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Monday, July 13, 2009
Wednesday, July 8, 2009
14
14
Forever my favourite photo.
11.05am.
8th July 2009.
Wednesday.
Mood: Forgetful.
I forgot about '14' until I plonked myself down in front of the laptop and drowned myself in cheesy 90s songs.
If this is confusing to you, then this is not for you.
To you that is for you, you would still be confused anyway. Haha.
Because
14 isn't supposed to be where you should start.
But it does not matter who I direct this post to, because it applies just as much to you (yes you), you (the other yous) and me. Its up to you to figure out which you are you=)
As much as you like to see the big picture, sometimes looking at details can be oddly fulfilling. Paying attention is something we are not good at. Girls are better at it, though solely being better does not mean we have perfected the skills of noticing the little nuances around us.
There is this anime show I watched before. Its called 'Azumanga Daioh!', possibly the quirkest most plotless anime I have set eyes on.
They dedicated a whole episode to 'hiccups'. Not metaphorical hiccups, but the literal ones. :D Yes, those hickhick sounds, or as Wikipedia puts it: the spasmodic contraction of the diaphragm that repeats several times per minute.
At a glance, that 25-minute episode seems like the most wasted 25 minutes ever, and you would probably be using the next 23 hours and 35minutes to figure out why did you even bother watching a 25 minute episode about hiccups. =)
My point here is, don't we all treat the hiccups (ooh, being metaphorical now) of everyday doldrums in the same fashion? After awhile, we get bored. We linger around to see if the hiccups would turn into a fullblown asthma attack. [I'm sorry but I have a knack at coming up with the weirdest and lousiest analogies ever:D ]When it does not (it almost always never), we leave.
I don't want that to happen.
And I do things like these: making confusing posts, staying up till the wee hours to draw a friend's birthday card, helping a boyfriend choose a present for his girlfriend [heh you two so owe me] etc, to make sure I'm interesting enough, caring enough, novel enough and worth it for my loved ones to stay for. Its hard to perk up at the little changes everyday, especially after some particularly asshole biology and chem and math double periods. But I think its needed, to make sure everything stays fresh and different. I sound like I'm giving advices for sex, my god.
Its really comforting to have friends who fret when you're 0.1% less perky than normal. And they go all the way to make sure you revert that 0.1% back to perkiness. They sit down beside you with a worried look and ask ala ChonFan: ZOMOK NI?
I like that.
People who notice, who care about the details. And when you care about details, well, it would be hard for the big picture not to fall into place now, no? [This does not apply to my-full-stops-not-nice-i-tear-the-whole-report-do-it-over-again OCD. Thats just pushing it a little bit too far]
I think that is all I have to write for now.
All I have to say is:
Good luck. Waiiittttt.
And
Keep reading.
Love,
Ida
Forever my favourite photo.
11.05am.
8th July 2009.
Wednesday.
Mood: Forgetful.
I forgot about '14' until I plonked myself down in front of the laptop and drowned myself in cheesy 90s songs.
If this is confusing to you, then this is not for you.
To you that is for you, you would still be confused anyway. Haha.
Because
14 isn't supposed to be where you should start.
But it does not matter who I direct this post to, because it applies just as much to you (yes you), you (the other yous) and me. Its up to you to figure out which you are you=)
As much as you like to see the big picture, sometimes looking at details can be oddly fulfilling. Paying attention is something we are not good at. Girls are better at it, though solely being better does not mean we have perfected the skills of noticing the little nuances around us.
There is this anime show I watched before. Its called 'Azumanga Daioh!', possibly the quirkest most plotless anime I have set eyes on.
They dedicated a whole episode to 'hiccups'. Not metaphorical hiccups, but the literal ones. :D Yes, those hickhick sounds, or as Wikipedia puts it: the spasmodic contraction of the diaphragm that repeats several times per minute.
At a glance, that 25-minute episode seems like the most wasted 25 minutes ever, and you would probably be using the next 23 hours and 35minutes to figure out why did you even bother watching a 25 minute episode about hiccups. =)
My point here is, don't we all treat the hiccups (ooh, being metaphorical now) of everyday doldrums in the same fashion? After awhile, we get bored. We linger around to see if the hiccups would turn into a fullblown asthma attack. [I'm sorry but I have a knack at coming up with the weirdest and lousiest analogies ever:D ]When it does not (it almost always never), we leave.
I don't want that to happen.
And I do things like these: making confusing posts, staying up till the wee hours to draw a friend's birthday card, helping a boyfriend choose a present for his girlfriend [heh you two so owe me] etc, to make sure I'm interesting enough, caring enough, novel enough and worth it for my loved ones to stay for. Its hard to perk up at the little changes everyday, especially after some particularly asshole biology and chem and math double periods. But I think its needed, to make sure everything stays fresh and different. I sound like I'm giving advices for sex, my god.
Its really comforting to have friends who fret when you're 0.1% less perky than normal. And they go all the way to make sure you revert that 0.1% back to perkiness. They sit down beside you with a worried look and ask ala ChonFan: ZOMOK NI?
I like that.
People who notice, who care about the details. And when you care about details, well, it would be hard for the big picture not to fall into place now, no? [This does not apply to my-full-stops-not-nice-i-tear-the-whole-report-do-it-over-again OCD. Thats just pushing it a little bit too far]
I think that is all I have to write for now.
All I have to say is:
Good luck. Waiiittttt.
And
Keep reading.
Love,
Ida
Monday, July 6, 2009
1am
is a perfect time to post pictures.
Two days ago, I camwhored.
Today, I post.
Two days ago, I camwhored.
One day ago, I stole pictures.
Today, I post.
Saturday, July 4, 2009
Are you in pain?
A small update with minimal writings.
Brought to you by
MELODY SIM THUNG EE MY MISFIT STALKER PHOTOGRAPHER
[Because I promise to credit her big big]
Thursday: Melody lugged her Ringo to school to stalk people. She has photos of all of our pissed-off faces, including mine. She is withholding those photos until monday, GOD KNOWS WHY.
Friday: Report card day: In my teacher's words, my mum is 'a blessed mum.'=3 Best line ever, made my mum, cough in fook ann's words, ascent to heaven. And all the better for me to procrastinate with homework.
After that, I headed to Starbucks to meet up with Mel and Ju. If you follow Mel's blog, [click above], you would know by now of her morbid EOTW project. She is busy cooking some ideas up on how to stalk us all more stalker-pro-like. Though she accused Julie and Me for not providing her inspirations. In the end, the outing turned out to be more of a bunch of candid coffee-related shots than project work.
Eyebags?!
My character: I am the one who does not believe in the End of the World. I am in denial even if it DOES happen (which it does, according to mel heh) because I believe in getting married and having kids. And not JUST kids, but twins- 1 girl and 1 boy. =D Theres also something to do with an airport and getting kissed but thats a bit vague. [Demands for details from Mel the director]
Mel's jacket smelled like lil drops of heaven. I overuse that line.
Damn Mel was not joking. Damn Lance was also not joking. =.=
Poser. I know, so fake die how=3 With caffeine-induced headache to boot.
Mel: Luke, Skye and Sora don't like everybody, except me. They love me.
Ju and Me: Then us le?
Mel: *pause*..Ok nia la.
Best conversation of the day.
A happy rant free post. Words barely strung coherently together. Also not bothering with blardy english.
Ida is on the moon.
Brought to you by
MELODY SIM THUNG EE MY MISFIT STALKER PHOTOGRAPHER
[Because I promise to credit her big big]
Thursday: Melody lugged her Ringo to school to stalk people. She has photos of all of our pissed-off faces, including mine. She is withholding those photos until monday, GOD KNOWS WHY.
Friday: Report card day: In my teacher's words, my mum is 'a blessed mum.'=3 Best line ever, made my mum, cough in fook ann's words, ascent to heaven. And all the better for me to procrastinate with homework.
After that, I headed to Starbucks to meet up with Mel and Ju. If you follow Mel's blog, [click above], you would know by now of her morbid EOTW project. She is busy cooking some ideas up on how to stalk us all more stalker-pro-like. Though she accused Julie and Me for not providing her inspirations. In the end, the outing turned out to be more of a bunch of candid coffee-related shots than project work.
Eyebags?!
My character: I am the one who does not believe in the End of the World. I am in denial even if it DOES happen (which it does, according to mel heh) because I believe in getting married and having kids. And not JUST kids, but twins- 1 girl and 1 boy. =D Theres also something to do with an airport and getting kissed but thats a bit vague. [Demands for details from Mel the director]
Mel's jacket smelled like lil drops of heaven. I overuse that line.
Damn Mel was not joking. Damn Lance was also not joking. =.=
Poser. I know, so fake die how=3 With caffeine-induced headache to boot.
Mel: Luke, Skye and Sora don't like everybody, except me. They love me.
Ju and Me: Then us le?
Mel: *pause*..Ok nia la.
Best conversation of the day.
A happy rant free post. Words barely strung coherently together. Also not bothering with blardy english.
Ida is on the moon.
Thursday, June 25, 2009
Short Shoutout
To Hannah Chen,
who elevated Green Road squirrel status in Interschool Public Speaking by garnering...
1st Place! You go kick some serious squirrel tails in divisonals, you!
We never do well in PS, so this was like a 'little drop of heaven'.
I guess those times you spent 'kek-ing' the lil miss sweetpleaseandthankyous attitude in debate paid off.
You done squirrels proud, Hannah.
I refuse to owe you lollipops.
***
I lack proper posts. Sorry. So so sorry.
who elevated Green Road squirrel status in Interschool Public Speaking by garnering...
1st Place! You go kick some serious squirrel tails in divisonals, you!
We never do well in PS, so this was like a 'little drop of heaven'.
I guess those times you spent 'kek-ing' the lil miss sweetpleaseandthankyous attitude in debate paid off.
You done squirrels proud, Hannah.
I refuse to owe you lollipops.
***
I lack proper posts. Sorry. So so sorry.
Friday, June 12, 2009
[EDITED UPDATED] 12 June 2009
Morning: Project NIE
The Fully Edited Version by Sean. Colours are pretty vivid, no?=)
Thank you, buddy! I will chia you.
Saturday, June 6, 2009
Life screws you right at 92%
Its 1.30am and I have been forcing myself to stay awake for the past hour or so waiting for a song download.
It reads 92% completed. And I thought 'YES SWEET SWEET 8%'
Then,
The accursed window pops up (Oh you smug SMUG little no good piece of technological crap):
'Internet Explorer has stopped working. Close now.'
WHY?!?!
*cries in a corner*
It reads 92% completed. And I thought 'YES SWEET SWEET 8%'
Then,
The accursed window pops up (Oh you smug SMUG little no good piece of technological crap):
'Internet Explorer has stopped working. Close now.'
WHY?!?!
*cries in a corner*
Wednesday, June 3, 2009
20 disconnected parts to piece together
1) Ichi:Which temple?
Ni: Neh, the red one.
Ichi:...ALL TEMPLES ARE RED!
2) I'm not wearing the annoying shorts and you're not wearing the annoying red hoodie. [ditto =)]
3) Little girls have bigger vocabularies than little boys.
4) Make love, not war.
5) If you reverse your surname, it reads like CABINET! (Kevin Tan. Kebin Nat. Go figure)
6) Makh! Akh! Makh! Akh!
7) I meant what I said, and I said what I meant. An elephant's faithful one hundred percent ...
8) You still want cream and coffee on you? (Not what you think it is, and its chocolate, not coffee by the way )
9) Theres an ego on the bed.
10) Green. and. glasses. =)
11) Don't I sound like a constipated baby elephant on the phone?=D
12) 坚强不等于女强人
13) Treat them mean, make them keen.
14) They downgraded Will Turner from Orlando Bloom to Zac Efron?! (LOL)
15) Those 3 words. are said too much. than not enough.
16) Ticklish. I. refuse. to. be.
17) Mr BOUT ( Big One Up There) would love to receive all the thank yous you give, my dear=)
18) Don't die. We still need your car.
19) No lah, I don't always win. She wins too...when I let her.
20)
i love the books by *Withering on deviantART
dA says it for me.
Conclusion:
We're getting better at this, aren't we? :)
Ni: Neh, the red one.
Ichi:...ALL TEMPLES ARE RED!
2) I'm not wearing the annoying shorts and you're not wearing the annoying red hoodie. [ditto =)]
3) Little girls have bigger vocabularies than little boys.
4) Make love, not war.
5) If you reverse your surname, it reads like CABINET! (Kevin Tan. Kebin Nat. Go figure)
6) Makh! Akh! Makh! Akh!
7) I meant what I said, and I said what I meant. An elephant's faithful one hundred percent ...
8) You still want cream and coffee on you? (Not what you think it is, and its chocolate, not coffee by the way )
9) Theres an ego on the bed.
10) Green. and. glasses. =)
11) Don't I sound like a constipated baby elephant on the phone?=D
12) 坚强不等于女强人
13) Treat them mean, make them keen.
14) They downgraded Will Turner from Orlando Bloom to Zac Efron?! (LOL)
15) Those 3 words. are said too much. than not enough.
16) Ticklish. I. refuse. to. be.
17) Mr BOUT ( Big One Up There) would love to receive all the thank yous you give, my dear=)
18) Don't die. We still need your car.
19) No lah, I don't always win. She wins too...when I let her.
20)
i love the books by *Withering on deviantART
dA says it for me.
Conclusion:
We're getting better at this, aren't we? :)
Thursday, May 21, 2009
Justin Timberlake
Interschool Debate Competition:
Samuel, Julie, Arianne, Karen and I were pulled into another tournament in the midst of exams. Being boka lazy people who love to squirm our way out of exams, we saw this as a very VERY good excuse to not do well in them.=)
Julie and I are particularly excited at the fact that we do not have to take our physics papers tomorrow because it would be suicidal considering we have not started anything on that subject.
At.
All.
With the exception of our breaking into finals last year, Green Road has been suffering from a baaaad case of interschool semi final jinx since time immemorial. But no matter. I saw this tournament as the last debate I would ever have on high school level. [Note to Julie: That is why we need debate workshop ar you!]
It was only after lit that I realised, dayum I most likely won't be debating for awhile after this. I won't be in the quarantine room to see Karen going ballistic aboutKris Allen winning srsly whats with american idol fever har??!!! Samuel's inability to use short forms in his notes anymore. I won't be shoved up to draw lots because I have the 'lucky opposition hand' anymore. And most importantly, I won't be debating in the same team as Julie and Sean anymore. I have been working with Julie since form2! We went through thick and thin together. When we lacked a 2nd speaker, we alternated speakers in 2 vs 3 matches. My very pathetic attempt at 2nd speaker and Julie's at 1st. =) Then Sean came to fill the void. The boobs of the team. The image of the team.
The wind beneath our wings.
We went with the motto: "If one of us suck, WE ALL SUCK TOGETHER." Consistency what.
Oh I would miss them.
Wait, did I forget a chunk about how we did in interschool this time?
We lost in semifinals.
And the Green Road semifinal jinx lives on.
Samuel, Julie, Arianne, Karen and I were pulled into another tournament in the midst of exams. Being boka lazy people who love to squirm our way out of exams, we saw this as a very VERY good excuse to not do well in them.=)
Julie and I are particularly excited at the fact that we do not have to take our physics papers tomorrow because it would be suicidal considering we have not started anything on that subject.
At.
All.
With the exception of our breaking into finals last year, Green Road has been suffering from a baaaad case of interschool semi final jinx since time immemorial. But no matter. I saw this tournament as the last debate I would ever have on high school level. [Note to Julie: That is why we need debate workshop ar you!]
It was only after lit that I realised, dayum I most likely won't be debating for awhile after this. I won't be in the quarantine room to see Karen going ballistic about
The wind beneath our wings.
We went with the motto: "If one of us suck, WE ALL SUCK TOGETHER." Consistency what.
Oh I would miss them.
Wait, did I forget a chunk about how we did in interschool this time?
We lost in semifinals.
And the Green Road semifinal jinx lives on.
Friday, May 15, 2009
This is how you throw a ball
With poise.
With balance.
With flair.
Exams started.
First papers started off very shakily. My english essay lacked imagination.
The title of the essay:
...
..
.
Imagination.
BM pula, tak sempat buat habis. Mana boleh cam tu?
Skrang saya pula yang habis.=.=
***
On another note,
I have not been reading. I think its around that time when Linda was rambling on excitedly about books in tHe Spring when I realised how very outdated I was about them.
Instead, I have been skipping classes these past four days and whiling away time in the counselling room where I can find an abundance of those undergraduate's prospectus books. Meh, I know. I should have hao hao xue shu there.
Note: Never read the Oxford copy directly before an ill-prepared exam. It makes you feel smaller than you already are.
Feeling slightly discouraged, I told mum that maybe I should just go to ANU where my brother is. Then whenever I am short of cash, I can just call up Ursula Hall, find my brother and go:
"Kor ar, I short of cash. Can spare some?"
Mum: 'But da, why not aim Oxford?'
I dunno, mum. Maybe its because Oxford quite de damn hard to get in and if you do you are legend and I am not made of legendary stuff??
*
Speaking of universities, congratulation to Mr Cedric ANSLEY Chin for being accepted to NUS. I am proud to declare that my moon prediction played a heavy role in this. : ) Very beyawesome, Ced.
*
Lately, I am incapable of stringing proper sentences together. I think its got to do with my lack of reading materials, not counting the reference books.
Meaghan says I need to read something more intellectual.
I go back to my khalifahs, Syed Naquib Al-attas, Otto Eduard and Hitler liaw.
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