call for supporters (again)

I don't even know why I bother, and it's even less likely ppl will turn up this time because it's so darn late

Unity Secondary School
Bus leaves DHS at 7pm on friday

we're doomed

sigh

i will become nothing more than a mess of blood and intestines.

valentine's day

Today was Valentine's.

Duh.

I personally have nothing against Valentine's. I just don't like the swirl of materialism that comes with it. It degrades itself to a competition of who bought the pinkest present and which guy bought the most gigantic bear. I can already hear the accusations, that I am against it because I don't GET anything. Gee.

But think about it. Valentine's Day shows how much money you're willing to spend, not how you feel, and the two of them don't always go together. THEN people go around squealing and sounding all excited over really garish and downright tacky balloons. We are pathetic. I am glad that most of my friends show appreciation everyday OTHER than Valentine's Day so thank you them

chinese new year visitations

Amusing things always take plce when you go visit relatives who don't even know you exist.

It starts with the usual "wah, so tall!", and "how old are you ah?". And this is taking for granted that they speak English. My great-grandmother, for instance, only speaks multiple dialects and Malay. Every year, she berates me for not speaking Malay in Malay, and every year she grows more and more senile. She's about 90, and has the short term memory of a goldfish. The funniest part came when she asked the 3 of us what CCAs we took. My brother and sister were easy to explain, because chess and gymnastics translates easily. When my dad tried to tell her I was in debate, she thought I was a 25 year old lawyer...and she asked us the same question 6 times. I counted.

Visiting today was tiring, because on my mother's side, I have a total of 12 living grand aunts/uncles. They have ALREADY started asking me whether I have a boyfriend. I was stunned, because I thought they only ask you that when you're 35 and still collecting ang paos. But I suppose their going by the pre-Industrial Revoltution biological clock, where you married by 11, had 9 kids at 13, went senile at 15, then on your 16th birthday got sealed into a wooden box. You could see both my parents tense up and lean foward, then deflate with relief when I said no, I don't have a boyfriend. Next year, I'll say that his name is Tan Ah Beng, he has 88 piercings on various parts of his body, drives a lorry, has body odour, and is 42 years old.

Tomorrow we're going to see post-Jurassic era peopl, mostly my mom's colleagues etc.

chinese new year visitations

Amusing things always take plce when you go visit relatives who don't even know you exist.

It starts with the usual "wah, so tall!", and "how old are you ah?". And this is taking for granted that they speak English. My great-grandmother, for instance, only speaks multiple dialects and Malay. Every year, she berates me for not speaking Malay in Malay, and every year she grows more and more senile. She's about 90, and has the short term memory of a goldfish. The funniest part came when she asked the 3 of us what CCAs we took. My brother and sister were easy to explain, because chess and gymnastics translates easily. When my dad tried to tell her I was in debate, she thought I was a 25 year old lawyer...and she asked us the same question 6 times. I counted.

Visiting today was tiring, because on my mother's side, I have a total of 12 living grand aunts/uncles. They have ALREADY started asking me whether I have a boyfriend. I was stunned, because I thought they only ask you that when you're 35 and still collecting ang paos. But I suppose their going by the pre-Industrial Revoltution biological clock, where you married by 11, had 9 kids at 13, went senile at 15, then on your 16th birthday got sealed into a wooden box. You could see both my parents tense up and lean foward, then deflate with relief when I said no, I don't have a boyfriend. Next year, I'll say that his name is Tan Ah Beng, he has 88 piercings on various parts of his body, drives a lorry, has body odour, and is 42 years old.

Tomorrow we're going to see post-Jurassic era peopl, mostly my mom's colleagues etc.

tired

I'm pooped, so I wrote a poem to sum up my feelings. It's called "How I Hate A Math"

How I Hate A Math

A Math, A Math is such a pain
It stinks worse than a sewer drain
In the end there's nothing to gain
It curdles up and churns your brain

There is nothing about A Math to like
It is less pleasant than a tax hike
With A Math there is no end in sight
Especially whenhomework comes in to strike

A Math can make grown men cry
It wrings your mind until it's dry
It's as fun as cleaning out a pig sty
I just want to curl up and die

A Math is forever, like a stain
Doing Assignment 2 is such a bane
I'd rather eat wads of itchy dumbcane
How I hate A Math

stupid me

How can you solve any problems by being depressed? See? That shows how stupid I've been. Bleah. And how can telling people you're depressed help solve anything? It jstu makes you look whiny.

Besides, there are more pressing and abysmal things at the moment.

bio test....

never mind, in bio, half the answers can be explained by surface area...