ngyeh.

i'm too lazy to blog. plus my mother is harassing me to get off the computer. ngyeh.

trixie,

orange jews.

i'm not out of the holiday mood. yet i feel compelled to study. is that normal? and i hope my poem gets considered for the poetry competition eventhough she's already sent in the results to mr zac like yesterday. i really hope. life is just so unjust.

well i went to look for miss nandi today and told her about the ian thing. now she's going to talk to mr zac about it. but i shouldn't expect anything she says. about 20 times. yeah.

well.. i have nothing to say. skit performance and we still haven't gotten a script. i swear some people are just unreliable. i shall not point fingers.

trixie,

goodbye holiday.

i think it's a tad bit ironic i only post when the holiday is almost over. i always seem more busy during the hols then during school. maybe it's all the going out, or sleeping. seriously. i needed to catch up on sleep bad. what with waking up so early every morning. yep. and sleeping late. haha.

well. nothing really interesting has happened. nothing worth telling you. i try not to be the type of person who posts their entire life on their blog.

woke up at about 6 this morning. brushed teeth, washed face. changed. had breakfast. fell asleep in the car on the way to the rink. got a bad crick in the neck. ow. skated. rest. skated some more. changed again, what with all the sweat and chemical water... you get my drift. i'm sure you do. if you don't, you must be rather slow. and that; is no fault of mine. i assure you.

so anyway. see you people at school. i'm off to do something productive. well. i try. really i do. really. ahh bullocks. i'm going to watch telly.

trixie,

joblessness.

theory went... okay. i got one thing wrong. as i know so far. i mean, how could i possibly have known that comodo meant convenient? seriously.

ohmygod. i am so boredd. holidays are so uneventful. i swear i will absolutely love you if you can find me anything to do. argghh. yet i dread what will happen when school starts again. i am very behind. undoubtedly.

trixie,

theif! i am.

stole pictures from nat. thankyou nat. the rest you can look for at her blog. i only took the blue house one's. i think the last picture was awesome.

i think this is 'come on people shout and scream, yell it out we're here to win. GO.FIGHT.WIN.'

spectacular.

flirt.








'your spell is like a curse....' well i think it's cool-looking.

awesome.

ow. i was thinking 0f what to put after awesome then my eye got itchy. and i poked myself in the eye. ow.

and thank you nat, you rock.

oh and this is from leena. thaaankyoou.


trixie,

poor lumix.

have you heard? my camera like DIED. for real. screen's all screwed and well.. screwed. can't see anything. arrrrggghhh. i'm going to die. mother is going to kill me. that's right. so that's why i don't have any nice pictures of today's cheerleading. unfortunately. anyway cheerleading was well.. not good. that will be how i'll put it. i don't want to start any controversies by making some statement on a blog. too much politics. nono.

but anyway, if you're reading this blog, you must've watched it anyway, unless you're shien-ny or someone else. i don't know whether she even reads this blogs. after i sliced the lemons and all that.

so what am i to do? after sitting for what seemed hours under scorching sun, you know srikdu sportsdays. that really stupid tradition where we have to sit on the open field offering ourselves to the SunGod to burn. yeah. that one. anyway. we went to curve. we being trixie, aleena, puiyi, wengyee and melissa. saw a couple of people. quite alot of blue house and green. anyway. sat in kennyrogers for lunch. i completely disagree with the food there from now on. chatted abit. about mundane things. and how apparently if you look like somebody, you're meant to be together. geram. walked abit. people started leaving. went to ikea cause mother was there... lalalalalaladummdeedeedummblahdiblahblah. then, call from melissa. emily's birthday thingie at rasta's. so want to go. mother doesn't let.

have to finish theory. exam's on monday. hahahha. why do i bother? tomorrow's a busy day.

trixie,

might as well.

done with one pom. have to do the other one i suppose. tired as hell though. and i have shum harassing me to practice bass. well, bah. and i've uploaded the pictures from today. might as well right. the johan/riza danceoff is in video and i don't really feel like putting a video up. it takes time. maybe if you're lucky, next time.

blue house cheeleaders for you.




now what did i tell you about eryse? haha.




hmm.. what are they doing? trina was shouting merdeka a while before. you figure it out.




take 1.




take 2.
i'll tell you first. they're a bunch of posers. haha. i'm holding the camera. therefore, not a poser. see the genious of it?

*ahem* obscenity..

very failed attempt at jumping off at the same time. check out riza. hahaha. second one from the left. now doesn't he look funny.

take 1. what is melissa doing?

take 2. we see some people aren't paying attention.

take 1.

take 2.
*cough**pcd wannabes**cough* haha. kidding.

eryse is doing a herky. i think she's high.

now it's a toe touch. ian looks funny.

attempt at highschoolmusical jumping thing. looks cool though.



that's about it i suppose. there is the really cool dance videos but haha. still doing second pom. didn't think that it would take this long. pictures took ages to upload. but still. *sigh.* wanted to watch hercules. haven't watched it since forever but well. had poms to make. boo.

satisfied? at least then i don't have to send the pictures to everybody now. phew. tired. *yawn.*

trixie,

ow.

seriously. i am in pain in so many places. cheerleading. bah. even making the poms is hurting my back and bum. from sitting on the floor for too long. otherwise, got kicked in the face a couple of times, godknows what happened to my arm, and wrist, and back. yeah. internal injuries. paaaaaaain.

i have some wild pictures of cheer practice today. one word. hahahahahahahahahahahaha. blue house is definitely the least serious house. and our captain is a monkey. yes you, eryse. haha. not to mention there was a danceoff between riza and johan. that was totally cool. yeah. we have more fun that any of the other houses. wheee. and can anybody tell me what program to download to change MOV files to mp3? don't want to keep depending on shum.

since we're on the topic of dependance. the time when you wish ian was his irresponsible self, he goes and becomes responsible. *sigh* nat, have you printed out the poem? ian's already handed in the previous one. arrgh.

okay. back to pompom making. my poor back.

trixie,

bleu, or et blanc.

making poms right now. yes the tedious job. and blue house is not doing so well on the sports front. i'm a sucky runner. raawwr. stupid fen. things are getting to her head. yes they are. *cough**cough* you watch out. next year. hehe.

and. arrrrrghhh. theory next week, monday. am not prepared. going to die. moreover, sportsday is this friday and we are so totally not prepared. yeah, that's a little closer to home. ohdeargod, i'm such a last minute person.

oh right. made some [edits] to my poem because a little birdie told me so. *grin.*

Paradise Lost

This is the tale of two souls,
who together make one whole.
A boy and a girl,
her, his diamond and him, her pearl.

In the desert of her mind,
where no water she could find;
he was her oasis.
Something, someone she would sorely miss.

Lying in this island's sun,
she knew she would never want to run
away from this lovely paradise;
Nothing better would suffice.

For endless hours she would bask,
hidden behind her lover's mask.
She never thought it wouldn't last,
or even that it would end so fast.

Little birds were all a‘twitter,
a never-ending sea that glittered.
She was there inside his heart
they both hoped they would never part.

In this paradise there was a waterfall,
and a bright blue sky above it all.
Never a rain cloud there was in sight
all there was, was warm sunlight.

One faithless morning the sun was gone,
and she was left alone to mourn.
Death had taken her lover away,
alas, drowned that month of May.

A bleak, black darkness she was left with,
she kept telling herself it was only a myth.
Her friends and family shook their heads,
for she would not leave his deathbed.

She wouldn't believe he was gone forever,
"He wasn't dead. No! Never!"
Her mistakes were the just cause,
she couldn't run away from the law.

She never thought that it would cost,
her beautiful loving paradise; lost.
She knew that it was all her fault,
so she took her life without a doubt.

A truly sad and tragic tale,
that ended in an agonizing wail
of pain, remorse, regret and sorrow.
For her there would be no tomorrow.

END

so what do you think? just a few very very minor changes. detail people. anyway, minyan's party pictures will be concealed from the public in respect of our own privacy. very incriminating indeed. haha.

oh and it's blue, gold and white in french. just incase you were wondering. i suppose only wengyee would understand but nevermind. now all of you know.

trixie,

why the sun?

this is a very late post. maybe nobody will notice.

ran today. not good. not good at all. *sigh.* 800m. stupid mistakes. seriously. jade. fen. zeti. trixie. garrr. just had to sprint. just HAD to be infront of fen right? i am so smart sometimes. =\ and it didn't rain in the end. arrrghhh perils of sunburn. i can't remember anymore. i was supposed to update this draft but then i forgot. and now. well. you know.

don't even say anything. no. especially, genna, nat and lynli. always bound to have some 'smart' comment.

trixie,

chinesenewyear.

i did promise pictures. and all of you who want them pictures for moral. there you go.



saturday. ian's openhouse.





lion dance at ian's. realise the lion doesn't have lion legs.







this is a much cooler picture.

yes, it's not the right side up but ohwell.

doing what we do best.

and then on sunday. richard's openhouse.



and again. :D this makes a very bad moral project.








yes. i did feel dumb holding the orange. junlin looks a little sesat.

wengyee.trixie. whee. that is all.









and the grand finale. orange.




that's about it. the rest are really not worth putting up here.

trixie,

lalalala.

i really don't have much to say. just posting for the sake of posting. mhmm. running 800 m tomorrow. aaarrghh. wish me luck. and let's all hope it rains. we should get riza to dance. haha. lame. still haven't been practicing bass. shum might kill me. ohwell.

ian, you still haven't printed my poem.

trixie,