Today I went for a bridging event held by the Lower Sec section of my church.
It was very fun. We were first split into groups of 6-8 people. My group consisted of the group leader, Joshua, the over talkative guy, Samuel, another guy too quiet to remember, a really tall P6 girl, Charissa, and another P6 girl who has the same phone as me, Dorcus (sp?), a fellow female Sec 1, Jasmine, and me.
If not for the fact that the guy was the group leader, I'd probably only remember the girls and the Samuel kid's name.
So far, I know 3 Samuels. One that used to be my classmate, one that is my cousin, and one that goes to the same church and was in the same group as me. I just only realized that they have the same personality and they all don't wear glasses...
So we ate pizza first. Our group had a Hawaiian pizza and 3/8 of a Meat pizza (mostly beef). Because nobody wanted more, I consumed 2 slices of Hawaiian pizza and a slice of Meat pizza.
Well, it's Samuel's own fault that he went out to change when the Meat pizza came...
Anyway, the games were very fun. Our first station was H2, where we played the TOWEL GAME, in which we had to use only towels to transport a few objects one at a time. It's like the garbage bag game we tried in school during PE.
You place an object on the towel, the swing it so that it lands on the next towel.
We thought the game had started, so we rushed a lot. In the end, it was just a practice, and we fell on the floor laughing. Then for the rest of the games, we spent it laughing...
We lost the first 2 rounds, so we lost the whole game. It was the best of 3.
Next was H1. There we played some sort of a fishing game against my sister's group. We have 6 chairs for our use, and we must not touch the ground. If we do, we will have to have 1 less chair to use.
So, acting all leadery and making it so hard for me to not mention his name any more, Samuel went first with the fishing rods to hook up the cans.
I accidentally passed a chair that hit him, so we had a chair reduction. It was so cramped. There was once where Dorcus, Samuel and I had to squeeze onto just 1 chair...yuck.
And I haven't worked with a boy for a whole year...
We lost that one too, because we had trouble replacing the chairs back to their original position.
Then it was H4. It was catching while hopping on one foot. The rules are that we are to line up in a straight line diagonally, alternating betweens different teams. The catcher can only go in one direction and cannot cut through the line, but the runner can change direction AND cut through the line.
To make it a little easier, we were allowed to switch members by tapping another person. Once, I was so despo I just tapped a random person and almost fell one him. Good thing it turned out to be the group leader of my group...
We lost that too. 4 of our members got caught. I can just start laughing by remembering how it took only a few seconds, maybe 2, for Samuel to get caught...
The other team lost 2 members.
Then on to H3. It was a crazy game of soccer, I tell you. We had to put on goggles made of plastic cups. They slant to the side, and the small little hole at the bottom of the cup was almost useless.
So we wandered around blindly. I kicked the ball a few times, but they never landed at the goal...
I conclude that boys are much better at soccer, whichever kind, cuz in the first half which the boys played in, we scored 4 and the other team scored 5. The second half when the girls played, we scored 1 and the other team scored 6.
Aww man, we're pathetic.
Continuing, we went back to H4 where the games were cleared. Or was it H2? Either way, we sat in row according to our groups, and then the prizes were given out for the highest scoring teams.
While waiting for all the teams to arrive, I took out my notebook where I drew in and intended to draw something.
Beside me was Samuel (...), and then he pointed out that my drawings were very nice and Dorcus, on my right, agreed. It's pretty cool to see how reactions differ from those at school, those in church, and those at home.
Because I myself am very used to my drawings, I thought they were normal, but there could still be lots of improvements, but seeing how they all looked so amazed (as compared to those at school...), I was like: I'm told I'm good at drawing, but am I really this good?
Samuel tried to copy, but it turned out like a total mess. He couldn't even hold the pencil properly! I mean, he holds it as one would if he or she would die if they let go of the pencil...
How can anyone draw with such crazy pencil handling?
It turned out that his drawing had to depth, and his lines were fine with no difference in width. Heck, the hair didn't even look like hair, and the face shape...I don't even want to know. The glasses were just totally out of shape ovals connected by squiggly lines...
It looked like what I'd draw when I was, like, 4 or something.
The guy beside him said commented that there was a world of difference between the drawings...
I think he gave up...
After the prize presentation was over, I was pretty disappointed. I though we'd at least have a special acknowledgement for out enthusiasm...
Anwyay, Brother KaFei (commonly pronounced as KaFai), came through the door in his sports attire. Then Brother ZhiChao (commonly pronounced as ZiCao), pointed out that it was only after the game that he changed, and everybody started laughing.
Brother KaFei and Brother ZhiChao are best friends, and together they are the best comedians in Ignyte. Well, actually, Brother KaFei alone is enough to put a smile on the most emo person around...
Dorcus pointed my drawing out to Brother KaFei after we were dismissed, and I thought his reaction was pretty mild, so I didn't really expect it when he actually called me by my name and ask if I was going to join some design module in school.
I didn't know that if one could draw well one could design....
But my immediate reaction was: I can't believe someone actually remembers my name.
I don't really make a name for myself in church, I'm pretty much dormant.
Then my sis came over and the suddenly, Dorcus, my sis and I were in a small mini group and they were using their cell phone (I wasn't, I didn't really like using it). It was then that I noticed that Dorcus had the same phone as me.
I told her, "I have that phone too! My friend's grandmother also has it!" Then Samuel appeared out of nowhere in particular and started laughing at her and pointing at her phone.
Then I said in defence for Dorcus, "I have that phone too, you know." Somehow, I don't know why, he kinda sobered up.
Then Miranda came along. I called my sis mei and then Miranda was like so shocked that she was my sis. I really can empathize with them. I mean, my sis is so bimb. No way would I be her sister, right?
I remembered that someone else was surprised at that very same revelation. While going out, I told my sister, "I'm so surprised that someone even knows my name."
Then Samuel (again...) came up and said, "Hi, I don't know your name."
And I was like: What the heck is he doing here? and replied, "Bye. I don't know your name too."
Of course, that was a big fat lie. Who wouldn't know his name? I mean, he talks so much that he made the leader a wall flower!
Then we waited for my father at the foyer, and I decided to draw, but I couldn't think of anything at all!
I told my sister that the style of drawing was that of my favourite manga artist.
And it is! I love Kaori Yuki's style! It's so...beautifully gothic!
I laughed so much today my throat became sore...
Sunday 30 November 2008
Wednesday 26 November 2008
Ice Blue Handcuffs
Yesterday my team met up for SAFMC discussion.
It was very productive. We finally did the sketch and dimensions for the plane and decided on a method to make it.
We met up at my house and got 2 breakthroughs.
I'm glad to say I initiated both of them, though it was improved on by the others.
I was thinking of Christmas when I went to the toilet for a while. Then the first breakthrough came in the form of a brainwave. I'm not disclosing any information for other teams.
Then the other one came totally randomly. Mel contributed and improved on it.
We got so much done yesterday!
Can you believe that while we were supposed to meet at Junction 8 bus stop, some people went to the interchange?
There was even a sign that stated 'Bishan Road Bus Stop' with an arrow pointing in the direction and some people missed.
The first to come was Mel. We talked about anime. Then Anabelle called to ask where the bus stop was, so I went meet up with her half-way.
After a long while, Sophia called to ask where at the interchange we were, and I told her it was the bus stop right beside the MRT station and she came.
My sis was so hostile to them...even when Anabelle said hello, she didn't reply.
Anyway, Chun Hui said she'd come straight to my house (I asked Sophia about that). I was wondering how she'd know where my house is when she came to my house the moment we arrived.
Someone suggested that she may have checked the class list.
It was very productive. We finally did the sketch and dimensions for the plane and decided on a method to make it.
We met up at my house and got 2 breakthroughs.
I'm glad to say I initiated both of them, though it was improved on by the others.
I was thinking of Christmas when I went to the toilet for a while. Then the first breakthrough came in the form of a brainwave. I'm not disclosing any information for other teams.
Then the other one came totally randomly. Mel contributed and improved on it.
We got so much done yesterday!
Can you believe that while we were supposed to meet at Junction 8 bus stop, some people went to the interchange?
There was even a sign that stated 'Bishan Road Bus Stop' with an arrow pointing in the direction and some people missed.
The first to come was Mel. We talked about anime. Then Anabelle called to ask where the bus stop was, so I went meet up with her half-way.
After a long while, Sophia called to ask where at the interchange we were, and I told her it was the bus stop right beside the MRT station and she came.
My sis was so hostile to them...even when Anabelle said hello, she didn't reply.
Anyway, Chun Hui said she'd come straight to my house (I asked Sophia about that). I was wondering how she'd know where my house is when she came to my house the moment we arrived.
Someone suggested that she may have checked the class list.
Monday 24 November 2008
Manga Recommendation (VIII)
Title: Die
Mangaka: Kaori Yuki (Penname, real name being Yuki Kaori, though I don't see much difference)
This is a psychological manga, not your average love story. Actually, it's only a oneshot, about 15 pages long.
It implies incest, but the most captivating thing about it is how much it makes you think till your head splits apart.
Kaori Yuki has a way with words, and through her drawings, creates a mood more dark and gothic than any you've ever experienced.
A young man reads a letter from his sister, supposedly to have suicided by cutting her wrists as suggested by the swirling mix of crimson liquid and clear water, a knife resting by the side.
He was the one whom his sister first loved, and also the one who compelled her to marry a man the total opposite of him to forget about his existance when she found out his true nature.
Faking her disappearance, he keeps her locked up in the basement turned deathbed where she killed herself.
Before dying she writes him a letter.
The exact same contents of it was also sent to the police station. It is supposedly after her death that the police came and investigated the basement, where they stumble across the young man kissing someone lying on the bed where his sister had supposedly died in.
The kiss stained his lips blood red.
That's all I gathered from overloading my brain trying to make sense of it all.
My guess is that the person is his sister, though how she looked so much like a guy I do not quite understand. Going along with that, I think that the suicide mission failed.
If this makes you think my mind has been twisted beyond recognition, my firm answer is NO. If they had labelled 'incest' under 'genres', I'd probably have given this one a miss.
Mangaka: Kaori Yuki (Penname, real name being Yuki Kaori, though I don't see much difference)
This is a psychological manga, not your average love story. Actually, it's only a oneshot, about 15 pages long.
It implies incest, but the most captivating thing about it is how much it makes you think till your head splits apart.
Kaori Yuki has a way with words, and through her drawings, creates a mood more dark and gothic than any you've ever experienced.
A young man reads a letter from his sister, supposedly to have suicided by cutting her wrists as suggested by the swirling mix of crimson liquid and clear water, a knife resting by the side.
He was the one whom his sister first loved, and also the one who compelled her to marry a man the total opposite of him to forget about his existance when she found out his true nature.
Faking her disappearance, he keeps her locked up in the basement turned deathbed where she killed herself.
Before dying she writes him a letter.
The exact same contents of it was also sent to the police station. It is supposedly after her death that the police came and investigated the basement, where they stumble across the young man kissing someone lying on the bed where his sister had supposedly died in.
The kiss stained his lips blood red.
That's all I gathered from overloading my brain trying to make sense of it all.
My guess is that the person is his sister, though how she looked so much like a guy I do not quite understand. Going along with that, I think that the suicide mission failed.
If this makes you think my mind has been twisted beyond recognition, my firm answer is NO. If they had labelled 'incest' under 'genres', I'd probably have given this one a miss.
While Cosplaying, Waist Size Needs to be Considered
This time, the title DOES have something to do with the post. Well, the previous one was also related.
Okay. The one in the Middle is a cosplaying a GIRL called Fujioka Haruhi. The blondie at your right is an emotional GUY called Suou Tamaki. The black haired on the left with a pair of glasses in his hands is a GUY called Kyouya (I forgot his surname).
From the back and also right to left: New found manager whose name I forgot (The girl in green), Kyouya (Guy in white), Mori (Guy with brown hair in black shirt), Tamaki (Guy with red fan), Hani (Actually a 17 year old buy looks very kiddish), Hikaru (Guy with cat ears), Haruhi (Girl with brown hair, probably a wig), Kaoru (Guy with mouse ears).
Compare. Frankly speaking, I much prefer the anime version thank you, but if I were to pick my favourite cosplayer, it’ll be this one.
Really looks like…but of course. The cosplayer’s Asian, I think. And I’m also thinking the cosplayer’s a girl.
There are 2 kinds of eyes in Asia. The big ones and the squinty ones. The squinty eyes only fit Kyouya and Mori. Maybe a little on Hikaru and Kaoru. The big ones should go for almost everybody else, especially Hani, but Haruhi should have them too.
Anyway, there are other cooler people to cosplay. Like Hibari (from Kate(i)kyou Hitman Reborn!), for example.
Both images are good. I’ll pick out the original Hibari from the manga later.
And there’s always people who try to cosplay Allen from D.Gray-Man.
And this one.
Anyway. This is just a random post.
Have you ever SEEN someone in the West trying to cosplay? They look TERRIBLE.
I mean, for one, they're usually totally out of shape. Those thin characters that they're trying to cosplay now suddenly look like bloated up puffer fish.
That makes me wanna hammer their heads for making me dislike the character just for 1 second.
Secondly, they don't even look ASIAN at all. Don't even talk about Japanese. If they even looked 1% Fillipino, that's really really much better than what most of them look like.
Lemme give you an example.
Okay. The one in the Middle is a cosplaying a GIRL called Fujioka Haruhi. The blondie at your right is an emotional GUY called Suou Tamaki. The black haired on the left with a pair of glasses in his hands is a GUY called Kyouya (I forgot his surname).
Now this picture. From your left: Kyouya, Kaoru, Haruhi (OH MY GOODNESS, SO UGLY), Tamaki, Hani, Hikaru, and Mori (OMG. He smiles).
Ugh. They all look like idiots, ‘cept for Kyouya… somehow I have a feeling all of them are girls excluding Mori…either that or very feminine guys with a kinky interest in romance mangas which rotates around reverse harems (meaning lots and lots of bishies [good looking guys] in the manga).
This is what the original Ouran Host Club looks like.
Ugh. They all look like idiots, ‘cept for Kyouya… somehow I have a feeling all of them are girls excluding Mori…either that or very feminine guys with a kinky interest in romance mangas which rotates around reverse harems (meaning lots and lots of bishies [good looking guys] in the manga).
This is what the original Ouran Host Club looks like.
From the back and also right to left: New found manager whose name I forgot (The girl in green), Kyouya (Guy in white), Mori (Guy with brown hair in black shirt), Tamaki (Guy with red fan), Hani (Actually a 17 year old buy looks very kiddish), Hikaru (Guy with cat ears), Haruhi (Girl with brown hair, probably a wig), Kaoru (Guy with mouse ears).
Compare. Frankly speaking, I much prefer the anime version thank you, but if I were to pick my favourite cosplayer, it’ll be this one.
Really looks like…but of course. The cosplayer’s Asian, I think. And I’m also thinking the cosplayer’s a girl.
There are 2 kinds of eyes in Asia. The big ones and the squinty ones. The squinty eyes only fit Kyouya and Mori. Maybe a little on Hikaru and Kaoru. The big ones should go for almost everybody else, especially Hani, but Haruhi should have them too.
Anyway, there are other cooler people to cosplay. Like Hibari (from Kate(i)kyou Hitman Reborn!), for example.
Or this.
Both images are good. I’ll pick out the original Hibari from the manga later.
And there’s always people who try to cosplay Allen from D.Gray-Man.
And this one.
You can tell which one I prefer.
The original character:
See? So big a difference. Anyway, Allen’s actually English, not Japanese or some other Asian. But somehow Asians cosplay better for mangas…
This is a cosplay for (from left to right): Allen Walker, Lenalee Lee, Lavi, Kanda Yuu.
I think Kanda’s cosplayer is pretty good, but not angry enough. This is what the original Kanda looks like.
This is Lavi. The short old man by his side is his would-be predecessor, Bookman (really, that’s his name…and also his title).
Lenalee.
Kid on the left is Allen. Lenalee’s the girl with black hair. I’m doing this post during a period with no internet (or rather, the connection is cut off by my dad), so I’ll have to make do with whatever pictures I have on my computer (that I stole from elsewhere).
Some of them are there just for kicks. Like the cosplayers from the West (or something).
And…oh look. Here are some people aiming to destroy my image of both Ciel and Sebestian (from Kuroshitsuji). Or maybe they're just trying to get me to lose my dinner...
They’re trying to recreate this scene but failing terribly…for one, their curtains are both in the wrong place and have a wrong colour.
I know it’s pretty small, but make do with it. Sebestian is the butler of Ciel. Ciel is the one dressed in crimson, Sebestian in black.
The cosplayers looked like they binged before taking the shot. They need to watch their diet. They look so much chubbier (and less appealing) than the originals…
They’re also out of proportion. Sebestian is supposed to be much taller than Ciel. And both of them are supposed to be skinny…
Found it. This is Hibari Kyouya. Though it’s not taken from the manga, it does bear a completely striking resemblance to the original artwork.
Hibari is a cool character who acts like he lives in a dog eat dog world...
Sunday 23 November 2008
Thick white drops of tears
I wonder what I would be like if I didn't gather enough courage to step to the front during alter call today at church.
Those whose heart have gone dry and need Jesus to come and soften it, those who have commited sins that need to be forgiven, and those who want to receive Christ into their lives were called down.
There were 2 more, but I can't remember. You all know my fabulous memory.
Basically, I went for the first one listed. I haven't done quiet time. I haven't prayed to God. I have done nothing that shows I'm a Christian.
All I have been was a good girl. Well, as good as my definition of 'good' can get.
I washed my shoes, I eat my greens, I don't spout vulgarities (like some people I know).
That's all. Just that.
Isn't that a little dull for a Christian? The only Christian-y thing I've done is go to church.
And of course, tried to invite Zann along.
Back to what I was talking about before. I went down for alter call, and by the looks of my friends faces when I returned, they must have thought I did something naughty...
Sigh. Whatever shall I do?
It was the first time I went down for alter call without anybody accompanying me, but somehow, courage just flowed through my veins and put a reign on me. It directed me like a horse to before the stage.
There, I was administered to in tongues. Just like a well about to dry up from the scorching heat but refreshed till it could hold no more during the monsoon period, sparkles fell from the edge.
Living waters overflowed within me, just like the song that was playing: 'Living waters flow over, come wash from deep within, my heart is ready now."
Like a barren desert that suddenly brimmed with life, it was like some revelation was bestowed upon me. Like all the dryness has been washed away by Jesus' tears.
It felt like I was renewed. Reborn.
Okay. I know that doesn't sound like me. You must be thinking I got kidnapped and someone else took over my identity.
No no. That can NEVER happen. God will save me. That, I'm sure of.
Everytime something happens without a reason, the immediate thought in my mind is: 'God is trying to teach me a lesson.'
I don't know why, but when anything occurs, my reasoning will be that it is God's divine arrangement.
Our worship today lasted 40 minutes, in which we sang our hearts out, jumped and danced till our feet and legs wore out, our lungs deflated like a balloon with multiple pricks.
It was so cramped down there at the front that once, I accidentally jumped on the left foot of the guy beside me. Oops.
I want to be like the P6 boys in front of me. Even when no one else was jumping, they did just that. I want to be able to lose myself in God so much that the rest of reality just becomes a vague blur.
But then again, maybe the boys were just...out of touch with the world. Like little kids are. Don't know embarrassment...
I've only worshipped this long for once or twice more so I quickly ran out of stamina, but I heard that at the church camp I'm going to we were to worship for 4 hours.
I would like to experience that.
Today I got my watch fixed at my grandpa's house too.
Those whose heart have gone dry and need Jesus to come and soften it, those who have commited sins that need to be forgiven, and those who want to receive Christ into their lives were called down.
There were 2 more, but I can't remember. You all know my fabulous memory.
Basically, I went for the first one listed. I haven't done quiet time. I haven't prayed to God. I have done nothing that shows I'm a Christian.
All I have been was a good girl. Well, as good as my definition of 'good' can get.
I washed my shoes, I eat my greens, I don't spout vulgarities (like some people I know).
That's all. Just that.
Isn't that a little dull for a Christian? The only Christian-y thing I've done is go to church.
And of course, tried to invite Zann along.
Back to what I was talking about before. I went down for alter call, and by the looks of my friends faces when I returned, they must have thought I did something naughty...
Sigh. Whatever shall I do?
It was the first time I went down for alter call without anybody accompanying me, but somehow, courage just flowed through my veins and put a reign on me. It directed me like a horse to before the stage.
There, I was administered to in tongues. Just like a well about to dry up from the scorching heat but refreshed till it could hold no more during the monsoon period, sparkles fell from the edge.
Living waters overflowed within me, just like the song that was playing: 'Living waters flow over, come wash from deep within, my heart is ready now."
Like a barren desert that suddenly brimmed with life, it was like some revelation was bestowed upon me. Like all the dryness has been washed away by Jesus' tears.
It felt like I was renewed. Reborn.
Okay. I know that doesn't sound like me. You must be thinking I got kidnapped and someone else took over my identity.
No no. That can NEVER happen. God will save me. That, I'm sure of.
Everytime something happens without a reason, the immediate thought in my mind is: 'God is trying to teach me a lesson.'
I don't know why, but when anything occurs, my reasoning will be that it is God's divine arrangement.
Our worship today lasted 40 minutes, in which we sang our hearts out, jumped and danced till our feet and legs wore out, our lungs deflated like a balloon with multiple pricks.
It was so cramped down there at the front that once, I accidentally jumped on the left foot of the guy beside me. Oops.
I want to be like the P6 boys in front of me. Even when no one else was jumping, they did just that. I want to be able to lose myself in God so much that the rest of reality just becomes a vague blur.
But then again, maybe the boys were just...out of touch with the world. Like little kids are. Don't know embarrassment...
I've only worshipped this long for once or twice more so I quickly ran out of stamina, but I heard that at the church camp I'm going to we were to worship for 4 hours.
I would like to experience that.
Today I got my watch fixed at my grandpa's house too.
Friday 21 November 2008
256
Okay. Yesterday I woke up at 10:00 just to leave the house at 11:30.
Well, I wanted to go see my sis get her PSLE grades, so I quietly went along like a nice child.
Er...maybe not so nice. Or quiet. My mother and I exchanged and hurled insults and stubborn refusals at one another because I didn't want to wear that 3/4 pants.
I mean, who wears something like that to her old old school to see her sister get her results?
My mother sort of gave in and told me to wear it in the car cuz' we were running late.
Due to my totally immovable nature (when it comes to fashion, cuz' I will most definitely NOT sacrifice comfort for looks), I did not change.
Anyway, who'd be so stupid to change in the car with a brother, a sister, and a mother? You'd have to be either a stripper or a suicidal emo kid to do that.
So we trooped up to the hall with me still in my black pants which I utterly refused to change out of. We got there pretty early and could get seats.
Blame my absolutely short attention span and the lack of a table. I couldn't draw and I was growing VERY bored, so I left the hall to walk around the 2nd floor of the school I was in a long long long long time ago.
Heck. No teacher recognized me, and I could only recognize 1 teacher: Mister Mohan.
Hm, so I came back pretty early still, and left when the said the results would not be revealed till 12:00 (bless God for such good timing to come back then).
At 11:52, I finished walking the length of the level 2 corridor, so I went back and settled down by 11:53.
It took a whole long time to get through the boring slides on selecting the schools. The top was Rachel Tay Boon (something) who got 275.
Then 2 other someones got above 270, and the next person got 267, and then 263, 263 and there is another person whose scores I forgot.
The Rachel Tay is from my sis' class, and one of the 263s, someone called Russel (who looks and acts pretty feminine [on top of that, he's short]), was from the same class too.
Rosyth had more to brag about last year. Our high scores range from 282 to 270 (and there was more than 10). The batch from Hougang same age as my sis had high scores ranging from 275 to 260 (and there was only 7)...
Boring as it can get, there was something to keep my mind off it. I kept wondering how much my sis got. I'm pretty satisfied that she didn't get higher than me because she wasn't on the slide list of 260s and up.
I got 266.
After a long while trying to get through the crowd of people, we reached my sis and her class. She hadn't yet gotten her results. So we waited.
She got called up by her teacher, who (as my sis later told us) said, 'Sharlene, very good. 256.'
Frankly, that's just okay for me...
But my sis was over ecstatic, claiming that she could get a new handphone, a bag, and a wallet.
What I'd like to say is: dream on. She wasn't supposed to have a handphone, but my father gave her the one that came with the starhub TV decoding device (or something).
There's NO way that he'd get her a new wallet (I never even heard tell of it...). What he agreed on was a new handphone, but since she got a handphone when she wasn't supposed to have one, she ended up with a (much cheaper) bag instead.
Something from Ink Edition (or the likes). We went to the coffee shop near LSC (ah...you probably won't know about this. I only got a blog after I transferred to JC) and ate wanton mee (except for me, who ate wanton horfun).
Before the food came, I went to the playgroud just about 10 meters away and tried the monkey bars. Amazingly, I could complete it! =D
After I tried almost every part of the playground, I went to the area underneath it where there are simple musical scores on 'Twinkle Twinkle Little Star', 'Row Row Row Your Boat', 'London Bridge is Falling Down' and 'Are You Sleeping'.
I sang all of them. Pretty fun. The bell-sounding-pressing-keys were all 'hanged' (in layman's computer term) so they didn't work.
When my sis called me to tell my food had arrived, I left, and had to sit through a long torturous narcissistic bragging by my sis about how she got about 255 (her target) and how much she improved from the prelims (from 251 to 256).
I've got a feeling it just didn't go into her head that the person opposite her (that would be the totally and absolutely humble me [just kidding]) got much higher than 255 (266, in fact) and improved much more than she did (from 249 to 266).
Her empty and useless bragging simmered down when she heard another cousin of mine (same age as her) got 264 while we went to buy her bag after lunch. Scary. I was almost knocked off my throne...
Another cousin the same year as my sis got 181 (will remain nameless, not that the one before was named...), which I'll say with no intention to put anyone down or be egoistical (like my sis), is pretty terrible.
To me, a norm is 245, that's because when my brother got his PSLE scores, he got 249, and due to the face that I've never really compared with other families (or classes for the matter, I was always surrounded by people my calibre), I thought that was what most people will get.
Until I saw last year that Rosyths average of 233 was (as proclaimed by the principal) very good.
My jaw almost dropped. I was wondering: Oh my goodness. Don't tell me I got that...
I was VERY surprised when I saw I got 3 A*s and my overall was 266. My sis got 1 A* (for Math), and my brother got 2 A*s (for Math AND Science). The only one I didn't get A* for was Chinese, but it was pretty amazing how I didn't get a B for that one.
Back to the topic of my cousins and their PSLE scores. The cousin my age got 255, the cousin my brother's age got 259. So I thought 245 was VERY normal, because almost everyone I know got above 245.
The 181 is an outlyer...
There. I think I'd better stop my own bragging for fear I grow to become my sister.
Fun Facts:
`Did you know my sister allowed her (bimb) friend to draw on her?
`Did you know my sister took over 15 minutes just to take pictures with her friends yesterday?
`Did you know my sister bought a friendship ring and wore it even in school and after my father threatened her that if she continued wearing it he'd take away her internet?
`Did you know my sister granted her friends permission to paint her nails?
`Did you know my sister is a prefect and yet broke so many rules?
`Did you know my sister just became the most bimb person I've met (except for a certain someone(s) from class 110'08 or RGS)?
Well, I wanted to go see my sis get her PSLE grades, so I quietly went along like a nice child.
Er...maybe not so nice. Or quiet. My mother and I exchanged and hurled insults and stubborn refusals at one another because I didn't want to wear that 3/4 pants.
I mean, who wears something like that to her old old school to see her sister get her results?
My mother sort of gave in and told me to wear it in the car cuz' we were running late.
Due to my totally immovable nature (when it comes to fashion, cuz' I will most definitely NOT sacrifice comfort for looks), I did not change.
Anyway, who'd be so stupid to change in the car with a brother, a sister, and a mother? You'd have to be either a stripper or a suicidal emo kid to do that.
So we trooped up to the hall with me still in my black pants which I utterly refused to change out of. We got there pretty early and could get seats.
Blame my absolutely short attention span and the lack of a table. I couldn't draw and I was growing VERY bored, so I left the hall to walk around the 2nd floor of the school I was in a long long long long time ago.
Heck. No teacher recognized me, and I could only recognize 1 teacher: Mister Mohan.
Hm, so I came back pretty early still, and left when the said the results would not be revealed till 12:00 (bless God for such good timing to come back then).
At 11:52, I finished walking the length of the level 2 corridor, so I went back and settled down by 11:53.
It took a whole long time to get through the boring slides on selecting the schools. The top was Rachel Tay Boon (something) who got 275.
Then 2 other someones got above 270, and the next person got 267, and then 263, 263 and there is another person whose scores I forgot.
The Rachel Tay is from my sis' class, and one of the 263s, someone called Russel (who looks and acts pretty feminine [on top of that, he's short]), was from the same class too.
Rosyth had more to brag about last year. Our high scores range from 282 to 270 (and there was more than 10). The batch from Hougang same age as my sis had high scores ranging from 275 to 260 (and there was only 7)...
Boring as it can get, there was something to keep my mind off it. I kept wondering how much my sis got. I'm pretty satisfied that she didn't get higher than me because she wasn't on the slide list of 260s and up.
I got 266.
After a long while trying to get through the crowd of people, we reached my sis and her class. She hadn't yet gotten her results. So we waited.
She got called up by her teacher, who (as my sis later told us) said, 'Sharlene, very good. 256.'
Frankly, that's just okay for me...
But my sis was over ecstatic, claiming that she could get a new handphone, a bag, and a wallet.
What I'd like to say is: dream on. She wasn't supposed to have a handphone, but my father gave her the one that came with the starhub TV decoding device (or something).
There's NO way that he'd get her a new wallet (I never even heard tell of it...). What he agreed on was a new handphone, but since she got a handphone when she wasn't supposed to have one, she ended up with a (much cheaper) bag instead.
Something from Ink Edition (or the likes). We went to the coffee shop near LSC (ah...you probably won't know about this. I only got a blog after I transferred to JC) and ate wanton mee (except for me, who ate wanton horfun).
Before the food came, I went to the playgroud just about 10 meters away and tried the monkey bars. Amazingly, I could complete it! =D
After I tried almost every part of the playground, I went to the area underneath it where there are simple musical scores on 'Twinkle Twinkle Little Star', 'Row Row Row Your Boat', 'London Bridge is Falling Down' and 'Are You Sleeping'.
I sang all of them. Pretty fun. The bell-sounding-pressing-keys were all 'hanged' (in layman's computer term) so they didn't work.
When my sis called me to tell my food had arrived, I left, and had to sit through a long torturous narcissistic bragging by my sis about how she got about 255 (her target) and how much she improved from the prelims (from 251 to 256).
I've got a feeling it just didn't go into her head that the person opposite her (that would be the totally and absolutely humble me [just kidding]) got much higher than 255 (266, in fact) and improved much more than she did (from 249 to 266).
Her empty and useless bragging simmered down when she heard another cousin of mine (same age as her) got 264 while we went to buy her bag after lunch. Scary. I was almost knocked off my throne...
Another cousin the same year as my sis got 181 (will remain nameless, not that the one before was named...), which I'll say with no intention to put anyone down or be egoistical (like my sis), is pretty terrible.
To me, a norm is 245, that's because when my brother got his PSLE scores, he got 249, and due to the face that I've never really compared with other families (or classes for the matter, I was always surrounded by people my calibre), I thought that was what most people will get.
Until I saw last year that Rosyths average of 233 was (as proclaimed by the principal) very good.
My jaw almost dropped. I was wondering: Oh my goodness. Don't tell me I got that...
I was VERY surprised when I saw I got 3 A*s and my overall was 266. My sis got 1 A* (for Math), and my brother got 2 A*s (for Math AND Science). The only one I didn't get A* for was Chinese, but it was pretty amazing how I didn't get a B for that one.
Back to the topic of my cousins and their PSLE scores. The cousin my age got 255, the cousin my brother's age got 259. So I thought 245 was VERY normal, because almost everyone I know got above 245.
The 181 is an outlyer...
There. I think I'd better stop my own bragging for fear I grow to become my sister.
Fun Facts:
`Did you know my sister allowed her (bimb) friend to draw on her?
`Did you know my sister took over 15 minutes just to take pictures with her friends yesterday?
`Did you know my sister bought a friendship ring and wore it even in school and after my father threatened her that if she continued wearing it he'd take away her internet?
`Did you know my sister granted her friends permission to paint her nails?
`Did you know my sister is a prefect and yet broke so many rules?
`Did you know my sister just became the most bimb person I've met (except for a certain someone(s) from class 110'08 or RGS)?
Tuesday 18 November 2008
Snowflakes from my hair
Today Rachel(1), Anabelle, Chun Hui and I went to Sophia's house to discuss our SAFMC stuff.
We were forced to sit through 2 torturous hours of having to remember weird names of parts of a plane and their uses.
It wasn't so bad, cuz' Sophia's house is like an adventure waiting to be explored.
Her back garden is superb amazing. It held their kitchen (used to cook oily food, the non-oily one is in the building), a pond (very huge), and about 2 levels of wooden platforms.
The top floor was the roof top. Below that is something like an attic. Connecting to below is a stairs so narrow that my big toe dangles off the edge if I push my leg in to fit it.
We learnt about ailerons, elevators, spoilerons, elevons, rudders, fuselages, wing cords, airofoils (sp?), flaperons, slats, nose lengths, moment arms, horizontal and vertical stabilizers, cockpits, and many more (too traumatized to name the rest).
It was pretty fruitful, today's discussion.
Our meeting ended pretty early, so we were able to go to the playground nearby to play (though the sign stated it was only for 5-12 years olds...).
I tried the monkey bars, but I haven't done it in so many years my palms ached just from clinging on to 3 bars...
We went back when Chun Hui's parent(s) arrived to pick her up from Sophia's house (wasted my effort carrying my bag along...).
We tried to watch Fantastic 4 but didn't go far as Rachel's mom came. She offered to pick me up and send Anabelle to Heartland mall if Sophia could direct her.
Once Anabelle got off, she sent Sophia back, and we got lost trying to get out.
Anyway, I was able to hitch a ride because they were going to pick Rachel's dad up from his office (which is very near my house) anyway.
I loved Sophia's black Puma cap. She wore it to the MRT station where she met us.
I stole it and wore it all till the end of the meeting...
They said I looked emo in it (that's because I was already wearing all black...).
We were forced to sit through 2 torturous hours of having to remember weird names of parts of a plane and their uses.
It wasn't so bad, cuz' Sophia's house is like an adventure waiting to be explored.
Her back garden is superb amazing. It held their kitchen (used to cook oily food, the non-oily one is in the building), a pond (very huge), and about 2 levels of wooden platforms.
The top floor was the roof top. Below that is something like an attic. Connecting to below is a stairs so narrow that my big toe dangles off the edge if I push my leg in to fit it.
We learnt about ailerons, elevators, spoilerons, elevons, rudders, fuselages, wing cords, airofoils (sp?), flaperons, slats, nose lengths, moment arms, horizontal and vertical stabilizers, cockpits, and many more (too traumatized to name the rest).
It was pretty fruitful, today's discussion.
Our meeting ended pretty early, so we were able to go to the playground nearby to play (though the sign stated it was only for 5-12 years olds...).
I tried the monkey bars, but I haven't done it in so many years my palms ached just from clinging on to 3 bars...
We went back when Chun Hui's parent(s) arrived to pick her up from Sophia's house (wasted my effort carrying my bag along...).
We tried to watch Fantastic 4 but didn't go far as Rachel's mom came. She offered to pick me up and send Anabelle to Heartland mall if Sophia could direct her.
Once Anabelle got off, she sent Sophia back, and we got lost trying to get out.
Anyway, I was able to hitch a ride because they were going to pick Rachel's dad up from his office (which is very near my house) anyway.
I loved Sophia's black Puma cap. She wore it to the MRT station where she met us.
I stole it and wore it all till the end of the meeting...
They said I looked emo in it (that's because I was already wearing all black...).
Sunday 16 November 2008
Silver Finish on my Shower Tap
Hmm, on Wednesday, I went with my sister to Junction 8, but then found that the books in that library wasn't enough, so we went to the one at Jurong East MRT station.
I found more Hiakru no Go mangas there. I borrowed up till volume 9 (minus 5) as I was able to use my sister's card.
Then I got my father to pick us up. Wow. I sound like a bossy manager. Anyway, the MRT ride to Jurong East MRT station was pretty hectic.
We got on the train at Bishan MRT station, but somehow the train service terminated at Ang Mo Kio, so we had to get off.
I was very confused. All the time I went to Jurong East, I never had to get off.
So we just waited for the next train and boarded that one.
The rest of the days, we just ate junk I could find in the refrigerator at home. Of course, I heated up the food first...sometimes I had to steam, sometimes I had to microwave...how troublesome.
A week ago on a Saturday, I left my ruler in my ballet class (I was drawing while my sister's class was on), and yesterday (also a Saturday), I forgot to ask the teacher for the ruler...
Then just today, it slipped my mind that my watch is a totally screwed up one which hands move no longer. So I didn't ask my grandfather to fix it (I ate dinner at his house).
I feel like a total dork and moron...
I found more Hiakru no Go mangas there. I borrowed up till volume 9 (minus 5) as I was able to use my sister's card.
Then I got my father to pick us up. Wow. I sound like a bossy manager. Anyway, the MRT ride to Jurong East MRT station was pretty hectic.
We got on the train at Bishan MRT station, but somehow the train service terminated at Ang Mo Kio, so we had to get off.
I was very confused. All the time I went to Jurong East, I never had to get off.
So we just waited for the next train and boarded that one.
The rest of the days, we just ate junk I could find in the refrigerator at home. Of course, I heated up the food first...sometimes I had to steam, sometimes I had to microwave...how troublesome.
A week ago on a Saturday, I left my ruler in my ballet class (I was drawing while my sister's class was on), and yesterday (also a Saturday), I forgot to ask the teacher for the ruler...
Then just today, it slipped my mind that my watch is a totally screwed up one which hands move no longer. So I didn't ask my grandfather to fix it (I ate dinner at his house).
I feel like a total dork and moron...
Monday 10 November 2008
Manga Recommendation (VII)
Title: Eyeshield 21
Author: Inagaki Riichirou
Artist: Murata Yusuke
This manga is about a boy, Sena, who has lightning fast feet and thus got dragged into the American Football team by the most fearsome guy in the school, Hiruma.
Hiruma resorts to ammunition and blackmail to get his way, and frankly, he looks like a devil just as the school's team name, Devil Bats, suggest...
The American Football team that originally only consists of 2 people, Hiruma and a superb overweight guy called Kurita, grows a lot as more people join the team (courtesy of Hiruma's crude methods).
Sena's identity is hidden on the field, as Hiruma has come to a conclusion that if his identity were to be revealed, all the sports club would be desperate for a piece of him.
So on the field, Sena is known as Eyeshield 21 because of the eyeshield of his helmet (permission granted due to a forged letter by Hiruma) and his jersey number, 21.
This series is about how he, a small person overcomes his adversities in a hilarious coming of age comedy while trying to stay alive with Hiruma's fire power ready to be used and not getting his identity revealed.
Author: Inagaki Riichirou
Artist: Murata Yusuke
This manga is about a boy, Sena, who has lightning fast feet and thus got dragged into the American Football team by the most fearsome guy in the school, Hiruma.
Hiruma resorts to ammunition and blackmail to get his way, and frankly, he looks like a devil just as the school's team name, Devil Bats, suggest...
The American Football team that originally only consists of 2 people, Hiruma and a superb overweight guy called Kurita, grows a lot as more people join the team (courtesy of Hiruma's crude methods).
Sena's identity is hidden on the field, as Hiruma has come to a conclusion that if his identity were to be revealed, all the sports club would be desperate for a piece of him.
So on the field, Sena is known as Eyeshield 21 because of the eyeshield of his helmet (permission granted due to a forged letter by Hiruma) and his jersey number, 21.
This series is about how he, a small person overcomes his adversities in a hilarious coming of age comedy while trying to stay alive with Hiruma's fire power ready to be used and not getting his identity revealed.
Correction Tape
My sister just succeeded in getting both her internet and phone access cut off.
On her birthday just 2 days ago, she got reprimanded by my dad cuz' she was showing behaviour that was terrible (a.k.a. Terrible Behaviour).
Just for that, he took away her internet access.
My sister was so dull at her own birthday party that it was no fun at all. But we kept the spirit up and ate cake that night and the next day for breakfast.
The next day, a Sunday, we went to church as usual, though brother ZiCao forced all his cell group members to go for the church camp (which I really don't want to go!!!).
After church, we went to Compass Point to have lunch to celebrate my sis' birthday. Swensen's was perfect. Their Fish n' Chips was superb, crispy on the outside and tender on the inside, both for the fish and the chips.
I ordered Chicken Baked Rice, which was rice (that tasted like fried rice) with melted cheese cooked with chicken slices.
It was heavenly. My brother thought that the salt was cheese (because my mother said that it was without properly analyzing the contents) and then had a hard time eating his rice...
We ordered some ice-cream a while later, which was so nice. The ice-cream was thick and creamy, and the whipped cream, though a little warm, was so soft and sweet.
Then just today, after my dad picked me up from the library near Jurong East MRT station, he went to pick her up from school.
He had told her to stay put in school and wait for him to come, but woe betode, she didn't appear for over 15 minutes.
We both thought that she would be in school, cuz' when my father called (many times) and she picked up (once), she said she was in school and waiting for him.
When she appeared (like from out of nowhere), it seemed that she was not at school but at her friend's house.
OMG! My father got so mad that he took away her phone priveleges.
Anyway, today was a pretty hectic day.
I woke up at 7 plus (a bit early for my taste, but still), then went onto the computer. Internet comes on at 08:00, so I waited a while and to pass time, I browsed through my old files.
When internet came, I made full use of it. During that time, I packed a small bag.
At about 10:30, I got off the computer and went to change into my school uniform.
I got my bag and went down to the music room. There, I practised a little piano, then went down again to the first floor.
I was pretty amazed and surprised that my father had prepared my bottle for me. I didn't expect him to so I thought of preparing it myself, but he got ahead of me.
Happy as I was, my mood was ruined by the ridiculous lies spouted from the Cisco alarm system that said that one of the windows was open, when it apparently wasn't.
Gag. Wasted so much of my time running up and down to search for the open window which doesn't exist at all...
The bus came very late, and while walking to the bus stop, I got my shoes all wet. I arrived at Junction 8 just in time. There was 2 minutes more until the train to Jurong East arrives.
I went down the escalator, pretty confused by the sign stating that the train was only to Marina Bay. When I got to the platform, I couldn't find a train going in the opposite direction, so I raced up again.
Then I spotted the escalator leading to the platform I needed to go to amidst the anxiety that I may miss the train and had to wait for the next one.
I tumbled down the stairs and got there just as the train pulled in. I really had to thank God for that one.
The whole 45 minute ride on the train was boring.
Upon arriving at Jurong East MRT station, I got out at the right (cuz' there were less people) and exited the station.
Just then, I noticed my phone ring. It was my father. I followed his instructions and headed to the place where my father was supposed to pick me up.
I went through Popular (of course not without stopping to admire the mangas there) and waited for him by the road.
I just stood there like a plain idiot, inhaling the smoke from various cigarette buds and almost killing my nose when I noticed that my father had pulled in at the opposite side of the road.
I ran across the road and crossed it as the green man turned red.
I got to the Science Center without a problem from there. The workshop was pretty much a mess as the first speaker was almost incomprehendable due to the extensive usage of chim words.
The second speaker was much easier to understand because he explains the terms more clearly.
We disappeared and went to McDonalds for lunch, where I had a Fillet-o-Fish student meal set plus an extra DoubleCheeseBurger.
How filling!
We went to the library by Jurong East MRT station and discussed our schedule and roles there.
We were pretty confused with how ailerons and the wing shape work. We initially thought they worked on the same principle, but I just found out that the wing shape utilizes air pressure, while the ailerons simply require the wind force.
During a 5 minute break (which I dragged out to 10 minutes), I went checking out the comic section. They had Dragon Voice! They had Eyeshiled 21! (I'll talk about that in the next post) They had Hikaru no Go!
I wanted to borrow all of them, but I didn't know the quota, so I only got 5 (which would have been over the quota if it were in normal circumstances anyway).
I got Eyeshiled 21 6, Hikaru no Go 1-4. YAY FOR ME!
So yeah, that's how I ended up with these books by me right now.
P.S. I think I grew taller, cuz' at my grandma's house on Friday I was able to touch a part of the hanging display in her house that I've never been able to touch before. YAY!
On her birthday just 2 days ago, she got reprimanded by my dad cuz' she was showing behaviour that was terrible (a.k.a. Terrible Behaviour).
Just for that, he took away her internet access.
My sister was so dull at her own birthday party that it was no fun at all. But we kept the spirit up and ate cake that night and the next day for breakfast.
The next day, a Sunday, we went to church as usual, though brother ZiCao forced all his cell group members to go for the church camp (which I really don't want to go!!!).
After church, we went to Compass Point to have lunch to celebrate my sis' birthday. Swensen's was perfect. Their Fish n' Chips was superb, crispy on the outside and tender on the inside, both for the fish and the chips.
I ordered Chicken Baked Rice, which was rice (that tasted like fried rice) with melted cheese cooked with chicken slices.
It was heavenly. My brother thought that the salt was cheese (because my mother said that it was without properly analyzing the contents) and then had a hard time eating his rice...
We ordered some ice-cream a while later, which was so nice. The ice-cream was thick and creamy, and the whipped cream, though a little warm, was so soft and sweet.
Then just today, after my dad picked me up from the library near Jurong East MRT station, he went to pick her up from school.
He had told her to stay put in school and wait for him to come, but woe betode, she didn't appear for over 15 minutes.
We both thought that she would be in school, cuz' when my father called (many times) and she picked up (once), she said she was in school and waiting for him.
When she appeared (like from out of nowhere), it seemed that she was not at school but at her friend's house.
OMG! My father got so mad that he took away her phone priveleges.
Anyway, today was a pretty hectic day.
I woke up at 7 plus (a bit early for my taste, but still), then went onto the computer. Internet comes on at 08:00, so I waited a while and to pass time, I browsed through my old files.
When internet came, I made full use of it. During that time, I packed a small bag.
At about 10:30, I got off the computer and went to change into my school uniform.
I got my bag and went down to the music room. There, I practised a little piano, then went down again to the first floor.
I was pretty amazed and surprised that my father had prepared my bottle for me. I didn't expect him to so I thought of preparing it myself, but he got ahead of me.
Happy as I was, my mood was ruined by the ridiculous lies spouted from the Cisco alarm system that said that one of the windows was open, when it apparently wasn't.
Gag. Wasted so much of my time running up and down to search for the open window which doesn't exist at all...
The bus came very late, and while walking to the bus stop, I got my shoes all wet. I arrived at Junction 8 just in time. There was 2 minutes more until the train to Jurong East arrives.
I went down the escalator, pretty confused by the sign stating that the train was only to Marina Bay. When I got to the platform, I couldn't find a train going in the opposite direction, so I raced up again.
Then I spotted the escalator leading to the platform I needed to go to amidst the anxiety that I may miss the train and had to wait for the next one.
I tumbled down the stairs and got there just as the train pulled in. I really had to thank God for that one.
The whole 45 minute ride on the train was boring.
Upon arriving at Jurong East MRT station, I got out at the right (cuz' there were less people) and exited the station.
Just then, I noticed my phone ring. It was my father. I followed his instructions and headed to the place where my father was supposed to pick me up.
I went through Popular (of course not without stopping to admire the mangas there) and waited for him by the road.
I just stood there like a plain idiot, inhaling the smoke from various cigarette buds and almost killing my nose when I noticed that my father had pulled in at the opposite side of the road.
I ran across the road and crossed it as the green man turned red.
I got to the Science Center without a problem from there. The workshop was pretty much a mess as the first speaker was almost incomprehendable due to the extensive usage of chim words.
The second speaker was much easier to understand because he explains the terms more clearly.
We disappeared and went to McDonalds for lunch, where I had a Fillet-o-Fish student meal set plus an extra DoubleCheeseBurger.
How filling!
We went to the library by Jurong East MRT station and discussed our schedule and roles there.
We were pretty confused with how ailerons and the wing shape work. We initially thought they worked on the same principle, but I just found out that the wing shape utilizes air pressure, while the ailerons simply require the wind force.
During a 5 minute break (which I dragged out to 10 minutes), I went checking out the comic section. They had Dragon Voice! They had Eyeshiled 21! (I'll talk about that in the next post) They had Hikaru no Go!
I wanted to borrow all of them, but I didn't know the quota, so I only got 5 (which would have been over the quota if it were in normal circumstances anyway).
I got Eyeshiled 21 6, Hikaru no Go 1-4. YAY FOR ME!
So yeah, that's how I ended up with these books by me right now.
P.S. I think I grew taller, cuz' at my grandma's house on Friday I was able to touch a part of the hanging display in her house that I've never been able to touch before. YAY!
Wednesday 5 November 2008
Mangas You Don't Want to Read (I)
I'm bored, so I'm posting this.
These are a list of mangas that you most definitely do NOT want to read. They're mostly (correction, all) shoujo, cuz' shoujo mangas usually have very superficial plots.
I only read them cuz' I thought the drawings were cool.
1) Oresama Ouji (mangafox)
Oh the overly cliched crap about tripping and a boy with angelically cute looks catches you. It's a 3 chapter story about a girl who stops doing Judo because she says it drives men away from her.
Then the president of the boy's Judo club comes and makes her the manager (against her will). She then gets kidnapped and whimpers like a spoilt brat when she could have at least put up a fight cuz' she knew Judo.
As usual, the knight in shining armour appears to rescue her without a thought for his own well-being. Touched, she falls in love with him.
In chapter 3, a boy appears out of nowhere and blackmails her into being his girlfriend. It's so obvious that it's just a filler to waste time.
Of course, the series ends with the blackmail being unsuccessful and she returns to the Judo club president.
Drawing (shoujo standard): 9
Plot: 2
Overall enjoyment: 3 (bonus for the drawing)
2) The Prince Who Fell in Love (mangafox)
This is just a bunch of lame oneshots that conclude like a cliched shoujo manga should. Except that in these, it's not the girl who confesses (like usual) but the guy, so that's a refreshing twist...
The drawings are pretty oldish, and the only thing I liked about it was the hands. The guys look gay and the girls look too preppy. But maybe I'm just biased cuz' I've seen better...
Drawing (shoujo standard): 6
Plot: 3
Overall enjoyment: 2 (I'm telling you it's lame)
3) Kissu de Mezame Sasete (mangafox)
Yuck. What a hastily put together story. No doubt the mangaka can draw bishounen, but the girl is a bit...ew. The plot is too simple and the outcome is totally expected.
The story concludes too quickly without much complications, so it's not really much of a story to me...
Drawing (shoujo standard): 7
Plot: 2
Overall enjoyment: 2 (boring...)
4) Kusame and Komaki and the Key of Love (mangafox)
Firstly, what kind of lame title is that? Key of love? Don't make me puke. Such a long and draggy title won't draw anyone in...
If not for the drawings I'd have left it alone...anyway, this is just about a boy who got confessed to by a girl and accepts because he doesn't want to hurt her.
But because he has no feelings but sympathy for her, he tries to break up in a manner that doesn't hur her feelings.
In the end, when they broke up, he realizes how deep her love for him is and goes back into a relationship. I mean, what the heck?
But at least the story isn't as compressed as Oresama Ouji's...
Drawing (shoujo standard): 9
Plot: 3
Overall enjoyment: 4
5) Merry Go Round in Wonderland (mangafox)
My goodness! That sucked big time! I really don't get the plot flow, and the story is quite lame, so to speak.
The drawings are typical but on the good side, though.
Drawing (shoujo standard): 7
Plot: 2
Overall enjoyment: 2
These are a list of mangas that you most definitely do NOT want to read. They're mostly (correction, all) shoujo, cuz' shoujo mangas usually have very superficial plots.
I only read them cuz' I thought the drawings were cool.
1) Oresama Ouji (mangafox)
Oh the overly cliched crap about tripping and a boy with angelically cute looks catches you. It's a 3 chapter story about a girl who stops doing Judo because she says it drives men away from her.
Then the president of the boy's Judo club comes and makes her the manager (against her will). She then gets kidnapped and whimpers like a spoilt brat when she could have at least put up a fight cuz' she knew Judo.
As usual, the knight in shining armour appears to rescue her without a thought for his own well-being. Touched, she falls in love with him.
In chapter 3, a boy appears out of nowhere and blackmails her into being his girlfriend. It's so obvious that it's just a filler to waste time.
Of course, the series ends with the blackmail being unsuccessful and she returns to the Judo club president.
Drawing (shoujo standard): 9
Plot: 2
Overall enjoyment: 3 (bonus for the drawing)
2) The Prince Who Fell in Love (mangafox)
This is just a bunch of lame oneshots that conclude like a cliched shoujo manga should. Except that in these, it's not the girl who confesses (like usual) but the guy, so that's a refreshing twist...
The drawings are pretty oldish, and the only thing I liked about it was the hands. The guys look gay and the girls look too preppy. But maybe I'm just biased cuz' I've seen better...
Drawing (shoujo standard): 6
Plot: 3
Overall enjoyment: 2 (I'm telling you it's lame)
3) Kissu de Mezame Sasete (mangafox)
Yuck. What a hastily put together story. No doubt the mangaka can draw bishounen, but the girl is a bit...ew. The plot is too simple and the outcome is totally expected.
The story concludes too quickly without much complications, so it's not really much of a story to me...
Drawing (shoujo standard): 7
Plot: 2
Overall enjoyment: 2 (boring...)
4) Kusame and Komaki and the Key of Love (mangafox)
Firstly, what kind of lame title is that? Key of love? Don't make me puke. Such a long and draggy title won't draw anyone in...
If not for the drawings I'd have left it alone...anyway, this is just about a boy who got confessed to by a girl and accepts because he doesn't want to hurt her.
But because he has no feelings but sympathy for her, he tries to break up in a manner that doesn't hur her feelings.
In the end, when they broke up, he realizes how deep her love for him is and goes back into a relationship. I mean, what the heck?
But at least the story isn't as compressed as Oresama Ouji's...
Drawing (shoujo standard): 9
Plot: 3
Overall enjoyment: 4
5) Merry Go Round in Wonderland (mangafox)
My goodness! That sucked big time! I really don't get the plot flow, and the story is quite lame, so to speak.
The drawings are typical but on the good side, though.
Drawing (shoujo standard): 7
Plot: 2
Overall enjoyment: 2
With the World on my Shoulders
1) Do you have secrets?
What kind of question is that? Everyone has to have secrets...like I have to keep mum about who my sister likes...
2) How do you explain love?
Something totally unnecessary for a woman to feel but still is vital in her life. After a man falls in love with a woman and marries her, he's her slave to do the household chores.
3) Do you enjoy going to school?
Um, if it means that school has computers and that I can slack all day, why not? Of course, the presence of friends is important too.
4) What would you do with a billion dollars?
Chuck it in my bank to prove that I'm a rich kid.
5) Would you fall in love with your best friend?
Ew...I currently don't plan to fall in love... what's more my best friend is a GIRL.
6) Which is more blessed, loving someone or being loved by someone?
Being loved. Most definitely. God loves me, so now I lead a happy life, but because God loves the world, seeing its corruption will break his heart, so I'll rather not love...
7) List out your current 10 favourite songs.
Er, can I list animes instead? I'm more into animes now...
8) If the person you secretly like is attached, what would you do?
Huh? Secretly like? No such thing man. This question will be marked 'NA'.
9) Is there anything which has made you extremely happy?
When I received Ferrero Rocher for my birthday (YAY!), when people give me stuff for no particular reason just to show I'm their friend (and not just stare so focussedly on my drawing)
10) List the artists you listen to.
Linking Park, My Chemical Romance, Simple Plan
11) How would you see yourself in 10 years time?
The same, no change in height, no change in mentality, no change in anything except for being blind and having more wrinkles.
12) What is currently the most important thing to you?
The politically correct answer for a Christian would be God, but since I have never actually analysed this question in detail (for I'm afraid to find out if I have placed something before God), I can't say for sure.
13) What is the kind of person you think who tagged you is?
An Anabelle.
14) Would you rather have a rich but ugly husband or poor but handsome husband?
If I had a rich but ugly husband, I'd strip him of his money and lock him up so I won't see him. If I had a poor but handsome husband, I'll pretend that I don't know him (or say he's my brother).
If I were a girl who is totally into lovey dovey stuff, I won't marry that poor guy but keep him as a boyfriend to show off.
15) What are your favourite colours?
Black and red. Duh.
16) Would you give an all in your relationship?
Friendship, maybe. Relationship with God, it's a must. Romantic relationship, no way in hell that'll happen.
17) If you fall in love with two people simultaneously, who would you pick?
Like that'll be the case...fall in love? Me? Like real! Even in your dreams no such sick stuff will occur to me.
18) Would you forgive and forget no matter how horrible a thing someone has done?
The bible says to do so, thus I'll follow it. But it's a little hard...
19) Do you prefer being single or in a relationship?
Single. Unless the husband is rich... *evil smile*
20) 5 people to tag
Anyone out there reading this, you're tagged.
What kind of question is that? Everyone has to have secrets...like I have to keep mum about who my sister likes...
2) How do you explain love?
Something totally unnecessary for a woman to feel but still is vital in her life. After a man falls in love with a woman and marries her, he's her slave to do the household chores.
3) Do you enjoy going to school?
Um, if it means that school has computers and that I can slack all day, why not? Of course, the presence of friends is important too.
4) What would you do with a billion dollars?
Chuck it in my bank to prove that I'm a rich kid.
5) Would you fall in love with your best friend?
Ew...I currently don't plan to fall in love... what's more my best friend is a GIRL.
6) Which is more blessed, loving someone or being loved by someone?
Being loved. Most definitely. God loves me, so now I lead a happy life, but because God loves the world, seeing its corruption will break his heart, so I'll rather not love...
7) List out your current 10 favourite songs.
Er, can I list animes instead? I'm more into animes now...
8) If the person you secretly like is attached, what would you do?
Huh? Secretly like? No such thing man. This question will be marked 'NA'.
9) Is there anything which has made you extremely happy?
When I received Ferrero Rocher for my birthday (YAY!), when people give me stuff for no particular reason just to show I'm their friend (and not just stare so focussedly on my drawing)
10) List the artists you listen to.
Linking Park, My Chemical Romance, Simple Plan
11) How would you see yourself in 10 years time?
The same, no change in height, no change in mentality, no change in anything except for being blind and having more wrinkles.
12) What is currently the most important thing to you?
The politically correct answer for a Christian would be God, but since I have never actually analysed this question in detail (for I'm afraid to find out if I have placed something before God), I can't say for sure.
13) What is the kind of person you think who tagged you is?
An Anabelle.
14) Would you rather have a rich but ugly husband or poor but handsome husband?
If I had a rich but ugly husband, I'd strip him of his money and lock him up so I won't see him. If I had a poor but handsome husband, I'll pretend that I don't know him (or say he's my brother).
If I were a girl who is totally into lovey dovey stuff, I won't marry that poor guy but keep him as a boyfriend to show off.
15) What are your favourite colours?
Black and red. Duh.
16) Would you give an all in your relationship?
Friendship, maybe. Relationship with God, it's a must. Romantic relationship, no way in hell that'll happen.
17) If you fall in love with two people simultaneously, who would you pick?
Like that'll be the case...fall in love? Me? Like real! Even in your dreams no such sick stuff will occur to me.
18) Would you forgive and forget no matter how horrible a thing someone has done?
The bible says to do so, thus I'll follow it. But it's a little hard...
19) Do you prefer being single or in a relationship?
Single. Unless the husband is rich... *evil smile*
20) 5 people to tag
Anyone out there reading this, you're tagged.
Tuesday 4 November 2008
Baby Blue Paper Bag
Yeserday's Drama Night 2008 ended so much earlier than scheduled. Really, they should have a better organizer. Sec 4 farewell ended 1 hour later than scheduled...
Drama Night was supposed to end at 22:00, but it turned out that all was over by just 20:30. That's seriously pathetic...
And I don't understand how the judges actually judge! I really do not support 102 winning only 3rd place! I had high hopes for that class! Everyone was in the same bandwagon too!
We were all expecting it to get at least a 2nd, but the judges apparently have very different mindsets from us, giving 2nd placing to 101, which I didn't really find interesting.
On the contrary, (this might sound a little insulting) I found it pretty boring and unorganized, not that my class was any better, but 102 was much better!
Both in terms of script and performance.
Anyway, I was drawing a guy (supposed to be gothic) in my notebook, but the lights dimmed halfway through to indicate the start of the event so I had to halt all processes.
Wow. I sound like a mechanic.
It was settled that my father would fetch me from the bus stop at 22:00, but since it ended early, I asked him to pick me up at 21:00.
Since we were told that the booklist for next year is in class, Rachel and I went to get a copy for ourselves even though it seemed like ghosts (which do not exist, which do not exist, which do no-ARGH!) would pop up anytime.
He came much earlier than expected and ended up blocking bus 190, but I chionged into the car and he drove off before the bus crashed into us.
Since I haven't yet taken my dinner, he brought me to a coffee shop in Bishan and I ate mince meat noodles. Although I asked for no chilli, the guy filled it with just that...
I got home by 21:30, and bathed as soon as I arrived.
`+`+`+`+`+`+`+`+`+`+`+`+`+`+`+`+`+`+`+`+`
Today was the last day of school. We had our class party, whereby there was surprisingly little food.
The Ferrero Rocher I brought was a huge success! I had to scramble to save 3 for my siblings and I.
I think I drank a bit too much soft drink, and now I still gassy (can you imagine how long the effects are?).
AY came over for a bit, but we didn't get to talk much...
*sad*
After the class party, we took turns to write down good comments for each of our friends and enemies and classmates.
Of course, if it were for enemies, I wouldn't state the personality but more of their talents or preferences, that way, it wouldn't harm anybody, right?
I really didn't like it when all the comments I got were about my drawings (except for Moira's, which is what made it my favourite, oh, and Aru wrote about Linkin Park =D).
I mean, I am glad that people like my drawings, but the fact that the only thing they see about me is that so-called 'talent' makes me feel a little useless.
Like, what if my 'talent' is gone? Would anybody still be my friend? It's like, come on! Nobody actually sees me for who I am.
They only notice the superficial 'talent' that supposedly masks everything else about me, and maybe a few people manage a glimpse of the me beneath the facade.
But that's it.
So basically what they're trying to tell me is that, "I'm friendly with you because you draw well. If your 'talent' is lost, you are of no use to me and I'll throw you out the window."
Probably the only people that don't care about my drawings are Rachel and Moira. Everyone else just recognizes me as 'Resident Artist' but not 'Rachelle' or 'Ferrero'.
It irks me. It's like I'm me cuz' I can draw.
Man, it's really hard to actually pen these down in words, so I'll just leave it here.
My overall GPA actually improved, so I'm pretty happy, though my chinese dropped...
I cleared my locker in the morning and actually intended to take the bus and later on walk with two bags of files, papers, textbooks and other miscellaneous stuff that I decided to take home.
Thankfully, Rachel's mom was on her way to fetch her dad, so I managed to hitch a ride as my house is near her dad's office.
It saved me so much pain and effort, and for this, I really have to thank God.
This is not luck. It is called 'Divine Arrangement'. XD
Anyway, other than those stated, my days were boring.
Drama Night was supposed to end at 22:00, but it turned out that all was over by just 20:30. That's seriously pathetic...
And I don't understand how the judges actually judge! I really do not support 102 winning only 3rd place! I had high hopes for that class! Everyone was in the same bandwagon too!
We were all expecting it to get at least a 2nd, but the judges apparently have very different mindsets from us, giving 2nd placing to 101, which I didn't really find interesting.
On the contrary, (this might sound a little insulting) I found it pretty boring and unorganized, not that my class was any better, but 102 was much better!
Both in terms of script and performance.
Anyway, I was drawing a guy (supposed to be gothic) in my notebook, but the lights dimmed halfway through to indicate the start of the event so I had to halt all processes.
Wow. I sound like a mechanic.
It was settled that my father would fetch me from the bus stop at 22:00, but since it ended early, I asked him to pick me up at 21:00.
Since we were told that the booklist for next year is in class, Rachel and I went to get a copy for ourselves even though it seemed like ghosts (which do not exist, which do not exist, which do no-ARGH!) would pop up anytime.
He came much earlier than expected and ended up blocking bus 190, but I chionged into the car and he drove off before the bus crashed into us.
Since I haven't yet taken my dinner, he brought me to a coffee shop in Bishan and I ate mince meat noodles. Although I asked for no chilli, the guy filled it with just that...
I got home by 21:30, and bathed as soon as I arrived.
`+`+`+`+`+`+`+`+`+`+`+`+`+`+`+`+`+`+`+`+`
Today was the last day of school. We had our class party, whereby there was surprisingly little food.
The Ferrero Rocher I brought was a huge success! I had to scramble to save 3 for my siblings and I.
I think I drank a bit too much soft drink, and now I still gassy (can you imagine how long the effects are?).
AY came over for a bit, but we didn't get to talk much...
*sad*
After the class party, we took turns to write down good comments for each of our friends and enemies and classmates.
Of course, if it were for enemies, I wouldn't state the personality but more of their talents or preferences, that way, it wouldn't harm anybody, right?
I really didn't like it when all the comments I got were about my drawings (except for Moira's, which is what made it my favourite, oh, and Aru wrote about Linkin Park =D).
I mean, I am glad that people like my drawings, but the fact that the only thing they see about me is that so-called 'talent' makes me feel a little useless.
Like, what if my 'talent' is gone? Would anybody still be my friend? It's like, come on! Nobody actually sees me for who I am.
They only notice the superficial 'talent' that supposedly masks everything else about me, and maybe a few people manage a glimpse of the me beneath the facade.
But that's it.
So basically what they're trying to tell me is that, "I'm friendly with you because you draw well. If your 'talent' is lost, you are of no use to me and I'll throw you out the window."
Probably the only people that don't care about my drawings are Rachel and Moira. Everyone else just recognizes me as 'Resident Artist' but not 'Rachelle' or 'Ferrero'.
It irks me. It's like I'm me cuz' I can draw.
Man, it's really hard to actually pen these down in words, so I'll just leave it here.
My overall GPA actually improved, so I'm pretty happy, though my chinese dropped...
I cleared my locker in the morning and actually intended to take the bus and later on walk with two bags of files, papers, textbooks and other miscellaneous stuff that I decided to take home.
Thankfully, Rachel's mom was on her way to fetch her dad, so I managed to hitch a ride as my house is near her dad's office.
It saved me so much pain and effort, and for this, I really have to thank God.
This is not luck. It is called 'Divine Arrangement'. XD
Anyway, other than those stated, my days were boring.
Saturday 1 November 2008
Apple Strudel (from here on, if I cannot think of a proper title, I'll insert random words)
Today the weirdest thing just happened.
I was able to wake up without external help at 05:30 this morning.
SHOCK! I must have gotten used to being woken up at 05:45 every morning.
When it was 05:30 this morning, my father came in to close the window because it was raining and also to chuck some stuff into my closet (probably clothes).
Then I was like: "Oh, I only have 15 more minutes to sleep." So I tried to sleep. After quite a long while, I noticed that my father didn't come and wake me up.
I was a bit confused. "Don't I have school today?" I asked myself. Then it hit me like a fluffy pink bunny that today was a Saturday...
Then I slept again and woke up at 9.
Yesterday was pretty uneventful.
We had to wear ties for the Sec 4 graduation ceremony held at the amphi-theatre, but the Sec 1s were made to stand at the block beside the amphi and stare down at the ceremony.
We got ourselves tables and sat on them so our legs would not sour, then I got totally bored cuz' it was pretty boring.
Rachel mentioned that if you blurred your vision (cross your eyes) the people will look like noodles. =D I felt hungry then...
There was a long dedication section by the teachers to their respective classes. In the middle of nowhere, Mua Ha asked Rachel1 and I if we wanted to use the toilet.
To get away from the boredom, I agreed. Rachel did too, but I dunno what her reason was.
So we headed to the toilet. I wanted to go to the toilet at that particular floor we were at (level 3), but Mua Ha said it was a guy's toilet and led us to the toilet below by the squarish spiral stairs.
I didn't really bother scrutinizing the toilets so I didn't know if it were true, but I was a little confused as no matter how high I climb up the stairs by the toilets, there's always a female toilet.
I gave in cuz' I thought it'd waste more time if we travelled more.
Then we went back up via the stairs at the right end of the block (if you were facing the amphi, that is) and I asked Mua Ha again, "Why don't you go to the toilet on this level? There's a toilet here."
Then Mua Ha replied, "It's a guy's toilet."
Then I said, "It's a girl's toilet."
Mua Ha then stared and took a good look at the toilet door (which was pink, by the way, and the sign didn't read femal staff toilet), finally saying, "Ah, never mind lah."
So we went back to our class. On the way, I saw this poster that the Sec 4s created about I'LL CHANGE THE WORLD.
Below was L squatting in bunny slippers holding a coke can up with his left hand towards Raito who was on his left and pointing a stick at the small containers above L's head that were meant to be recycling bins.
The drawings are super cool. I wanna draw like that.
Anyway, when I showed it to Zann, her reaction was depressingly mild...
Then I returned to watching the ceremony. While the teachers were dedicating, AY came by and asked me if I wanted to go into a classroom.
She said there were fans in there. =D
So I went, feeling very warm outside. Inside, it was dark. None of the lights were on, and the only source of brightness was the sunlight streaming from the little windows in the doors.
I did some drawing with chalk, then got bored and went back out.
Someone accidentally put some chalk on my back...
Mel passed me a sheet of paper with some songs on it. It was also a schedule.
Anyway, Rachel went to WeiTing's class and supposedly enjoyed a better scene. When she came back to see if the condition of congestion at our class had become mild, she went back.
I followed her.
I got a better view over there.
I stayed there for the rest of the ceremony, nothing much happened, except that the paper Mel handed to me was accidentally released from my grasp and floated down onto the second floor...
The ceremony ended an hour later than anticipated and I wanted to kill the organizer for setting my hopes of going home early so high...
Anyway, when I got home, my brother was already there, which made my hunt for my othello board game in his room impossible...
That's all for today.
I was able to wake up without external help at 05:30 this morning.
SHOCK! I must have gotten used to being woken up at 05:45 every morning.
When it was 05:30 this morning, my father came in to close the window because it was raining and also to chuck some stuff into my closet (probably clothes).
Then I was like: "Oh, I only have 15 more minutes to sleep." So I tried to sleep. After quite a long while, I noticed that my father didn't come and wake me up.
I was a bit confused. "Don't I have school today?" I asked myself. Then it hit me like a fluffy pink bunny that today was a Saturday...
Then I slept again and woke up at 9.
Yesterday was pretty uneventful.
We had to wear ties for the Sec 4 graduation ceremony held at the amphi-theatre, but the Sec 1s were made to stand at the block beside the amphi and stare down at the ceremony.
We got ourselves tables and sat on them so our legs would not sour, then I got totally bored cuz' it was pretty boring.
Rachel mentioned that if you blurred your vision (cross your eyes) the people will look like noodles. =D I felt hungry then...
There was a long dedication section by the teachers to their respective classes. In the middle of nowhere, Mua Ha asked Rachel1 and I if we wanted to use the toilet.
To get away from the boredom, I agreed. Rachel did too, but I dunno what her reason was.
So we headed to the toilet. I wanted to go to the toilet at that particular floor we were at (level 3), but Mua Ha said it was a guy's toilet and led us to the toilet below by the squarish spiral stairs.
I didn't really bother scrutinizing the toilets so I didn't know if it were true, but I was a little confused as no matter how high I climb up the stairs by the toilets, there's always a female toilet.
I gave in cuz' I thought it'd waste more time if we travelled more.
Then we went back up via the stairs at the right end of the block (if you were facing the amphi, that is) and I asked Mua Ha again, "Why don't you go to the toilet on this level? There's a toilet here."
Then Mua Ha replied, "It's a guy's toilet."
Then I said, "It's a girl's toilet."
Mua Ha then stared and took a good look at the toilet door (which was pink, by the way, and the sign didn't read femal staff toilet), finally saying, "Ah, never mind lah."
So we went back to our class. On the way, I saw this poster that the Sec 4s created about I'LL CHANGE THE WORLD.
Below was L squatting in bunny slippers holding a coke can up with his left hand towards Raito who was on his left and pointing a stick at the small containers above L's head that were meant to be recycling bins.
The drawings are super cool. I wanna draw like that.
Anyway, when I showed it to Zann, her reaction was depressingly mild...
Then I returned to watching the ceremony. While the teachers were dedicating, AY came by and asked me if I wanted to go into a classroom.
She said there were fans in there. =D
So I went, feeling very warm outside. Inside, it was dark. None of the lights were on, and the only source of brightness was the sunlight streaming from the little windows in the doors.
I did some drawing with chalk, then got bored and went back out.
Someone accidentally put some chalk on my back...
Mel passed me a sheet of paper with some songs on it. It was also a schedule.
Anyway, Rachel went to WeiTing's class and supposedly enjoyed a better scene. When she came back to see if the condition of congestion at our class had become mild, she went back.
I followed her.
I got a better view over there.
I stayed there for the rest of the ceremony, nothing much happened, except that the paper Mel handed to me was accidentally released from my grasp and floated down onto the second floor...
The ceremony ended an hour later than anticipated and I wanted to kill the organizer for setting my hopes of going home early so high...
Anyway, when I got home, my brother was already there, which made my hunt for my othello board game in his room impossible...
That's all for today.
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