@!$%^*%###-ing] laptop will be if it continues to malfunction.
Bloody hell.
StupidFcomputer.
SEE? It's distracting me, goddamnit.

The FLU bug.

2006-08-06T21:03:00.000-07:00

I'm supposed to be in school.
I wish I was in school.
I'm missing alot of crap.
Parade rehearsal, Botanical Garden Jog-
Wait, I don't miss them. I just don't feel like thinking of the explanation-s I will have to explain.
Oh and, I really hope I don't *faint*/cough whatever during parade.
Imagine how gan ga that would be.
And I don't feel like missing that tonight.
Sheesh.

SHRING

2006-08-05T01:39:00.000-07:00

*SHRING*
ALL FEAR THE MIGHTY WOLVERINE, BERYL! SHE ALREADY HOLDS THE TITLE OF PSYCHOTIC SQUIRREL AND SPASTIC SQUIRREL.
Okay. That joke is SOOOOO old.
But anyways, I realised I forgot to blog about a very important thing.
CLASH OF THE ELEMENTS!!!
-Which is, like duh, this year's musical.
Which also happened to be very, very nice.
I was sulking on the way to Vict. Theatere because of something about XinFeng.
Something I do not wish to elaborate on.
Hah. Xinfeng, and you better Shush that.
WAIT. That's NOT an admission. XO
And Wolverine was sharing her Ipod I saved last term.
It was 'Hung Up'.
Wheeee.
So what's the point of this?
Nothing. It doesn't even make sense.
When did I start to make any sense anyway?

The Week,

2006-08-04T05:39:00.000-07:00

Crappy week.
Monday-
I screwed it al up. how on Earth could I get belts and shoelaces mixed up?!?
And My ankle hurt like god-knows-what.
Hah.
I quote him.
'Wahlau eh. Buay Tahan Ah. Hahaha.'
I wished I could ram my head on the wall.
It seems my reputation as a blur-block there is meant to stay for a long, long time.
Tuesday-
I can't remember much besides some rapid-finger sms-ing to Lyddie.
Ah. Lyddie.
Wednesday-
Musical-mantinee show.
Officially blew my entire week's allowance on my EZ-Link card.
Remembered wondering whether the Hungry Ghost Festival had an effect on the pleasantly suprising number of commuters on the MRT at what one would usually call The Peak Hour.
Thursday-
TAF diet analysis.
Apparently I'm taking too much salt.
Arghh.
Friday-
Highlight Of The Day-NPCC
Sore feet, numb toes (on fire), water and alot of crap-talking during 'admin'.
No harm done.

On LKY and Paul Twohill

2006-08-01T01:37:00.000-07:00

LKY.
Lee Kuan Yew, at present the Minister Mentor of Singapore.
Paul Twohill.
The object of EmoNabi's affections.(hmm. Can I put it that way?)
Lydia Pang alias Coffee Butterfly (at present) 's idol.
Whether or not he doesn't get eliminated in the next few rounds of Singapore Idol.
You may be wondering-
What does a hair-in-his-face 'emo-punk' person have to do with MM Lee?
Not that much. In fact, hardly anything.
Besides the fact they both led to my downfall.
Today. At English.
'Audrey, everything was fine, except that I doubt Lee Kuan Yew would have his hair on is forehead...In fact, I don't think Lee Kuan Yew would allow anything on his forehead.'
- I quote Ms Sunneta.
Someone, someone (Raika?) said ' Paul Twohill' and I practically growled 'Pauline'.
Gee.I doubt anyone heard me though. Good too. It would have only confirmed their suspicions that I am a moron.
I bet Nabi's happy.
That Twohill obssessed.

The Shoe.

2006-07-30T03:09:00.000-07:00

I , The Shoe , hereby proclaim Beryl Sim Hui Min, alias Psychotic Squirrel , spastic.
Yes, spastic.
Speaking of which, probably isn't in any way at all bad.
Bad? Of course not. Not in physics, oh glorious, wonderful physics - the paradise on planet hell where joules, metres, cent-o metr-os ( Ah. What can I say? Psychosis is not curable-I have to quote. It's an insider joke anyway, only Bevin and Psy.Squirrel will understand.)
(Please note the sacarsm)
So, Spastic is goooooood.
Oh, and there's Maneater too.
All, very well-drawn too.
Just one heck of a pity Nat (or is it Tash? or Sha? Natasha? or Tasha? Or Mooooon? Wooooon?) wasn't there till after recess.
Traffic marshalling duty-
Not too bad.
Decidedly antsy though. I sort of touched my forehead and found dead ants (no doubt relieved of their existence and sent to ant-heaven by my powerful, stubby,chubby fingers.) , curled up, shrivelled and all. Was quite a relieve, actually, I feared it was a pimple. (Now I know why it felt so ticklish at some point of time at Bus Stop III)
There was a particularly profane, moronic boy who verbally-assaulted some of my squadmates.
I expect I will sound slightly out-of-character(since I'm such an angelic, blur-block) if I say this but...
If anyone did that to me I'll freaking kill him. Like, suan him to death, kill lah. Than what? Poke him to death with my pointy Bic ballpoint pen or push him into a isolated corner and hantam the shit outta him?
No. Probably won't be to attractive on my portfolio.
Oh well.
I'm Lee Kuan Yew tommorow.
Yay.
Wake me up when November(holidays!) start.

One Big Wham! wham

2006-07-26T04:15:00.000-07:00

One BIG wham.
*wham*
Another BIG wham.
*wham*
Another other BIG wham.
*wham*
-And that was last week.
Beryl has a new one-
One BIG eye-roll.
*rolls*
-And I can't do it.
My subconscious mind simply disallows it.
Someone, someone told me it'll get stuck up there.
You know who you are. =D

Hah.

2006-07-25T03:41:00.000-07:00

Moronic. Irrational.Self-pitying.

That's how I'll describe you.

When I lend you something, I expect that something to come back to when I want it back.

When I lend you something, I'm being maganimous and unecessarily too.

It's a priviledge, not an entitlement.

Last I checked, I think I had the right to take it back when I want it. Oh, dear. Boo-hoo. Don't cry now (or start hurling vulgarities at me like you did/nit-picking at me), when you abuse that priviledge, I take it back.

Why don't you go and re-think your pathethic, delusional life?

Oh and, no hard feelings, loser.

Spelling errors. Gee

2006-07-22T06:47:00.000-07:00

Wow.
I just saw my last entry.
Let's just say it was all a slip of the finger.
Out.

Mango Juice

2006-07-22T02:11:00.000-07:00

I, in all my psychotic splendor(or not) decided on Wednesday ( a fairly eventful day, for the fact we did our Musc.T costumes after school and had art still-life drawings) that I will stop drinking coffee. I have a feeling my caffeine-induced highs and lows and high-lows are getting on my classmate's nerves(or more appropraitely, those nice, nice wonderful people in my Musc.T group/sitting near me who have to deal with my very, very violent moodswings and whining.)Also, I read on a certain magazine that caffeine isn't the best thing to drink.(Nooooooo! Why do this to me?!?!)
So, I've switched to chocolate milk and juice. Mango juice.
Wheeeee.
My Musc.T group members should know the consequences of me doing so. Hint, hint. It causes highs too. And no migraines when they wear off!
Yay.
Sure, it was exceedingly hard at first, with people tempting you with screams of " Coffee?!?!!?"
Then, you...
scream.
"Eeeeeeeeek!!!" and storm off to the library.
Isn't that just great?
Oh. And Ushering on Friday. For speech day. The fun-est part was before actual duty began. Nat and I kicked the ball around the field with J and L . Just a little , teeny, weeny,ickle,bitty-witty, as B would put it.
To be precise, J was laughing her butt off at us.No surprise there.

Primary School 'Chums'

2006-07-17T00:28:00.000-07:00

. How time fliesssss...
Thank god for that.
I wouldn't have been able to face the stupidity of my ex-class last year.
Suck-ups, b***es ( gossiping here, there, everywhere),himbo-s(Whoops.They don't have looks either.What does that make them now?) and their female counterparts, that particular curly-haired uber b*tchy and ignorant of her unpopularity among both the guys and girls of 6B JPS class of 2000 who siad that I 'looked like a lesbian' because I had short hair and that I was 'siao' because I apparently hardly talked in class.Hah. Lesbian? M*******, no one looks like a lesbian. Perhaps this year in wonderful Nanhua you'll find the need to keep your mouth shut when the need arises? Apparently, you're hated there too. Haha.(though I won't say my source is neither an angel nor that reliable, I won't be surprised if it were so.)
Thank God. Time FLIES.

Entry 01. The Week.

2006-07-15T01:49:00.000-07:00

A fairly eventful week.
I have a quote for you, from our beloved Beryl, Queen Of Blurdom (Don't kill me, Beryl).

' Can I see your sleek, shiny, starched, uniform?'
Is it just me or is it really funny? It's just me? Oh well. I was born odd. Oddrey. Get it? Okay, back to our beloved, Beryl, Q.B She does have a way with words. And drawing Beryl-ime girls. Get it? Anime, Beryl-ime girls?(Okay. Beryl is going to kill me on Monday. She'll poke me to death.) Perhaps if you're perceptive enough you'll notice I'm typing alot less coherently then before. It's the caffeine from UCC coffee, I'm telling you! Anyways, Beryl did get to see me, all snazzy and all in my 'sleek, shiny, silver, starched' uniform. Okay...maybe not silver(only the buttons and badges) or starched. MrLSB almost died when I mentioned starching a uniform to him. He was mortified.Apparently even the Army has cease to do that too. There was a bonus. I was hair-netted and beret-ed(?) in (obviously) the beret I had so frantically seasoned that friday morning itself in class, with the help of Bevin (Thanks Bevin. I'll give you all my pre-squashed yuppie gummies!).
She ambushed me okay, ambushed me ibefore her GG started.I was there, fussing about my belt and here she was, practically hopping on the spot.
Eheheh...
Oh and, I'm ushering for speech day. Why I volunteered? It er....sounds cool? And I'll be bored otherwise anyway...
Oh and, again, I lost Two out of Three of my nametags.I though I lost all three and when i was inside the bookshop, ready to write my name down, I found it pinned behind my tie. Oh, so it went through the wshing cycle about three times and came out intact! WOW.
I'm still rather incoherent eh? Oh well.

My Blog.

2006-07-15T01:17:00.001-07:00

Some things I feel I have to clarify.

'Nemo' means 'Nobody'.Incidentally, it also is the title of one of Nightwish ( a Finnish Symphonic metal band you'll(unfortunately,if you share my fairly odd taste in music) hardly find in Singapore.If you feel like it, you can view it at Youtube.
It is quite apparent that I really like Edgar Allen Poe's poem, The Raven. You have noticed that, right?
Despite the whole 'melancholy-ness' of this er...blogskin, I am in no way sad. in fact, I find myself laughing to myself on buses to my own lame jokes I crack inside my head. Thus some of the 'aunties' on the bus think I'm a nut. I sometimes feel like laughing when scolded too. Okay...Perhaps I am a nut.
I usually try not to talk so much in class, because (Jiyin, I am not acting cool.) something, something in my head tells me to automatically bring my water bottle to my face and drink/gulp from it. this leads to a very, very full bladder (if you think about it, an unbearably full bladder) and this very, vey full/ if-you-think-about-it-unbearably-full bladder often leads me to the toilet.This natural reaction of the body to some-idiot-who-thinks-she's-a-camel isn't aided either by the fact that I drink coffee practically everyday.Apparently, coffee/tea makes you pee.
I am trying my damnest to pay attention in class. Being 2nd in class from the back is crap.

I believe that's it.

Like anyone is actually reading my crap anyway.