Vivien ♀ Twenty one (21) English Literature Major ✎ A Gleek ♬ I love you like a love song

I want to watch Avenue Q. Er, never mind, :D But then again, does anyone want to watch it? It runs till November 16th. Which is like, after my penultimate paper (alliteration), and I have 10 free days (to read, to consult, to go out (?)).

I am so tired. And bored. And I'm so absolutely freaking out.

And I am out of inspiration for an entry today. Oh my god, I'm gonna have a panic attack (okay, maybe not, but you know what I mean).

Bye. And, just keep mugging, the end is in sight. :D

Well, this is the mandatory sad post that we all have to do someday. I thought there would be more crying, really.

But you know, seeing Anfy so choked up was kinda shocking, even though she doesn't teach me. And also Ms Leong and the nice-looking geog teacher.

Plus Lu laoshi loves us!!! :D

I think our batch is one the the last teachers' favourites, because we were in Mr. Kiw's era, and is the last batch of guai kids. After us I guess the school kinda dies. Okay, no, but still..

The chinese choir, with Sop Wang laoshi. Like, really lar.


GP+Lit. Ms Ng and Mdm Nora were sitting in the row before mine, and I heard Ms Ng saying something like "Our item is so weird!". Go figure.


The maths teachers! (Who read! In Chinese!)


Queen of yarn-spinning and the Humanities teachers. :D


FOR XUMEI! WHOOTS, Mr Soh.

The Science Dept, aka The Blind Men (as Huanglin suggested).

Okay, their shades were cool (-_-), but their item was shorter than their set-up time, and they didn't anticipate an encore, haha.
Sorry, unglam/under-exposed (or not enough light, I don't know!) shot of Xumei and Mdm Koh. Oops.

Oh, Chem teacher and Chem teacher wannabe!

Us with Mdm Koh.

Econs! :D

WEEHEE! Miss Leong and us.

Okay, totally anti climatic, but I LOVE MY SCHOOLBAG!!!! :D

And, as a side note (nah), I love DHS, and the DHP peeps, even though I don't personally know all of you (no, not even close, me being all low-profile, shy, quiet and invisible :D), and even though I am quite biased and may not like some of you.. BUT, I love you as a whole anyway, haha. Like, the sum of the whole is more than equal to the I don't know what thingie..

Sorry, incoherent.

I cut my hair. If it wasn't for the fact that the 'A's are almost here, I would be totally distraught. But hey, hair doesn't matter when all hell is about to break loose.

GOOD LUCK, JIAYOU, GAMBATTE, GO GO GO GO!!!

Tomorrow's, er, Graduation, supposedly. 12 (or is it 14?) years of formal education all ends tomorrow (I think it's something symbolic only, because it so does not end).

It is sudden, and direct, and curt. Everything which makes it seem like a clean cut. But I'm a highly sentimental person (haha), I would like to dedicate this post to school/education/torture.

School was fun. :D

Seriously. Hanging out, doing stupid/funny stuff, studying, failing, getting random 'A's, bitching about teachers, talking about crushes (and by that, I mean Soke May's multiple secret admirers), emo-ing, pissing each other off (which is fun, in retrospect) and, well, just love/hating school is beyond fun, and probably once in a lifetime.

Which means we'll never experience such shit/fun again in our lives.

Aww damn.

So now, I shall show the world my stationery fetish! Haha.

Those are a few of the notebooks I have been using for the past few years. And by few, I really mean a few, because I can dig up like 10 more notebooks from the various academic disaster areas in my house.

Like my cupboard/piano chair-top/coffee table.

My files!!! Which I probably love more than the pieces of paper inside them. There's a Sesame Street one, from some pasar malam (yeah, a knockoff), a stripe-y one from Popular, and the white/green/orange/yellow/blue ones are super chio, from Popular also. Then there are the $1.90 files which I love. Like the sushi one, and the cooking cats thing.

I know, I'm a dork.

FILES + NOTEBOOKS + POSTCARDS = ACADEMIC HEAVEN!

Okay, not really, but you know what I mean, with happy stationery, you're happy doing dreaded work too, right? (Wha. I sound like a bimbo)

My favourite stationery (pens/pencils/erasers).

Highlighters/markers/pens/misc. <3>

Random school stuff.
I like this picture! :D I can't believe I bought 9 photos lor.

Year 5, I bought 5, and this was probably the best lar. Ms "Glam Queen" Tan looks the same in all photos, haha.

6C32! We took great pics this year, so I bought 11. And thus, I'm BROKE.

Weird how 2 out of 6 of my favourite photos were of us da1 jian1 -ing. It just gives me a feeling of unity, completeness, and happiness. :D

<3 again.


Altogether now :D Please ignore my sister's foot.

I hate applying for universities. It's like, adding additional stress on people, and the application process sucks. Because international applicants are kinda sidelined (kinda?), and I don't understand all the weird-ass terms. T_T

Ahh. I don't want to do it anymore. I don't want to bother with Universities, and scholarships, and all the riff-raff (sorry, I'm incoherent). UGHHH.

Ugh. I am so screwed, and right now I feel stupid, and dumb, and that i can never achieve anything in my life. Oh man. Like, what's the point?

I need a hug. :(

Wow, I sound like some self-pitying loser. I need to get a grip, but that seems unlikely, because I am so talking to myself here. Le sigh.

Someone kick my lazy butt? Like, for real. I need a slave-driver to, er, threaten me with the possibility of death/torture unless I study. I need someone like Miss Trunchbull (?) to like, pull my ears/swing me like a hammer/put me in the torture chamber thingie. Seriously.

CIAO.

I AM SO ABSOLUTELY FREAKING OUT FOR SAT SUBJECT TESTS WHICH I COMPLETELY BLEW OFF. UNTIL TODAY.

AND THUS, I AM COMPLETELY FREAKING OUT. OMG OMG OMG.

Oh, on the other, calmer hand, the nice photographer girl/woman on Henderson Bridge sent me the flickr link to out pics, here. I think.

GAH.

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I think I should go to sleep, but dammit, my body clock (?) won't adjust back to the 10pm sleeping time thing. Like, if I slept at 10pm I would wake up the next morning feeling all zombie-like. And if I slept at 12am (or 3am, for the matter), I would wake up perky (okay, perkier than a zombie), and then slowly degenerate into a zombie at around mid-afternoon.

So I've worked out the perfect A level sleeping time chart! On the days of morning papers, I shall sleep at 4, and for afternoon papers, I shall sleep at 10. Then for days with morning-afternoon papers, I shall not sleep at all.

Yeah right. I think I'm completely losing coherence now.

I think I need to study now, because if I do not, I will end up as one of those losers who blame themselves for not studying, living in relative poverty and working part-time at fast food chains in hope of becoming a manager. And because, from past experiences, I've realised that the best I can ever achieve when I slack is a B, and in the case of Chem, a C. What's the point of knowing you can do better when you don't even try to do better?

I mean, I know I haven't studied as hard as I can (oh boy am I far from that), but what's the point of beating yourself up and doing nothing about it? I would rather hire a professional boxer to punch me in the gut every time I slacked.

Can I do that?

I need to effing get off my butt and start studying. Like, really. Wish me luck, and please, don't hesitate to hit me if you wish to.

T_T

I swear, I am the most unmotivated slacker of all time.

What Your Pizza Reveals

Your appetite is pretty average. You don't go overboard - but you don't deprive yourself either. You consider pizza to be bread... very good bread. You fit in best in the Midwest part of the US. You like food that's traditional and well crafted. You aren't impressed with "gourmet" foods. You are generous, outgoing, and considerate with your choices. You are carefree and friendly. You should consider traveling to Hawaii. The stereotype that best fits you is stoner. You're a little wacky in the head, even if you don't touch drugs.

You Are Fish

You have a well formed palate and a daring appetite. If it's served to you, you'll at least try it. People are pretty scared of your exotic ways. But once they get a taste of you, they're addicted!

Your Ice Cream Personality:

You are an incredibly modest person. You don't feel comfortable bragging about yourself... or even receiving complements. You are a pretty cautious person. You look before you leap, and you don't leap often. There's a bit of a wild child within you, but it doesn't get out often. You are a fairly open minded person with a wide range of tastes. You are quite accepting of unusual ideas and people. You are a natural multitasker. You feel alive when you're doing more than one thing at a time. You can be a big dramatic and over the top sometimes. You are bold in every way

You Are Banana Pocky

Your attitude: fun and lighthearted Unique and unforgettable You are cutie everyone falls for

You Are an Okay Student

You know how to get by school, but your heart isn't always in it. Motivation is a problem for you. Maybe you need to study something more exciting!

Haha. So true.

What Vivien Means

You are very hyper. You never slow down, even when it's killing you. You're the type of person who can be a workaholic during the day... and still have the energy to party all night. Your energy is definitely a magnet for those around you. People are addicted to your vibe. You tend to be pretty tightly wound. It's easy to get you excited... which can be a good or bad thing. You have a lot of enthusiasm, but it fades rather quickly. You don't stick with any one thing for very long. You have the drive to accomplish a lot in a short amount of time. Your biggest problem is making sure you finish the projects you start. You are friendly, charming, and warm. You get along with almost everyone. You work hard not to rock the boat. Your easy going attitude brings people together. At times, you can be a little flaky and irresponsible. But for the important things, you pull it together. You are very intuitive and wise. You understand the world better than most people. You also have a very active imagination. You often get carried away with your thoughts. You are prone to a little paranoia and jealousy. You sometimes go overboard in interpreting signals.

Okay, the first chunk is SO not true.

You Are 32% Evil

A bit of evil lurks in your heart, but you hide it well. In some ways, you are the most dangerous kind of evil.

Muahaha.

You Are a Chocolate Shake

You are a total hedonist. You are drawn to pleasure. You are an expressive, over the top person. You're naturally dramatic. You're the type of person who always chooses quality over quantity. Life's too short to not have optimal experiences. You're proud of being picky.

:D

You Are Chocolate Chip Ice Cream

You are kind, popular, and generous. You tend to be successful at anything you try. A social butterfly, you are great at entertaining a crowd. You are most compatible with strawberry ice cream.

Yawn. Okay, one more. D:

You're Totally Sarcastic

You sarcastic? Never! You're as sweet as a baby bunny. Seriously, though, you have a sharp tongue - and you aren't afraid to use it. And if people are too wimpy to deal with your attitude, then too bad. So sad.

Nah, actually I think I'm not that sarcastic. Really.

Time to sleep. Damn. I hate sleeping. Okay, I don't, I just hate the idea that when you wake up, it is the start of another day, which means doom arrives quicker too.

Sometimes I just want to hide in bed and let the world wash over me.

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