goingg.

i've finally decided to shift. yepp. and the archives here are for sentimental reasons.

moved.

school cny celebrations

on the agenda for tomorrow, the 27th of January, 2006.

1. School CNY Celebrations
ooh. how exciting! in chinese with crosstalk and all that. oohoohooh. how i look forward to sitting in the amphitheatre and watching the 'concert' tomorrow. oh yay. like, that was so not sarcarstic.

2. I Not Stupid 2
well. i liked the first one! i bet the second instalment is funny too. probably not as good... but ok enough, and worth at least one of the $6 that i spent on the ticket. and yay! lunch! yay bimba.

3. MUMMY'S BIRTHDAY!
we are actually planning to eat dinner at the steak house at Raffles' Hotel! like, yay. that place is coolios, man. like totally. last year for my mum's birthday we went to Fullerton! like, *jaw drops o__O* the food was fantastic! and the ambience was WOO! but,
HAPPY [censored]th BIRTHDAY MUMMY!

like woo! my commonwealth essay is SO NOT DONE. i have only 624 words... which is like, half. ERH.

for tomorrow. spot me in school in my Red Ashworth Polo! woo!

extract!

you know. nowadays i have hardly anything i feel like blogging about. so i shall make up by putting up... extracts of books, fanfiction and poems. or pictures! im like, lazy.

SO Here's a funny extract from Harry Potter xD .. cant remember which book now.

"Why were you lurking under our window?"
"Yes -- yes, good point, Petunia! What were you doing under our windows, boy?"
"Listening to the news," said Harry in a resigned voice.
His aunt and uncle exchanged looks of outrage.
"Listening to the news! Again?"
"Well, it changes every day, you see," said Harry

And here's another funny extract:

"We're coming for you whether the Muggles like it or not, you can't miss the World Cup, only Mum and Dad reckon it's better if we pretend to ask their permission first. If they say yes, send Pig back with your answer pronto, and we'll come and get you at five o'clock on Sunday. If they say no, send Pig back pronto and we'll come and get you at five o'clock on Sunday anyway."

-Ron's letter to Harry

And another!

"Oh, are you a prefect Percy? You should have said something, we had no idea."
"Hang on I think I remember him saying something about it, once..."
"Or twice–""
A minute–"
"All summer–"
"We tried to shut him in a pyramid, but Mum spotted us."

-and Fred Weasley

the day after tomorrow

i have this new obsession now! not a switch of fanfiction though. I REALISED THAT I LOVE LOVE LOVE THE DAY AFTER TOMORROW! *squeals* haha. the MUSIC. yes. i simply adore the main theme. i was hyperventilating over it to calyn. it was haunting me for the past week. and thanks to limewire I GOT IT! yay! *dances*

and the actor. Jake Gyllenhaal! well. he's not that cute now. but he was VERY in tdat! ^^. and also the girl acting as Laura. haha. she's so pretty!

gah. obsessions are not good. .______.

aww.

Taking the smaller, but no less impressive, Malfoy platinum wedding band from the priest, Draco leaned forward and slipped it onto Hermione's left ring finger.

Straightening, he smiled before saying in a clear, carrying voice,

"I, Draco Malfoy, in the name of the spirit of God that resides within us all, and by the life that courses within my blood, and the love that exists within my heart, take you, Hermione Jane Granger, to my hand, my heart, and my spirit, to be my chosen one. To desire you, and be desired by you; to possess you, and be possessed by you, without sin or shame, for nothing can exist in the purity of my love for you. I promise to love you wholly and completely without restraint, in sickness and in health, in riches and in poverty, in life and beyond, where we shall meet, remember, and love again. I shall not seek to change you in any way, I shall respect you, your beliefs, your people, and your ways as I respect myself."

He saw there was a sheen of tears in Hermione's eyes, and knew that the words had affected her as deeply as they had him.

She took a deep breath before responding in a shaky voice.

"I, Hermione Jane Granger, in the name of the spirit of God that resides within us all, by the life that courses within my blood, and the love that exists within my heart, take you, Draco Malfoy, to my hand, my heart, and my spirit, to be my chosen one. To desire you and be desired by you, to possess you and be possessed by you, without sin or shame, for nothing can exist in the purity of my love for you. I promise to love you wholly and completely without restraint, in sickness and in health, in riches and in poverty, in life and beyond, where we shall meet, remember, and love again. I shall not seek to change you in any way, I shall respect you, your beliefs, your people, and your ways as I respect myself."

-excerpt from A Thread Of Innocence, by Athena Linborn.

STORE I/Cs

at obs, zhener and i, the great Store I/Cs of Kurt, both when very HIGH and came up with this cheer:

S! (clapclap-clapclap)
T! (clapclap-clapclap)
O! (clapclap-clapclap)
R! (clapclap-clapclap)
E! (clapclap-clapclap)
I! (clapclap-clapclap)
SLASH! (clapclap-clapclap)
C! (clapclap-clapclap)
S! (clapclap-clapclap)

Store (clap) I-Cs! (clap)
Store (clap) I-Cs! (clap)

We are the coolest store i/cs.
We take care of the store.

Of Kurt?
Of Kurt.
Of KURT?!!
OF KURT!!!

Of Kurt! Kurt! Kurt! Kurt Kurt! Kurt! Kurt Kurt!

GOOOOOOO...

STORE!
I!
SEES!

I Know Why The Caged Bird Sings

The free bird leaps
on the back of the wind
and floats downstream
till the current ends
and dips his wings
in the orange sun rays
and dares to claim the sky.

But a bird that stalks
down his narrow cage
can seldom see through
his bars of rage
his wings are clipped and
his feet are tied
so he opens his throat to sing.

The caged bird sings
with fearful trill
of the things unknown
but longed for still
and its tune is heard
on the distant hill
for the caged bird
sings of freedom

The free bird thinks of another breeze
and the trade winds soft through the sighing trees
and the fat worms waiting on a dawn-bright lawn
and he names the sky his own.

But a caged bird stands on the grave of dreams
his shadow shouts on a nightmare scream
his wings are clipped and his feet are tied
so he opens his throat to sing

The caged bird sings
with a fearful trill
of things unknown
but longed for still
and his tune is heard
on the distant hill
for the caged bird
sings of freedom.

- Maya Angelou


i love this poem. its so beautiful. now i wish i had taken lit. i realise now that i am quite lit. quite. hm. SIGH.

OBS

YAY. for one i survived! so here i am to tell you the tale of survival amidst the muddy marshes and damp draughty dingy er whatevers. aiyah. in one word to describe the experience: WET.

it was like, everything was wet. and muddy. land expedition was the worst day EVER. and that night was the worst night i'd ever spent in my entire life. as in, seriously. im so not exaggerating. firstly, the campsite was like darn gross lah. all rocks, marches and flooded muddy roads. then our basha (which was called sasha) collapsed on US. and it was RAINING like MAD. omg. so we went to the seaside. and it was RAINING and WINDY. like omg. we were so so so cold. teeth chattering, and shivering. hypothermic.

kayaking as fun. but chao scary. i thought i'd die lah. i didnt think we could paddle all the way from ubin to sembawang. and GROSS. im really very scared of rocks. rock formations or whatever. they creep me out seriously!

but the team bonding was great. yeah. KURT~! and we are the KURTAINS!
and i like what wenqi said. haha.
"we are the Kurtains. we hang around" XDD
and our two bashas! we named them Sasha and Tasha! like woot. we are the only watch to name our bashas nehhx.

and we all love mauricette! like nuts lah. she's so darn cute. ^^ and nope. none of us crushed any instructors. especially daniel. -.-" like whatever. they're not crushable lahh.

ok. that was rushed. haha. but i g2g now for edge. hm. i'll add more. SOON.

and i get obs now. its to get you patriotic. after you go to ubin, you love Singapore like mad lah, and cry for happiness when you see hdb flats in the distance! XP

phew. i love civilisation.

What's Your True Color?

Abigail, your true color is YELLOW!

You're yellow, the color of joy and energy - two things you definitely bring to everyone around you. It's hard for anyone to be sad or lonely in your presence; your sunny disposition and cheery outlook just won't allow it. The warmth of your personality shines through in the kindness you show friends and family (and strangers, too). Always ready with a lighthearted joke or heartfelt compliment, you know how to make people feel good about themselves, so they can't get enough of you. Yellow is a warm and inviting color for a warm and inviting person - you!