although i do not have the luxury of time but...

this post is dedicated to all my beloved TLDDS friends(actually i only know two well). anyways, tomorrow is their BIG DAY. you've got it right. THEIR BIG DAY!

reason being: it's their SYF tomorrow!!!

i hope that they will be able to clinch the GOLD-WITH-HONOURS award. they have been working extremely hard, slogging to the verge of tears. therefore, they have the very right to attain this highest recognition!

to whiney, i applaud your determination and perseverance. and you know why. it really amazes me how strong people can be in with a common goal in mind. so keep up the faith, live the moment, give your everything, your essence, your heart, your soul. keep bleeding love. to your audience, aka competitors and judges, whom you will ultimately charm. believe in yourself, you will be all that you want.

to aksh, the that-kind-of-thing-girl. liquify your dance. fall in love. set all your differences aside. merge as one. it will definitely be magical. we acknowledge your efforts and perspiration. unlike in sweatshops:) dedicating you with. Jai Ho!

a little read for you aksh:

A sign of blessing
The snow on the quilt
From the Pure Land

by Kobayashi Issa

with love,
caijun

*counting faces*

sorry peeps! can't post much tonight. i have a maths test. scary. tons of things to memorise. for the test and for the publicity stunt tomorrow(actually a few lines only).

CPR needed.

....and it happens to be during the morning assembly.

CPR not working!

....in front of a wicked large group of people!

ambulance needed immediately.

.... not forgetting, my so short-term memory and nervousness--my innate talents--to begin with with.

pronouced dead on arrival.


i am so going to be punched, stabbed, sniped, struck right in the face if this comes out of my mouth: err... or worse still, nothing comes out of my mouth...i will be left in dead silence. in awkwardness.


really hope that this will not be how i end and how i contributed to my own social suicide.

wish me well.


hail,

counting faces

*counting faces*

i am totally screwed up today. and i am in a very bad mood. this morning i was supposed to reach school at 6.55. it was extremely inportant as i had to submit the audio cd for our FM25.(a DJ station for our family day) this is a very major part of our publicity stunts and i was repeatedly reminded not to be late. oh wells. you get it. apparently, i was late again...which marks the terrible start of my not so fantastic day...

for one, ah choo slighted me in the morning. and my best reaction?
me: she want a gang fight is it?("ahbeng" characterisitic oozing. so hard to hide!)
friends:????
seriously, i really do have a very "excellent" anger management. yeah. i became the laughing stock for being irrational again. however, if that really happened, i will be expelled even before i have the chance to say the word fight. i guess that's just how the wacky system works.

the-very-smart-chem-teacher questioned me for not doing my work. and i was actually stupid enough to do justice to myself by stating i was lazy. Lazy. that's a very apt description of me basically! i was actually left speechless again when i tried to convince my friends that it was not due to laziness. i failed miserably, terribly. the words lazy, lazy, lazy, lazy, lazy, lazy kept popping in my head. i couldn't escape and succumbed to this persisent word...i was almost drowned by the sheer idea of sloth. i was entrapped and entwined by it! and the most explicit reason why it actually haunts is because i have been religiously idling my life away. i really hate to admit it. but i really am a prisoner of sloth. handcuffed and locked.

(back to FM25)

i really felt apologetic towards puny-fish throughout the day. well, not exactly. but most of it, yes. i am really thankful towards her for forgiving me so easily.

to puny-fish, i toast, i vow

no untrustworthy taxi companies
no latecoming
no irresponsibility in me
no failing memory

food for thought actually! but i'd like to achieve that! but being self-delusional is never my goal in life. so i shall go slow...

hail,
counting faces

kudos to the designer fish_fries. people do leave me speechless, in every way possible, except the romantised way. nevertheless, love this blogskin as it speaks alot...

*counting faces*
i have been extremely absorbed in teenage angst lately. (but hey! i have a valid reason ok. and it is not termed as excuse.) here's the list of things that concurrently occured which left me in rage, displaying my originally hidden and well-camouflaged "ahbeng" character in me. (you are reading correctly, it's ahbeng because i happen to appear more manly and not feminine)

1) The freaking AJ Idol Judge who made me went hysterical! totally, beacause i went so crazy and lost all rationality that i apparently wanted to throw my shoe at him. then again, recalling that i' wearing asics, perhaps i shall forgive him...NO. i went around asking for the most cheapo shoe and did not find that ideal pair of one-dollar shoes. you'll have to admit that he's lucky.

here's a recount of what happened, leading to me and my friend becoming mentally deranged and gaining instant admission to the mental institute(more commonly known as the IMH). seriously. he can't even dance and he gave the stupidest comment ever to the most amazing dancer i have ever met!!!

stupid toh comments: i feel that you are handicapped by the mask you are wearing. i think you can do so much better if the audience is able to see your expressions.

amazing dancer was wearing a mask. it is actually cool alright.

stupid toh is in choir and he happens to be dance illiterate! he gave the comment right after perfectly qualified judge--she is a dancer.

perfectly qualified judge: ...i think that the mask is the best tool for a performer....

stupid toh is completely capable of making him hated by the entire population. so simon cowell, yet so not simon cowell. i know you get me;)

stupid toh is getting dunked very soon and i bet he's liking that too. credits to his name: stupid toh.

hail,
counting faces