It's pronounced chewps. Act cute only. Haha.

I just pulled off my part of my toenail with my other foot because I was walking in a clumsy manner. I left my half-a-nail lying on my floor while I went to get my vacuum cleaner and I told my dad about it. You should've seen his face, classic :)

Just now during Humanities I suddenly had a zap of inspiration! But I'm much too lazy to write it. It's fiction through and through, fantasy-like even. I don't know if I'll be mellow enough to write it out one of these days, I always seem to give up so very often... Everything is just excerpts or inspirations from my own boring little life anyway. I think I need more experience. I think I need to be out and about.

I wanna change something about what I said in my earlier post. I have got somewhere to place my faith, just that it's pretty negligible, huh. Each to every own, or whatever shit that phrase was. To each's own? Everyone to each's own. Ahhhhhh whateverrrr.

p/s I did horribly for Chinese prelims Paper 2. Sigh.

I have tuition at 7.30pm and I'm like, trying to fill out all my blanks in the paper my tuition teacher gave me. And there's this annoying man-day question (6 men working 8 hours per day were to complete a painting job in 5 days.... how many hours.... to complete the work?) I hate those kinds of questions. My tuition teacher told me, 'I taught you this the other time, so you should be able to do this.' I hate to see him laugh mock-amusedly and give the half-disappointed half-surprised, 'Huh, cannot do ah?'
(Yessah, Kaiyuan's helping me!)

Hais I'm in a dilemma again. It's so hard not to feel pissed okay, even though people have got reasons reasons and thousand more reasons to why they are behaving this way... They don't seem to listen to me. Everything just seems to be my fault. Is it really?

Sigh. This is so frustrating. It's so hard to keep everything in and pretend everything's all right, trying to do that 'counterattack' thing when I've got no where to place my faith. Funny how I always seem to be forgotten. Actually, not so funny. I'm usually so invisible and boring as watching paint dry, I just blend into the back wall of any room.

Me feels like crying, but don't feels like either. Peculiar, peculiar...

Sarah and I want to watch The Time Traveler's Wife. Marilyn forgot I wanted to watch Year One and went to watch it with somebody else. But she says she doesn't mind watching again? I feel so bad for wasting her money ==. I want to watch Coco Before Chanel too.
(But I guess I should learn not to keep my hopes up, see how others have been crushed as well?)

I'm feeling that weird feeling of someone digging the left part of my chest, like under my left shoulder, with a spoon again. I never really felt the 'heartbroken' feeling (I mean, it's not just love-love things that can 'break your heart' right?) I always feel this being-dug-out feeling.

I'm still too lazy to go and upload my old school photos. Ah well. Not a loss.

I went back to my primary school Woodlands Ring just now, since it's the last year.

Went to find Ellis, Feng Shan and Gek Teng after school to go back to WRPS. We met Kenneth there, and we waited for school to open. And then Jasmine came over nearly an hour later.
Oh and we went in, but we were confined to the canteen and the hall. I think it's cause they're scared of us damaging their property and they won't be able to look for the culprit if so many of us are all over the school.

We didn't manage to catch Mrs Lim because she was giving supplementary lessons until 3.30pm and we got chased out at around 3.

OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH my gosh, all the primary school kids are so. damn. puny. The lower primary, I mean. They're like, all uniform-height and at my waist level! During their recess they were all like, one whole bed of little kids.

Oh wow, I expected a lot of our batch to turn up since it's the last year. But there was quite a few. I saw many of them, anyways. Some of them looked the same and some changed so much o_o Weixong's suddenly so long... and Wenjie's taller, and I wonder if his voice is still like the pipsqueak he was? And Angie! I finally saw her! Haven't seen her in a million years. I guess she still likes running. Oh and Ellis is suddenly so excitable and outspoken. And Kenneth has become so nice all of a sudden - no offence - unlike the asshole he was in the past. ==. No offence!
Saw Miss Kau, my primary 3 teacher. She said she remembers my face but not my name.
And Miss Tan B. G. the discipline mistress, whom Joei had a vendetta against then ==. She is aging gracefully, we all agree.
And Miss Noordianah...? Damn I can't remember her name. Noor-something-or-other. She is so different now!!!! She was my primary 4 PE teacher and during the stupid NAPFA we had to run God knows how many rounds around the field, and I wanted to give up (so me, right?) but she pulled me on and finished the last few rounds with me! Then on my perspective of her just flipped around. Cause she's usually so strict and fierce that I didn't like her. Until then!
And my Chinese teacher transferred already, sigh. I was positive she would remember me because she taught me Chinese and Higher Chinese from P3 to P6.

I did so many embarrassing and ridiculous things in primary school it sucks to remember ==. So embarrassing. Wish I had selective memory.

Anyway I think this year's Teachers' Day concert was pretty good. Much better than... the rest, if I remember correctly. The good singers all made my hair stand!! There's just a few technical problems here and there, but overall I think it went fairly well.


I've got pictures of WRPS but I'm too lazy to go and upload, haha.

I saw my brother studying just now, in his neat little room, which made me feel like packing mine. For some reason, I can't stand mess, but I can't stand things being too neat either. Like, OCD-neat, everything in order, put in a certain angle. It just makes me feel very uneasy. So I guess that's why my room's kinda messy.
And also, even though I get a little annoyed at the mess, I'm not enough bothered to get myself to pack everything properly. Ohhhh, I'll just mess everything up by the end of the week anyhoo.
Seeing my brother study made me feel like studying too.

I should study.

Okay, I shall. After my laptop runs out of battery.

I just watched Invisible Children on Okto.


And I had absolutely no idea what it meant.


I guess I was just too dim to understand any single bit of it, so I guess it was pretty much a waste of time. I was very confused about what the film was trying to show, and the only thing I could suss out was the difficulties Singaporeans are going through every day?
I originally expected the film to feature the two children they kept showing on the advertistment, and because of the title, and then they started flitting in between this bunch of different people.

Such a muse-y show.

This was what I found on filmfest.org.sg said:

INVISIBLE CHILDREN
By Brian Gothong Tan / Singapore / 2008 / PG / 85 min
A dreamlike film about ordinary Singaporeans struggling to find their joy.

Two children go on the run after a traumatic accident at home and find themselves lost in a monsoon drain under the roads of Singapore. A shy, obsessive-compulsive neighbour reluctantly helps his neighbour, only to let his heart get in the way. An air stewardess on Merlion Air returns home to a life without love and hope. An uptight army officer finds himself sliding steadily into the crack between his private and his military life, while his estranged girlfriend laments her life before a photocopying machine.
Brian Gothong Tan’s debut feature film is a polyphonic fusion of quiet realism and flights of fantasy that bring into focus the regrets and disappointments that Singaporeans swallow everyday. Featuring local theatre veterans Yeo Yann Yann and Karen Tan, as well as calefare-legend, Lim Poh Huat, Invisible Children grapples with the familiar themes of urban loneliness and alienation popularly explored in such Singaporean films as Eric Khoo’s 12 Storeys and Royston Tan’s 4:30, and with a similar sense of grit and dreamlike reflection. But the movie also takes us occasionally into a realm between fantasy and fact, such that the characters might briefly extract themselves from the harsh reality of their predicament, with a hope of finding themselves and their potential for happiness.

I think Okto showing Singapore's films is over, because they showed a commercial on Pinnochio for next week. :(
Apart from the occasional bad English I think Singapore's films, these kinds, are all quite nice.

*TADA* A new blogskin!

It's neither of those I mentioned. Ha, ha, ha! Time to cook porridge.

Recently I keep getting pop-up ads and they're really really annoying... I don't know how to get rid of them.

I been wanting to get another blogskin -heh- but I can't find anything suitable. I'm getting a little bit tired of clean, simple, imageless blogskins. And I want a non-navigational one. Then again, I can't find any nice ones with pictures because they're all soppy things speaking of lost love, first love, complications of love and music, which I cannot stand.

I'm currently waiting for my minced meat to thaw so I can go cook minced meat porridge. Ohhh, teh luv. I miss bacon. Bacon O bacon. And chicken wings. And chwee kueh. I'm hungry.

It's a cold cold day = good day.

But not a productive day. I haven't really studied because I don't feel like it, I wonder why? And the English comprehension Mr Tsung gave us, the killer one from Raffles Instituition. The cynical, critical one about celebrities, written by Mr. What's-his-name-Know-It-All. I completely didn't know how to answer like half on the questions, so there.
Thus, I had to resort to: ANYHOW DO.

Still searching for the blogskin... I've narrowed in down between these two. One of them's a bit softer and the other's kind of harsh. The soft one is navigational and the harsh one is not.

Guess I'll take the harsh one?
You'll probably see it up in a couple of minutes. Or maybe some other day.