Who cares about feelings?

Feelings. They're almost always begging to be spared a thought, isn't it?

"Have you ever spared a thought for my feelings?"

Do you find the above phrase familiar? Sure does ring a bell, doesn't it? Maybe someone said it to you when you unknowingly misplaced his or her trust, or whatsoever.

Feelings are troublesome things. People are often in dilemmas because they want to do what they want to do, but do not dare to proceed. The obstacle? Someone else's feelings.

Why do feelings play such a big part in our lives?

If there were no feelings on this earth, there would be no pity, no compassion too. No volunteers for the victims of the tsunami. No more charity shows for the disabled. Nobody to help those beggars on the streets. The world would be a cold and unfeeling place devoid of sympathy and the like.

Imagine this. You fall down and everyone jeers at you. Clutching your belongings, you run to a corner to recover. You don't feel anything ; you don't even feel like crying because there ARE no feelings, remember?

So, can we do without feelings, or is it essential for our survival?

Sick

Girls and guys out there, if you have ever thought of losing weight by dieting, forget it.

Come get stomach flu!

Serious! It's a GREAT way to lose weight.

Firstly, you won't have any appetite to eat anything. That beats starving yourself ; you don't even WANT to eat!

Secondly, you vomit too! This way, all that you eat comes out and it won't get digested or whatever. Which equals no fat. Isn't that FABULOUS?

Thirdly, you can even skip school while you're at it. The doc will say," Awww ain't you a poor little thing.." and give you a one week's mc straightaway. Ah...

Therefore, I strongly recommend stomach flu as YOUR choice of losing weight!












































(yeah right)

Cussing rights

Cussing.

It's for everyone, right? Everyone has the right to curse. When they are frustrated or whatsoever. Everyone has the right.

So why do parents make such a big fuss when their children cuss? I'm such a victim of a parent's assault. When I went "chao chee bye" in the car because I was feeling particularly down, I received a smack on the lap and a lecture following afterward.

"We are upper class people ah, please do not curse in my car okay? I've said it a lot of times already, why do you still curse? You in RV leh, curse for what?"

So what? So what if I'm from one of the top schools in Singapore? Seriously, I don't care. Just because I'm from a top school means I can't cuss?

What a good explanation.

I have a mouth like anyone else, and I have the right to say anything as long as I don't offend other people. I have the right to say anything anyone else is allowed to do.

Sure, it's uncouth and unsightly (or unhearly) of an "upper class" person, but hey, we have our unhappy days and traumatising experiences to talk about too, right? Obviously we'd get worked up and carried away and perhaps, PERHAPS, say a bit of those curse words.

So, I therefore conclude and assume it right for anyone to curse and swear. Right, people?

A nice encounter with the escalator

Woke up today morning, prepared for school as usual. Did not go to school with Huiyi as she had TAF. Boo.

I stupidly brought along a carton of eggs. ARGGH. Was approaching the station when I noticed that the mrt was coming into the station already. I ran up the escalator, which was obviously a big mistake when you are carrying a bag with a carton of eggs in your right hand and stumbling clumsily around the mrt station. I fell and let go of the eggs, which smashed onto the upper step of the escalator. Any egg in it's right mind would be unable to bear the pain and crack up immediately. Unfortunately, after being held in my hand for so long, the other 9 eggs were influenced by my "nut-loose-in-the-head" syndrome and went totally crazy. Behold, my fantastic power! xD

So paiseh lorh. A woman in front of meturned around to look at me. I wanted to dig a hole and jump into it.

When I reached school, I told Lilin and Cherylabout my prediacament, after which we coerced Leon into washing the whole carton for us =D

We had to stay back for maths reflection after school. Tong was pms-ing as usual - if he's not in a bad mood, then there's somthing wrong with him.

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Funny how people can change overnight, no? One moment they're ultra nice to you and treating you like his/her best pal. The next moment they're attitude-ing you and viewing you as his/her worst enemy. I'm really confused. I really hate it, especially if you're the one being attitude-d. What really puzzled me was why I got this kind if treatment without doing anything wrong to that person. At least, I don't think so. I don't think that I'd done anything undeserving to him/her ; my conscience is clear. I'm really confused.

I shall be nice. I shall heed Yi Tong's advice and be nice to him/her. Maybe that will make him/her feel bad and maybe apologise for all the horrible things he/she had said or done to me.

I.
Shall.
Be.
Nice.









(If I can stand it)

Touters alert!

Heyy I'm here to blog again.

A long day. Finally the 2.4 is over. WHEW~. My timing was 15:18, even though I have long legs. What a disappointment siahhs.

Since I had a project to do, I didn't go out with my usual clique of friends. I went out with my CID group to Westmall instead while they went to the same ol' JEC.

When I reached home, I smsed Huiyi to ask her whether she would like to go swimming. Alas, a pig never straightens its curly tail ; she was again asleep on her comfy bed from 5-7. That prompted me to nag at her about sleeping, how fats would get digested in her sleep and how it would be deposited at the various parts of the body. Haha. I could tell that she was hardly listening judging by the dry answers she gave me, and to evade my incessant nagging she finally said,"Aiyah, tomorrow go swimming lahh.." xD

Then she told me about this touter who approached my other friends at the MRT station while they where coming down the escalator. "Rv girls right? I am not a siao zhar bo...HEE HEE.." Hmm. From my point of view, she really sounds like she'd got a nut loose in her brain, but wadever.

And can you believe it? Huiyi and Peizhen actually gave her money! Whoa. I never knew my friends were so charitable. From what I can remember, they had always rejected offers by those parasites. Am I right, 2gaoxiao-ians? Haha. Don't deny. I can see the look of guilt in your eyes. xD Maybe she was too cute, that's why they contributed. So much for not judging a book by it's cover. xD

Touters are really irritating siah. They're always hanging around JE mrt station, which I don't like because I happen to frequent Jurong Entertainment Centre. I remember all the things we did to avoid them; walked the long way around to Aries, told them no, etc.

One particularly memorable one was when I complained about the cigarette smoke that was distinctly "smell-able" in that area.

Touter: Excuse me...
Me: (pointing at him) Sorry, very smelly
-walks off-

HAHA. I wonder if he's still traumatised thinking of why someone accused him of BO when he had just bought cologne the other day and obviously had used it that day.

I personally have met a woman who appraoched me and my friends as we were heading towards the control station at Orchard mrt station. Wow, what a bitch she was. None of us wanted to donate, being the litle stingy misers we are. xD After she approached us, we stood there for a million years looking at each other with questioning expressions in our eyes, screaming silently in our brain,"WHY WON'T THESE KNNB TOUTERS LEAVE US ALONE?!" We slowly shook our heads, at which she said,"You should have said so earlier." after which she stormed off to sob on her friend's shoulder. (i'm only fantasizing; hey revenge is sweet!)

There's something these touters have to know. From the moment they took up this job, they should have known that it would be full of rejection and attitudes from people. They shouldn't give an attitude to people that rejected them, because they are not even OBLIGED to donate in the first place! Kind-hearted souls do it out of goodwill, but not all Singaporeans are angels with a halo over their heads. They should at least be mentally prepared lest they get rejected really really badly. Furthermore, we're only students! We have a limited supply of money and you can't blame us if we refuse to donate, right? While you get money from our donation, we lose a few bucks. No big deal? Becuase YOU'RE not a student and YOU don't have a limited flow of money.


There has been too many charity shows. So many that people are getting stingy. So this should serve as a warning to those touters out there. We know it's your job, but can you please spare us students?

I hate my feet

I hate my feet. I really do.

I think big foots like me will also think the same. It's really kinda.. disappointing.

I rushed all the way back home, settled down at my computer, and received a call from my mum asking me to go downstairs right away because she had bought a pair of sport shoes for me and wanted me to go try it out in case it didn't fit.

I was overjoyed. WOW, I thought. The first time my mum actually bought smth for me out of her OWN WILL! Changing hurriedly I practically flew downstairs and got into the car. Then I saw the shoe box.

Oh wow, I muttered. My own pair of sport shoes! Nike brand, too. I hardly have any branded goods, mind you. My parents are too thrifty. Or maybe they're too poor to provide me with any of this luxuries, I never know. But now, a pair of nikes, just for me! Miraculous, I thought.

Reaching over to the shoebox, I opened the lid and saw a really beautiful pair of shoes. It was blue and grey and really pretty. I almost gasped.

Now, the next test was whether it fit me or not.

Godammit. It didn't fit. As usual.

Actually, it was just a little tight. But I know, with the rv socks being so thick and all, I thought twice about bringing it home. Then when my mum was at the clinic taking her medicine, my dad asked me to go walk around in that pair of shoes.

I opened the door, stepped out and stood. I took a first step. My toes! They hurt.

I was reluctant, at first. Though it looked REALLY REALLY nice and all, it WAS tight. It was an undeniable fact. I spent the rest of the car trip arguing with my parents about how "okay" it was and how it could fit me, but my dad wouldn't budge. His tagline? "Not comfortable ah, don't buy. Outside look nice only, inside very pain one." -.-

Went to Jurong Point, where my parents bought the ill-fitting shoes. Striding into Sportslink, I looked quite weird in my red Winnie the Pooh t-shirt, white beach shorts and dirty hot pink slippers I bought from Valu$ at $1 per pair. Note that my olour combination sucked; I couldn't be bothered about colour combi at that moment in time.

Sitting at the couch, I watched as my mum paced the aisle down the towering shoeboxes. Looking critically at the multi-coloured shoes on top of the already towering shoeboxes, she finally picked 4 shoes for me to wear.

THEN MY MUM ASKED THE SALESLADY WHETHER THEY HAD MY SIZE. She glanced at my feet and said, " Hen da leh (which means very big in chinese)."

ARGGH i hate it when this happens. I sorta feel conscious when people say my feet are big. ARGGH. But whatever. At least i'm tall. Hahas.

After a longg period of choosing and picking, I picked the Women's Air Monarch; although less pretty than the other one, it was comfy. I remember complaining to my mum that I wanted the old one back instead. Gahh.

I hate big feet. I hate my feet. I hate it when people look at my feet and say," Very big leh." I hate it I hate it and I hate it. ARGGH. God please spare me from this agony I'm going through!

An adaption: "My Lord, if you can't make my feet tiny, at least make my friends' feet big" xDD

Reasons why the NAPFA 2.4 km run is totally lame

Hoohas. Here I am to blog again. Since we're all in the NAPFA mood, why not I talk abt the importance (and the unimportance) of the NAPFA 2.4 run?

Have you ever thought of the reason WHY we spend an agonizing 15 minutes or so forcing yourself to run, to race against time? Is it to get a golden shiny badge for your collar pin or whatsoever? And so what if you get a gold? Is it really a status of whether you're fit or not? I'll let you think for yourself.

Surveys have shown that 38/10 people dislike, or hate (to the extent of wanting to strangle their PE teachers and push them into the Pandan reservoir to their DEATHS... MUAHAHAHAHA) morning runs AND 2.4 runs. And i'm not joking about the ratio. It's thirty-three over ten people. (aiyah, actually i only ask 10 people, then my whole class hate morning runs so much ah they all come and extra, object like shit liddat. so not my fault, i merely stating the truth HAHAHAS)

Erhemm, okay, back to the subject. So what if you can run 2.4 km? Will it help in your future endeavours? It's not like EVERYBODY is going to be an all-star athlete or whatever fuck. I propse, leave the torture to the trackers, for goodness and badness sake.Not all of us enjoy the crappish training. And unless you are cureently holding a lifelong dream to run (or fly), the 2.4 run is NOT going to help you in any way. So just take it easy man!

Now, now, don't retort back by saying the run keeps you fit. Have you ever thought of how it would be like for the whole world to be fat / obese? There'll be no discrimination, no feelings of envy and the like ; no supermodels, no comparison of waist measurements and no people going mad and killing themselves or others due to excessive amounts of wallowing in self pity.. (okay lah, a bit exaggerated lah). But who cares xD And no one will care about the slimming centres that will close down, horh? Hmm.

P.S. The author of this blog post is not liable for any of it's content. All students quoting from this blog post may not come after the author of this post lest the parents or teachers hearing it may just explode and die. All rights reserved.

What to say when your brother does anything to irritate you

1) When your brother sits in front of the black box, refusing to move and blocking your view, which you do not like.

you: Oi, get lost lah!
brother: I WANNA WATCH TV
you: watch ah, watch your head lah. watch until so fucking near summore.
brother: aiyah your problem izzit.
you: yes my problem because you blocking my view of my __(insert artiste here) !
brother: she(he) very nice meh, only ____(insert insult here) and _____(insert a worse insult here)
you: kanninah
brother: wah liao you bushuang is it you wanna fight is it
-no need to elaborate further, it all depends on your skill now-

2) When your brother barges into your room when you want to have some privacy

you:wah liao eh get the bloody hell outta my room you ___(insert horrible term for brother here)
brother: what lah i wanna play computer lah
you: aiyah go away lah or i tell mummy
brother: i not scared of her leh, cannot izzit
you: wah she...____, ___, ___, ___, ___(insert noble deeds mummy had done) then you still wanna make her angry izzit

-note: in the perfectest situation, brother will go: "aiyah okay lah"and leave the room. but in not so perfect situations...

brother: so what, i still not scared
you: i dun care you get out of my room before i..
brother: do what huh? i not scared of mummy, scared of you for wh...
-give a kick to your brother now that sends him flying out of the door-
*WHAM*
there you have it.
two pretty lame examples of how to deal with your siblings.
please do not try this at home, not even when you're at your wits' end. xD