I have been hurt
Friday, July 31, 2009, 3:26 AM
Thursday, July 30, 2009, 8:23 PM
If not for my family and religion, I would have killed myself.
Tuesday, July 28, 2009, 8:11 PM
R+J and Bukit Timah Nature Reserve
I've got 2 things to talk about. 1. LA lesson - R+J movie 2. BUKIT TIMAH NATURE RESERVE
When Mr Lee asked us which movie, the 1968 Romeo and Juliet or 1997 MTV Romeo+Juliet, I unquestionably raised my hand for the former. But after watching a part of the MTV one, I think that it was quite nice, just that Mercutio was very overboard and disturbing. Leonardo DiCaprio was gorgeous. Damn cute. But I still prefer the 1968 version. Because the MTV one ruins my whole impression of Romeo and Juliet, whatever good thing that's left of it. (Did you know Lady Capulet dresses as Cleopatra in the movie and went around kissing younger guys?)
So people at me table, Hannah, Gah Yarn, Sarah and I were quite fed up with the repetitive kissing scenes and tried to aim the ball at the screen, but unfortunately, I missed and Hannah nearly hit Mr Lee, causing him to misunderstand. Really really sorry. But we didn't purposely hit him. It was meant for Romeo. And Hannah feels wronged. I feel so guilty because I started it all. I'm so sorry...
The Bukit Timah trip was damn fun. We saw like, 2 monitor lizards which most likely weren't the same ones (the first one was probably too frightened to come out again) and a huge spider web, a grasshopper and loads man. Wanqing tried to stroke one monitor lizard and I videoed the whole process. Shall post it to youtube and class blog. The quarry was magnificent! The water was so damn clear I felt like jumping in and swimming. But couldn't. We took a group photo too. x) Then, Wanqing and I dug at the spot Mrs Amy told us too. The leaf litter wasn't as thick as we expected and the top soil was freaking thin. seriously. After only less than 10 minutes of slow and easy digging, we could already see the granite below. This is how bad the eco-system is. Gosh.
It was ver short, but very enjoyable. A nature walk just before stressing exams. How perfect. =)
I posted a ton of pictures on my sina blog. Because it has the photobook function and I don't like facebook. x) Linked there as lumispir
Sunday, July 26, 2009, 3:39 AM
Thursday, July 23, 2009, 8:34 PM
Nothing good, nothing bad.
Just feel pressurized.
And the ever-familiar stress keeps building up, and crushing me underneath.
Monday, July 20, 2009, 8:16 PM
I haven't gotten a sick leave in Nanyang before, no matter how sick I was. But now Doc wants me to stay home and rest, and doesn't believe my body can handle it. Not only one day, but 2! And I'll miss my third geography lesson, and i won't be able to catch up.
Will someone tell me what ever she taught and for other lessons too?
I need to copy someone's notes, can someone be as kind as to lend me?
I want to ask teachers to give me remedial, will any of them agree?
Will I fail my tests? I don't really know. All I know is everyone will be better than me, and I be lagging behind on the run, just like I always do, striving to catch up and undoing any of the relaxing I've been forced to do, but the monster always catches up with me, no matter how I try to dodge, forcing me into mental insanity, losing my control of myself.
Please someone save me, save me from myself. Please.
Sick. Again. And I'm afriad to go to school because my temperature is on the high side (around 37.something) but not fever yet (hopefully it isn't) and I've got a blocked nose and an uncomfortable throat. crap man.
Thursday, July 16, 2009, 2:17 PM
Harry Potter & the Half-Blood Prince.
Why do I feel like the Order of Phoenix incident all over again?
Tuesday, July 14, 2009, 9:29 PM
Do we still have this next year?
Many mirrors surrounding them in an octogen-shaped room, twenty-two girls started torturing themselves by stretching their limbs in weird manners. All of a sudden the music stops, and the teacher walks to the middle of the room, staring right down at the girl sitting there in the middle. She with her boy-cut hairstyle, looks up at the teacher, eyeing the stick she holds in her hands frequently, and in a small and meek voice, asks, "明年还会有吗?"
Saturday, July 11, 2009, 8:46 PM
The Class of Big Nice Tables
What happened to our nice big tables?
They removed them and took them all away...
212. A class not only consisting of GEPers, but also friends, who've come together from different schools and different places. Although we've had our fights, but we also have had our happy moments when we're together as one, all for one.
From C3-03, a normal classroom with 23 blue tables, we inherited the 212 legacy, and we shifted to AE3-01, the classroom hidden away in the dark corner of Nanyang Girls' High, a classroom with wide windows and blig wide tables.
No one cared that we didn't have a broom cupboard or that our tables were joined together, all of us were proud to continue the history of Secondary 2 GEP classes, being in a special classroom, where the fengshui seemed better.
Swopping seats every term, grumbling when we had to leave our classrooms for the LSC week, we all started forgetting about the pleasures of having a small table to ourselves, or should I say we discovered the beauty of the table which was the symbol of our classroom. Big, spacious and a solid shelf underneath, where we could put our pens and not be afriad they would drop. We didn't have to worry that our tables would become very messy; they were too heavy to go out of place.
Memories belonging to only 212 and 212 alone, for a very long time, it included those tables. The tables which were adjoined to each other did not let us feel that others were invading our personal space, but they only made our hearts come closer to each other, preventing our class from dividing, keeping us as one, a unique one.
But now, what happened to our nce big tables? The tables which hold all our memories? The tables where 6 people could squeeze together at and still find space for more? The tables which won't tremble if you sit on it? The tables that didn't have uneven legs? They removed and took them all away, bring our memories and habits along with them.
I know all of us would do everything we can, give up anything for our old tables back. The familiarity of those big wooden tables crept into our hearts, bringing an unknown stability to us all. Replacing them with shaky blue tables, we would once again be the same as any other class, losing our very special uniqueness, once again stuffing pieces of paper under the legs of tables to prevent them from shaking. Memories belonging to the Class of Big Nice Tables will linger, and the same feeling gone with their loss.
Without our Big Nice Tables, won't 212 feel a loss, an emptiness in our hearts? One of the biggest rooms in Nanyang Girls' High, it used to be filled with 11 big tables, yet still remain spacious. Now, it will be ocupied by 22 small blue tables, leaving a big space, a big emptiness, a big loss.
Give us back our tables. We want them back.
Friday, July 10, 2009, 11:56 PM
Heal The World
Thinking about why the entire world was making such a huge fuss about a dead pop star, my mind suddenly flashes back to a scene when I was 3, prancing around my living room, dancing to the music of Billie Jean with the music video playing on my television.
When I was 7, they played Heal The World during school assembly, and I remember I asked my teacher, "Why does that guy put his hand on his waist when he spins in a circle?"
When I was 9, I started singing We Are The World with my school choir for the SYF Competition, and we got a Silver, our very first Silver.
The memories don't stop there. My dad was an avid fan of that very same pop star and I loved his songs too, even though he was not Westlife or S.H.E. Think about it. Who has never heard of that pop star? The guy who went through discrimination against Blacks in America to stand out, gain so much fame, and sang so many influential songs.
Someone once said that "there was never someone who went so high, yet dropped so low" yet I disagree. Even during his hardest times, he never did drop rock-bottom. Even though people smeared mud onto his name, the rain would always wash it away, no matter how thick it was. Even though he was one of the world's richest people, he never forgot about his humble beginnings and helped others.
Who has never heard of his famous Moonwalk, the dance that changed the entire course of modern dancing, the dance that no one can ever imitate, the dance that the whole world knew of? Who didn't recognize that guy in the black fedora and single sequinned glove?
Just a few minutes of news of his death rocked the world, he became the No.1 search on Google. Just a few days of his death, Billie Jean topped world music charts again, 27 years after it was released. Just a week after his death, I listened to Heal The World once more. And for the first time in my entire life, I really cried listening to a song.
And this is my tribute to Michael Jackson, King of Pop, a king who reigned for 40 years and will continue reigning till the end of time.
Thursday, July 09, 2009, 12:37 PM
Couldn't sleep last night, until like, 2am? No! I was in bed by 11.30 already, but this very stupid insect flew into my room and it was buzzing, i could hear its wings beating. Furthermore, when it hit the walls and all, the smack sound was so loud. So I wound up hiding under my blanket, shivering in fear for nearly 3 hours. I should have brought a torchlight and my maths revision booklet to bed. Now I'm really really tired. argh. And I have audi prac.
Wednesday, July 08, 2009, 4:14 PM
What happened today? I kinda forgot. But all I know is it wasn't very good. Just more homework.
Monday, July 06, 2009, 5:24 PM
They were running after me, the people I thought were my friends, but i couldn't see their faces clearly. I had to escape, and not let them kidnap me. I ran and one cornered me. I tried to scream, but failed. No sound would come out from my mouth. Time froze as I tried to scream, again and again. Finally I was successful, but the scream was very soft. I reached for the pillow at the end of the bed and bugged it tight, then turned to my side. Then they came for me again, and I ran, screaming. But I couldn't scream. Again I tried and when I finally scream, I discovered that I was lying on my bed, in darkness. And finally I realised, you can't actually scream in dreams, unless you want to wake up.
Saturday, July 04, 2009, 10:03 AM
filled wih trauma
I totally regret watching that video about microbes that Ms Lye showed. I've not been able to sleep well ever since! argh. Always thinking about how dirty and full of scar microbes the tablecloth has, and imagining that the dustmites on my pillow are crawling all over my body and what else, microbes are watching me in the toilet! Nightmares and more nightmares. It is definitely tons more horrifying than a horror movie! I'm traumatised. TRAUMATISED!