I took the quiz on Steph's blog, and this is my result:

What's Your Reputation at Hogwarts? (26 different characters)

Goody Two Shoes Gryffindor:
House: Gryffindor
Best Friend(s): Harry, Ron, and Hermione.
Gryffindors Harry: Treats you like the sister he never had. Ron: Gets sick of you spending all of your time with Harry. He once wrote you a love note, but decided it wasn't worth his friendship with Harry and threw it out. Hermione: Hates that you get all of the attention and that you have no flaws at all. Oliver Wood: Feels like his knees buckle every time you walk by. Fred and George Weasley: Like to play pranks on you because everyone thinks so highly of you. Seamus Finnigan: Thinks you get too much attention, but doesn't deny that you get his. Neville Longbottom: Is smitten with you because of your high grade in Herbology. Dean Thomas: Is amazed that you aren't cocky after all of the compliments you get everyday. Ginny Weasley: Is jealous of your reputation as "Harry's Girlfriend" even though you don't date. Parvati Patil: Asks you to help her study when she really only wants to find out something about you that she can spread around school. (But she never does). Padma Patil: Follows you around everywhere so that people might think she's your friend.
Hufflepuffs Cedric Diggory: Is sick and tired of you acting like you're better, but is glad to get out of the spotlight every once in a while.
Ravenclaws Cho Chang: Thinks you're a teacher's pet.
Slytherins Draco Malfoy: Dislikes you greatly and makes fun of you quite often. Crabbe: Only knows you as "The Girl Draco Hates." Goyle: Same as Crabbe. Pansy Parkinson: Hates you. Marcus Flint: Hates you because you have the ability to make fun of his Quidditch team since yours beats his every match. Blaise Zabini: Doesn't bother getting worked up over you (but still dislikes you, none the less).
Teachers Dumbledore: Always suggests that you should join the Order of the Pheonix. Professor McGonagall: Sometimes lets you come to class late because she knows you can pick up on the missed material easily. Professor Flitwick: Uses his magic to blow away paper airplanes the Slytherins throw at you. Professor Trelawney: Predicts a happy, yet tragically short life for you. Professor Snape: Despises you and you're fame. Filch: Found a love note written to you and keeps it underneath his pillow.
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Which is of course really off -______- still it was a nicely done quiz, really impressive compared to the crap floating around Quizilla nowadays.

Yesterday I left the office at 9:50pm because I had to stay back and do work. Argh! I also wrote a 'bitchy' letter to Yishun JC for giving me hell and c.c.'ed it to the MOE, with the help of Alia and my Uncle. Lawyers are so good at writing letters which are essentially really rude, but seem nice on the surface. I could post the letter here if anyone is interested in reading.

HAHAHAHA! Remember the blog post where I posted the nude picture of Daniel Radcliffe, showing off his ass?

Now on the same website where I saw the abovementioned picture, I also just saw Daniel Radcliffe's wang.

It looks small and stumpy. Like a sausage or something. Those expensive high quality German ones. LOLLL

Here's the link for whoever is perverse enough (like me!) to see it: WARNING: CONTAINS FRONTAL NUDITY.

For those of you who received my sms on if you guys had received any letter from the air force, this is my reason: today I received a letter from the Singapore Air Force on scholarship information, complete with name cards customised with MY NAME and '3rd Generation Leader' written under it. HAHAHAHAHA OMG!

My first thought was 'huhhh?' and I half wondered why they sent it to me, a member of the fairer sex, hence the smses I sent out! For a while I thought that I must have done something when I visited the Asian Aerospace in 2004, but I later learned that Adeline also received the same letter. Maybe it was a mass send, people enlighten me!

Blah I have to go back to work tomorrow.

My throat feels dry.

Meep.

I was on the MRT today, on the same North bound train, leaning in the same position as yesterday - against the plexi-glass by the sides of the train doors, when at City Hall a blind man entered my carriage.

At first I didn't know he was blind, then I saw his walking stick whip the hell out of nowhere and land right between my legs. I was so shocked I gave a little jump then tried to scramble the hell out of his way, almost colliding into his unseeing body again before managed to retreat... all the way to the back of the carriage -________-

The only reason I always chose the aforementioned space is because I get off a few stops after where I board, and I am damn paranoid about missing my train stop. Blah. So there I was, stuck behind a veritable wall of humans and faced with the unpleasant prospect of having to fight my way through the mass. Joy. At least to my left, someone was nice enough to give up their seat for the blind guy. I am 100% sure he managed to stab someone else in the foot with that weapon of mass destruction he wielded in his hands before he got to his seat though.

HAHAHAHAHAHA. At least it wasn't me.

Today in the midst of photocopying a huge pile of stuff, I was called away to do commissioning. Commissioning is basically accompanying a client to a commissioner of oaths in another law firm.

I was already in a bad mood because of a mess someone had created for me and my calve muscles ached from standing in front of the photocopier for eons. Being called away in the midst of doing a task only made my mood worse.

This time I had a relatively large group of four men, all family members. Anyway I brought them to the nearest free commissioner, which was in the next building. During the commissioning the commissioner of oaths asked me if I wanted the document to be dated, I said I had no idea and wasn't told. Then he told me to call the lawyer in charge and ask.

Problem number one: I didn't know the number of the law firm.

"Um, I don't know the number." Then one of the men went 'Durrrr'. Like he seriously made that sound. WTF!?!

Then he gave me the card and the commissioner gave me his phone to call.

Problem number two: I didn't know how to use the phone. In the end I randomly pressed a button and managed to dial the number.

Problem number three: I had dialed the fax number instead and on the other line all I heard was the distinctive high pitched whine of the fax. I burst out laughing and the commissioner finally decided to call himself with his handphone.

Wah I tell you, it was so embarrassing. Luckily the other men around didn't know about number 2 and 3, but still it was bad enough. Blah.

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On the MRT train to Orchard (to meet my mum to go home), I saw this couple that really annoyed the hell out of me. The girlfriend had that kind of bitchy face and the boyfriend looked really dumb. Like wow! The ultimate needs to be darwinised couple. Usually I keep such evil comments to myself, but these two managed to annoy me in the short one train stop I encountered them.

For starters the first thing I noticed when they boarded was that the girl was holding the guys hand. No I don't mean holding hands, I mean literally clamped around the guy's wrist like she was dragging him along like a rag doll. DUHHH.

Then as they stood near the door, they started checking themselves out in the reflection on the glass doors. Not subtly too, really obviously checking themselves off. As if that wasn't enough, before the guy boarded the train I saw him checking himself out as the train passed by him before the doors opened to let the waste of space board. Double DUHHH.

Yes I am very judgmental.

For the ill informed, everyone's favoured boy wizard actor, Daniel Radcliffe, is currently starring in a play at West End (I think), called Equus. The biggest part about it? He appears nude. For about 10 minutes. HAHAHAHAHA.

Anyway I was reading this celeb website and they had a picture of him (no frontal nudity), the link of which I shall leave here for the curious!

Happy CNY.

Was asked to put this on my blog by Edwin, so here goes:

For most of today I have been wondering about in a fog of thought, trigged off by various factors. Since then I have come to the conclusion that we're really all just searching for happiness in one way or another, whether we consciously recognise it or not.

Often we don't even know what it is that makes us happy. Sometimes we don't know what we want at all, wandering about in the quagmire of reality. All we know is that we're searching for something, and we're hopelessly lost.

In the midst of my oddly reflective mood today I watched The Prestige with my father. Either way you break it down, both men were searching for something that would make them happy, regardless of the cost.

As for me today, I don't think my Chinese New Year will be an overtly happy one, for I feel that I myself need to do a lot of searching within for what it is I really want from life, what it is that will make me feel happy and complete rather than blindly working my way through life, unsure of what it is I truly want.

On another note: I want to watch Running with Scissors, Paris, je t'aime, Notes on a Scandal, Half Nelson (which Stephanie watched!) and Babel, of which 3 of them are M18 -_____________-

Yesterday morning I was on the MRT train to work when at Tiong Bahru, this seemingly mentally disturbed man boarded the train. He carried a single use train pass in his hand and held a few two dollars bills. Initially I guessed he was mentally disturbed because of his weird twitching actions, and as I continued to watch him (he was standing in front of me in the train) he started to have odd gestures and started talking to the air next to him O.O

Lots of other people were 'watching' him too in the 'I'm-not-being-kay-poh-but-he's-in-my-line-of-sight' way, so I wasn't the only one. However as I was watching him I felt a little sad and pitied the man, he reminded me a lot of Ryan. I wondered if he was lost, but remembered he had the presence of mind and enough thought to buy a ticket for the train, and had some money on his person, obviously he was headed somewhere. It started me thinking I had to either tattoo or have some sort of chain attached to him with contact details and so on in the event he got lost.

Around Tanjong Pagar, the man the started arguing with his imaginary friend and ran to the carriage on the left to 'fight' more, before heading back to the carriage I was in. Then it was Raffles Place and I had to alight, leaving the man behind to argue with his friend.

Did the JAE thing today. I thought the last day was Friday O.O I was planning to do it on Wednesday anyway, but still! Ack, I didn't know till Angeline told me.

Was at the airport yesterday to bid farewell to Charis, Yihui, Primrose (I didn't know she was even leaving yesterday though) and Shermaine. Somehow I didn't really feel sad they're leaving. To me it was more like a sign we were all growing up, spreading our wings to fly and all that other romanticised rubbish, but still I have a positive feeling, like we're all moving on to better, greater experiences in life.

So anyway I did my JAE thing, and this is what I put:
1) ACSI
2) ACJC
3) SAJC
4) CJC
5) AJC
6) PJC

I guess it goes without saying that everything I applied for was for the Arts Stream, except for the IB.

Valentine's Day is tomorrow. Good day to avoid going out.

Today I have been really busy moving onto my new room. As of now I can't bear to look around it because my brain will explode from OCD or something, but I feel too lazy to pack everything up.

I have also been sorting through the crap accumulated from 4 years of Secondary education, from notes passed in class between Angeline and me during Sec 2, to Sec 3 Chem things with Ms Goh's comments and Sec 4 E Math stuff.

I also found this 'risque' poem that Miss June Tan gave us in Sec 2. Some of you may remember it.

Stickboy and Matchgirl in Love
Stick Boy liked Match Girl,
he liked her a lot.
He liked her cute figure
he thought she was hot.

But could the flame ever burn
for a match and a stick?
It did quite literally;
he burned up pretty quick.

Tim Burton

OMGWTFBBQ! I got a 10 :O

I was so shocked too! Today after court, I rushed down to school not even having time to change. By then I felt like super 'dead' in the sense that I felt NOTHING. People were running around panicking, and BELIEVE ME I AM THE TYPE WHO SUPER FREAKS OUT LAAAA, but I suppose I had done all my freaking out long ago and had no more emotional energy left to spend when I actually got back my results. The irony.

Anyway Vicky dragged her friend Joanne along to see me when I got my marks and when I got it Miss Bong and Miss Ho were like 'Congrats! You did really well!' and I was like o.o then I ripped open my 'letter' and when I saw a '10' I literally collapsed on the floor crying in relief. Well that was probably out of sequence since I can't exactly remember. Ask Vicky.

After that I talked to Miss Ho, Miss Tang, Mrs Lee, Mrs Corrine Sim and Mrs Nat Lim on the phone. Then I went out with Steph, Choy Yoke, Ianthe, Cherie and Liz to Plaza Sing for lunch at Sweet Secrets. There I also developed this absolute crushing headache. Ugh, felt like crap for a long time.

Then I went off for class. Nadiah and Hana were already there and we talked alot about Lembu/Babi and ughhh. I have no idea now. Blah. <--- extremely cryptic

Anyway I am thinking about ACSI now and ACJC. No idea where to go from here.

My grades are:
A2 for Eng ---> disappointed
B3 for SS/Hist ---> see above
A1 for Bio ---> EXTREMELY unexpected!
A1 for Geog
A1 for Lit
A2 for Math ---> also unexpected!

In the CBD, at Raffles Place, where my office is located, the free newspaper Today is given out every morning at the MRT. In addition to the more mainstream Today, there is also a paper called The Epoch Times (it was one of RONG's fav words!). I first picked it up in the first week of 07 because the 'headline' was 'Falungong Leader Wishes All A New Year!'.

Now for the ill informed, the Falungong is a sect, which translates into my mind as Scientology, minus the big bucks, plus meditation. The Falungong is also a group which is heavily persecuted in China. We all know that China is still a Communist State by principle, which has of late adopted rather Capitalist measures to survive in the 21st Century Economy. The Economy is booming, people are getting richer by the second, yet socially and environmentally it is still very much a backwater state. This also includes things like political persecution.

Basically what makes Falungong a persecuted sect in China from my understanding is because within the group, the leader claims he/she (can't remember) claims they're God/Jesus/Allah/Buddha/Insert Some Other Religion's god here. You get the idea. Of course as a 16 year old I have vague understanding of WHY this would warrant persecution, so I won't say anything.

So anyway in Singapore they're persecuted too. Why? Because Singapore kisses ass. Singapore kisses everyone's ass, they have too! We're a small time country and if we don't kiss ass and offend other countries, we'll get OUR asses kicked. Machiavellian, but totally understandable. Well, minus Malaysia of course, Malaysia is the only country Singapore tells to kiss it's ass. In this instance, it's China that Singapore's ass is kissing. (Like you couldn't already figure that out)

Anyway I pick up the paper every week and I get a HUGE kick out of spotting some anti-China article in the entire paper. About a week or two ago there was this massively huge article, like about 1/2 the broadsheet size, on 6 Falungong members in Singapore being arrested for giving out flyers in Orchard Road in Nov of either 2005 or 2006. Anyway they're being politically persecuted here and bla bla bla.

For the past few days I have been in court the entire day listening to this industrial estate dispute. Today around 5:20, we were standing outside the sub courts when I saw this woman carrying a placard protesting Singapore's persecution of Falungong. Natually me, being me, and doing things before thinking, pointed at her and went "Ohhh Alia! Falungong!" Then she saw us and I was like 'SHIT', and quickly turned away, but too late! She was headed for us and gave our entire group flyers about Falungong. It had seriously gruesome pictures of forceful organ extraction from Falungong members in China, which I had first read about in The Epoch Times.

Keep in mind these people hand landed in court for handing out flyers in the first place, yet this woman was blatantly giving out Falungong flyers to us outside the Subordinate Courts, where members of her group were being charged. Completely feckless and mad of course.

Of course the main reason for writing this is that I really want to state how much I admire these people, not for their beliefs, but for their constant striving for free speech. Hell, I think Falungong is nutty as hell, but you just have to admire them for their perseverance and guts.

This entry also has another selfish motive. Tomorrow is D day. Results day. OMGWTBBQ! Anyway in writing this, I have used up my brain's capacity for thinking, so I'm not so worried because I was too busy concentrating on this article! Woooo. Hahaha.

God bless us all :/

The impending O level results is making me very anxious. Today I had an asthma attack during court. I keep having visions of myself collapsing in tears when I receive my results.

Amongst other things, this week is really shitty. My heart aches.

Help. I am drowning.

I cut my hair! Because of my weird fear of hairstylists, my hair ended up like this even though what I really wanted was a short and sweet looking hairstyle. Oh well.

It does looks nice, just that it doesn't feel very me.