Yeh. Like I said before, I'll tell you all about the social @ Guildford. You have to understand, my opinions are mine alone, and I will not impose them on anyone else, so Guildford boys, don't get a big ego =)

Right. Sunday morning came and went, and it was around 10 AM that I actually remembered that I had the Guildford thing on. Needless to say I panicked, because I couldn't actually swim that day [not because I couldn't, just because I had um... *ahem* other more personal reasons]. So I go and ask Mrs Adams, the old hag at the reception, if I can miss out on this, and she goes and gives me some bullshit about 'making commitments and sticking to them'. I was like "GIVE ME A BREAK! IT'S A FUCKING POOL PARTY AND IF I CAN'T FUCKING SWIM TODAY WHAT'S THE FUCKING POINT OF GOING?!" I was like, seriously desperate not to go coz I had English oral to prepare for and like, I couldn't swim that day, so I'd be wasting 5 hours of my life at Guildford. Unfortunately, all the 8s had to go no matter what so I tugged on my silver skinnies, a shirt and my skull shoes before trudging out the door. Some Year 9s came along to, and the ride to the school was fun, with everyone singing random songs and the passersby staring at us *teehee*... I forgot to mention one thing: Guildford's like, virtually in the middle of nowhere, way out near Swan Valley, so it took practically 2 hours to get there.

So we got to the school, and it looked a bit like a country estate in the rolling hills of Ireland; all brick and ivy.. very quaint. But some people *stares at 三吧* don't appreciate such beauty. She was like "OMG, this is like, the ugliest fucking school I've ever been to! Blah blah blah." Ok, it's not all about her today [phew!]... So we're driving past this bee-you-tee-full old chapel thing, and then TA-DAAH, there's the boarding house. At first we were all appalled by the state of the poor building.. it looked centuries old, and the pool was fucking small. Then we got closer and scoped up the guys... spending 5 hours there didn't seem so bad after all *hehehe* The first guy I noticed was this small-built Thai dude who was the unofficial DJ for the social. He played the weirdest songs... and he wasn't exactly eye candy. Then there was this other dude, who was like, his brother or something, and he was fucking tall!!! The genes got mucked up somewhere, aye? Anyway, he's not important. I was eyeing this guy with dark brown 'surfer' style hair. He had very chiselled features, like... wow! I could spent a whole night dreaming about him, and 三吧 did too. His name is Alex, and he is a total dreamboat... Older guys always look better than those in your year... Oh whatever, I can't be bothered posting anymore -)

Toodle-pip

Another confession @ 6:34 pm

Finally... THE PHOTO POST IS HERE!!! Yes, I'm not playin' with ya, it's actually here!!! I won't bother with an introductory paragraph, but these pics will show the key players in the social hierachy of the Year 8 Boarders (and some other people). Enjoy =)





Samsara (Year 10), otherwise known as the 'girl, Sam' due to the existence of a male abomination of the same name *grrrr* Yes, here she is with her first ever cake! Well, her first ever self-baked cake. Congratulations, darl!!!








Alrighty... guess who this is? [I can see the cogs whirring in your brains, analysing, thinking] It's 三吧!!! Mmhmm, the smile, the pose, the thin-ness of her bod... it's gotta be her! And yes, the stories are true, hehehe... Do you think she's pretty? She's like the Queen Bee (more like the Queen Bee-I-T-C-H). She is also allegedly bisexual O.O







Maddi and Nikki, the funniest and most retarded (in that order, lol) girls in Year 8. Seriously, you have to see those two in action. This pic is a classic 'blonde' moment. The brunette points to the right going "Oh, look at that!" The blonde points to the left going "Where?!" U probably didn't get the joke, but they're hilarious anyway!!!








Meet Angela Egerton-Warbuton [right spelling?]
Ballerina *cough cough*, aspiring beauty queen and resident crybaby. AND she's my roomie. I have the Queen Bitch and Crybaby in my room.... how much worse can life get? She's not that bad, I think.









The Terrific Trio... NOT! These girls are aspiring to be a part of 三吧's posse, and she's doing a good job of being a schizophrenic freak: telling them she's their friend, then backstabbing them. Wow. Life is so kool here *ewwww*





That was the last of them -.-" Thank God!!! All that ugliness [except for Sam and Maddi, of course] was making me sick to the stomach. Aiyah, I'm on the phone w/ Liyan so I can't be fucked typing :)

Toodle-pip

Another confession @ 9:22 pm

Hai... none of the people I wanted pics of where in the boarding house today... Anyway, congratulations to all my 6SYians for the fantabulous stupendous fan-fucking-tastic PSLE results :) Keep it up, darlings!!!

Toodle-pip

Another confession @ 4:15 pm

Sorry about the last post's font... -.-" I tried to make it darker, but all the shades didn't match.

Ok, right. Maths class, (which should be marked as Playtime on my timetable) is boring me half to death. We're working on oblique, orthagonal and isometric drawings, which are basically fancy names for 3D shapes. How pointless. I found my camera yesterday, YAY!!! It was lurking around under my bed *glares at the -theif-* Which means I can upload pics again. I'll do that after school, pinky swear =) Now I'm off to edit my Facebox or Bebo profile, just 'coz I feel like it.

Toodle-pip

Another confession @ 10:02 am

Right. Just to clarify a few things for some people.

1)My brother is 9 years old.
2)I am in Boarding School in Perth, which must mean my parents are home in Singapore.
3)If my parents are in Singapore, how can I be uncaring by studying in Perth with my parents and leaving my brother all alone back home?
Yeah, this is pretty pointless info to most of you, but for a certain spammer [or tracker, wadeva she wants to call herself], please note this down before you base your insults on untruths.

Okay, got that out of the way... This is probably the latest that I've ever posted. I mean, it's almost 11 PM now...I'm gonna be sooooooooo tired 2morrow, and I have fucking choir at 7.30 AM. Talk about unlucky. In case you're wondering where I'm posting from, I'll let you guess, like listening comprehension MCQ, k?

Question: Where is Eugenia blogging from?
a)In her bedroom, at her desk.
b)In her bedroom, on the floor.
c)In her bedroom, under the covers.
d)In her bedroom, surrounded by snoring roomates, pissed off at the air-con, and under the covers.

Unless you're some kind of retard, you would obviously know that Option D is the answer. I mean, it was the longest, and the most comprehensive... Enough analysis. Yep, you sussed it. I'm blogging in my bedroom, surrounded by snoring roomates, pissed off at the air-con, and under the covers. How uncomfortable, I mean, seriously, typing while you're literally suffocating in the heat is quite detrimental to one's health... But it's a one-off thing (I hope..), I just had no time to post in the afternoon. But then again, I ask myself "Do I have anything to post about?!" The answer now is "YES!!!"

I went out with my aunt on Saturday (quite reluctantly, I must add), preparing myself for a mind-numbingly boring weekend. Instead, I go out shopping on Sunday at Harbourtown, and guess who I meet? Miss Goh, 6P's form teacher! Our conversation was a bit like this:

Me: Miss Goh?! What the hell are you doing here?!
MG: I'm accompanying the dance group girls...
Me: OMG *squeals in delight*!!! Where are they?!
MG: They're scattered all over the place... but we're meeting outside Subway at 2.45...
Me: OK, thanks sooooo much! I'll be there!!!

Yeah, am I lucky or what??? I mean, I got to see Debbie, Amanda Teo, Celine and Ianna!!! My fab 6SYian dancers... I'm already missing them. I walked up behind Debbie and was like "Hey Debbie" in this like, monotone, and she turns around and near knocks me off my feet with the force of her hug. She was squeezing all my blubber off!!! And the first thing she said was "You've lost so much weight!" or something along the lines of that. Of course, me being Miss Modesty, politely said "Nah, I haven't." I spent the next ten minutes reuniting and hugging all my lil' dancing pals, chatting and doing stuff like that... Okay, I can't bear to write about this anymore, it just wrenches at my heart to know that I will hardly be seeing any of them the next holiday since they're going overseas...

Yes, this seems totally inappropriate to the subject, but I have this burning desire to tell you what I bought at the shops =) K. First stop for me was JayJays, where me and my cuz (her name's Tracy), or mainly my cuz picked out these really cute tops that I fell head over heels in love with. There was these two black ones with a Rock (no, not the stone type of 'rock') theme, this cute one with a monkey on it that says "I didn't do anything, it was my evil twin" or something along those lines. Basically, I got some nice tops there, and a pair of closed-toe skull-and-crossbones patterned shoes. Closed-toe skull-and-crossbones patterned shoes. I mean, my feet are normally a size 11, and I certainly can't just normally walk into something like JayJays and grab a pair from behind the counter. I seriously couldn't believe my good luck! So, after paying for the goods, we went to Betts, which was where I found a second pair of SIZE 10 shoes!!! How frickin' amazing is that?! I seriously think my feet are shrinking... Anyway, these were blue denim ones, which I am soo gonna wear in Singapore to go walking around with... they are so comfy. No, wait, scratch that thought. I'm gonna wear the skull ones in S'pore. That's (Betts) where I met Miss Goh, btw. If my memory serves me well, the next shop was Esprit, where I tried on three tops and only bought one: a pink one. PINK!!! In case you didn't know, I actually used to hate the colour pink, and now it's like, I'm buying pink shirts! How freaked out is that? Mmhmm, it's way screwy. By then it was like, 2.40, so I went to find the SCGS girls, and after a good fifteen minutes, I went to find my cuz, who was in Diana Ferrari (?), trying on shoes. She told me she wanted to find me a 'feminine' pair of shoes. So I was lik "Riiight, good luck with that!" And she totally floored me with this snazzy lil' blue pair. I was still a bit sceptical, but they were adorable, so i bought them. Yeah, and I'm wearing the blue ones, my grey skinnies, and the monkey top to the airport (hehe, i'm thinking so far ahead). All planned out...

This is like, what I'm gonna be saying every time I get to a certain point in the post: I have nothing else to write about.

Toodle-pip

Another confession @ 10:47 pm

You were my sun, you were my earth. But you didn't know all the ways that I loved you, no. So you took a chance, and made other plans. Betcha didn't think that they would come crashing down, no... You don't have to say, what you did, I already know, I found out from him. Now there's just no chance, that you and me, will ever be, and don't that make you sad about it...

Sorry about that. For those ignorant individuals out there, those are lyrics from Cry Me A River- Justin Timberlake. I won't bother with a detailed analogy of the song, so go look up the lyrics and make sense of them in your own time, and they're on this post 'coz... I was listening to the song, so there.

Yeah, back to the Stalker problem. I thought I got him off my back like, days ago, but now I feel guilty. And it is not a good feeling. You know, I never actually even wanted to talk to him at the social, but I needed to look like I actually knew someone, so it was a last resort. I thought that it was the same situation for him, and that we would just like, go back to our own two groups and never talk again. But it went a bit further than that... and I am killing myself over this, I seriously am. On good days, I ask myself ,wait a minute, why am I obsessing over the possibility of hurting this fugly dude's feelings, I mean, he's not even worth it. On bad days, my friends say "Give him a chance, come on, he can't be that bad." That's just the problem. He is that bad. And now I have my mum lecturing me on how to deal with him. HOW SAD IS THAT?! She shouldn't even have anything to do with the bloke!!! And she thinks that I should stop giving him false hope... what false hope??? I WANT OUT OF THIS MESS! My ending at PLC Perth is going to be a big bang...

Anyway, only 2 weeks left and I'm home free!!! I can't wait to go home, I really can't wait! It's going to be 2 whole months of horseriding, tennis, shopping, eating normal food and reunions!!! I am so looking forward to seeing my 6SYians, love you all to bits! Yes, even the BAA girls...lol... You know, me and Liyan spent like, a whole year trying to bring you down :) *fond memories*, and you guys never actually gave up. I was just on MSN with Nicky-Baa's mum, and she was telling me how my goading was like, reverse psychology, and how you Baas reached greater heights through the torment I dished out. I now really regret not just leaving you alone and letting your legacy die down to ashes... curses!!!

Sorry peeps [Fann's influence], I am suffering from Blogger's block, so I will have a shower and you can meet me on MSN in a bit

Toodle-pip

Another confession @ 10:53 am

Dear Diary,

Mood: Apathetic

My life is spiraling downwards... Okay, that was weird. I'm not really emo *shudder*. But then again, why shouldn't I be emo? I quote Viv "At least they stick up for their friends". Whether that's true, I have no fucking idea, but hey, I'll just trust her on this one. I was going to post in the boarding house and all, but I just couldn't be stuffed, so I'm currently slaving over this at my guardian's. Yay. Hooray. Joy. Somehow the appeal of blogging is wilting and dying. Some days I just lie there staring at the ceiling, asking myself "What am I doing? What is the point of this?" Without fail, this little part of my diminished conscience will reply "You are staring at the ceiling, asking yourself what you are doing and what is the point of doing what you are doing." Just around that moment, I slap my head with all the strength I can muster, effectively diverting my thoughts to how much my head hurts. What a smart plan...

Anyway... I had this Philosophy session on Friday. For those dumbasses that don't know about this Philosophy extension program I'm in, today is your day of enlightment. Sarah Cole, Bonnie, Kai Ling, if you read this and you are offended, feel free to flame me :) Basically, we are currently in the midst of watching this TV series called 'Sophie's World'. I shall give you a 'brief' overview of the show so far. Right. It's about this girl called Sophie Amundsen(?) who's in Norway. She's got this red-haired skank for a best friend, which is just weird, and has a Harry Potter lookalike lusting after her. She has such a perfect life... K, sarcasm aside, she starts receiving mysterious letters in the mail with questions like "Who am I?" and other philosophical pieces of info. Naturally, being the inquisitive 15-year-old that she is, she investigates and learns about this psycho dude called Alberto Knox, who's Norway's answer to the Nutty Professor. The duo embark on a fantastical [not fantastic, merely quite unbelievable] journey through time, tracking the influential people of each era. I'm extremely surprised that this girl actually retains her sanity throughout this chapter of her 'ickle life. I mean, with paranormal encounters of the freaky variety and wandering through spooky forests and almost catching the Black Plague without getting herself admitted into Woodbridge is quite an achievement for a teenager. *polite applause resounds in the empty room* Ok, back to the story. There's this girl called Hilde something-Knag whose presents and cards keep turning up in Sophie's mailbox. Since we learnt about eternal forms in the video, I made the connection that Sophie, since Hilde was never physically tangible/visible, was Hilde's eternal form, as such. Then, the next episode, which I had the torture of sitting through on Friday, totally screwed my analysis, or furthered it. The thing is, at the end of Friday's episode, they showed Hilde as a real person, clutching this book her father [the Major] wrote for her. Guess what the name of the book is? SOPHIE'S WORLD. Surprise, surprise!!! So, I can now confidentally say (based on my own superior knowledge, lol) that Sophie is not real. She is merely a character in a book, every living moment of her 'life' directed by the Major. As you have probably figured out, once the book ends, the characters are no more, which means Sophie's death is inevitable. However, that stupid little asshole just won't give up, and she proposes to Alberto the idea of 'tricking' the Major. How can she trick him when he made her up and can't converse with her?! Norwegians.... Yeah, anyway, the episode ended there, leaving me literally buzzing with questions. I was selling my 'Sophie doesn't exist' idea to Kai Ling, and she was like "NO..... Hilde doesn't exist, bla bla bla bla [I forgot everything else she said -.-"] Yeah, anyway, only the PLC girls would understand my aggravation, so I won't explain the concept today. So, Kai Ling... explain your thinking to me in layman's terms please, I really don't comprehend your intellect

Yeh. That's enough posting for now.

Toodle-pip

P/S: Lynn, tag me when your done :$ I know I'm annoying, but I really wanna see your answers *teehee*

Another confession @ 5:15 pm

Alright. Due to the overwhelming demand... well, Drea's demand for more posts, I shall concede and adhere to your requests. This is the first time I'm posting in English, 'coz it's normally near impossible to do so under the watchful eye of the teachers. I'm running a huge risk here, so be thankful that I'm even writing a post. Okay, enough admonishments. P/S: Mum, I'm writing a post in English because there is nothing else to do. Yes, there are no more major assignments.

Right. Sorry about that last sentence, I just had this vision of my mum going "Aiyah... I told you so many times not to leave your assignments to the last minute! And here you are wasting your time blogging!" So to avoid that happening, I had to have some sort of reassurance for her.

Have you guys seen Di's post where she had like, all the 6SYians' names on it and she put down nice stuff about 'em? I want to do one like that, but for some girls in Perth too... And in case you didn't know, I'm moving to Melbourne next year. No, not my whole family (I kinda told the day girls that my whole family was going -.-"), just me. And I'll be boarding again! <-- slightly more enthusiastic. But I will sooooooooo miss Maddi, Lynn, Gigi, Fizz, Soph, Nikki and Anz... *starts sobbing quietly to myself*. Yes, it's an emotional seperation, but not as tearful as when I had to bid all you 6SYians goodbye... "I'm not afraid to cry!"- quote FitzChivalry of the Liveship Traders Trilogy by Robin Hobb. Mmhmm... So I guess I will give you the boarding house's address in Melbourne so you guys can write to me lol...

Eugenia Woo, Yr 9
PLC Boarding House
141 Burwood Highway
Burwood, Victoria, 3125
AUSTRALIA

Remember to put my name on the envelope too, k? And extremely belated well-wishes to Eyesore (Felicia Poh, hehe) and Twin Carrot (Number 1? It's Carolyn, by the way) for being the first and last *glares pointedly at the other SCGS girls* to send me a letter in like, the first week... Remember, girls, I KNOW WHERE YOU LIVE... mwa ha ha ha ha ha

Yeah, now I don't know what to write about.... Hmmm, let's see. I slept at like, 1 AM in the morning because I stayed up on MSN [Drea and Janie are witnesses, even though they logged off around 10] and just couldn't sleep. Since my sleeping routines are so fucked up, my body compensated by making me oversleep til 7 AM. I wouldn't have waken up if Maddi hadn't yanked open my curtain and hissed "GET UP!!! We have choir!!!" loudly at me. Cursing and swearing, I tumbled out of bed and yanked my uniform on within 4 minutes [new record, by the way], almost falling headlong down the stairs on the way to brekkie. Still half-asleep, I downed a glass of guava/orange juice and staggered back up to my room to start 'clean up' because today was Orientation Day!!! Don't you just love Orientation Day? I mean, all the nosy, stuck-up new girls and their designer clothes, inching around and pushing you out of line... seriously, who wouldn't like that??? <-- again, for all you numbskulls out there, that was sarcasm

Look, here's a shocker, as I just found out... There are no Asian new girls!!! OMG!!! It's like, well, it must be the first year with such a tragedy. Anyway, I can't be bothered talking about racial injustice so I will ignore this blight for now...

Oh yeah! I want to write about the failings of my 9 year old, egonistic brother!!! Listen, he's in P3 now, and he got into the 2nd round of GEP. Kool, right? So, I started to rethink my 'brother's-a-useless-asshole' theory. Fortunately, he proved my earlier assumptions right, attaining the gloriously low grade of Band 2 for like, all his subjects in school! Hoorah!!! It shows how watered-down the intelligence in my genes is. By the way, it's now 1.42 PM and I'm still going on this post. I'm like, so proud at how fast I work. Yeah, so this paragraph was basically like, my supressed outrage at the stupidity of the younger generation. All that possess younger siblings and agree that they should be humanely euthanized, raise your hand! I know my hand's raised....

Alright, I can't be stuffed writing anymore.... adios!

Toodle-pip

Another confession @ 1:52 pm

Wah, so long since I last posted. Let's see.... I last posted on, um, yeah, Tuesday. That's like...2 days ago!!! Actually, come to think of it, it's actually not that long ago. I screwed up big time last night with the Stalker, big time. 三吧 was pestering me in that fucking annoying voice of hers like so "So, Eugenia, is he hot? No? Ewww.... I feel so sorry for you. Yeah, can I get his number? I want him to send me a picture of him!" I was like "Argh! Shut up, woman! Jesus Christ, can't you refrain from talking about boys and sex for one bloody second?!" Anyway, since I was feeling extra, extra tired and I couldn't care less, I texted him to call, then handed the phone over to 三吧. The first thing that came out from her filthy mouth was "Hi, I'm ... [real name disclosed for personal reasons]. I'm Eugenia's friend at PLC and I want to ask you if you like her." I'm like, kicking myself for letting her have the phone. I mean, what a way to tell a guy you're a kay-poh ji... Anyway, he starts going like "WTF? Who the fuck are you? Put Eugenia on the phone!" Like, basically losing his marbles. So what does the biatch do? Wait for it, you'd never guess this one was coming... she asks him again if he likes me! I'm about ready to slap her across the face now, as you can see. Finally 三吧 relents and passes the mobile to me. Panicked, I hang up on him and turn off the phone, having had enough of the Stalker and her annoying chit-chatter. 三吧 keeps on babbling about the Stalker until 1 AM in the morning and I was like, fast asleep. I only knew she was up so late because my other roomie told me -.-"

Anyway, I want to do another quiz =) Again, it's courtesy of Charis *claps politely*, the most splendiforous gurl in the world (after me, of course)! Lol... anyway, yeah, here it is.

To start: 1) Put your music player on shuffle
2) Press forward for each question
3) Use the song title as the answer for your question, even if it doesn't make sense
4) Tag 5 other people
5) Bold the questions and the the answers and give your own comments


How are you feeling today?

Green Leaves of Spring- Bandari
Okay... it may be spring, BUT WHAT HAS THAT GOT TO DO WITH HOW I'M FEELING?!

Will you get far in life?

Dreams Come True- The Saddle Club
I guess that my dreams will come true. Is getting what you wish for classified as getting far in life? I hope so >.<

How do your friends see you?

What If- Coldplay
Interesting. I suppose since the 'if' is like, a question, people think I'm an enigma? What bullshit...

Will you get married?

City Lights- JoJo
Um... I'll get married in the city??? No clue at all. Charis, this quiz is fucked up! :S

What is your best friend's theme song?

Mirror Mirror- M2M
Well, all my friends seem very contented with life, unlike the theme of the song. Who IS my best friend?

What is the story of your life?

Perhaps- Doris Day
Yikes! I'm not trying to get some guy to love me!!! And I'm certainly not jazz... icky!

What was primary school like?

Music- Madonna
I guess you could describe it as a score of music, with high points (crescendo) and low ones (diminuendo), some days that are stamped into your mind (tenuto)... those times that go by so slowly (largo), then the moments that whizz by (accelerando). The irritating buzzing of nagging teachers (staccato), and the sleepy mind-numbing drone of 林老师 (legato). Okay, enough music terminology...

How will you get on with life?

Car Wash- Christina Aguilera Feat. Missy Elliott
I DON'T WANT TO WORK AT CALTEX FOR THE REST OF MY LIFE!!!!

What is the best thing about your friends?

My Happy Ending- Avril Lavigne
Yes, all our quarrels had happy endings... maybe this quiz isn't as screwy as I thought

What is in store for this weekend?

A Girl Like Me- Rihanna
Riiight, I'm going to meet a girl like me this weekend? Highly unlikely. I'm unique :) But then again, I could have been cloned...

What song describes you?

Shiver- Coldplay
No, I'm not a spastic freak that has shivering/shuddering fits every 5 seconds... the word 'shiver' must have a deeper meaning, right?

To describe your grandparents?

Obsession- Frankie J
Yup, she's obsessed with herself, being the egonistic selfish airheaded wrinkly prune she is...

How is your life going?

Without You- Mariah Carey
Well, if the 'You' is my parents, then yeah, my life in Perth is currently Without You. Get it? Ok, that was lame.

How does the world see you?

Perfect- Simple Plan
Yes, some people come up to me and say "Oh, you're sooo smart, I would give anything to have your brains" and they think Life's a bed of frickin' roses just because I have a functioning brain, unlike them. Yeah, people do see my as perfect, an emotionless cold statue of icy perfection, like an ice cube! T.T Somehow I'm not flattered when they say so...

Will you have a happy life?

It's Not Just Make Believe- Kari Kimmel
Uh huh, I guess a happy life isn't just a myth, which means I will have one too! I know, my assumptions are so juvenile

What does your friend really think of you?

Work It Out- Beyonce
Yeah, I guess I should try to find out what my friends think of me... lol

Do people secretly lust after you?

Why Not- Hilary Duff
So my iPod thinks people have no reason not to lust after me? I'm flattered...

How can I make myself happy?

What Makes You Different (Makes You Beautiful)- Backstreet Boys
So I should be myself, and in turn, make myself happier? Sounds like a good plan, if you're not in a hierachy where if you don't fake an interest in shagging boys, you aren't considered beautiful or popular. IT'S A BIT HARD, AS YOU CAN SEE!

What should you do with your life?

Mockingbird- Eminem
I guess I'll have a traumatised kid and be letting my husband raise her while I'm in jail over doing drugs. That's what the song's about anyway... and yeah, I'd marry a failed rapper who's songs revolve around the latest 'ho he's 'doing' and how emo his fans are. I am going to be one screwed up mother...

Will you ever have children?

Adagio- Secret Garden
Does that mean I'll have them adagio? As in... slowly? I'm having weird thoughts now...

Yeah, that's the last I'll ever see of that quiz... it really freaked me big time. Did the answers make any sense to you??? And just to piss everyone off, I'm gonna tag 5 people: the 5 Chosen Ones, to do this quiz. K? Yep. The message on the tag will be "You are Chosen One No. [1-5, depending on which one you are]" Keep your eyes peeled O.O Time to end this post so I can get on with pissing off the general population! My life is so interesting...

Toodle-pip


Another confession @ 5:16 pm

Sorry about the last post =) I was feeling crappy... Okay. Today I will try to finish an entire post in one class, namely, Maths class *eerie Count-Dracula style music plays in the background*!!! Seriously, I have the crappiest (is that even a word?) Maths teacher in the world. I swear the whole class's grades have dropped like a fucking stone since she came. I mean, she just can't teach for nuts!!! We're thinking of going to Mr Green, the Year Coordinator, to see if we can get her fired. Mwa ha ha ha ha... [laughter trails off after 5 minutes] Damn, I can't finish this before the end of the period, only 3 minutes left of class! But doesn't matter, I have the whole of recess to rant about life. Yay. Yippee. Huzzah. Let's rejoice <-- I'm really getting into the 'pessimistic sarcasm' vibe here, so proud of myself!

Yeah. Basically I've resorted to keeping my mobile off at all times thanks to Mr Stalker here. I mean, I wake up in the morning, switch on my phone to see if there are any SMSes from my mum, and this message that says 'You have 4 missed calls' pops up. I click on the LIST CALLS button, and it pops up with the stalker's number and the time that he called: 11 PM. 11 PM!!! Honestly, who calls at 11 PM? He must be obsessed with me. Damn. It's gonna be hard to shake him off now. I am terrified that I'll see him in Singapore... I need bodyguards...Lol. [Image of Nicky's 'bodyguards' from the Science Centre trip comes to mind]

Yeah. Yeah. Yeah. Yeah. Yeah. A whole chorus of 'yeah's to fill the space on this post. I'm in Cooking now, and it's been 5 hours since I started this post. How pathetic am I? Taking 5 hours to finish this. Somebody stab me in the heart! No, I'm not emo... just um, um... a bit off my rocker *teehee teehee teehee teehee*. Riiight... Once again, nothing to say about life. Might add another World's Shortest Post thing just to piss you guys off =)

Toodle-pip

P/S: More photos are coming your way, once I find my stupid camera. CURSES!!!

Another confession @ 10:05 am

Well, I present to you... THE WORLD'S SHORTEST POST!!!

Toodle-pip :P

Another confession @ 10:07 am

Okie-dokie. Third post of the day, the second after my piano recital... yada yada yada. Since I just felt like posting, but not writing about Life, I copped a quiz off Charis XD Sorry honey, but I was feeling like shit, so there.

1.What is your full name?
Eugenia Woo Yi Ting

2.What is your chinese name?
Yi Ting [依庭]

3. Name 5 weird facts about yourself
- I am weird.
- When I get pissed, the first thing I do is to tell the person pissing me off to go get fucked.
- I can be singing a song, and then crashing into someone I didn't even know was there a second later.
- I can imitate Bloat (the pufferfish), from Finding Nemo
- I live with a couple of bitches (not really dogs, more humanoid versions).

4. Name 5 habits of yourself
- IMing
- Procrastinating
- Playing on my computer
- Singing while walking
- Watching YouTube vids

5. Name any five people
- Sam (the girl, not Maddi's boyfriend)
- Dimity
- Dione
- 'Ness
- The Stalker

6. Out of the 5 people , choose 1 of the same gender and give a reason
Dimity. I was caught up in her personal affairs after carelessly telling her cousin that someone was spreading rumours about her being a boyfriend-stealer. It's still on my conscience.

7. Choose another one of the opp gender and give a reason
The Stalker is the only guy on the list, and I chose him because he's the only one, and because he's calling me like, 5 times every fucking day. Yeah, it really pisses me off.

8. Are you crushing , dating or available?
Crushing =) But I won't say who...

9. How many times have you been married?
Charis... why can't you pick a quiz for teenagers, not one for widowers. Anyway, since I'm only 12 years old, I obviously haven't been married before.

10. How many ex do you have?
Just one, Cadet Kid (won't give his real name, but my mum knows him as AY)

11. Have you have sex before?
No. What kind of question is that?!

12. Have you kissed anyone before?
Yes. Who wouldn't have? I've kissed my mum, my dad, my brother... the list of relatives goes on and on...

13. What is the most embarrassing thing you did?
I can't choose. Embarrassed myself too many times >.<

14. Are you homo or straight?
Look, if I've had a boyfriend, COULD I BE HOMO?! Jeez, fucking stupid quiz...

15. Lastly , are you mad?
Yes, mad at YOU, quiz-maker-person... but if you referring to the psychological 'mad', no I'm not.

16. Choose five people to do this
1)Sam (the girl, again)
2)Maddi
3)Ms Gibson *teehee*
4)Bibie
5)Liyan

Finally, I thought it would never end... Yeah, that's basically it. I'll try to post tomorrow or late tonight, but no promises!!!

Toodle-pip

Another confession @ 4:58 pm

Well, I promised Di that I would dedicate a whole post to pics =) And that is exactly what I will do. The first few are of the boarding house... *sigh* Remember, Di, you asked for this!!!






This one is of my room. I know, I know, fucking messy...but then again, it was taken today (Saturday), and the weekends are the official "Days of Messiness". Suck on that, Mum!









All the people passing by were like "WTF?! Why are you taking a picture of the toilets, you retard?!" Yeah, these are the toilets. The showers are on the other side, and they are small. Fuckin' small!!!










One of the prettier views from my room =) It's the school basketball courts, and they double as tennis ones in summer. The pool is like, my fave hangout this term, it's so fucking hot here...









This is the BSR a.k.a Boarders' Sitting Room. We have meetings here, cook in that small room in the corner, sit on the chairs and watch TV. Yippee. Hooray. How exciting <-- note the unenthusiasm









I present to you... THE DINING ROOM!!! Where we line up at mealtimes to receive lumps of glop that even dogs wouldn't eat... Trust me, it's a tried and tested theory. I try to avoid it when I can, but unfortunately, humans need to consume inane amounts of food to survive.








Another pretty part of the boarding house, and the last pic for this post *phew*! [glares angrily at Di] I didn't know I had to drag each pic around, you see, and stuff out the text's layout!!!
Okay, anyway, here's the courtyard, where we have socials and barbecues with Scotch College boys! Teehee...





Okay, posting pictures is TOO much effort. I think I might never post any more photos, but I might feel differently later on XD Can't be bothered writing anymore, again... so check out the pics :)

Toodle-pip

Another confession @ 3:49 pm

It's like, 9.38 AM here, and I just woke up. What makes it worse, is that I slept at like, 9.30 last night, and I'm STILL FEELING LIKE A FUCKING ZOMBIE!!! Must be the stupid dolls project... I seriously will not be able to look at another doll in like, EVER. Just for the people that don't know about Kiyoni Brown... she was this bitch of a doll I had to analyse for English and write 13 paragraphs on. The first thing that came to mind was: She dresses like a skanky 'ho. Because I hated her so fuckin' much, I put off the paragraphs until the night before it was due. I'm so good at managing my time, right? <-- that was sarcasm, by the way

Predictably, I got this gigantic panic attack and ran around like a chicken on fire -.-' Obviously when you panic your first instinct is to tell your parents right? So I called my mum (it was a last resort >.<) and practically blabbed at her for 10 minutes. Being my mum, her first response was to nag e.g "I've told you so many times not to leave work to the last minute!!! Blah blah blah blah BLAH." You get the message. I'm just like... "OMG... Look, I call you for help, not to get an earful" ANYWAY... after I hang up and start typing the report, it's like 9 and the teacher comes in going "Time for bed!" I'm like, go fuck a tree you asshole [in my head, of course]. Once she leaves I keep on working even though we aren't supposed to, then 30 minutes later she pops in so quietly I didn't even know she was there and says "Right, give me your laptop." At that instant, I swear my bloody heart stopped beating. I was like "No, I can't. I've got a report due tomorrow and if it's not done I am fucking screwed!!" So she dragged me down to one of the mistresses at the reception and made me explain myself. I tried the "You won't understand my dilemma 'coz you're so fucking dumb" attitude, which only pissed them off more, then I tried sarcasm (which worked in Singapore) that was particularly damaging. Still they wouldn't give. It took me like, 15 minutes of civilised persuasion to make them see the light. Just when I was about to hug them, they said that I only had 10 minutes. 10 MINUTES!!! Even someone with my unrivalled literary prowress can't write 13 paragraphs in 10 minutes!!! I stormed up to my room, in a right fit of anger, and began to type furiously like some kind of siao person. Thank god they didn't come up and check on me, so I typed and typed and typed until 4 AM... 4 fucking AM! And fell asleep, only to wake up two hours later and start typing again. And I finished it. I FINISHED IT!!! FINISHED IT!!! FINISHED IT!!! YAY!YAY!YAY!YAY! [struggles to calm down, reliving the excitement of yesterday] I won't fucking bother to write anymore about the dolls, so people who thought my raving was funny, go look up The Flavas on Google and laugh your little heads off...

Righty-ho. I have to stop obsessing about the stalker. He is one thing I really want to get rid of. All my faithful 6SYians, please.please.please.PLEASE help. I don't know if I should just tell him to get the heck outta my life, or if I should tolerate him until the end of the year. I REALLY DON'T KNOW... Oh yeah, mum and dad, please ignore it when I swear if you hate it so much, and don't lecture me about it when I finally see you guys face to face, k? I think I'm the only person who's mum tags my blog. Seriously, is it normal??? Oh yeah, sorry for those 12 -year-olds [happy belated birfday Fann!!!] if I'm getting sidetracked, but the tagboard is NOT for things concerning Meldon, you (Mum) or anyone else. It is to comment on my posts and for randomizing my life, not family. Not trying to be harsh or anything, but really, if you want to chat online, go on MSN. That's all I have to say.

Phew... got that off my chest. Now my earlier inspiration is gone. This post was short because I couldn't be bothered writing a proper one. It only exists because Di reminded me that I haven't posted in 5 days. Signing off!

Toodle-pip


Another confession @ 9:36 am

I am starting to think that I have nothing better to do than rant and rant and rant about the imperfection of Life. I mean, look at me. I'm in Maths, supposedly 'revising' but instead I'm blogging, and my troubles are no less diminished since my last outburst... Take a look at the major issue I have.

Issue No. 1: The Stalker a.k.a Fugly [I know I really shouldn't devote an entire post to him, but...he pisses me off sooo bad I just had to]

I first met him on the Qantas plane QF77, travelling back to Perth from the end-of-term hols. He looked like the regular, bespectacled dork with the exception of a few extra pounds. Knowing me, I spared him barely a cold glance and ignored him for the duration of the boring flight. Two weeks and one friend less, I met him at the Wesley social. It musta been Karma, y'know, do something horrible and you get something horrible. Us PLC girls were milling around like confused sheep, trying not to get lost amidst the crowd of Penhros *boo, hiss* skanks, and then whaddya know, there he is, right in my face. Obviously, my first response was to stare like a intellectually-challenged toddler. I immediately regretted that, for he waved and said "Ay, I remember you from the plane!" I was like... WTF!!! HIDE ME!!! Maddi obliged and dragged me off to the security of the PLC herd. Then came the word (uttered by a adult uneducated in the social anxiety of teenagers) that wrecked my life... "SNOWBALL!!!"

Needless to say, we all screamed and balked, shoving each other in our insecurity... So they play this slow song... which could have been One Love by U2 & Mary J.Bilge, or Unfaithful by Rihanna. Doesn't matter. ME, being the nerd, obviously had quite a bit of waiting to do before anyone asked me to dance. Just when I was contemplating grabbing some random and just dancing with him, Tyler (well, that's what it sounded like) came up to me and asked me if I wanted to dance. Being desperate, I obviously agreed... though it was quite awkward. It's like he had a problem with human contact!!! I was flushed like mad while we danced, 'coz we were trying to hold on to each other's waists like the rest and it felt so weird. After quite a while I began to feel a little uncomfortable, so we bid each other goodbye and practically ran in the opposite direction like the other person had the plague or somethin'.

After we had 'Snowballed', so to speak, I was once again partnerless, so I joined Maddi and Nikki lounging against the wall 'n stuff. But the infamous 'bug had me, and I had the sudden urge to stalk around the hall like some kind of predator looking for prey, which must have looked quite alright, since two more guys approached me =) The glaring wasn't intentional, of course, I was merely trying to look as if I was hunting down a friend. Those freaky teenage novels actually have tips that work!!! Soon I got tired of taking long strides and trying to make people think I was gliding across the floor, so I returned once more to the wallflower lifestyle, which was a welcome relief this time.

Who else should turn up at such an opportune moment than the Stalker? It was bad enough that he seemed to know me, and even worse that Maddi was making kissing motions in the background. Gritting my teeth, I decided to let him have one measly conversation with mighty moi. We ended up outside the stuffy hall and started talking about life in Singapore... yeah, I probably forgot to mention to you that he was from Singapore too. His dad owns the East Coast Seafood Centre *oohs, ahhs*, and I gather that his mum is a tai-tai. He went to Tao Nan... why did all the boys from Singapore go to neighbourhood schools??? Inevitably, I ended up letting more than monosyllabic answers escape from my mouth, and we exchanged numbers... only because I wanted someone to prank him, not for the OTHER reason. Oops... rewind... he bought me a lemonade waaaay before we talked properly, I think.

And now I can't be bothered to write anymore... way too distracted by the dolls project... =(
Okay, once more, I commence the 'goodbye' ritual...[one, two, three... action!]

Toodle-pip [and that's a wrap!]

Another confession @ 8:23 am

I seriously have nothing else to do, I mean, this is the second post of the fuckin' day. I need to get a bloody life and stop hibernating in my godforsaken cubicle of a room. See, I've even lapsed back into my bad habit of swearing. Somebody help me.....

Okay, the apple cake turned out normal *phew*, and Sam was SO pleased she decided to keep it all and show her fwens. =) I feel so happy for her, poor girl, never baked a cake b4 today so it was a great achievement. I even took photos, photos. It's her b'day on Monday, but she's celebratin' it today with her school fwens.. why do I keep saying fwens??? *bangs head against the wall "stupid, stupid, stupid"* Just the aftermath of consuming mango & banana juice with a miniscule amount of cakemix...

I'm going out at 2, at 2, at 2... Jesus, someone shut me up for once. I have the world's most repetitive blog, I think... Yeah, all my LearningLab peeps, tell me what is the meaning of "promiscuous"? Well, I know it, but I want it to be described the way a 12 year old would put it, ok? I am seriously in deep shit, I have an English assignment due on Friday which I haven't even started yet. I am getting so lazy... And I'm still going out and stuff, still wasting my time blogging. I am pathetic!!! "Okay, who here thinks I am pathetic?" *all hands in the empty room consisting of only me go up* Everyone in my room thinks I'm pathetic!!! I really have a case of inferiority complex...

To make things worse, I actually broke my glasses, like one of the side thingys yesterday and I had to tape it together for the social. *hides in shame* lol... Maddi is the coolest person in the world <-- Maddi wrote that, she enjoys publicly boosting her ego. Anyway... I'm successfully multi-tasking (on MSN and this). Also remembered that one of the Boarding House mistresses went round tellin' people I have a *gasp* boyfriend! Sheesh, ever heard of privacy, people??? I don't even have a boyfriend to begin with... I feel like slugging her with a bottle of Heineken... yes, I know I have a very graphic tendency towards violence =) Aiyah... now I feel bored.

Yeah! I'm starting to remember bits of conversation from MSN... like one of the girls in 6SY having a boyfriend *oooohhhhh* Lol... Now I'm saying 'lol' too many times now. K, back to the juicy bit of the news... the BF. She is the last person on Earth I would expect to actually get hooked up, after me of course *teehee* I won't scream her name to the whole fuckin' world, but I need to broadcast this news. *coughs into the microphone* "His name is Ravi, and as you can guess, he is probably Indian, and he plays basketball!!!" *Silence, the only sound is cricket's chirpin'* Wow... you guys are that shocked... Yeah, so, I'm really sorry, for the ONE who's boyfriend I was talking about, but it was so exciting, and I confessed my own inner thoughts to you, so there... all even, yes? OMG, this is like, my longest post eva...

For some dumb reason, maybe for my own benefit, I have decided to post the lyrics of "Too Little Too Late" by JoJo (on my playlist) on this post. Only 'coz it perfectly describes the situation one of my dear PLC fwens had with her bf... I sent her the lyrics during Japanese class as a joke, and I only realised later that I might have offended her, so I pleaded for her forgiveness. Then she turns around while I'm beggin' to tell me she thought it was a good song, and asked me if I could thumbdrive it for her. I was like "What the fuck?! You are so fuckin' kidding me!!!" But no, she wasn't. Fine, enough background info here. I now present... Too Little Too Late by JoJo!!! *applause*

Come with me
Stay the night
You say the words but boy it don't feel right
What do ya expect me to say (You know it's just too little too late)

You take my hand
And you say you've changed
But boy you know your begging don't fool me
Because to you it's just a game (You know it's just too little too late)

So let me on down'
Cause time has made me strong
I'm starting to move on
I'm gonna say this now
Your chance has come and gone
And you know...

It's just too little too late
A little too long
And I can't wait
But you know all the right things to say (You know it's just too little too late)

You say you dream of my face
But you don't like me
You just like the chase
To be real
It doesn't matter anyway (You know it's just too little too late)
Yeah yeaaahhh... It's just too little too late... Mhmmm

I was young
And in love
I gave you everything
But it wasn't enough
And now you wanna communicate (You know it's just too little too late)

Go find someone else
In letting you go
I'm loving myself
You got a problem
But don't come asking me for help
'Cause you know...

It's just too little too late
A little too long
And I can't wait
But you know all the right things to say (You know it's just too little too late)

You say you dream of my face
But you don't like me
You just like the chase
To be real
It doesn't matter anyway (You know it's just too little too late)

I can love with all of my heart, baby
I know I have so much to give (I have so much to give)
With a player like you I don't have a prayer
That's the way to live
Ohhhh... mmm nooo
It's just too little too late
Yeaahhhh...

It's just too little too late
A little too long
And I can't wait
But you know all the right things to say (You know it's just too little too late)

You say you dream of my face
But you don't like me
You just like the chase
To be real
It doesn't matter anyway (You know it's just too little too late)

Yeah
You know it's just too little too late
Oh, I can't wait

It's just too little too late
A little too long
And I can't wait
But you know all the right things to say (You know it's just too little too late)

You say you dream of my face
But you don't like me
You just like the chase
To be real
It doesn't matter anyway (You know it's just too little too late)

Finally... it's over!!! I bet that was one long song, eh? But it's poignant and solemn, and highlights the issues of modern relationships, where the men are the 'players', and the girls are treated like dirt just 'coz in Western society, they're so easy to get. Oh damn, I'm starting to analyse songs like I'm analysing a piece of text!!! School is seriously catchin' up to me.

It was so weird, like, I was tellin' my cousins about how some girls my age have had sex, and they're like "Wow, for our generation, getting into fights was like the bad thing to do, and this time round you have 13 year olds having sex..." We were like, cracking up in the car. Then Jess came up with this supposedly 'multi-million dollar' idea: developing chastity belts and selling them in America. That was like... weird and hilarous. But it could work, since those Yanks have sex in high school so much and consider it 'kool'. Jeez, haven't they heard of STDs (sexually transmitted diseases, for all you retards out there)? But, then again, none of my business if they get banged up as teens, they're not even in the same hemisphere... Since when have I been so uncaring??? I can actually see you guys gagging, and as Prissy so aptly put it, 'vomiting blood' [that was a direct quote, by the way]. But consider the helplessness of this situation, I mean, what self-respecting teenager would walk into a store, and purchase one of those goddamn belts??? Okay, enough about the questionable morals of this new generation of teenagers and their voracious sexual appetite. Moving along now...

If I lived in the medieval era, I would probably have been beheaded for my blunt wording of the world's pathetic situation, but thankfully we're in the 21st century here, where opinions are not crushed underfoot by feudal lords and rebellious peasants... enough history-related ideology. I really need to check myself into rehab for the 'Bloggeraddictus' syndrome. So I will forcefully tear myself from this website after checkin' the tagboard again. See you again soon, dear blog of mine...

Toodle-pip

Another confession @ 11:55 am

Last night was THE longest night of my teenage life. It was also the WORST and BEST night of my teenage life. "Why?" You ask. Well, here is a list I have compiled of the various reasons why the Wesley College social was what it was. (+)=good, (-)=bad.

1. The music was good (+)
2. The day boys were hot... *sighs dreamily*
3. The boarders were not...
4. I was practically being stalked by some guy I met on the flight back from SIngapore (-)
5. The stalker bought me two drinks... two, and gave me his number!!! It's bad because he was fugly (-)
6. I danced with three guys.. AN ALL TIME RECORD!!! And one was hot, the other two were...far from it. (+/-)
7. The hot guy, after dancing with me...*hehe*, was flung across the hall by some dumb jocks, and twisted his ankle in the process. I admit, I was heartbroken [LOL] 'coz I lost my Snowball partner(-)

Okay, that was basically like, the whole overview of the social. Oh yeah, for you poor deprived 6SY people who have never... I repeat, never, been to a social. It is where you dance with guys to hot music, possibly hook up (which means get numbers, or kissing) and meet new friends =) It really isn't as bad as it sounds...

Anyway, I'm gonna get out of the boarding house at 2... go out with my guardian *yawn*. She's a boring old hag, but it's better than moping in my room, right? Went jogging this morning with Samsara... helped her look for sparkly candles for her cake... yeah, basically that's all I did. Came back, trying to make warm apple cakes now, but I think it's burning, and I don't give a damn. And I tagged Amanda Lim's blog.. for like, the first time? My friendship sector of Life is looking up.. I've been invited to three parties.. one on Sunday, we're gonna eat dim sum at some random Chinese place I haven't been to. But hey, at least I'm out. This post is probably less chockful of expletives (e.g fuck, bitch, bastard) and I'm proud of that, kinda. Abrupt ending, but I have to check on the cake because I realised Samsara has gone out and left me to handle it. Damn.

Toodle-pip

Another confession @ 11:00 am

Finally, an outlet for my frustration. I mean, give me a break!!! How ignorant are there whitefellas??? I go to tennis in the morning, all pissed at this new timing (switched from Monday morning), and my new coach is this dickhead of a jock! Well, whaddya expect, this IS the "Land Down Under", home to the hillbillies of the century! To make it worse, he uttered the 4 Words of Doom... "Do you speak English?"

I was speechless. Seriously, is there some fuckin' unspoken law that states all black-haired, Asian people can't speak English??? We were the ones that traded with bloody Marco Polo for cryin' out loud!!! I swear I've been asked that single question a total of 50 times so far... FIFTY TIMES!!! Isn't it time they stopped thinking we're like a collection of 3rd World Country refugees? Sometimes I just feel like pulverising anyone that dares to ask that deadly question, but now I content myself with a "oh-you-poor-ignorant-punkass-bitch" stare at the offending homo sapien. Much more... sophisticated, don't you think?

Then again, I look at the rationality of my rage. It's not our fault that these country bumpkins don't grasp the term multi-culturalism, it's their upbringing!!! So, at the end of the long, tiring and frustrating day, it always comes back to their families, and the stereotypes presented of us. Sometimes, I only feel this anger when I'm unable to sleep and/or publishing a post on my blog at 2.53 a.m. What a coincidence!!! It IS 2.53 a.m!!! Am I psychic or what? Unfortunately, due to the fact that it is indeed 2.53 a.m, and that I have school tomorrow and god knows what homework I need to complete, the most rational thing to do now is go to sleep. So I shall do just that.

Toodle-pip!



Another confession @ 2:46 am

First of all... *clears throat* I would like to thank Dione and her wonderful touch with blogs for ALL her wonderful help. She is da bomb and this would have never, I repeat, never been possible without her expertise.

Okay... enough praises. Let's get on with the ranting!!!



Another confession @ 1:51 pm