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It's currently 1.11am.

In 4 hours and 46 minutes time, I'm supposed to wake up to prepare to get to school. On my agenda are the following:

1. Bring green coloured paper for Wei Sheng.
2. Bring flashdrive for Wei Sheng so he can pass it to Ms Tan to print Library certificates.
3. School Marketing Programme Briefing at 9am.
4. Prefect EXCO Meeting after School Marketing Programme Briefing.
5. Visit Traders Hotel Ballroom to see area.
6. Come back to school to finish up Chemistry project.

Phew.

Then the rest of the holidays is, hopefully, open for me to study and mug like crazy so that all the Physical Geography knowledge can get to my brain, Chinese words etched at the back of my mind, and so on.

Gahh.

Life is so stupid sometimes.

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A Series of Unfortunate Events
Re-written by Calvin Lim

Book 1: The Barbiturate Blogpost

Take a coil and hang it high up. Turn it. What happens? It looks like as though it's screwing itself downwards, dosen't it? Feeling noble that you made it screw down into invisible air? Didn't realise it was a play on your eyes done by your brain eh?

That's life for you. Sometimes, every little action you do causes something that you thought had happened, when actually you did nothing at all. Claim credit then.

It's making me puke sometimes, how many people do that. They think that because they did it, when actually someone was there to help them.



Such is the insensitive character of people sometimes. You treat them as friends, they treat you as dirt, but on the surface they be nice to you and sometimes humor you. You treat them nicely, they overuse you and start crawling on top of your head. You do things that benefit them greatly, they overuse that opportunity and sooner or later start to treat you as a supplier.

I don't know whether I'm really making the correct friends at times. Some of them are plain walking zombies with echoes of work floating out of their mouths. Yet some really treat me nicely and lend a listening ear to my problems. Then there are those who are so pretentious in their actions and are actually in face making use of me to the greatest extent.

Why? Why do I deserve this fate? Why can't this world just end and those that are really true to me just stay on? Yes, the world will be a much better place like that. No more backstabbing, no more bitching, no more crying, no more tears, no more scars of depression on my arm, no more emo-stuff anymore.

Take a barbiturate drug. Taken in small quantities, it is so helpful in numbing pain as an anesthetic or sedation. Taken in big quantities, it would aid in killing oneself.

Having friends is similar. Take a few close friends, it becomes a close clique where everyone understands and knows and can emphatize with each other. Take a few more friends, some a pretentious while some make use of you, thus resulting in your development being hindered.

I don't know. Should I continue walking this continuous path of destruction?

Oh well.

I ask myself, why do I -

I ask myself, why do I force myself to do all sorts of things for the high people in the fucked up hireachy?

I ask myself, why do I volunteer myself for every single little opportunity ever given to me?

I ask myself, why do I continue coming to school?

I ask myself, why do I keep complaining and never do anything about the things I complain about?

I ask myself, why do I keep swallowing down taunts from people continually asking me to chase her?

I ask myself, why do I never ever follow my dreams?

I ask myself, why do I do so many things for people?

I ask myself, why do I slave my ass off for everyone?

I ask myself, why do I have to be the unlucky ass struck with fucked up features?

I ask myself, why do I never push myself to excel in academics?

I ask myself, why do I never feel perfect?

I ask myself, why do I think that the school is the only place I feel secure?

I ask myself, why do I continue in a community whereby everyone is backstabbing and killing?

I ask myself, why do I let my emotions get the better of me and give OBS a miss?

I ask myself, why do I make myself seem like a complete fool in front of everyone?

I ask myself, why do I try to please everyone?

I ask myself, why do I promote the fact that I have high-end technologies when I know that'll only give me more fake friends?

I ask myself, why do I keep insisting on organisation?

I ask myself, why do I feel that the world is never complete?

I ask myself, why do I not be patient while waiting for this world to end?

I ask myself, why do I expect a great flood to wipe out everyone?

I ask myself, why do I have such a pessimistic mind?

I ask myself, why do I keep gossiping?

I ask myself, why do I keep backstabbing people who are so close to me and treat me as a member of their clique?

I ask myself, why do I not realise that my actions are greatly affecting anyone, despite no one acknowledging my presence?

I ask myself, why do I understand that no one truly treats me as their kind?

I ask myself, why do I not know how to memorise stuff nor do Geography?

I ask myself, why do I not know how to ace my subjects?

I ask myself, why do I shroud myself in the sheer belief that I have friends everywhere and have no close friends, when actually I have none of both?

I ask myself, why do I continually strive for the best when I know I can never make it?

I ask myself, why do I continue in societies I know I can never excel in?

I ask myself, why do I flaunt my English speaking skills, when I'm better off shutting my bloody gap?

I ask myself, why do I not understand that some people just do not prefer my presence?

I ask myself, why do I not realise that blog posts like these are better off not written?

I ask myself, why do I blog about things that I really should shut my mouth up about.

I ask myself, why do I blog when no one ever views the entries, much less cares nor tags?

Sorry readers. I'm really moody at the moment.

I Screwed Up 51% of my Sec School Life

[x]Gotten detention.
[ ]Gotten your phone taken away
[ ]Gotten suspended.
[ ]Gotten caught chewing gum.
Total: 1

[ ] been late to a class more than 10 times.
[x] Didn't do homework over 5 times.
[x] turned at least 3 projects in late.
[ ] Missed school cause you felt like it.
[ ] Laughed so hard you got kicked out of class.
Total: 1

[ ] Got your mom/dad etc. to get you out of school.
[x] Text people during class.
[x] Passed notes.
[x] Threw stuff across the room
[x] Laughed at the teacher
Total: 4

[ ] Pulled down the fire alarm.
[x]Went on myspace, friendster, xanga, etc. on the computer at school.
[x] Took pictures during school hours.
[x] Called someone during school hours.
[x] Listened to an ipod/cd player/mp3 during class.
Total: 4

[ ] Threw something at the teacher.
[ ] Went outside the classroom without permission.
[ ] Broke the dress code.
[x] Failed a class test.
[ ] Ate food during class.
Total: 1

[ ] Gotten a call home
[ ] Couldn't go on a field trip cause you behaved badly
[x] Didn't take your stuff to school
[ ] Gotten a detention and didn't go
[x] Stuck your middle finger at a teacher when they were not looking
[x] Cursed during class loud enough so the teacher could hear it
Total: 3

[x] slept in class
[x] cursed at a teacher behind their back
[x] Copied homework
[ ] Felt hungry during class and left to eat
Total: 3

Times your total by 3
repost as "i screwed up xx% of my sec school life.

YESSSSSSS

EXTENDED


CURICULUM


IS


FINALLY


OVER!!


YESHH!!!!!

Will update about Graduation Day 2007 and about today's happenings sometime later, perhaps, maybe, who knows? (:

Graduation Day 2007

The day before I slept at 7pm, woke up at 1am, slept again then woke up at 4am, slept then woke up again 6.45am, before realising that I was going to be extremely late for Graduation Day Practice, which starts at 7.45am. You may think that it's an hour away so I can just go all slow motion. But, since this is me doing an official school event, I have to don the horridly translucent pants, thin as paper shirt, black and tight as scotchtape bound over my feet and the thick as mammoth's fur blazier which makes me sweat like a boar. Reason enough for me to take around an hour to get ready?

Just as i was about to open the lock of the wretched home detention place I live in, Benedict SMS-ed me for a while, before asking me to bring my Tablet to school. Note that everytime he SMS-ed, he seemed to SMS twice.

Then while I was going to the bus-stop, Andrel SMS-ed me that he changed his number. (Note that he also SMS-ed me the exact same message to be two times later).

Once at school, the foyer was littered with Prefects in the oh-so Formal Prefect's Uniform while Andrel and Benedict were happily sitting on one bench lying against the wall.

Once the rehersals started, Syahidah and Yveena started going missing. (Did I mention Syahidah was late?). Once we found one, the other went missing.

Once the show started, all troubles just went away. Yes, that includes Yveena's disability to pronounce Pnelope's name properly, Syahidah's stage fright and my disability to pronounce some Malay names.

An array of performances was put up for all. I wouldn't bother to list them all here.

After that Lit was cancelled because too many people didn't want to come. Then afterwards all that happened was that Ben started playing with my laptop, we started disturbing Yi Wei about Su Zhen, then that's about it.


Sorry for the horrid diary entry today. I'm not having any particular inspiration about it so yeah.

:D

Damn You Pizza Hut

A while ago my mum ordered Pizza Hut through the phone delivery service. Due to the fact that their headquarters claimed that it was raining, so it would take an hour to deliver the pizzas. It was 7.05 then.

At 8.05, the pizza delivery boy had yet to knock on my door and my mum dismissed it as the estimation error from the Headquarters.

At 8.20, the pizza delivery boy had yet to knock on my door and my mum was fuming. Why? Because...

Phone Conversation at 8.19:,
Mum: Hello, is this Pizza Hut? I'm calling to enquire about my order ONE HOUR AGO. Why is it taking so long?
Call Centre Girl: Oh I'm sorry. I'll call to check with the delivery people to see where is your pizza right now. I'll call you back again in a whilst time.

At 8.30, the callback had not been made yet and...

Phone Conversation at 8.31 (It was put on loudspeaker so my mum could animate herself*:
Mum: HELLO PIZZA HUT?!?! WHY IS NO ONE CALLING ME BACK YET??
Girl: *frightened voice* Ohoh I'm sorry... I'll double check your order... I promise I'll get someone to get back to you ASAP
Mum: YOU BETTER GET THE MANAGER TO TALK TO ME
Girl: Yesyes, I will.

At 8.45, the phone rings...
Mum: YES WHERE'S MY ORDER?!?!
Manager: Oh mam I'm sorry but we have yet to process your order yet. Please give us a whi-
Mum: FORGET IT!! *slams phone* We go out and eat.

This isn't the first time Pizza Hut has taken such a long time to process orders. I remember another time over at Jurong Entertainment Centre's Pizza Hut Restaurant, they took a whole 1.5 hours just to process our order. And halfway my sister had to go off for classes so in the end the food was wasted.

What's up with Pizza Hut?!?!

Just came back from Erny & Kartika's Barbeque...

Will update blog with more about it when I wake up tomorrow... Or maybe a bit later than that :D

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As the gears in the simple wall clock I have on the wall slowly turn, I lie flat down on my bed with my laptop and my fingers continuously drumming on the seemingly flat keyboard mounted onto my laptop.

I flip through thousands of blogs and Friendster Profiles an hour, checking my Email account for any incoming message every single minute of my repulsive life.

As my eyes droopily stares at the hands of the clock slowly ticking, I think about the work I have yet to finish. Debate Research on the Death Penalty, Elementary Mathematics Worksheet, Chemistry Game creation, Social Studies Research, just to name a few.

I rid all these work from my mind and start thinking of the more interesting things I have left for the holidays, and some maybe mundane. School Marketing, Sec 1 Reporting, Prefect's Chalet, and the list just goes on until the cows go home.

Attempting to forget all of these, the teacher's words are still etched at the back of my mind. Fully utilise the holidays to study for the O Levels. Bah. Useless bunch of people, having yet to finish even half the syllabus yet and calling for the Extended Curiculum. Rubbish.

Then I lazily lie back flat on my bed drumming again on the keyboard of my laptop. Damn. In 3 hours time I've to be at Erny's place and I've yet to finish some household chores.

Nevertheless, I'm still wondering if I'm bored or if I'm procrastinating.

Never mind all that. I'm just hoping my handphone will ring more often during the holidays than the number of times it usually rings during school hours. Hopefully someone will ask me out for a movie, chalet, BBQ or something.

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