spiffy!

hi all!

this will likely be the last post prior to the ultimate exams of my mandatory education life, doctrinated by the high and mighty MOE personnel who have, perhaps, acquired a strong but unorthodox taste for bestowing torturous exams on us school going population. i'm going to need trucks of good luck, people! :)

the blessed dr bl og has returned to haunt cyberspace with his blasphemous presence! hail all, hail all :) check him out at sgdr.blogspot.com. and **** the sore a**es of those anally retentive healthcare group administration minions.

imminently imminently
i concur
that death is
coming


haha :P lol. good luck all! see you guys on the 25th Nov 2005.

surge of unglad tidings

hoho!

am back here after a week out of action, thanks very much to the flurry of TYS-and-other-schools'-prelims embalming that everyone in HC seems to be engrossed in (so I thought i'd better join in, haha)

NANA's spectacularly fiery results as follows: B for GP (oh, what the ****, now you know what too much hokkien swearing does to GP. or any other language swaering for that matter :P), E for Math, E for Econs (49.9! can you believe it???), O for Chem and O for Bio.

I almost heard my heart shatter when i realised my Bio was a odious, obese O. guess i ought to have smashed my head into a watermelon for not studying it hard enough. thought i was too good for the paper, in other words. well the grades are proving me to be much less erudite than i assumed myself to be :P

have tossed myself entirely into the mind-whirling crevasse of TYS pia-ing. sometimes i'd glance up from the 20th chem or bio or math question (funny why i always shirk from doing econs), absorb the vast expanse of cream wall ahead of the glass wall of the library, and kick myself for coming to a JC when i'd perhaps be sailing to an effortless valedictorian place in any diploma course of my choice rather than this stinking, futile mess i'm stuck in. then my tired swimming eyes'd drop back to the page where the nastier 21st question awaits.

i'm starting to feel inclined that JC life is a voluntary massacre of neurones.

hohohohoho :D

furious foliage flurry flails:fluidly

i'm simply amazed by my extremely articulate lack of aesthetics, which is painfully blatant once my mum set eyes on the bundle of pink cloth struggling hysterically in my arms.

"How does this look, Mummy?"
"What is this?"
"Hua, lah. I thought it's like you know, obvious." *rolls eyes*
*the abovementioned errant hua continues bucking piteously in my arms*
"So how? Can or not? So difficult lah..." *grumbles*
*1 of the hua falls shrieking to the floor*
*stuffs the naughty hua back into the mist of perianths and shakes a finger at it in warning*
"hur. dunno how those florists take it... if i were to be one i'd have closed shop and gone to open a pet shop lor..."
*mum snorts* "huh... bu yao chao wo la!"

So my mum gave me a derisive, i-told-you-so smug look and resumed watching this Hongkong lady on TV gush rapturously about boiled Australian lobsters.

but finally, i managed to complete the near impossible task of taming and coaxing those devilish blooms into formation in a bouquet! NANA'a first bouquet ever. The recipient would be so proud of the effort, patience and hair loss invested in this painstaking mission.

the colour is so nice! i'm falling in love with it already - took 2 pictures of it as a souvenir to myself and to convince myself that i do have some subterranean instinctive sense of beauty after all :) though i'm very scared the temperature's too high for the poor flowers standing there in this sweltering heat. I wish i could fast forward time so that tml comes quickly! :P i have sprayed them with ice cold mist though - i've got all the makings of a nurse :) *beams proudly* and placed them in a corner away from sunlight. yes! i do take very good care of them, ok?

the first florist that my mum recommended was at block 900+. i was immensely displeased and appalled by the rudeness of the florist! i thought they were all pretty, demure, polite and genteel folk who would rattle off flower names with ease and pride.

well the naughty, rude florist was neither pretty nor demure. and she certainly wasn't polite. so i decided to source elsewhere for my pretty blooms. i found them at floracity, over at yi tou (block 100+) which had bustling business and beautiful ribbons (now i know where to get nice nice ribbons!). as well as a very queer boss. he seemed to like me very much, but i guess it's because of the sheer volume of my order haha :) anyway he spoke really fast so that every last syllable was confluent with the first syllable of the next word and i was left gaping at him cluelessly like a retard :P in the end i realised just how eccentric he was when he said: "do you want to come with me? i'm going to choa chu kang cemetery to get inspiration." because he spoke so quickly i thought i heard wrongly, so i asked him to repeat please and he said the same thing! my jaw just dropped la haha :D it was so surreal! and so ridiculous - you get spooked at cemeteries, not inspired! so i hurriedly gave him the money and told him i was in a rush :P haha.

if there's anything i wouldn't do for money, it's getting "inspiration" at cemeteries! :)

tomorrow please come quickly!!!!!!!!