SN Fiesta 2008

Fiesta was good. Was No. 1016 in the running the 100m for the Guiness World Record, ran 11 rounds for the Singapore Book of Records (I’ve learnt that we did not manage to break this record).

Sec 4 Wisdom’s Texas Hold ‘Em Nachos & Fries was a huge success 🙂
We had queues for our fries (this might be due to that fact that we didn’t have enough fryers, but the truth is it’s because the people wanted to have our fries because they were that good) and the nachos sold out way before that (which shows that they were good, too).

FRIES AND NACHOS, NACHOS WITH CHEESE!
Our cheer for the day- it did attract quite a lot of attention, which in turn attracted attention to our stall 😀 I did the cheer even as a walking advertisement, in the canteen, Family Lounge…it was pretty embarrassing to be wearing the mounting boards at first because everyone kept staring, and even worse to do the cheer. But I soon got used to it and I wore the mounting boards with pride and did the cheer really loudly- our class did spend a lot of effort making everything best they could and the fun-fair sort of atmosphere was infectious.

Was exhausted when I went home…But the sense of accomplishment I got, from seeing the nachos disappear plate after plate covered in cheese into hands of satisfied customers to seeing the last few fries dumped into the fryer…now, that’s absolutely priceless.

Priceless 🙂
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I really am sorry for all our wrongdoings.
We shouldn’t have done what we did.
Let’s be friends again.

Priorities, priorities

Things I Want to Do
1. SLEEP
2. STONE
3. Read a book
4. Have dinner
5. Waste time online

Things I Shouldn’t Be Doing But Am Anyway
1. Stoning
2. Wasting time online
3. Reading
4. Slacking nights away
5. Sleeping late

Things I Should Get Down to Doing
1. STUDYING
2. DOING HOMEWORK
3. DOING REVISION
4. Studying
5. Studying

Off to stone again. Goodbye.

Hello, Goodbye

Poor Mother Fish died.

Dad buried her in the morning.

I don’t think I can keep pets like dogs.
I attach myself even to creatures that don’t lick or show any signs of appreciation, such as fish.

Sigh.

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Learning Journey with S4 Wisdom to the Pasir Panjang Ferry Terminal today. Didn’t realise that Pasir Panjang Ferry Terminal was that place I always pass whenever we drive to pick Mum up from work.

Had a good time on the ferry minus the bumps on the water (“Riding the waves”, says Mr Ratnam, our guide) in between Ethel who, lucky girl, doesn’t suffer from any motion sickness whatsoever and Eunice who, poor girl, suffers from taxi/boat/ship/air sickness. Sorry Shanna, I didn’t want to switch seats with you

I am thankful that nobody threw up. The magic of keeping-your-mouth-full-with-food-wards-off-sea-sickness theory by Rui Juan and the Invasion of the Preserved Plums (otherwise known as suan mei) 🙂 I took one from Eight Legs Love and sucked it all the way throughout the 45 minute ferry ride and I was fine 🙂 I knew I would be 🙂

Camwhored a little- Shanna’s best at taking wonderful, ugly fugly pictures of me. Chua and Cheng and Eunice- irritatingly photogenic people who enjoy taking pictures with me, who is unfortunately irritatingly UN-photogenic. 

Well, Goodnight.

Stupid.

I read the Saturday section of the Straits Times today and I thought about it a little. About the teenage girls who become Beyond Parental Control so that their parents have to haul them up to the Juvenile Court, about the girls who have casual sex, sniff glue, join girl gangs, beat people up, cut themselves and have abortions.

I think it’s very stupid what they are doing to themselves. And I think it is stupider to take drugs, have sex when you’re only 10, to join gangs to have ‘a little fun’ and to cut yourself when you’re afraid you can’t feel pain.

And it is even worse if you take drugs to fit in, have sex when you’re 10 for money/material goods or because it’s ‘uncool to be a virgin’, to join gangs because you think you don’t have friends and to cut yourself because your friends are doing it.

Your body is your own and no one else’s. How can one sell it for money or material goods in the form of sex? How can one do more damage to her body indirectly by consuming Ecstasy, sniffing glue, bruising herself?

WE SHOULD RESPECT OURSELVES A LITTLE. We were born into this world and we were each given the gift of one life. We were each given perfectly bodies that would fit no one else but ourselves and we should be thankful by not mutilating them and leaving indelible marks behind. We should not make our parents worry by giving them all sorts of shit to handle and we should let them know that we love them and thank them for bringing us into this Earth.

We should.

So don’t be stupid.

Sun, Sun, Mr Golden Sun

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Took this picture while travelling in the car along the ECP- the glorious sun was fanning its rays out from behind the clouds and it was a beautiful sight, as well as a lovely change from all the rain we’ve been getting for the past few days.

Nothing much has been happening for the past few days, so there hasn’t been much to blog about. Life’s pretty much the same- I’m still stuck doing Midsummer essays, my study table’s still irritatingly cluttered and my parents still entertain themselves by having tiffs over facial cream.

Term 2 is starting.

NEWYORKNEWYORK

I travelled to Ang Mo Kio for the third time this week. Except today was special, I didn’t go to school.

Instead, I went to NEWYORKNEWYORK with Eunice, Chua and Cheng for lunch!

We were laughing like lunatics as we talked about Eunice the Eight Legs having eight boobs (it all started with me saying that Chua’s bra is too bright and her shirt is too thin, and Cheng whispering that maybe I’m not wearing a bra, and Chua announcing to the entire world that Eunice has 4 bras). Which makes sense because she has 8 legs. Hence she must have 8 boobs- one for each leg. (Just like us normal people)

Then as we were deciding on what to eat,

Eunice: How big are the meatballs?

Tessa: The size of your tentacles.

Eunice (gives Tessa a strange look): You know what I thought you said? I thought you said ‘the size of my NIPPLES!’

(and that was 15 minutes after the 8-leg-8-boob discussion)

Chua: If they were the size of your nipples, they won’t call it ‘meatballs’, they’ll call it ‘BAK CHOR’!

(you know, minced meat noodles bak chor?)

By then, Cheng and I were laughing our heads off.

PHOTOS, CHENG, PHOTOS 😀

Food for Thought

Words of a wise person:

If you don’t hit a low, you don’t get strength to hit a high.

Vanish

I’ve finished reading Vanish, by Tess Gerritsen. Hooray, great book 🙂 Thanks Ethel love 🙂

To think I told her, “I’m not sure if I can return it fast” when she brought it last Thursday and now I’m done with it.

Evil people of the sex slavery trade. If only it could be stopped.  

Land of the free;

Oh, Shit.

Okay we got back our PPRs last Friday.

To cut the long story short, it’s an L1R5 of 24.

But it’s not to say I didn’t study for my tests or try my best in everything. Everything’s going down the drain, though. I’ve been under-performing for everything, in my studies, in Band, as a councillor, everything.

AND IT SHOULDN’T BE THIS WAY!

THING IS, I DON’T KNOW WHY IS IT THIS WAY.
😦

My parents were lamenting about my Math results. It’s one of the first times that sort of thing happened.
Mum was talking about wanting to talk to the FT about how the entire class is doing for Math and she was talking about how she feels, maybe the Math teacher is not competent enough, too slow, can’t teach properly.
I got pretty miffed.
Dad then said, “Why are you being so defensive? If it’s not her, it’s you, you know.”

However much I’m unhappy, I admit he is right.

(he usually is, and that sucks)

So yesterday, after 4 hours of Flag Day (why is it called ‘Flag’ Day? Where are the flags?), I went for Math tuition with my cousin. And my parents started discussing about extra tuition for me, with my cousin. And I was more than a little annoyed because they didn’t discuss it with me first. Once I stopped being angry though, I realised what they are doing is for my own good. And it really is. Of course they want to see improvements in my results, of course they’ll like to see me get another grade apart from an F9 for Add Math.

Of course I myself would like something better.

Am I not paying attention in class? Am I just sleeping through all that shit? Am I just copying notes but not absorbing anything? Do I learn things slower than others, especially in the area of Mathematics?
Or am I just pure lazy and ignorant?

Results, results. Amazing how your mood can change with all these stupid numbers and slips of paper.
*slumps in chair*

I’ve heard the FT nag a trillion and one times that this year is the ‘O’ Level and that we all should get that registered in our heads and start revision and studying and not wake up only two weeks before the actual examination and just die.
I don’t want to be like that!

I won’t be like that.

I’ll go do some of my holiday homework.

Long Way To Go.

Tomorrow is Wednesday.
*tries to scream and sigh and wail at the same time*

Tomorrow is Wednesday and there is a Bao Zhang test, a Descriptive Writing test AND

CHEMISTRY SPA!

And after Chemistry SPA, there will be Math mock paper 2 during extended lesson.

And after Math Mock paper 2, there will be a space of a few hours before I have piano lesson.

Then when I get home, I will have to study for Standard Deviation and Bio SPA practice which is on Thursday.

I should start studying for Chem SPA now. And Standard Deviation actually. Wait, I got homework to do first.

I love Wednesdays.

*screams*

And this is Week 10. Help.