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Friday, August 29, 2008

30 August 2008

Dear Viewer,
HAPPY 17Th BIRTHDAY ESTHER!!
Yesterday was teacher day. A bit unhappy. It's just the attitude people have. Is there a barrier between them with me or am I the one who have changed?

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11:16 PM

Monday, August 25, 2008

25th of August 2008

Dear viewer,
Tomorrow is my sister birthday and there goes without saying i have to think of a present for her. But what suits her best?
There's social studies and english prelims tomorrow. I had barely touched on my social studies and I think it would be more appropriate if I have draw up a time table to check on the subject that i need to study within the period or day. What's bothering me for the time being is I still have history on wednesday. I will be home at 7 plus pm at night and how can i manage to read through all chapters for history for the fact that I knew I can't do it either.
I feel I have let down miss koh for the fact that she have been nagging and repeating those chapters on maybe Cold war- which was the worst chapter. I have no idea what it is all about and especially on the chapter after cold war which is the fall of communism. Woohooohs.
OKay.
I have to go school at 7 tomorrow, so what the best thing I can do now? It is to SLEEP~~~ hahas.

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Sunday, August 17, 2008

17 August 2008

Dear Viewer,
I was staying in schools for night study until 9.30. Night study was definitely not exciting. After night study, the next day I will wake up being so lethargic and unable to concentrate. I even screw up my maths paper. I stared at the first question for 10minutes before deciding to skip.
Haizzz.
Next next week it will be Prelim. And I am not mentally prepared for the exam.
Next thursday is O's level English Orals. ARGHHH~~~~ ORAL!!

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Thursday, August 14, 2008

14 Aug 2008

Dear Viewer,
Night study was tough. I was so tired everyday. Many things happen recently. Today, I cried during physic lesson. Today My mood was foul. Today I was so unhappy.
Yesterday, I don't know what I can say. Everything just happen so quickly. Life is terrible.

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Monday, August 11, 2008

Dear Viewer,
Today Sat Word-A-Day is Abjure : To reject, renounce. * To prove his honesty, the president abjured the evil policies of his wicked predecessor.

Head Over Heals
Uncle Sam Birthday's
So, the first day of school is a good time to start a new diary, right? At least, I thought so last night when I bought this book—back when I actually thought things would be different this year. I was convinced that after my recent leap up the high school hierarchy to Junior with Popular Boyfriend status, not to mention my summer-long fitness/tanning campaign, I would no longer be Invisible Girl. And somehow I guess I thought that me being different would make everything else different, too.
Okay, yeah, so that was a little naïve. After one day back at Columbus High, I can say that nothing’s changed much at all. The preps stick with the preps, the hoods with the hoods. Doe-eyed freshmen rove around in packs, holding their books with both hands to avoid having them dumped. Haughty seniors pretend they’re having more fun than the rest of us. In classes, teachers make us say our names out loud and something about ourselves. The snippets of hallway conversation overheard are as banal as ever—“Yo, I’m bagging fifth period,” or “Did you see what Sara/Macy/Gina/whoever is actually wearing today?”
Only one thing’s different—Luke Barton. The new kid. He’s from California. I got press clippings about him all day. In homeroom, Jenny Cassell, a tireless socialite who has sat adjacent to me in homeroom since seventh grade, drew an audience with her description: “He’s this totally hot skateboarding, movie-star type with a reddish-blond afro and Salvation Army style, with expensive sneakers and jeans that are perfectly worn in. And he’s all aloof, like he’s in on some secret you’re not.”
By far the most ebullient description I heard was from my best friend. Nikki’s first words to me were straight out of Star Wars: “Luke will be mine.” She had already turned him into a savior. “See Fran, this is exactly what I was talking about! Remember when I said I needed a change? Well it’s arrived. He’s here. Luke Barton’s the thing that’s been missing for me in this town. He’s going to be a catalyst for change in my life—I can already see it.”
Nikki moved here from Carmel, an affluent enclave north of Indianapolis. This happened like five years ago, but Big City Nikki still scapegoats Columbus for some of her personal problems, most particularly her lack of a steady guy.
I hadn’t even seen the dude yet, but already I was tempted to abhor this whole Luke phenomenon. I was thinking how annoying it was that some stranger could penetrate the collective imagination of Columbus High more in one day than I had in the previous two years. And then, eight minutes into my last period class, AP English, in struts this tall, good-looking guy in paint-splattered jeans, a tight hipster T, and a shocking mass of curly reddish hair. Had to be him. More intriguing than hot, I thought. Of course, had I not been happily boyfriended to a legitimate hottie myself, I might have felt a little differently. There was something in his athletic gait that made you want to look. He had, like, star power. I made myself look away, determined not to fall victim to this unabashed “shock and awe” self-promotion campaign.
“You must be Lucas,” Ms. Cloisters said.
“Luke,” he said, apparently not the verbose type.
“Interesting,” Ms. Cloisters said. “Do you know how I knew who you were, Luke?”
He shrugged.
“Well, it’s not because your reputation precedes you, or that I received your dossier from the CIA. It’s not because I saw you in the hallway and, admiring your effulgent beauty, rushed down to the principal’s office to find out who you were.” The class let out a few hesitant laughs. Ms. Cloisters had a reputation for humiliating students who didn’t meet her lofty academic standards. “It was more along the lines that you were the last student to show. Why’s that?”
“I’m new.” Luke half-smiled in a way that said he’d played this game before. “I got lost.”
“But you made it. You persevered. Congratulations, neophyte, on finding room 203. For future reference, the room numbers go in descending order from the opposite end of the hall. It’s a logical scheme, and you’re in Advanced Placement English, so you should be cerebral enough to figure it out. Now find a seat.”
Luke turned his back on Ms. Cloisters, showing off his stolid expression to the rest of the class. I glanced up at him, prepared to avert my eyes at any moment. Didn’t even score a glance. He sat behind me, in the same row. My back and shoulders felt warm. An irrational thought hit me—was he emitting some sort of Luke ray? I slumped down in my seat to fend it off.
Ms. Cloisters introduced the class with a rant about the power of words. Of the four things we would focus on in her class, vocabulary would be foremost. “It drives me nuts when students ask how studying words will ever assist them in the real world. The most bankable skill you could have in our media-driven society is to be articulate. In fact, a study conducted at several major corporations found that one of the most salient disparities between employees at the bottom-, middle-, and top-paying rungs is their skill levels in vocabulary and syntax. Which is to say, those who express themselves the best get the best jobs.”
The final three things we would do in her class were read, read and read. We would read Austen, Dostoyevsky, Marquez, Plath, Hesse and Hurston. We would read short stories, novels, novellas, poetry, epics, even a play. “In fact, we’re going to start right now,” Ms. Cloisters said, handing out a short story by Hemingway for us to peruse.
It was called “Hills Like White Elephants,” and it was about a young couple drinking beer in a bar, somewhere near some hills in Spain. It didn’t seem like it had enough big words or concepts to be “good,” but there was something to it, a certain resonance. Ms. Cloisters asked us what we thought about it. In accordance with my resolution to get more involved in class discussions this year, I raised my hand.
“Yes,” Ms. Cloisters said. “Say your name, and then make your comment.”
“My name’s Francesca Castarelli. And I was just gonna say it seems like the couple in this story has some serious communication issues. They just talk in monosyllables about nothing in particular, and they can’t seem to agree on anything.”
“Okaaaay,” Ms. Cloisters said in a condescending way. “Anyone else want to get a little more specific?” She pointed behind me.
“I’m Luke Barton, and I think the ‘communication issues’ Francesca is referring to are related to the fact that the young woman is pregnant with the man’s child, and he is pressuring her to abort. That’s what they’re actually arguing about, even though they don’t come right out and say it.”
My ears got hot at the sound of my name. He was talking about me. Wait. Was he making fun of me? Was he calling me a dunce?
“That’s right,” Ms. Cloisters said. “Hemingway has a way of making a situation implicit without hitting the reader over the head with it. Nice close reading, Lucas.”
Great. Humiliated by The New Guy. Maybe he hadn’t meant to. I dropped my pencil and turned to steal a glance at him. Luke was looking back at me with a big ol’ smug grin on his face. Jerk.

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Sunday, August 10, 2008

11 August 2008

Dear Viewer,
I stayed at home the whole day. My sister went to pulau Ubin for NEP camp. Just recalled my sister talking about how singaporean now no longer love their country as much as our forefathers. After they have study oversea, these peoples stay over at other country to developed rather than coming back to singapore. Singapore then have to resort to buying talents from overseas country, one example would be the ping pong girl from China.
Eversince I stepped my foot to secondary school, I have never likes singapore as much as what I used to like when i am in primary school. Why? I guess its the school didn't promote enough being a singaporean examples singing National Anthem, School Pledge or even National Song.
*We have no rights, we have no say and we longed to be free oneday.* This phrase I recalled from my primary school times, where our teacher told us have to remember no matter what and many more phrases. But in secondary school, no, there isn't a need to do so. My sister told me her school still hold such talks and I heard that they have to sing National Anthem three times until it is loud enough everyday.
The feeling of working hard seem to cease each day cause the school dosen't really force us to study well or whatsoever. Action speaks louder than words please.
No point talk and talk.
IF there were to one word to describe the school, that would be lousy.
Behaviour was terrible, worst then what I have seen in mixed school. But luckily, I wasn't influence by their behavoiur so much or else I would be a total different person.

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Sunday, August 03, 2008

3rd of August 2008

Dear Viewer,
I was on msn just now. I saw he's online again. HAhas. online for a very long period but I never went to talk to him. OKays.
I was talking to Firdaus about bonus, Jiamin about the mp4 and then tiffany about the photo and mushuang about the teacher and then got disturb by the guy-joan, Stupid la. CAll what Jie. Don't try to anyhow get involve in my family lines. Not even the same surname and then traits don't even have the same. Siao.
Then weijie keep calling me, then I keep ignoring the phone call.
Okay, finally talk to the chris , suddenly he talk to me. Wah. its like so long already, finally talk to him. What about talking to kevin. Wonder what's up with him. Then I was talking to Chris, ask what he work as now? The told me he work as a police now. hahas. Funny men

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9:10 AM

Friday, August 01, 2008

2nd of August 2008

Dear Viewer,
Honour's Day. Weilin say she will come but in the end she panseh me. Okays. What is today event. I reached school at 7.30am. I walked around and wait for tiffany. We went to the second floor toilet and then around. By 8 am, we assembled at the ava room. Miss Chua pronounce my name wrongly. It's xue not xiu. Next, Miss chua told us to take a refreshments first before we go to the hall. Sajivani, tiffany and I went to the toilet. On my way back, we saw miss yip and then the three of us began to laugh and Miss yip then say * what* * what* * what*
Went up the stage a bit frighten. I think I might have stage fright. Until now then I realise it. Won't it be too late?
After the whole thing ends, tiffany's mother help me and tiffany take photo. Together with mushuang, we went to eat. First we took photo with Mr yap. Miss lim.THe first thing miss lim told ms is she saw my mother. I gave a weird expression to her. Hahas. Tiffany and mushuang take with mrs alex, mrs choo, three of us took with mrs kooh.Mrs kooh wanted to charge us money. Hahas. Next, tiffany and I take photo with Madam goh. She told us must remember F&N. Finally I went to call for Miss koh and took photo with her. Next, tiffany and Mushuang suppose to take photo with miss koh then ning xin came to help me and ask me to take photo with them together. Hmm. Abit unwilling cause I seem to be quite extra to take another time. Wah, Miss koh two hand was on my shoulder during the first take and the second take.
Then we went to find Miss Wong and her friend but then we stop at miss yip and one of them went to ask miss yip. Okay, next, Tiffany and mushuang each take turn to take photo with the chinese teacher. I heard them say she wore the same clothing. Then she take tiffany bag and carried it and miss wong suddenly said, What are you trying to do? Then both stand in front of a pot of plant. Miss wong then said, what with the thing sticking out of your head. Then finally they moved to the chinese board. Okay. Then I tried to help mushuang to take the photo but my hand move and shake the camera. Don't know why recently my hand cannot carry things that well. My hand seem a bit shaky , even holding on to the hymn sheet, hand will definitely shake. They took a long time and finally have their photo taken.
Is it because of the my locker the lock??
Next, Miss yip came and we tiffany took with miss yip first. Then my turn. Miss yip was urging me to talk. She said * I want to hear you talk* Then I asked talk what? Then I said *Can I take photo with you* Hahas. Miss yip then said she don't like to take photo with the tall ones and then after taking finish the photo, she use something on her hand and hit at mushuang.
Finally, Miss wong. Taking photo with her was fast. She decide on taking photo at the stairs and ask me to stand on the second level. And then done. THen mushuang turn. O. Then I suggest the three of us. Miss Yeung/ong then said one at the stairs at each level. Okay then I stand the topest cause I was the shortest. Yea. After taking photo finished, Miss Yeung/ong then said now you can tell the class that you are taller than miss wong. I was laughing. MIss wong then gave some expression which I didn't manage to see. Next, we wait for Mrs Nicholas. Wait for more than half an hour. I was dying. Losing patient. Then we decide to go off.

1st of August
It is the official day for the opening of the ghost festival. I skipped English lesson because I got the Honour's Day rehearsal. After the rehearsal, I went up to the class, xueying and anna was there. Guess what they were doing. Applying nail polish.
Then together with tiffany, all of us went to find Miss Yip, for the english comprehension paper. Miss yip came out with the chrysanthemum bottled drinks and she was drinking. Then I took a long time before telling why I find her for. Then she look around and say why so many people here. Then xueying say wait for me. Then Miss yip say, then I shall let you all wait some more. Hahas. Then she really stand at the door there, drinking the chrysanthemum tea until she look at the durian outside the staff room. Then she told us the durian belong to hers. Tell us don't touch it. Hahas. Then she went in and then finally came out and hand me the paper. Then she began to talk to the durian, you better stay here arh, and turn to us and say, don't touch my durian again.
Then I went to return my story books and xueying go and retrieve her CIP forms back.

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11:49 PM