I'm still in a thunder black mood from my English results today, so I'll keep this post short and not fill it up with say, 10,000 expletives.

- Recieved back my SS, Hist, Lit and English papers today
- Bought dog food and fed the dogs
- Getting banned from the net from today but I'm sure I'll be blogging from the school coms sporadically
- 'Shrank' in height: which is good because it means I'm suffering from osteoporosis and will fall down and die soon. Right.

In the mean time while I'm banned from the net, I shall embark on a manical learning period and consume every $)@(*$ detail voraciously and commit it to mind till my brain explodes. Hopefully it explodes.

Dogs still there! I fed them bread today. I shall go buy dog food from Cheers tomorrow, if I remember that is.

I've always suffered form a touch of hypochondria, amongst the many other funny (and not so funny) neuroses that I suffer from and exhibit.

(Adriel and all guys might want to skip the next bit) --->

A few months ago I was in B1 waiting for Ange and some other girls to come back from recess and Stephanie and Estelle were in the only ones in class. Estelle, likes to hug people for some reason, and I am uncomfortable with being hugged. Must be the fact that I used to get hugged all the time by this super weird girl in P4 (some of you should know whom I'm talking about).

Anyway I was walking about B1 when after telling Estelle to not hug me multiple times, when she suddenly jumped on me and I fell foward, hitting my abdomen against the corner of a nearby desk and even afterwards my abdomen was still sore. That night I had the most horrendous cramps and ever since then my entire menstrual cycle has been off, 6 weeks being the average, something I didn't notice till I noticed my period was a little late this month, so I went to check my calender.

It's been 7 weeks!!! Bloody hell. It might be stress, but I am very inclined to believe it was the knock because it happened at the end of Feb, when there were no exams or anything.

One of my greatest fears is not being able to have children, and I'm going to KILL that Estelle if I can't have children. I told her not to grab me! Now when the normal stress reason is due to the O levels, amongst the other anxieties I suffer from, I have to worry whether or not I can have children -.-

(end skip) --->

On other matters, I had a very bad morning today, thanks to a missing file which contained my Snakecharmer essay, which I found it in the end (someone from the other lit class had taken it by accident during her lit lesson and when I had geog). Thanks to everyone who tried to make me feel better, though they might not actually read this post.

Oh and my computer has been 'fixed'. My dad took the metal casing sides out, so the probability of me being electrocuted one had while using the computer had gone up by quite a bit :/ Well, at least it's working!

Okay my com is still acting up. The cooling fan in the main CPU's died or something, so whenever the thing overheats the thing malfunctions.

I watched The Road to Guantanamo today with my dad (he just came back from Norway today) and it was really good, too bad it's NC-16 and most people aren't interested in such things :/

Oh yes. It's been 1 week + 1 day that the dogs were abandoned, and yesterday I noticed that one of the black dogs was missing, it still is today. It was the smallest of the 3. Maybe it died or something :/

School's starting tomorrow! As I was digging through my books I realised I forgot to do part of this Bio paper ELEE gave us because I had stuck it into my bio book, but they're giving us back our papers tomorrow or something, so I'll have time to finish it up (:

Okay my com is on the brink again, even though i'm icing it now, so no long post that I had planned in case the things dies midway while I'm typing :/

Bloody com! Dogs still there.

Dogs still there.

Essay still undone.

Math still undone.

Ack.

Help! I am dyingggggggggggggggg.

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I'm writing my farewell notes now. I feel old and sad. I'll miss my patrol!

I finished The Crucible! (:

This morning I was in my parent's room (which faces the field), stoning, because I had forced myself to get up earlier than usual so I could re-adapt back to my usual school time routine which ultimately resulted in my mind not being able to form a coherent thought in the first 1-2 hours of my awakening. I also fell asleep halfway while reading one of Miller's digressions into Hale or something.

Anyway, as I was saying, I was in my parents room. I had gone to look out for the dogs. About 5 minutes after I started watching the dogs, this woman, probably one of my neighbours, came out to the field, dragging a box and carrying an assortment of stuff.

After watching her for a while, I figured out through my sleep deprived brain that she was trying, rather unsucessfully, to trap the dogs. With her she carried some white bits of food and tried to entice the dogs to venture near the box (which funnily enough, had a piece of string attached to one end. Now all you need is a stick propping it up to look like a cartoon). After about 25 minutes she got tired and gave up trying to catch the dogs (or that she ran out of bribes) and went back to her house.

Today my cousin, the little terror, came to my house for the day. What utter chaos! What destruction! What tyranny! I thought the day would be wasted because I wouldn't be able to finish any work at all (I tried to plan my EOP essay downstairs and he snatched away my question sheet and said he'd do my essay for me -.-) but when he napped I got to do some math :/ and finish up my reading. The kid's only 5. When he gets to 15 he'll probably be even worse.

And since I'm on the topic of holiday homework now, I still haven't finished all my math yet! I did finish all the Paper 1s, but I haven't quite grazed the surface of the 4 Paper 2s :/

Dogs still there. Woof!

Today at NTUC, Coronation Plaza, I had a rather unhappy expierence that has made me lose faith in all humanity, for the #10034 time since I've lived (Rau Le Creuset certainly knew what he was doing). When it gets to no. #1 000 000, you'll know.

I was with my grandma grocery shopping and she had bought me some sushi from the small counter inside the supermarket and I had placed the pastic bag inside the shopping cart. I went to the cold cuts counter to buy some bacon and my grandma suddenly remembered that she had to collect something and left the cart in the middle of the aisle, about 4-5 m away from where I was.

When I returned to the cart, the white bag was gone, but I hadn't noticed it till I had gotten home and unloaded all of the groceries -.-

And in other news, today my brother went out of the house, by himself again (did it first on Sat.) I was looking out of the window in my parent's room for the dogs when I saw him in the field. I nearly had a heart attack.

Needless to say I quickly ran down to ascertain that it really was Ryan downstairs before dashing out of the house, almost colliding into a friendly neighbour before dashing up the hill. Thank goodness the dogs didn't seem to be around this time. I would have died 2x if they were attacking Ryan and I had to go rescue him.

Bloody brother. Bloody dogs. Bloody humans.

Hahaha, I find this video really funny. Though the thing uses Gundam SEED characters, the dialogue is some stand up comedian's routine. Really great (:

The dogs are still around.

Today my cousin, Matthew, the 5 year old terror, came over with my uncle. Matthew was being a terror as usual and I ended up bringing him for a walk, and he wanted to go to the playground so we had to cross the field that the dogs currently occupied. My grandfather and brother had left the house a little earlier and they were about 1/2 was across the field when the dogs came a-running, to defend their territory.

My grandfather wasn't the least bit disturbed and he stood his ground and stared at the dogs, the dogs didn't dare go very close to him and started barking away. After a while my grandfather and brother started walking again and the dogs turned their sights to my cousin and I, we were about 1/3 across the field. They started to run towards my cousin and I, the little piece of cowardly shit (see later why I said this) got scared and started to run away.

I remember reading that the more you run, the more dogs will chase you. I had no choice but to walk away slowly and go after him - my instinct being to run in after my cousin in case he injured himself. I was quite confident that I would have been able to cross if my cousin wasn't around -.-

After I had to lift my cousin across the drain (about 1 m in span) and got him safely to the other side (he wouldn't have been able to cross without me) he said to me, "LET'S DO IT AGAIN!!!", "..."

He almost got me in deep trouble when he went running away, because the dogs knew that someone was scared and would be more daring in their actions as a result.

GRRR WTF?!?!

There are 3 dogs in that large field behind my house now, they look no older than 1 year and according to my grandma they've been there since early this morning. There are no humans around and all and the puppies look like they've been abandoned.

I tried called SPCA but yet another one of those robots picked up. The tinny voice told me that SPCA doesn't accept abandoned animals, only sick or abused ones. Okay. Ask Matthew. Call Actions for Dogs or whatever that thing is called.

When the guy there finally calls back he tells me they're stray digs and they're migrating. WTF?!?! My first reaction was 'They're not birds!' but I didn't yell that down the line :/

Now they're hiding under the shade on the opposite bank :/ It's been such a hot day. Sigh. I don't know what to do!

Wooo! I just finished my Snakecharmer essay. 5 pages long (okay fine, my writing only filled up 4 1/2 pages) too. I am happy. Now I only have that superextremelyhard Enemy of the People essay to write :/

I was watching the Oprah show just now (because the only other viable alternative I saw was on a totally sexist POWER RANGERS NINJA STORM with one piddling peroxide blonde among 4 guys and their changing into super power mode or something, consisted of them ripping of their clothes, ala Superman without the phone booth and less panache) and they were talking about of all things: shit.

They were talking about how shit should look (except they called it a more tactful stools), how shit should sound when it exits the body and hits the toilet bowl and various other delightful stuff. Glorious!

What I found the most interesting was how the doctor on the show (the guest) managed to procure various organs to show Oprah and the guests. They ranged from unhealthy to the healthy, from high blood pressure damaged Kidneys to normal ones (one question that came out for the Bio exam). While they didn't state exactly where the organs came from, I had this unsettling feeling that they came from human corpses :/

Still it was pretty cool looking at preserved organs.

Just now I was looking through a book I borrowed from the Library on the war poets and as I was flipping through it, this handsome creature popped out of nowhere and stared back at me:

Ladies and Gentlemen, may I present to you the deliciously ignorant and naive Rupert Brooke! Miss Bong did mention he was good looking in class, but I didn't really bother with finding out more about him, seing as I find his poem The Soldier horrifically blind to the real aspects of war (turned out he died before he faced much action during WWI).

This picture is the same one in the book I have on loan, but for some reason he doesn't look as good here as he does in the book :/

Nevermind, I still find him really hot, even though he is bisexual and very very dead.

Today I had lunch with my grandmother at Centrepoint. She wanted to buy a new weighing scale after my brother destroyed the old one by repeated throwing it onto the floor. Right.

Anyway I realised that the management had switched the escalators around again. I'm not sure how many of you remember an entry I wrote in 2004 about an incident on the escalators, but I checked and there were no additonal security measures installed (the current escalating and descalating escalators were the same ones before the incident in 2004).

To add insult to injury, I had written about the incident for my English composition for the mid year exams this year. I hope the examiner doesn't penalise me, it's already a little off topic :/

For the past last year - till my handphone decided to commit hari-kiri, my old phone was this cute comapct sized, and badly bitten, clamshell style phone. I could't lock the keypad, even if I wanted to and ended up with 100 pictures of the inside of my pockets and bags. My new phone is a candy-bar style phone and requires usage of the 'locking' function. Because I am so used to not locking my phone, I forgot to lock it today and managed to send some 7+ BLANK messages to the last person I had sent a message to.

Her responses were quite amusing, mainly because her name was smack in the middle of the alphabet, not like Angeline or Adeline who would probably get spammed by blank messages all the time. For some reason I find the ghost message sending thing very funny, even though I just wasted 7 smses for nothing, HAHAHAHA.

In other news, the Regional Language Centre is so hard to find! It's right next to Shangri-La, but that's quite a walk in from Orchard Road and isn't visible from the main road.

The bus Ianthe and I rode there was super crowded! I was quite shocked, but I forgot that there are loads of offices in the Orchard Road belt, like my mum's. Loads of people were standing up and we saw 2 other MGS girls on the bus too. After a few stops, Ianthe and I had moved to the interior of the bus from our original postions to accomodate more people and I got separated from each other and as I stood near the middle of the bus, barely grasping the handles at the back the chairs, some MEGA HUGE ang moh guy came and stood behind me. He was so close to me, had this arm above my head, holding onto one of those dangling handles from the ceiling ABOVE MY HEAD while the one nearest to him was left empty.

I could feel stomach right against my back and all I could think of was "WTF?!?!" I was so shocked at how close he was standing to me. He was pretty old and at least 1.8m or something and very very fat. It was so scary! I remembered reading how in Japan's busy subways, some men would sexually harass the women by pressing themselves right against the women. My eyes were open really wide and I made eye contact with one of the female communters and gave her a "help me!" look. It was the most surreal and possibly threatening expierence I've ever had in Singapore.

Thank goodness he didn't stink, because my head was right at his armpit area, or else I would have probably died and fainted by the end of that very cramped bus ride.

I watched the Constant Gardener today. Ralph Fiennes! He's so hot, even though he's old enough to be my dad. The ending was rather unexpected and the usage of flashbacks and so on in the ending only made it all the more confusing. Plus there were too many old men running around and I couldn't them apart. Seen one old grumpy white man, seen 'em all.

I experimented with my new phone today (Nokia 6020) and managed to reacquaint myself with the phone's keypad and controls. The '5' key however, is very insensitive. Sometimes I have to press and hold the key for up to 30 seconds just for it to detect.

I was too tired to stay up and watch last night's opening match, but I watched a few minutes worth from around 12 mins (after Costa Rica's goal - I had just missed that) and I remember going :O when I saw the score, 1-1, and only after 12 minutes of play! Later on Germany's Miroslav Klose scored and all I could think of was "Ohhh! HIM". After that I went off to get ready for bed. When I last checked the scores, it was half time and the scores remained the same.

This morning I went mad searching for the final score in the papers (I thought it would be out by press time) and in the end had to rely on trusty old Google to find out the scores (2-4, Germany). I also learned that Channel 5 won't be showing all the matches, only the major ones. Sigh.

My phone has finally died. My mum bought a new one for me today.

I am very tired. The B3 class party was more like a clique party and I ended up hanging out alot with Karmy.

I watched She's the Man with Ianthe today. It was quite nice. I think I sat next to Neha (2003's head prefect in MGS). I think Teri and Victoria were sitting at the table next to the table Ianthe and I shared at the junk food haven outside the Lido theatres and before I had noticed I was talking about Teri :/

Going to send my parents off at the airport (they're going Norway) soon. I am tired.

My phone is on the brink of insanity. It's LCD keeps going weird in the midst of the weirdest stuff, then after a while (or if I close my phone - it's a clam shell) it reverts back to normal again.

Wait scratch that. It's gone bloody mad now. I've suddenly got a wallpaper of the 'message' pic opening and closing at various stages, and closing the thing won't make it stop! UGH.

Today my brother ate 5 oranges and had various of those 'Valencia' orange stickers on his person.

Then after dinner he proceeded to eat another orange - and puke all over the living room. And my dad didn't even notice. Hooray.

Today I went out with my father to watch L'enfant with my father at Cathy's The Picturehouse cinema. It was, very weird.

The seats were EXTREMELY uncomfortable, creaked loads when I shifted my body in them, had no areas to rest one's neck and had zero lower back support. It was a nightmare.

The movie itself was something I had wanted to watch from some time ago but I was kind of disappointed. Palme d'Or, or not, it was draggy at times (which made me think of Angeline's comment, that indie movies always featured excessive shots of people doing absolutely nothing) and the 100 minutes it ran felt more like 180 minutes.

On the upside they showed trailers for some other upcoming indie movies, and Paradise Now seems like a good one to watch. Oh right I just checked the IMDB listings, appears that Pradise Now is rated M18 in Singapore -.- Boo.

I was at the National Library today too with my father and the place with filled with students of various ages studying. Some had set up their laptops on CHAIRS along the fiction aisles and sat on the floor to acess their computers and I even spotted some girl leaning against the walls, frowning as she clutched some really elementary looking chemistry worksheet (Sec 3 Chem I think).

If there was a place to not study, I think the National Library had to be it. The place is always crowded and there are always people like me, who go to the library to borrow books and make lots of noise (pity I didn't think of starting a book landslide just now), little kids running about and so on. If I wanted to study properly I'd go back to school or stay at home and study. Studying in such a public place is sheer madness and is filled full of distractions! It's like they want to go they are show off their KOOL Chemistry Textbook so they can entrapt that CUTE guy over yonder studying The Crucible (which took me ages to find despite utilising my old dewey decimal skills from when I was a school librarian).

As I was at the Literature section of the library (which is, oddly enough, located in the non-fiction section of the library) seaching for that elusive text, I saw this girl, slightly younger than me running about with a whole list of books. She started to pull out seemingly random books and then something occured to me: a) she was pulling out all the books thicker than my arms b) she was pulling out poetry books and c) they were all hardxcore lit texts.

Oh my word.

And she just sat there in the middle of the aisle reading them.

I'm not a super pro lit person, but I'm better at Lit than most of my classmates and it takes me at least 20 minutes of really intense concentration to fully annotate, feel, and understand a poem. That girl was taking 3 minutes per page and flipping like mad. Excuse me?!

I bet she didn't understand half the stuff she was reading. Now she could have been some super genius with an IQ of 200, but odds are, she isn't. She just looked ridiculously shallow and pretentious, trying to act smart and blocking my path and I went about in circles looking for that darned Miller book. And she looks only 14.

In case you're wondering why I was looking for something that can be considered a hardxcore lit text, it was because Suat told me it was very closely related in theme to An Enemy of the People, and if it can help be do better at EOP, I'm willing to read it. Plus it sounds interesting from the wikipedia article I read on it.

On other news I finished the entire Gundam SEED Destiny series. Now I am left to go cold turkey after cramming up to 4 episodes (2 hours' worth) per night, sometimes 5 if I can manage it. Ho hum. I have to go back to school again tomorrow.

I just cut my hair again. Now I have a shorter fringe (before my eyebrows) and I feel weird. The lady at the hairdresser's also blow permed half of my hair, as a trial mind you. So I had 1/2 straight hair and 1/2 curled hair. It was weird too. I tied up my hair to hide the bipolar hairdo, which made me look weird because of the new fringe.

Today is weird hair day.

And my brother dumped 2 litres of DYNAMO in my grandmother house. That was weird too, but not as weird as my hair.

I came back from Desaru on Saturday, where I met a whole swarm of mosquitos, but only got bitten once. That was weird.

This entry is weird.

My mother just sprung a surprise on me; or rather she sprung a surprise on me 4 Gundam SEED Destiny episodes ago and 1 Law and Order SVU episode. We're going to Desaru tomorrow.

And as you can probably tell, I haven't packed anything yet because I was uh, busy (the total watching time is 3 hours total).

In addition to having no bag to pack my stuff in, I have no idea when we're leaving the house, nor done alot of other stuff and I still plan to watch one more GSD episode later. Woo hoo.

I hate surprise vacations to weird places.

As I'm typing this I'm eating a pseudo-chocolate bar, trying to drown my sorrows in chocolate.

I feel utterly shit, for a reason that only 1 person knows, bless her soul.

But I know I'll be okay.