when stupidity meets intelligence.

i promise this’ll bethe last shift EVER.

PROMISE.

sorry to those who linked me oon my blogspot page.

here it is.

RELINK.

sorry for the lack in posts. been SUPER busy refently. i should make an effort to actually bolg and go online.

anyways, today was sports day. AWESOME day. being there with the band was just.. fantastic. i’ve always loved them yah, but this year’s was a whole new feeling. with the sec 2s. and the thought of next year, we’re not going with the band? i can’t imagine. and i don’t want to imagine.

okay. ITCHY. i’ve got a BAD case of rashes. on my FACE. really, i feel like smashing the mirrors. if not for the karma, i would’ve done it a long time ago.

SO, what’ve i been up to recently? nothing much really. just that i feel like i’m becoming a nerd. i’m studying, hard, for the second time in my life the first being PSLE. plus, my exams are in 7 weeks? and 7 weeks to some, may be a damn long time. but i’m studying ALREADY. and remember the time i said i wanted to be Straits Time Columnist? that will be pushed to plan B now. considering how i can’t even think of what to write in this blog, how am i supposed to think of what to write in the column everyday/ every other day? that’s so godammit hard.

so i decided, i want to become a lawyer. that was my plan B at first. but now, it’s gonna be plan A. not those divorce lawyers. since my opinion on marriage is positive, yet negative. you see, i don’t think i’ll EVER get married. and if i were to get married, it will be the “till death do us part” thingy. not the “i get married and when i’m tired of you, divorce lah” kind of thing. so if i were to become a lawyer (my grades can bring me to JC then come and say), i want to be criminal lawyer. you know, those really demanding ones. where you know that your client is a murderer, and yet, you’ve to defend him. that’s lkike super cool. and when he gets aquited, you feel the adrenalin rush. AWESOME.

yup. here’s a little something:

too much love will kill you.
if you can’t make up your mind.
torn between a lover, and a love you leave behind
you’re headed for disaster,
because you never read the signs.
too much love will kill you. 

hahahaha.
agreed with no furthur objections.

[edit]
i now addicted to Mika.

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Hey, what’s the big idea?

Yo Mika.

I said,
suckin’ too hard on ya lollipop,
oh love’s gonna get ya down,
I said,
suckin’ too hard on ya lollipop,
oh love’s gonna get ya down.

Suckin’ too hard on ya lollipop,
oh love’s gonna get ya down,
suckin’ too hard on ya lollipop,
oh love’s gonna get ya down.
Say love, say love,
oh love’s gonna get ya down.
say love, say love,
oh love’s gonna get ya down.

I went walking with my mama one day,
when she warned me what people say,
“live your life until love is found,
cuz love’s gonna get you down.”

“Take a look at the girl next door,
she’s a player and a downright bore,
Jesus loves her but she wants more,
oh bad girls get you down.

Singing,
Sucking too hard on ya lollipop,
oh love’s gonna get ya down,
sucking too hard on ya lollipop,
oh love’s gonna get ya down.
Say love, say love,
oh love’s gonna get ya down.
say love, say love,
oh love’s gonna get ya down.

Mama told me what I should know,
too much candy gonna rot your soul,
if she loves you, let her go,
cuz love only get’s you down.

Take a look at a boy like me,
never stood on my own two feet,
now I’m blue, as I can be,
oh love come get me down.

Singing,
suckin’ too hard on ya lollipop,
oh love’s gonna get ya down,
suckin’ too hard on ya lollipop,
oh love’s gonna get ya down.
Say love, say love,
oh love’s gonna get ya down.
say love, say love,
oh love’s gonna get ya down.

I went walking with my mama one day,
when she warned me what people say,
live your life until love is found,
or love’s gonna get you down.

Singing,
suckin’ too hard on ya lollipop,
oh love’s gonna get ya down,
suckin’ too hard on ya lollipop,
oh love’s gonna get ya down.
Say love (say love), say love (say love),
oh love’s gonna get ya down.
say love (say love), say love (say love),
oh love’s gonna get ya down.

Mama told me what I should know,
too much candy gonna rot your soul,
if she loves you, let her go,
cuz love only get’s you down…

Whoa-oh, whoa-oh, whoa-oh, lollipop.
Whoa-oh, whoa-oh, whoa-oh, lollipop.

Sucking too hard on ya lollipop,
oh love’s gonna get ya down,
say,
sucking too hard on ya lollipop,
oh love’s gonna get ya down (lollipop)

oksy. don’t ask me why. Goodbye. more next time.

seems i was a liitle harsh in my previous entry. no shelly, whatever you’re thinking, you’re thinking wrong. the five underscores have no significance at all. so if you’re thinking whatever you’re thinking, it’s WRONG. i shall repeat myself for the last time: you want to find out, ask me.

hahaha. so i’ve been pretty much happy these few days. the weather’s been kind of awesome. plus, i’m motivated to study.

just so you know i’m alive since i haven’t been online, friendster blogging and all that crap for eons. so yah. that’s it.

Goodbye.

THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR LUMPING ME WITH PEOPLE WITH NO MUSICAL INCLINATION/TALENT WHATSOEVER. i’ve never been so ultimately grateful. what’s more, i’m so happy. can’t you sense my euphoria? and strangely enough, when it come out of your mouth, it sounds horribly offensive. well, if another person were to say it, it’ll sound less annoying. yes. i am offended. no, don’t even bother to say anything more. well, if your brain hasn’t processed it yet, the person who spoilt the night was you. the sight of youu just made me want to barf. the least you could do was to drown less much in your own glory. so criticise me if you want to. i am not musically inclined. but honestly, if you ask me if it was entertaining. NO. why? because you’re talking to someone with no musical talent whatsoever! you’re talking to a piece of wood. like a dummy. i suppose you’d rather talk to the wall. and really, i’d rather talk to a chicken’s backside than talk to you. because you’er so unappetizing, that’s why. if you haven’t realized, because you’re so full of yourself, nobody likes you. everyone hates you. everyone around hates that stupid, stinking, lousy attitude. those who know you, hate you. those who don’t know you hate you as well. so obviously, it’s not the fault of the world, but you. i suppose nobody has told you this before, but your attitude is shit. everything, from top to toe, about you is just shit. so what if you were in the band that gets GWH for SYF? to me, i don’t really care because everything about you is shit. wake up, really. don’t drown in your glory. oh, beofre i forget, screw yourself out of my life, would you? because you’ve done this one time too many.

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and so i’m done bitching. HEHH.

sometimes, it feels good to let things off. because strangely enough, i criticise only when i feel i can do better. and apparently, someone insulted me, for the god-knows how many-eth time that i have no musical inclination whatsoever. SO WHAT IF I’M DEAF? you know, i didn’t criticise anything, because i know my limits. and yet, i get slapped on the face. do you have any idea how insulting it is? and do you have any idea how insulting it is to get insulted by someone of that calibre? goodness me.

oh bytheway, if you’re god-damn curious about who it is, ask me online. i’ll be more than willing to tell you. because if i say it out here again, i’ll be slandered. plus, i might get sued for defamation.

okay. byebye people. I Miss Chisholm Catholic College Concert Band. and Mr Hot Guy.

yup. the title probably explained it all.

goodbye Chisholm Catholic College Show/Concert Band. if you didn’t know, we loved you! a whole lot actually. i bet everybody does. considering how deprived we are in a girls’ school and some of you are definitely H-O-T. oh well.

so you see, like i’ve said before, good things always come to an end. i really regret not doing a lot of things. well, the least i got was his e mail. and that’s it i guess. not many pictures. just a measely 2. TWO. hits me now in the face and i say SHIT!!!!

i really really want to go to Chisholm next year. MUST GO. why? go figure. the answer’s right in your face you bozos’.

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presentation night wasn’t as good as i expected it to be.

ACS Independant was like cool. The Incredibles. (but it wasn’t as happening as the Chisholm one, gimicks wise. their show band’s cooler.)                                                       

then there was Ang Moh Kio, which was really ALIVE, but still…yah.

at last, there was St Patrick’s. was gravely disappointed. i was SO looking forward to hear the Super happening Raphsody On A Theme Of Paganini, but, it was so god-damn slow. i mean yah, they’re good and stuff but it was so slow compared to the SYF one. WHY??!! then they played some Elton John medley, which i thought was _____. thanks to a certain someone. GAY. eeeww.

yup. so all in all, it wasn’t that bad. OH WELL.

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i honestly think that people who have nothing better to do but to sit around and annoy the shit out of people really should go get a life.

today, while i was on the 67 bus,  a bunch of boys from  some hengahkeebong secondary school boarded the bus as well. at that time, i was with my accounts tutor.

then, as you all might already know, my tolerance level when it comes to the part whereby i have to endure people blasting music on their handphones in the bus is a big, fat ZERO. (0)

yes. some people have never heard of earphones in their lives, have they? goodness. and not only were they playing some hengahkeebong song, they were like singing along with it? really really LOUDLY.

HELLO?! we’re in a confined area, and your friend’s opposite you, no need to shout. really, i feel like writing in to the Straits Times sometimes, just to address and raise awareness when it comes to this matter. i swear to god if i were a man and if my accounts tutor wasn’t there, i would have snatched the phone, threw it on the floor and trampled on it. raaahh.

‘bad debts and provision for doubtful debts’

‘the weakness of the Weimar Republic was the cause of the rise of the Nazis’

well, i’m off to the books. bye.

*hengahkeebong is a term used to describe something you don’t know how to describe, in a horrible and disgusted sort of fashion.

and so i haven’t updated for a SUPER long time.

and today, Chisholm Catholic College Band came to our school for a performance. and We, the SACCB girls mingled/talked with them. one word. AWESOME. really. way more awesome than Epping Boys. WAY MORE.

ah well. let them pictures do the talking.

click here.

well basically, i had MUCH trouble posting pictures. So, picture blog’s done up!

okay, all in all, I LOVED IT. (:

AWESOME.

like friday.

clickaway.

OH WELL.

sorry for not updating at all. many things have happened, and i’m happy for everyone. good, bad, to me now it’s a whatever.

PRIORITIES.

1. study, get 7 points for o levels. get into a JC without DSA.
2. band. we need a concert, our very own one. other than SOM 2.
3. do my homework. :/
4. save money? yeap.
5. excercise! i really want to lose 5 pounds.

yup. no more of that on my list. just that i think number 3,4 and 5 is kind of HARD. ah well.

i thank god for my friends, my seniors and my family. i really think i don’t deserve them. i swear.

dear all friends and seniors,

you’re ALL going to have a really BIG and meaningful christmas card this year. because now, i cherish everything i have around me. i don’t know what i did to deservw to know people like you, but i’m thankful.

love, jeanette.

oh yah! gek huay, i have to accept the comments before it can be seen.

Christmas Is Coming!  

i swear to god. i hate it. to the core. i’m this close to deleting it away. everything. oh yah. if it doesn’t matter if i burn stuff, i’d like to burn my diary. last year’s and the beginning of this years. all the pictures and everything. EVERYTHING.

thanks a million really. i wish you peace. congratulations, friend/fiend/mortal enemy. (tamtam, i know this is your word.) yup.

goodbye. i’m deleting it all away. leaving everything all behind. i’m gonna sweep you clean out of my head. i’m gonna wake up in the morning, and deem you dead. once again, goodbye.

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so yesterday’s dinner wasn’t as good as i expected it to be. oh well, like they said, all the siginna’s are there. hahaha. all the tables around us were disgustingly noisy. URGH. ohohoh! and jasmin(my other cousin) joined us. so it was, JJJJTT.

like oh my god. i started blogging this at like what, 12 plus? then i had tuition all the way till 3 plus so now i’m here again. gahh. i don’t know what to say.

should i go for presentation night? because it has lost all of it’s meaning. i really don’t see the point anymore.

hohum.

happy birthday TAN QI HUI.

so after a whole month’s worth of breaks, the holidays are gonna be over in a few days time. SHIT. and so much for holidays when i have to go to school almost everyday. oh well.

okay, so today was the long awaited combine with LYSB. it wasn’t so bad lah. made new friends and realized a few things.

• nobody’s perfect. everybody has some default(like pimples, dimples) and in today’s case, the defaults were more physical and easily seen, but it wasn’t that bad. at least they weren’t mentally challenged. just hengahkeebong.
•  there will always be someone better than you. like today,( i’m going to use a mild yet direct tone so as to not offend anybody.)  that people were not as good as us.  that’s all. nothing else to say though.
• making new friends is so easy. but making the right kind is hard. you need to know the person for really long then you’ll know what they’re actually like though.
• some people just don’t get it. they think so highly of thenselves and jeer at other people and say that they’re showing off(wehich is exactly what we were told to do.) in their school.
• people watching is so fun. okay i already knew that but today, watching the behaviour and reactions of different people made me realize that no matter how much you like/dislike the person, how close you are to the person, we are different individuals. the real and actual character of the person can be seen when he/she is talking to his friends and joking and laughing.

so you see, not only is this a lesson for them, it is a very important lesson for us as well. it’s called life skills.

 hahaha. i sound so very motherly. not good. i’m NOT old.

 okay. i’m too lazy to continue. shall go work on my template now. and i’m going to have dinner tomorrow at NYDC with JTJTJ.(the last J is my younger sister.)

 night world!