oh, yes, i'm back

{See, I'm not dead!}

The past few days have really been quite enriching. I feel as though I have understood a bit more about life. I know it sounds cheesy, but really, I have.

It started with Princess Diaries 10, the book. Insane? But strangely, it gave me a little bit hope in the sense that Mia has really grown as a character since the last book. She’s more mature, she can set her priorities straight, she thinks rationally. She whines less, too. I really liked that factor in the book. It was so much more refreshing. Anyway, getting to that ‘little bit of hope’ part, I sincerely don’t like who I am as a person right now. I’m anything but grown up, and I am more irrational than a particularly square-rooted irrational number. It kind of scared me that this was how I would stay for the rest of my life; this irresponsible freak who can’t set her mind on what to do half the time. But that book kind of made me realise that I still have room to develop into a more mature being. Now I really sound corny. But anyway, it was certainly a good revelation. For me, at least.

Second, I learned stuff about people around me, too. This is a slightly touchy subject, because I obviously can’t go on about other people because that would then be filed under ‘Gossip’ or ‘Bitching’. Some people really, really don’t care about anything unless it concerns them. Those kind of people are sometimes very hard to deal and cooperate with cause they’re extremely troublesome. Oh, well. But that brings me to my next revelation:

I am a very forgiving person. This is the only quality I can find about myself that is remotely good. It can be bad, too. When you forgive a person easily, they may make the same mistake over again. It’s frustrating. Let me give you an example: Say, hypothetically, a person has been very rude to me or called me ‘stupid’ in a way that was very insulting. What do I do? Of course I get pissed off. I get pissed off and I rant to all my friends, wear a black face, talk less, etc. But then, when that person who had called me ‘stupid’ turns around and is nice to me or offers to help me with something, I immediately smile and forgive her/him. Just like that. And then the person might take advantage of this and bite me in the ass the next day.

Sigh.

I also discovered a hell lot of other things about my classmates, and I was quite bewildered by what I heard.

It hit me right in the face how different Sec 3 is. And not just regarding studies.

{Wise words from a wise one:
“...some people have green eyes cause they have chlorophyll in them.”}

Song To Self

Choose songs from your iTunes/mp3/whatever music list that answer these questions as nicely as possible.

IF SOMEONE SAYS "IS THIS OKAY" YOU SAY?
I'm With You by Avril Lavigne

WHAT DO YOU LIKE IN A GUY/GIRL?
Bubbly by Colbie Caillat

HOW DO YOU FEEL TODAY?
Incomplete (homework!) by Backstreet Boys

WHAT IS YOUR LIFE'S PURPOSE?
Conquest of Paradise by Vangelis

WHAT IS YOUR MOTTO?
Move Along by The All American Rejects

WHAT DO YOUR FRIENDS THINK OF YOU?
I'm Too Sexy For My Shirt by Right Said Fred

WHAT DO YOU THINK OF YOUR PARENTS?
Piece of Me by Britney Spears

WHAT DO YOU THINK ABOUT VERY OFTEN?
Tomorrow by Avril Lavigne

WHAT IS 2+2?
4 Minutes by Madonna Ft. Justin Timberlake

WHAT DO YOU THINK OF YOUR BEST FRIEND?
Crazy by Britney Spears

WHAT DO YOU THINK OF THE PERSON YOU LIKE?
I'm Getting Over You by The Click Five

WHAT IS YOUR LIFE STORY?
My Name Is by Eminem

WHAT DO YOU WANT TO BE WHEN YOU GROW UP?
Uptown Girl by Billy Joel

WHAT DO YOU THINK WHEN YOU SEE THE PERSON YOU LIKE?
My Oh My by Aqua

WHAT DO YOUR PARENTS THINK OF YOU?
The Way I Am by Eminem

WHAT WILL YOU DANCE TO AT YOUR WEDDING?
Hold Me Tight by Jim Sturgess, Evan Rachel Wood and Lisa Hogg

WHAT WILL THEY PLAY AT YOUR FUNERAL?
Zombie by The Cranberries

WHAT IS YOUR HOBBY/INTEREST?
Words So Leisured by Franz Ferdinand

WHAT DO YOU THINK OF YOUR FRIENDS?
Graduation (Friends Forever) by Vitamin C

WHAT'S THE WORST THING THAT COULD HAPPEN?
I Predict a Riot by McFly

HOW WILL YOU DIE?
Khuda Jaane (God Knows)

WHAT IS THE ONE THING YOU REGRET?
Common Pleasure by Jason Mraz

WHAT MAKES YOU LAUGH?
Happiness Is A Warm Gun by Joe Anderson

WHAT MAKES YOU CRY?
Miniature Disasters by KT Tunstall

WILL YOU EVER GET MARRIED?
I Hope, I Think, I Know by Oasis

WHAT SCARES YOU THE MOST?
Runnin' by Jesse McCartney

DOES ANYONE LIKE YOU?
You Don't Know by Eminem

IF YOU COULD GO BACK IN TIME, WHAT WOULD YOU CHANGE?
The Importance of Being Idle by Oasis

WHAT HURTS RIGHT NOW?
Muscle Museum by Muse

WHAT WILL YOU POST THIS AS?
Song To Self by Travis

literary devices and birds

Just had Lit class. Very amusing, thanks to the dramatic teachings of Mr M. Yesterday A-Maths was quite funny, too, because our class kept repeating "how?" to Mr Choy telling us to attempt a particularly meticulous sum.

Got E-Maths test results today. Predictably, Luisa got full marks. Ha-ha.

Have to start on Commonwealth essay soon! Finding it difficult to produce any quality phrases or paragraphs that might set me apart from the rest.

I am a failure.

Andro told really lame jokes yesterday. We laughed our stomachs to stitches, still.

Q: Ah Bao and his friend, Pao, went to the movies. The movie was very touching, but only Ah Bao cried, Pao didn't cry. Why?

A: Pao didn't have any fillings.

Now, how retarded is that? Ms V almost died in exasperation when Andro went on to tell many other lame/funny jokes.

Everything is going monotously OK. Can cope. But utterly boring. If you're a student, you should get my drift and then some.

(Andro has forgotten to draw on my arm today. Yes!)

it's been long

It seems like nowadays I don't have time to do anything at all. Anything that involves personal enjoyment, that is. I haven't written a thing since the first day of school. So that's probably why I've been MIA in the online world. And will be, for weeks to come.

Some things are new. I'm in 3C3, for people who don't know. And 3C3 means very, very busy schedule. It's been tough going through all that and still having to go for choir till evening all days of the week, but I guess I'm coping. I've also been elected English Rep, so the work load/responsibilities get even worse.

Nothing much else to say. There's Physics now!

Twilight Review

It's been a long time since I posted. Sigh.

So I've watched Twilight the movie. Probably later than I would have liked. And not in "a cinema hall near me". Because there is no cinema hall near me. And, yes, I had to resort to the Internet. So you must understand that the resolution wasn't very good and I may have a distorted version of the movie in my head.

But whatever.

First and foremost, be assured that just because I am, quoting Buan Hua, an "obsessed" Twilighter, it doesn't necessarily mean that nothing but praise will come spilling out of my mouth for the movie.
I have good things to say about it, and bad things.

The Good

1. Michael Welsh did a great job as Mike. Actually, all the humans were pretty awesome. I love Angela's glasses. Dork, I know. And Eric "La Push" Yorkie was portrayed well, too.

2. Now my favourite Cullen is so Carlisle. When he entered the hospital room and started checking Bella's eyes, I was like 'Woah, rewind." And I think I rewinded it. A slight advantage of cheating off the Net. (But I swear I'll buy the DVD.)

3. "As if you could outrun me!"
"As if you could fight me off!"
Woah, woah, woah. Easy, Edward Cullen. Keep your vampire angst to yourself, please. But really, that scene was so totally awesome.

4. The Cullens' house was damn cool. Esme rocks!




5. James and Victoria=love. You should know why.

6. I saved the best for the last. The baseball scene, I believe, was the only scene in the entire movie that actually did justice to the scene in the book. Maybe even better than the book. I say this because in the book, you couldn't hear Supermassive Black Hole playing in the background and neither could you have heard Rosalie say, "My monkey man," smugly.

And this is also the only time Jasper didn't look like a...well, total retard. He's gorgeous, of course, but the 'pained look' really doesn't suit his face. If you get my drift.

Alice? Identical to the one in the book.

Emmett? Amaaaazing.

.....

Why have I suddenly lost the will to write?
I guess I shall write the bad things about the movie next post, when I am feeling marginally better. I got sidetracked by Yi Bin's blog and the recording of the choir singing Dancing Queen. Once I heard that, whoosh! Writing skills exited my brain.

Why is that?

special day

I am so contented here. It's great. Everyday someone new comes to visit us and annoy us to no end, um, I mean, to see us.

I experienced things entirely new today.

1) I went to a spa.
2) I got a facial.
3) I wore fake eyelashes.
4) I got complimented by people on my looks.

So this is what happened. It was my cousin's wedding today and it was held at an amazing Chinese restaurant incidentally called Midnight Sun. That is like the coolest thing ever, don't you think? For you non-Twilighters, this is the sequel to Twilight in Edward's point of view.

But rewind a couple of hours from that. My mother and I reached Persona Beauty Parlour, apparently one of the best parlours in the country, at 10.15 in the morning. We got slips of paper that said what we were paying for. My mom got a facial, I got a facial, an armcial and a legcial.

The demure people who worked there (they looked Burmese, but my mom told me they weren't) gave me a nice glass of mango juice when I went to sit in the waiting room of the spa. Then they put my feet in a bowl of fancy water (water can't be fancy, I know, but there were roses and lemons and stuff in the bowl and I don't know what to call the water) and rubbed them. The girl then wiped my feet and slid them into cloth slippers. I felt like a queen, really.

They put lots of complicated gunk on my face, arms and legs and the scary part was, I was closing my eyes all the time so I couldn't see what they were doing. The girl gave me a nice massage and started on my face.

"Um," I said, trying to be brave, "Ha-ha, uh, please don't prod my nose too much, I might get the sneezes. This is one of my problems."

The girl sort of nodded and continued kneading my nose until I couldn't stand it anymore. I started sneezing. It was embarrassing, but the girl didn't seem to mind.

"If I don't touch your nose, how will the dirt be removed, you know?" she told me gently, when what she meant to say was, "You didn't pay big bucks for nothing."

"Uh, yeah, OK, I kind of get that," was my retarded reply, when my brain was all for getting off the couch thingy and making a run for it before I exploded snot all over her again.

So yeah. After the appendagecial, I moved on to the saloon separtment (yes, Persona is damn huge) and got my hair shampooed and cut.

After that the professionals did my make-up. It was pretty intense.

The wedding was cool, the groom was good-looking. Ha-ha.

Well, till next time. See ya.

bye-bye

Leaving for Bangladesh tomorrow.

It's kind of exciting, yes, because I will see all my wonderful relatives and attend my cousin's wedding and basically have a lot of fun.

But I will miss Singapore. It didn't take me long to realise that no other country is as freakishly clean as Singapore. Not that I've been to or heard about anyway. I'll miss its cleanliness.

For one whole month.

And I shall miss all my lovely friends. Already do, for some of you.

And Mr Keong is scaring me again with his emails. I shall not check my Crezmail while I am away, so don't contact me there.

I have shoved my Shinglee book into my suitcase so that if I am able to somehow force myself to do it there, I could. My English homework document follows me in my thumbdrive. They will both no doubt do a good job of haunting me while I am on holiday.

I have written a FanFic about Matthias Water. Well, it IS only like two paragraphs long, but I shall be sending the author a copy of it, so that she might know how hooked I am to him.

I will miss my Tablet, because I'm not allowed to bring it along as my mother fears it might get stolen. There goes another chance to show off. Just kidding. So my thumbdrive carries all the fundamental documents and songs I would otherwise quite dramatically whine about, like I did the last time. I'm bringing along my notebook, too, so that I can exercise my fingers and writing.

I'll be at Changi Airport tomorrow, so if you see me, say hi.

I dare you to.

Best day of the year

Woah! The Musical Evening was effing awesome! We definitely improved a hell lot since the May concert. So we were extremely proud of our performance tonight. And for those who didn't go for the concert-well, too bad.

Twilight is out in the US and Canada. Lucky twats. We don't get it till December 18. The online world seems to have mixed feelings about the movie, some say it was absolutely amazing and they wanted to see it again, and others said it wasn't up to their standards. Whatever the case, I STILL WANT TO WATCH IT RIGHT NOW.

bleary morning

Good news. I have been upgraded one up to Venus. I think that's a so much better name because Venus is beautiful and all. Well, so is Earth, but Earth is so very commonplace.

Thank you, Zahin.

He banishes me to being Pluto I'm mean to him and stuff. Cause, you know, as Sarah Kabir very cleverly pointed out, and my little brother is also clever enough to know, Pluto is not a planet anymore, so that means I'm not cute when I'm mean.

This may seem like blabbering if you haven't read one of my last posts.

Andrew Lincoln (Mark)

Love Actually is such a great, great movie. It's British, it's hilarious, it's quirky, it's heart-warming. The movie isn't exactly new, but I watched it for the third time yesterday so my admiration for the movie and its actors have blossomed anew.

Did that make sense?

Hugh Grant is amazing in this. But my favourite male character was Mark. And actor Andrew Lincoln did an awesome job too, I thought.

By the way, only 4 more days till Twilight comes out in the US.

My REAL post

This is the real post for Saturday.

Firstly, let me just say that I've been mega busy the past few days, so if I've been neglecting your calls, SMSes, emails, or other online paraphernalia.

par⋅a⋅pher⋅na⋅lia

–noun

1.	(sometimes used with a singular verb) equipment, apparatus, or furnishing used in or necessary for a particular activity: a skier's paraphernalia.

2.	(used with a plural verb) personal belongings.

3. (used with a singular verb) Law. the personal articles, apart from dower, reserved by law to a married woman.

[Sorry, I just had to go search that word in dictionary.com cause although I used it, I didn't fully know what it meant. And it seems that I used it wrongly, but what the heck.]

So, anyway, the reason I've been busy is mostly choir practice. There's an awesome concert coming up that we're gonna be performing in. I'm really excited for this because we'll be dancing to ABBA songs Mamma Mia, Dancing Queen, Money, Money, Money and Chiquitita.

We're also wearing funky retro clothes, so the stage will be supremely psychedelic.

So, yes, it's going to be super cool.

Secondly, I love Muse.

Thirdly, it has been announced that there are going to be sequels to Twilight. New Moon, Eclipse, Breaking Dawn, the whole fandango. Looks like Taylor Lautner got lucky.

And fourthly, according to US Weekly, President Obama and his daughter read Twilight together. If you were unsure of the series before, I'm sure you'll have no doubt in your mind now about Twilight's major awesomeness in general.

Well, I don't think I have anything further to add...

Oh wait! I saw this totally hot guy at Bukit Batok MRT Station the other day. And he used to be in my Primary School. Like, major wowie.

The Aaron Rose and Muse love is still blowing strong.

And can I say that I absolutely adore Yi Bin? Not only can she warm cold hands in the Ensemble Room, she can also play Viva la Vida on the piano. XOXO to you, my multi-talented friend.

Albums of fantabulous music

These albums are on my wish/buy list:

1. Absolution Muse
This is actually pretty old, so I don't think I might be able to get it in stores now. Sigh.

2. Black Holes and Revelations Muse
Want. It.

3. The Best of Radiohead Radiohead
I'm not a fan of Radiohead, technically, but I've heard only good things about their songs. And I do like "Creep" and "Fake Plastic Trees". Not to mention "Karma Police". They're weird and on first listen, scary, but later you realise they're brilliant. All introductory credit goes to my older brother. And no, I'm not trying to copy you, brother. I'm genuinely interested, thank you very much.


4. One of the Boys
Katy Perry. 'Nuff said.

Well, I might be able to get my hands on the Muse albums for a while thanks to my fabulous choir section leader, Lixin, so that's really cool. But still...owning an album is a completely different feeling. Trust me.

[love] you lot

Diyan: Yes, I know. Thanks!

Mith: Yeaahhh! We might get sick of each other eventually. Hahahahaha. We're going to be like in each others' faces all the time. But still, it's pretty cool, if you think about it.

Anon: How could I forget?

Yi Bin: This is exactly why I love you, Yibs. Thanks.

Adeline: Got an A in what? Oh, no! It's an imposter!

The Real Adeline: Ya, C3 all the effing way. It gets bland after a while, though. Thanks for letting me know about the paragraphs thing!

Alisa: Yeah, sure! But very unfortunately, I'm very, very busy until 22 Nov. There's a lot of choir practice. But if I find time, I know who to call!

I didn't know shit was a bad word. Well, OK, I did know, but does the tagboard really have to censor it? It's so common!

the latest love

I just adore Aaron Rose from Gossip Girl. He's the artisty type with a fringe over one eye and dresses really...artistically. It also helps that he's cute. Ha-ha.

Idiot to the highest degree

Orko, whyy do you have to be so completely infuriating? I understand that you like to spam my tagboard, but why do you have to DO IT TO MY FRIEND'S TAGBOARD? If you do it any longer, I swear, I'm going to tell my mother to tell yours that you're not to be allowed on the computer. Ever. I will tell her myself, even.

GROW UP ALREADY.

The name is Earth, planet earth

There are some things in my life that I will never understand.

Take for example my little brother’s obsession with the roundness of people’s faces.

It makes me so mad to hear him go on about how “cute” a certain person’s face is, ignoring the fact that that person might be standing two feet and a hearing range away from him.

He calls me “Earth”.

That’s right: “Earth”. My name is not in any way related to our planet, but according to Zahin, my face is. His theory is that the Earth is the third planet from the Sun, and since I am the third cutest in our five-member family, I’m the Earth.

Which is, of course, complete crap.

(For your information, the top two cutest people in my family are my mother and father. Our older brother is the least cute, in Zahin’s opinion.)

(Also please note that my little brother’s definition of ‘cute’ is very, very different from an average person’s.)

The guy, obviously, is a complete nut head. At age seven, no less. I fear for the boy’s sanity, really, I do.

Oh, anyway just something in a book I read recently that struck interesting to me: The protagonist was describing his English teacher and he said (in paraphrased form) that he “salivated over a particularly well-placed semi-colon”.

It took me only a few moments to figure out why that sounded so familiar.

The sentence structure in the previous paragraph is probably a little wonky and hard to understand, but I’m too lazy to review it.

I really should win an award for the ability to prattle on about one subject for the longest of times.

In latest Keong-email news (har-di-har-har): He sends a lot of emails, even during the holidays. But I don’t hold it against him, though. It is his job, and he happens to do it a little too well (note: this is a compliment). Nothing more to it. Although every time I see his name in my inbox coupled with the word “maths” I flinch ever so slightly and click on the email very cautiously. The only time I really panicked was the aforementioned email which suggested that the entire Sec 2 cohort had completed their Maths homework, excluding me, that is. Or something to that effect.

On to the latest email I bothered opening, it congratulated three people who received the Edusave Scholarship award in our class. I understand it is, to an extent, quite prestigious, but what about us poor souls who haven’t won a sodden thing who will look at that email and then look down at ourselves?

Rock on, Jynn Chee, by the way. For winning that award.

By the way, if Mr. Keong or any of the Crescent teachers read this, I mean no harm to anyone in any way.

[To the very few (but wonderful) people who actually occasionally peruse this blog: I have tried to break up my paragraphs into smaller paragraphs because I know my usual solid, massive paragraphs are tedious to read and make you want to rip your eyes out of their sockets...right?]

Cheers,
THE EARTH

AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

This is what happens when one gets incredibly high, as my Facebook status so claims:

Me: YOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOo
Me: Um, sorry
Adeline: ?
Me: I'm incredibly high right now
Me: I just wanna jump around yelling my many forefathers' names at the top of my lungs
Adeline: haha it's okay
Me: and piss my parents off
Me: and get jailed overnight
Me: and then have a bad record for the rest of my life
Me: and see my hot neighbour give me a weird look
Me: SEEEEEEEEEEE
Me: OMG
Me: I am crazy
Me: HELP!
Adeline: hahahaha
Adeline: why?
Me: BECAUSE I AM COOL
Adeline: why you so high?
Me: AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHh
Me: I dunno, lah.
Me: SIGHHHHHH
Me: lol

For the record, I do not have a hot neighbour and may never have one.

If you read this and you're going, "I didn't know she was this crazy," I have to say this: You ain't seen nothing yet.

AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHh

posts replies

Wow, there were so many posts that when I tried to reply to all of them, I kind of lost track of what I was trying to say, so I am dedicating this post to tag-replies.

Millicent: Yes, that would be very cool. And please add the Hossain part so people will know who you're talking about. :P I raved on about Water to my friend, Yi Bin, the other day and now she wants to be your illustrator. She's an amazing artist, so good on ya, Millicent. And please, stop responding to my lame cousin with cheem mega-huge paragraphs that no one can understand. :)

Shumi Apu: Thanks, my dearest cousin! And of course I don't mind. It's like an honour, you know? :) And yes, I have thought about writing as a career many, many times.

Adeline: Please, what fierce? I was just angry with Maths in general. Isn't everybody?

Orko: (Ignore)

Sham: You can go to a corner and curl up and die. But before that, let me copy your Maths homework. You will be remembered dearly.

I think that is all.

*face-palm*

Due to many questions on this matter, I have to clear this.

You do know I, me, myself am ZINE, right?

Yes, that's right. The blogger is me. And me is Zine. Also known as Mona, also known as Farzina, also known as Zina.

HAPPY, NOW?

Woo-hoo x500

Obama won, Obama won, Obama won!

Oh, yes! That is totally amazing.

But yeah, I'm not American, but I shall express no more enthusiasm than necessary.

What is up with my life lately? Do I hear a resounding "nothing"? Well, some of my friends came over yesterday and that was lots of fun cause we watched Stardust, fawned over Charlie Cox (on my part), played Would You Rather (a classic, I swear, you never go wrong with this game) and visited Abonti's beautiful home.

And now the Maths specimen paper, which we got for homework, is just begging me to do it already and stop procrastinating but I will not do it because, as I explained to Yan Yee, procrastination is, verily, what I am made of. And I shall not be wavered by the frown-inducing email Keong, uh, Mr Keong sent us saying that people have already finished ALL their Maths homework and are apparently thirsting for more. Which, I'm sorry to say, is possibly only true of a few very Hufflepuff-ish students in our class who don't suffer from the Procrastination Syndrome but one day just grabbed their Shinglee workbook and started doing all the Maths sums in sight.

Yes, I do realise I am rambling, but this is what I love to do, so I shall do it. And Regine was wrong because she mistook my love for Twilight for madness when the real madness ensues when I so much as glance at my Shinglee book and then recoil because I know that one day, in the probably very near future, I will have to touch the distatefully decorated thing.

Calm down, self, calm down.

Sometimes I wonder why I am so eccentric. Must be the genes. But being eccentric means not being boring, so that is good, I suppose.

I have also realised what a major beeyotch I am. No, really. As in, in my head. I am a terrible judge of character, especially when jealousy is involved. Or pissed-offedness. So yeah, I thought this particular person was a total *bleep* but actually that person is, and always will be, someone very close to me. And don't even TRY to guess who I'm talking about, because I will never, never tell you.

Oh, yes, anyway. I am very, very proud of Millicent. Good job! And remember, Water WAS FIRST WORSHIPPED BY ME. So any other fangirls will have to bug off. I mean, I have proof, okay? That list down there. Who's at Number 6? Huh?

Well, this was a very, very random and stupid post, but it IS my blog.