gissy truly sux.

Monday, March 06, 2006

Okay, I've five days' worth of blogging to do. I'll try and make it as short, sharp and sweet as possible.

Saturday started off pretty cool. Hopped into my dear's dad's car, then picked Naddy up. My dear's dad took us to MacDonald's and got Naddy and I hash browns and milo. *lol*

I nearly died from drinking the milo.

My stomach sent a message to my brain:

Too.. much..

Oh well, I held the cup with tissue paper cause it was so cold.

Drama! Gosh.. It was the most embarrassing moment. Not exactly.. I've had more embarrassing moments.

Sweaty palms! The pushing "game" was.. humiliating.

Later that night, I apologised to Hsuan Te for my sweaty palms. Oh well, apparently he had sweaty palms too, just that I didn't notice.

Disgusting boy. He said the contact was like.. "slosh". DISGUSTING....

And you know what was the funniest thing? Hsuan Te couldn't pronounce "stool" properly. I didn't hear anything wrong, with it, though. Anyways, he kept repeating himself.

"Stool.. Stool.. If I'm a stool.."

*ROFL* I didn't crack up cause he couldn't get the pronounciation right (hell, I didn't even notice anything wrong), but cause.. I mean.. Stool. Like poop. *lol*

Anyways, went for an MFB meeting at SECDC (Paya Lebar, SingPost). Didn't do much. Ended pretty late.

Followed my dear and her dad to dinner.

Right before dinner, I got a tour of GEYLANG! Singapore's red light district!

I tell you, the place.. Is... Awesome.

Of course, I didn't get out of the car. I got a tour from inside the car. :D

The place is superly organised (prostitute-wise).. There was a street, where all the $40-$50 protitutes would be. They're quite.. unappetising, shall I say? Further up, there were the $100-$150 ones. THOSE, were better.

Then there would be one street filled with Indonesians, another for Chinese. I didn't get to see the transvestites. Apparently, they were on the other side, but we didn't go that way. So amusing. We actually drove around Geylang just to look at prostitutes. You people should do it too!

Had dinner right after that with my dear and her dad. I was STUFFED. Didn't finish the pei dan porridge (Sorry, don't know how to spell porridge in Cantonese in English.). Felt so bad. It was a HUGE bowl.

While we were eating, we saw this lady eating with her eyes closed. HILARIOUS, I tell you.

She wore a glove in one hand, and she would use that hand to hold on to the piece of chicken while she ate away at it. And then she would close her eyes. Trust me, her eyes weren't nearly closed, and her eyes weren't very very small.

We figured that there were two reasons why she closed her eyes:
1. She was trying to convince herself that she was eating abalone or something.

2. She was very very tired.

Got sent home by my dear's dad later. Got home pretty late. At about.. 10.15 or something.

Sunday!

Didn't go church, and went to CDC at 8am for an MFB meeting. I slogged the WHOLE day at the computer. Then during a little "break" (actually, it wasn't really a break. I just had nothing to do.), I started doing my Physics homework.

I dwelled on a 2 mark question for AGES. I spent so much time on that question! In the morning, before the meeting. During the meeting, during the break. And.. when I was doing my work in class cause a teacher didn't come or summat like that.

For lunch, my friends were nice enough to get me a can of soy bean drink to go with my food! They got it SPECIALLY for me! Why?

Uhh.. Cause I can't drink ANYTHING but water, milk and soy bean drink for the whole of Lent? That was one of my sacrifices. :D

I was so touched! Thanks guys, you really didn't have to. I was fine with water. VERY fine. :P Really! I LURVE water!

Got home really late again. I wore Jackie the whole day. :D

Monday! Uhh.. Lemme try and recall what happened.

OH! I went to Rachelle's (sayang's) house after school!

I had prata bomb! SUPER COOL!

Its.. roti prata with melted sugar inside. No, not the melted sugar that's brown. The melted sugar that's clear and colourless. Kinda.

SUPER COOL! *giggles* It was uber cool.

Sayang told me that I had to go out more often.

We spent a very melodious afternoon together. It all started with us going back to her place after the prata bomb. Sayang plonked herself on her sofa and pointed to the piano.

"Play for me. Entertain me."

Or summat to that extent.

And I did. *lol* Quite funny. Apparently, the song that I was playing happened to be a song she wanted to learn for ages. So we spent lotsa time on it.

Then she started playing this song, and I started singing along. Anyone remembers this song that goes.. "On top of spaghetti, all covered with cheese. I lost my poor meatball when somebody sneezed."

CUTE!? Mhm. *nodnods*

Then she played a few little tunes on the violin, and she played some disney songs on her piano, and she taught me a little bit of ballet and we talked quite a bit. Awesome, my sayang.

I don't think opposites attract. :D That law only applies for magnetism. "Like poles repel, unlike poles attract." (I studied it today, you know! By myself! Without waiting for my teacher to teach us! I love myself.")

Okay.. Tuesday. Started off a really good day. No, actually. Its was average. I had a teensy E Maths test. Class test. Whilst the others were having A maths.

So.. the test was half an hour. And the paper was out of 20. Vectors.

I did the paper.. and completed it 10 seconds before time was up. Why? Because I didn't see the solution that was STARING at me in the face. Oh well.

Anyways, we compared answers, and I found that I made a CARELESS MISTAKE!!!

h - (- 2) = ?

h + 2, correct!?

Guess what darling me wrote? h + 4.

HOW DID I GET FOUR!? Oh well, I lost three marks. I was THAT close to getting full marks. Oh well. I'm happy with my score.

And.. this sucked. Kinda spoilt my day. A little.

I failed English.

Yes, gape at the computer screen.

I passed my test, but 20 or 30% of the CA score was for the holiday homework.

I handed it in, but my teacher lost it. So.. I got zero for that. Which caused me to fail.

The holiday homework was marked and returned, and I found that I didn't get mine back. So I went to ask my teacher. She said that she didn't have it. Then she checked the list, and found that I got 0. I -did- do it! I seriously did.

I did. I checked the computer today. I found the files!!!

Anyways, I thought I wouldn't feel anything. Cause I would've passed, but it was just that my teacher lost my paper, and it wasn't exactly her fault that I got zero. Without my paper, she can't even mark it and give me any marks at all. I don't know whether she doubted me handing it in, but I'm the English Rep, for goodness' sake. Would I not do my homework? Pfft. Oh well.

I went back to my seat feeling.. nothing. :P

Then I picked up my water bottle from the ground, intending to drink from it. After I opened the bottle halfway, I froze, closed the bottle a little bit, held the bottle in my left hand, took Jackie from behind me, placed him in my lap and sobbed into him. Everything happened so quietly. Oh well, but my partners noticed about five seconds after I broke down.

I got over it in about.. 5 minutes. It was then that I figured that my teacher couldn't do anything.

After school, my dear and I went to CDC again. Got home at.. 10.15? Pfft. Bathed, quickly ate and was in bed by.. 11pm. Read a few pages of my book, then went to sleep.

Today.

One big, fat, sucky day.

It was alright in school.

One part of Drama was particularly funny. I shan't put it here.. Too lazy. I'm gonna blog on the EMDD '06 blog after this entry.

Got myself Ben and Jerry's ice cream!!! Uber cool. Big tub. Phish something. (In case you didn't notice, phish = fish. And no, there isn't any fish in it. Its just fish-shaped fudge in the ice cream.)

With every large tub of Ben and Jerry's ice cream purchased, the buyer will get one bar of Ben and Jerry's Cherry Garcia ice cream worth $4.20 FREE!!!! So happy. :D

Got home, told my dad I failed English. I was completely over it.

My dad got pissed. He asked me lotsa questions.. Don't remember. Being the understanding girl I am, I said that it wasn't exactly my teachers fault, and she can't give me marks if there wasn't my work.

Daddy: "Why did she lose it?"

Me: What do you mean, "why did she lose it"? When people lose things and don't remember anything, they won't know why they lost it.

Spastic, I say.

Daddy: What's your teacher's number? I want to call her.

*silence*

Daddy: Did you do the work in the first place?

Me: YES.

Daddy: Then there isn't a problem. If your teacher really lost it, I can go all the way to the principal.

I got kinda freaked.. I am, number one, English rep. I am, number two, quite close to that teacher. I am, number three, on good terms with the teacher.

I stuffed the last spoonful of food into my mouth and brought my dinner plate out to the kitchen. Then I walked straight into my room.

My maid called for me to finish my soup. Then I said I didn't want it.

Dad: Don't show me your temper, I haven't even shown mine yet.

Pfft. What temper? I didn't even retaliate. I didn't even say a THING. I was being nice. If I wasn't, I would've yelled the whole house down.

Anyway, one reason why she lost my paper could probably have been because the homework was handed in a very disorganised manner. Every one handed in the work at different times. Every time she came into class, I gave some to her.

I clearly remember myself handing the work in ON TIME, so I shouldn't be penalised for handing in my homework late. Before the extension, in fact. If handed in during the extension, then I would be penalised.

And my work was handed in with others. I don't understand why, but MINE had to go missing. Which sucks. But then again, since I've been passing so much, I guess its time I had a taste of failing.

I found my work anyways. I hope she'll mark it before my form teacher keys in the marks for CA 1.

A1 to F9. What a disgusting score.

Then later, my dad entered the room and asked for my teacher's number again. I said that it was alright, because I found my homework. I pointed to the computer.

Then he said the most OFFENDING thing in the world.

"I don't believe you."

Fuck it. Yes, I used the word again.

Me: So you're calling me a liar?

Daddy: Ya, sort of.

I fucking did my work, and I wouldn't lie if I didn't. Gosh, am I really that kind of person to you

I don't understand, I really don't. I told him that I found my work already, but he didn't believe me. The files were already open, for goodness' sake! Pfft.

I'm still very prone to injuries, it seems. I cut myself with a pencil. *blinks*

darkness falls at 8:50 PM