Saturday the 17th
-> my mom bought the About A Boy VCD for me. i've watched it four times since. it's That good. and i re-read the book, also for the fourth time
Sunday the 18th
-> birthday of one of my mom's friends. went to Costa Sands Resort, where they wouldn't let us in at a gate closer to our chalet because they wanted to screen everyone for SARS
-> my mom and my aunt [birds of a feather] called up the management and told them [in so many words] that their system was screwed up, as they didn't take our temperature at the door or when we collected the keys, hence if anyone in out party had SARS, so would the Costa Sands Resort staff by now
-> CSR staff persist in making us lug three carfuls of stuff through the front gate, the full length of the resort away from our chalet
-> by three carfuls, i mean one Toyota Ipsum [MPV used as a hatchback], one Honda Stream [MPV used as a hatchback] and one Suzuki Swift [hatchback used as an MPV]. guess which one belongs to my family? only the Cheenas would lug a mahjong table and stand fan everywhere they go
-> we went through the front gate, having no choice as all the side gates were locked, snubbing all those asking us for our SARS declaration forms. we also breezed thorugh the temp-checking station, because no-one bothered to stop us
-> i had a crap time, after shifting the stuff around i spent the day in the upstairs air-con room, watching TV, reading About A Boy and having four Cokes, one Tonic Water and three packets of crisps until it was time to go home
-> however we didn't leave until three hours after the pre-set time, and i found myself wandering in the painfully hip 'restored' 'old-town' area of East Coast Park. if i had my wallet i'd be in The Coffee Bean, but i didn't and my sis' boyfriend very kindly paid for refreshments
-> oh, and me and my aunt stopped to admire the New Victoria School on the way to CSR. it looked fantastic, and i wondered why she'd never noticed it. she actually did, but never believed anyone [except me] who told her it was a school
Monday the 19th
-> Cheena Paper One. 'nuff said.
Tuesday the 20th
-> English Paper One and EHistory
-> crapped up my SBQ becuase i was distracted by the sudden change in question 1c, where 'more' was changed into 'less'
-> i was doing the sections backwards and was already on 1b, i panicked, hastily reworded my answer, five minutes later i realized that all i had to do was change all my 'more's into 'less's, but it was too late
-> was extremely distracted after that, and chose the wrong SEQ to do - World War One impact
-> didn't realize i had nothing to say until i was into my first paragraph of 3a, with ten minutes left on the paper
-> also realized i had Much more to say about The Pacific War, question 2a and b, as it had been harped to death after we went all Cumulative on our Pacific War CA1
-> i gave up on the paper.
Today
-> i clearly did not sleep enough, because i went all snarky on my CME MidYear and will probably get a 0 for it, unless whoever marks it has a sense of humour, is not pregnant/married/has kids/dating/engaged/elderly, or less they'll be seriously offended. but i don't think having a sense of humour will help me much, as no marks can be awarded for my snarkiness. well, at least no one can accuse me of not being honest. plus, in all my years of experience with the OMM [Optical Marking Machine] in the AVMediaResouce [spanking new name, eh?], it's never laughed at any of my jokes, hence i really don't think it'll appreciate my answers
-> my lack of sleep was also noticable because it took ALL of my energy to concentrate on my Cheena Listening Comprehension, and my Geography Paper also horrendously suffered, as it took even more of an age to recall anything, and i, as usual, only managed to complete 3 out of 4 questions. this's what happens when you devote more time to your books and less to sleep. hmmph.
-> had to schlepp down to Olympus Studio at High Street Center on Hill Street to collect my broken C-2020 Zoom. i decided it wasn't worth the $200 to fix a camera that only speaks Japanese, so i will be shameless bothering my father for a C-750 UltraZoom when he comes back. it costs over a thousand, which is where i drawn the line for spending my own money for my own things
-> i took the bus in the wrong direction there, ended up in Eunos. i also took the bus in the wrong direction a few more time after that:
School > 61 > Eunos Interchange > MRT > City Hall > Funan Center Coffee Bean > Olympus Studio > 61 > HaborFront Center > 143 > Trellis Towers > 105 > Chuan Park
it could have been:
School > 61 > Olympus Studio > 61 > School > 107 > Serangoon Interchange > 105 > Chuan Park
I Need A Car! And A Driving Licence!
finally, what really took the piss out of me. these past few days, there have been one or two letters written into newspapers asking for the MOE to relax the education regime in Singapore. what interested me was the one in Today about Mother Tongue, and how it really wasn't a Mother Tongue, as most people find it as alien as Yiddish, and how a pass should be mandatory but not hellish to obtain, and how no-one's going to notice, anyway
i was all for it, and happy that people were [once again] taking notice of the failure of our mothers' tongues, until this Duman High Bitch wrote into ST to say the the Cheenese were having it much worse in Cheena, and how her life is all 'work' but she thinks it's all good, so that our future leaders can compete with Cheena's future leaders, basically going on about shit that the Ministry and the Government wants to hear, but no-one needed going on about.
who does she think she is?!
she is either a govermental spy meant to brainwash us all into being good Confucians, a brown-noser trying to get into the [young] PAP, seriously delusional, a spy for the Cheena government trying to bring about the downfall of Singapore by turning us all into slavedriven muggers, or is having her period.
if any of you out there happen to see Rebecca Lim Sin Mei [Ms] on the streets, would you be so kind as to hack her to death for me?
- "S.P.A.T.", Badly Drawn Boy
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