<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25058078</id><updated>2011-04-22T11:40:01.334+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jazzically Tuned In</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jazzicalfarts.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25058078/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jazzicalfarts.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25058078/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>jazzicalfarter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18353506274906491605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>116</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25058078.post-880018936029431096</id><published>2008-01-01T05:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-02T16:03:50.486+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>COUNTDOWN. One word: FASC-BU-TASTIC. Fascinating, Fabulous, Fantastic. Yeah, wth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Honestly Fuck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do I leave without missing a thing or anyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it's for real. I don't wanna go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I'm enjoying every moment spent, I am forced to let go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuckshit. Fuckadoo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will you miss me..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Alright, so it's confirm. I'm migrating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This Christmas is probably the last one I'm spending here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be away to somewhere which apparently many people have migrated to as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope I can adapt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will definitely miss every little thing here, every detail, every memory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's just hope for the best."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so, I'm really migrating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm really sorry this is so sudden.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it probably is time to tell everyone about where I'm migrating to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plans have been made already, for quite some time, apparently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so, I'm migrating&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br 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life with here...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not Australia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You might just wanna click &lt;a href="http://dannylovesdicky.livejournal.com/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're not on Candid Camera. I'm really migrating, just not overseas. Now, think about all that I've said. It might make sense to you. It should.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sooooo sorry. :/ You're probably going to hate me sooo damn much now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25058078-880018936029431096?l=jazzicalfarts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jazzicalfarts.blogspot.com/feeds/880018936029431096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25058078&amp;postID=880018936029431096' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25058078/posts/default/880018936029431096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25058078/posts/default/880018936029431096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jazzicalfarts.blogspot.com/2008/01/countdown.html' title=''/><author><name>jazzicalfarter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18353506274906491605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25058078.post-6314891960545787571</id><published>2007-12-31T20:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-31T20:42:48.506+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Second Out of the Three</title><content type='html'>Well hello, and this is the second installment of my three New Year's Eve posts, the next one would be on New Year's Day, but let's consider it as New Year's Eve's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maxine's tea party was absolutely FABULOUS! :D Would you like a cup of tea? Lol! It was enjoyable when we were enjoying the high end of life, the after retiring years of us in 50 years to come. Haha. Slow paced life, sipping tea, eating waffles, tuning in to French music, telling stories, no singing because our ears are fragile, giggling and not laughing out loud, speaking with an accent and absolutely making singlish sound very weird, etc. Lol! And Maxine got me a pair of flats for Christmas!! :D :D :D *speaks in British accent* Thank you very much darling, it was very nice of you. HAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now, everyone is basically preparing for the picnic which we are going to have at the countdown. Lol! We are going to be eating non-stop, chatting, maybe reminiscence about 2007. And am I not surprised if we start talking about Hawaii. Haha. Well, if you happen to walk pass the bridge seeing people sitting and eating cup noodles, you might want to say hi, for it might be us! Us being Clarissa, Maxine, Weelyn, Eunice, Farah and me, and possibly Weelyn's invisible friend-thing, Maxine's Billy Bob, Nancy and Mary (showing up on behalf of Jo), and Danny Dick! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for now, as we say goodbye to two oh oh seven, you might want to watch one of these videos, just for the fun of it. No, you must! See, I'm so nice to actually give you so many options... Here goes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Video #1: If you're looking for the Original people who came up with this awesomely wonderful song of all ages, to say goodbye, here goes... They are named "Steam". People have commented for this video, stating that they apparently seem to be lip syncing here, and saying how difficult is it to go NA NA NA NA. Lol!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Video #2: If you're looking for some disco like sound, for some oldie sounding thing, try the Bananarama and their somewhat successful cover...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Video #3: If you do prefer to stay in the current time, and not go back to hear the oldies, you might want to try watching this...it's quite nice actually. Boys a cappella-ing! Includes beatboxing. Lol!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Video #4: If you prefer cheesy moves but good entertainment nonetheless, and girls a cappella-ing, and a certain girl clapping out of beat, then this would do just for you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Video #5: And the last but not least, for my fellow sadistic and gory friends, those who have a sense of humour, you might want to watch this. HAHA. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here's presenting..."Na Na Hey Hey Kiss Him Goodbye" originally by Steam. For covers, people changed it to 'Her'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Video #1:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/dwnqqj5Q1BU&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/dwnqqj5Q1BU&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Video #2:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/VF2XN4GMsY8&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/VF2XN4GMsY8&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Video #3:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/-VWvEjlP6k8&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/-VWvEjlP6k8&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Video #4:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/iCLtQH1TCoY&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/iCLtQH1TCoY&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Video #5:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/y6oAUQRSol8&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/y6oAUQRSol8&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With that, all the best for your new year! :D xoxo, Mrs Cullum!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25058078-6314891960545787571?l=jazzicalfarts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jazzicalfarts.blogspot.com/feeds/6314891960545787571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25058078&amp;postID=6314891960545787571' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25058078/posts/default/6314891960545787571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25058078/posts/default/6314891960545787571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jazzicalfarts.blogspot.com/2007/12/second-out-of-three.html' title='Second Out of the Three'/><author><name>jazzicalfarter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18353506274906491605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25058078.post-7085113753145300475</id><published>2007-12-31T13:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-31T14:01:28.157+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Enjoy the Last Day of 2007</title><content type='html'>The last entry was on 26th Dec, and now that it's 31st Dec, a billion things have taken place. I shall try to summarize all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27th Dec, Thurs&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes, I amazingly woke up with a simple call from Eunice, at the unearthly hour of 11am. HC, Eunice and I headed to the gym and had encounters with weirdos. There was a man who was staring at Eunice cause he wanted to use the machine/equipment she was working out with, and Eunice claims he was staring at her. He could have pretty much go work out elsewhere instead of rudely standing there and staring. Weirdo #1. Weirdo #2 is a guy who was forcing himself to do weights sort of thing, the machine thingy. Well, his face was like...those you would have when you constipate? And after he finished his workout, his hands would ache, and he'd like do the bending of hand thingy. Lol! All 3 of us, we were laughing at him. I gave the two a shock when I stood on the weighing scale and it showed 40 kg. Lol! If only.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Headed for Mani and Pedi, oh and claim cab fare from TIMES, which sadly is not in yet, :( and met Weelyn to go get the job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28th Dec, Friday&lt;br /&gt;It was simply, the preparation of the ABNIA Sweet Sixteen Bash thing. It was pretty enjoyable and we were rather worried they'd kill us. HAHA. Weelyn was smart enough to bring Kieran along and torture us with his playfulness and all. Thank God for Jo for being an awesome big bully to the small bully. LOL! :D Stayed till 11 plus at Jo's house despite having work the next day at 7, and having to get up at 5. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29th Dec, Saturday&lt;br /&gt;Just as much as I would wish to say that work was hard core boredom as it was on the first day, I simply can't. Because it was non-stop of calls. Call after call after call. I was on the verge of pulling my hair out, especially when there's 4 phones, 3 people and only 2 computers to check the info from. And with every call that comes in, it usually starts with a long winded complain about how the machine is not user-friendly, and we'd have to apologise continuously for the caller to get the hint that we are just here to assist him/her and provide him/her with the neccessary info. I have repeatedly told stories from work to all my friends, mom and all, that I'm too lazy to repeat them again, unless I'd feel like it. You'd meet all sorts of people in my job. One of my colleague (he's gay) and I, we were sort of made to write an apology letter to a caller for not knowing our work. And the thing is that I didn't even talk to that fella and made him pissed la. I was just unlucky to be the last person to handle him after the other two tried to help him. But heck, cause we don't have his address, how to send him the letter. Big time effer. And it was all due to the lack of computers and the fact that none of us knew the capital of Cambodia. But now I do, it's Phnom Penh. *rolls eyes* And can you believe it, my colleague for that day, she asked me what's US and what's UK, and if there was any difference between it. RIGHT. Ok, and they asked me how come I know so much bout countries, and how was I supposed to answer that question? Like it's obviously general info, and so I just came up with a reason which goes like..."Oh, watch the Amazing Race..." Ok, right. But seriously, the system we're dealing with, is completely dumb. If I were the caller, I'd get pissed as well, so...OH WELL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then met up with the rest of the Bandits and one Drama-mama, namely Jo, Clarissa, Weelyn, Maxine and Ethel for the ABNIA party. I don't like ABNIA, why? Firstly, it's the 3 bucks, entry fee to Sentosa *rolls eyes* THEN, it's the stairs up to Costa Sands. And we were lugging their presents, ICE, and all. *ROAR!* HAHA. Well, nonetheless, the party was pretty awesome and they loved their presents! :D I totally loved how Abi took forever to upwrap her present. The amount of time she took to unwrap her present, is definitely not equivalent to the time I took to wrap it. I took about like 5 mins? Quite fast I know. HAHAHA. And Sonia was surprised by the amount of oranges she has seen. HAHA. Happy Sweet Sixteen to both of you by the way! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So by the end of 29th, my throat was at the verge of bleeding by committing suicide, and we left early (sort of), at least we drank a shot each. And I faked a knock out. HAHA. From drinking what? Breezer. *rolls eyes* HAHA. I was totally bullied at the party.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30th Dec, Sunday&lt;br /&gt;I came back and had to do research on every capital of the every country, do my homework in fear of fussy callers. So, with the help of my mom, I spent 45 mins googling every country and all. So I awoke at 5 yet again, and went for work. Guess what. Unlike the day before, there were no calls. And the thing is that the previous shift had no calls as well. So we decided to try to experiment with the system again. And it was totally screwed, we couldn't even get through to ourselves. So, we decided to report and we found out that they've shifted to the old system, so we wouldn't be receiving any calls for the day. So once again, 8 hours of stoning. That I resorted to getting 2 magazines to entertain ourselves. And the only topic we would get ourselves surprisingly interested in would be of the gay colleague I worked with, who wasn't on that shift la. I feel so mean. :/ Well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today's New Year's Eve. And I've no reflection of 2007  or reminiscing done, though I would love to but I'm really exhausted. Gonna head over to Maxine's then Countdown. So, I'll be working on New Year's Day, followed by the day after, and the day after would be the training for another job. *rolls eyes* At least, we don't have any homework to complete because our dearest juniors are jet set packed for school. Lol! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy New Year Everyone! With Every Bit of Love from the Cullums! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25058078-7085113753145300475?l=jazzicalfarts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jazzicalfarts.blogspot.com/feeds/7085113753145300475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25058078&amp;postID=7085113753145300475' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25058078/posts/default/7085113753145300475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25058078/posts/default/7085113753145300475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jazzicalfarts.blogspot.com/2007/12/enjoy-last-day-of-2007.html' title='Enjoy the Last Day of 2007'/><author><name>jazzicalfarter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18353506274906491605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25058078.post-8895014622258848458</id><published>2007-12-26T23:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-26T23:29:47.414+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hard Core</title><content type='html'>Hard Core, is exactly how you would describe my first day of work at my new work place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hard Core slacking.&lt;br /&gt;Hard Core stoning.&lt;br /&gt;Hard Core chatting (3 hours straight).&lt;br /&gt;Hard Core sleeping.&lt;br /&gt;Hard Core stoning.&lt;br /&gt;Hard Core everything.&lt;br /&gt;Hard Core 'no calls'.&lt;br /&gt;Hard Core earning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I barely slept for 2 hours because I forced myself to sleep at 1 plus, because Weelyn forced me to as well. And woke up at 5 for work. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I'm still surviving on the same pair of contacts, and still awake, alive and kicking.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you ask me if work is good, I'd tell you, "Not really" because in true fact, to force yourself to stone, is indeed extremely tough. Trust me, I'd rather get paid to force myself to study. Anyway, being paid to stone and slack is rather rare. If only they did so when I was studying for my Os. I'll be a hard core millionaire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ACS Concert was quite good. Much better than the other at VCH. Haha. :D But I didn't see... *censored* :( And, I kind of fell asleep, because they kept repeating Christmas carols.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week is gonna be damn hard core. I learnt the term 'hard core' from a hard corer who is working with me. Lol. Tmr will be hard core revitalization.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes, Happy Boxing Day everyone, especially Weelyn!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Alright, so it's confirm. I'm migrating.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;This Christmas is probably the last one I'm spending here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I'll be away to somewhere which apparently many people have migrated to as well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I hope I can adapt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I will definitely miss every little thing here, every detail, every memory.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Let's just hope for the best.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25058078-8895014622258848458?l=jazzicalfarts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jazzicalfarts.blogspot.com/feeds/8895014622258848458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25058078&amp;postID=8895014622258848458' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25058078/posts/default/8895014622258848458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25058078/posts/default/8895014622258848458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jazzicalfarts.blogspot.com/2007/12/hard-core.html' title='Hard Core'/><author><name>jazzicalfarter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18353506274906491605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25058078.post-4827783690366360507</id><published>2007-12-26T00:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-26T00:19:47.107+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Greatest Day of My Life</title><content type='html'>The Greatest Day of my life, is definitely 29th October. Or 25th December. When Christ was born.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NEVER ever ever will it be, 24th December. Because it's quite a tragic day, for Eve was born. HAHAHAHAHA.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25058078-4827783690366360507?l=jazzicalfarts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jazzicalfarts.blogspot.com/feeds/4827783690366360507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25058078&amp;postID=4827783690366360507' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25058078/posts/default/4827783690366360507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25058078/posts/default/4827783690366360507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jazzicalfarts.blogspot.com/2007/12/greatest-day-of-my-life.html' title='The Greatest Day of My Life'/><author><name>jazzicalfarter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18353506274906491605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25058078.post-4885244681363035822</id><published>2007-12-24T20:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-24T20:22:46.681+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Advertisements with a Great sense of humour</title><content type='html'>Great with a CAPITAL G.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just heard an advertisement on the radio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the one where the woman goes on and on about how she misses O levels. How she enjoyed herself after Os, going to the movies, etc. So, I start to think it's probably about how she enjoyed herself too much, she didn't know where to go after her results. So, they're probably trying to advertise an open house for some institute, maybe. She goes on about how she wished she could go back to her Secondary school days...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ever wished you could go back to Secondary school? Now you can!..." somewhere along those lines. And the next line had the word teacher in it. It was like..."Be a teacher in a Secondary school!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PROPAGANDA ALERT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The whole advertisement was about being a teacher, teaching O level subjects, like Music, Art, etc. apparently. What a good way to capture attention. And to think I actually listened to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*I do believe in retribution. I kind of think, that I'll probably end up being a teacher.*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm kind of still struggling with the cards, but at least I'm done with the presents for close friends. That's because I spent a day by myself shopping, walking from one mall/place to another (e.g. Bras Basah to Raffles City to The Central then to Marina) to hunt down for what I wanted. So, I truly apologise if your gift from the Cullums arrives later than expected. I didn't know the Cullums had THIS many associates. Lol!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, Merry Christmas to All! :D Hope you're having a good one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With Love, the Cullums! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25058078-4885244681363035822?l=jazzicalfarts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jazzicalfarts.blogspot.com/feeds/4885244681363035822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25058078&amp;postID=4885244681363035822' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25058078/posts/default/4885244681363035822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25058078/posts/default/4885244681363035822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jazzicalfarts.blogspot.com/2007/12/advertisements-with-great-sense-of.html' title='Advertisements with a Great sense of humour'/><author><name>jazzicalfarter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18353506274906491605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25058078.post-8555748443579929228</id><published>2007-12-20T01:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-20T02:40:21.020+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Spasm Attack!</title><content type='html'>I cannot, believe at all at how I screamed "I Love New York" after Eve screamed "WATAH!" at Bugis' Water Fountain, in front of a million people. Too spastic! I spent the evening/night with Eve teasing me about my duper small eyes, and then she took really unglam peeks of me, and got piggy-backed in public at Bugis Junction, and got sprayed by water at the Water Fountain, by some kid. I told you I don't go well with children. But in all, it was good fun, with Weelyn and Jo laughing at everything and Weelyn going TSK the whole entire time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realise, when I'm out with Eve, I get dared a million gazillion times.&lt;br /&gt;1st dare: We saw this couple, man had hand round the woman's waist, woman had hand on man's ass. Eve dared me to go to them (I forgot who) and say "I think you should shout molest." or say out loud "Eh, stop arousing each other la!" Lol!&lt;br /&gt;2nd dare: Let her piggy back me all the way through Bugis Junction, from Sketches to Macs. Nooo way! HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;3rd dare: The Water Fountain "WATAH I LOVE NEW YORK" dare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go to &lt;a href="http://goldensilence-.blogspot.com/"&gt;Eve&lt;/a&gt;'s blog for the peeks and for the funny incident involving the two bangalas we met on the street.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The concert was good, though the people who turned up weren't that many.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did mention that I wanted to juggle two jobs. The first job place called me up in the afternoon and I accepted the job. Got home, slept for an hour, and the second job place called me up, (at night) and I had to reluctantly reject the second job. My mom didn't allow and Weelyn said I shouldn't go for it because of the pathetic pay. But I wanted the experience, and it'd be such an enjoyable environment to work in, but I had to turn it down, and it totally sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got a call from our dearest friend, Anne in the Philipines, and the greeting was something like...&lt;br /&gt;Me: Hello...?&lt;br /&gt;Anne: Hello!&lt;br /&gt;Me: Who's this?&lt;br /&gt;Anne: Anne...&lt;br /&gt;Me: And you're in the Philipines...&lt;br /&gt;Anne: Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;Me: So, am I paying for this?!&lt;br /&gt;LOL! So...unwelcoming. HAHA. Well, we talked for 18 mins before she had to go and I asked "Where to..." and made her think I thought literally. But no, I didn't! She asked bout the N level results which I had absolutely NO clue about, and she told me about Jamie Lynn Spears being pregnant, I told her bout Hady winning Asian Idol and how Jodie Foster is a lesbian, and somehow, we ended up talking about Os and the results. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm currently stressing over what to wear for the training this friday, and Maxine and I have decided that I shall help her find a job and she'll help me with my clothes, because my mom insists I go get some formal clothes for my job. :( Wasting money to go work, makes absolutely no sense at all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry to interrupt, but I can't see the stupid cursor on this space I'm typing. Sucks man! :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall blog about my birthday, possibly tmr. Let's hope so. So for now, have yourself a good public holiday! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25058078-8555748443579929228?l=jazzicalfarts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jazzicalfarts.blogspot.com/feeds/8555748443579929228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25058078&amp;postID=8555748443579929228' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25058078/posts/default/8555748443579929228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25058078/posts/default/8555748443579929228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jazzicalfarts.blogspot.com/2007/12/spasm-attack.html' title='Spasm Attack!'/><author><name>jazzicalfarter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18353506274906491605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25058078.post-439497000694401176</id><published>2007-12-18T20:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-18T20:39:59.225+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Analogy of My Mom</title><content type='html'>I got the job!&lt;br /&gt;I got the job!&lt;br /&gt;I got the job!&lt;br /&gt;I got the job!&lt;br /&gt;I got the job!&lt;br /&gt;So did Weelyn!&lt;br /&gt;So did Weelyn!&lt;br /&gt;So did Weelyn!&lt;br /&gt;So did Weelyn!&lt;br /&gt;So did Weelyn!&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a less-than-a-minute interview, and there were approximately 50 people vying for 18 positions. People were all dressed up pretty formally. Why? Because the woman said "No jeans, no round neck tees, etc." It's like, "So formal for what?! For a less than a minute interview? RIGHT." I prayed damn hard during the day, because I desperately wanted this job! And I got it, and so did Weelyn! Because our dear friend, was telling me she might not get it, but she did! I'm just hoping the people we're gonna work with will be nice. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met Farah, Clarissa and Eunice to go get another job, a 2-day one. It's rather pathetic, but you could do with a little more cash! :D Before I can even start on that PROPER job, I've started spending. :/ We've walked a million miles in total, that my heels are really painful, and I was merely wearing flats. Goodness. Yes, I do admit that I spent quite a lot. But they were all bargain goods! :D I think I've pretty much improved on my shopping. Thanks to Farah, and somewhat of Weelyn for making me discover the "beauty" of Bugis Street. It IS rather gross, hot, sticky, etc, but it has the cheapest shit ever. I bought 4 shirts for 40 bucks, each 10 bucks. And the thing is, with that 40 bucks, I USED to be able to only get one shirt, one Paul Frank tee. HA! See the dff. And plus, the 4 shirts I got, are pretty much those stonewashed ones. So, even better!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must thank Weelyn for being such a kind friend. First, she called me somewhat non-stop in the morning to make sure I was awake, and not late for the interview, and I didn't even tell her to call. Then, she risked getting shouted at by my brother, by calling my house phone. And woke Clarissa up to get my mom's number, so she could call my mom for help. But, when she called Clarissa, I called her back. And Clarissa was pretty pissed, because she was still asleep. Lol! Then, she braved the heat of Bugis Street, and help on to my bag which weighs a ton, and other shopping stuff, and waited pretty patiently, in her long sleeved black shirt. Wa, seriously, she's too nice to be true. Quite hard to believe. Lol!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here comes the weirdest analogy I've pretty much come across. It's about me and my clothes. Here goes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;When I bring home a pair of Levi's and show it to my mom, she won't ask much, but only for the price, which would be over a 150 or so. Other than the price, she wouldn't say anything else. BUT. When I tell her I bought a pair of skinnies from Bugis Street for 35 bucks (but I don't use the term 'skinnies' for she knows not what skinnies are), she scolds me, and asks me why didn't I buy my jeans like from Giordano (which I pretty much dislike).&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Seriously, did that make any sense to you, because it sure didn't make any to me. If I get something expensive, she keeps silent, but when I get something cheap, she scolds me. Oh my.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went for Confession yesterday, and I've been trying to be nice, to not sin, to not say vulgarities, and to not be racist. Farah, see, I'm still quite successful eh, I've yet to say THAT word. HA! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Congrats to Eunice and Farah on their last day of work!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today has been one good day for me, except the discovery of the weirdest analogy and I hope the N level results were good, because it'd be our turn soon. :/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25058078-439497000694401176?l=jazzicalfarts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jazzicalfarts.blogspot.com/feeds/439497000694401176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25058078&amp;postID=439497000694401176' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25058078/posts/default/439497000694401176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25058078/posts/default/439497000694401176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jazzicalfarts.blogspot.com/2007/12/analogy-of-my-mom.html' title='The Analogy of My Mom'/><author><name>jazzicalfarter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18353506274906491605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25058078.post-7102331646732289190</id><published>2007-12-17T00:28:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-17T01:13:54.613+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Eve Makes Me Sick :/</title><content type='html'>HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New word Eve came up with today...USHER-ER. HA. HA. HAHAHAHAH! She's so far-neh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you think putting Eve and a whole bunch of us Bandits would be rather weird, it wasn't too bad. Because just as I expected, there'd only be two common things between Eve and the rest.&lt;br /&gt;1 Band&lt;br /&gt;2 Suaning me, me and Weelyn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The concert was rather, oh-kay. Weelyn stated if that amount of people turned up for our concert, she'd cry. That's pretty much how bad it was. Hmmm, like 7 JCs didn't take part? Well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was "go hunt down the places we called up" for jobs. I'm hoping I get 2 jobs, so I can juggle both and get the fuck shit money out of both. But I'm rather doubting my ability of getting both. Oh well. Er yeah, we did get down to the Central, and I did mention it was lame and boring, but we had no choice. Weelyn then had a brilliant idea of taking the shuttle bus, ok, I did ask her to get on the bus, BUT, the thing is it took 38 mins for us to get from the Central to City Hall, because we 'toured' around Orchard Road in the bus. Even walking to City Hall from Clarke Quay would be much duper faster. So, as we had that rather quick tour in Orchard, we began to awe at all the houses in town. Yes, I'm gonna grow up and own one of those type of houses. And we were thinking about life, and Weelyn told me a chinese saying (which I obviously didn't understand) but it was about how extreme lives can get. Imagine. Singapore is so fucking small, yet the high end is extremely different from the low end. Imagine us, people who live in HDBs, are in awe when we look at the houses in Orchard, but do those living in Orchard get amaze at the 'simplicity' or should I say, the togetherness of HDBs? I doubt so. This is as to how different lives can get. But I still chose to believe each end are to only a certain advantage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I stay in Orchard, I will definitely be bored to my wits, at a certain point of time, and how often do these high enders get to enjoy hawker centre food and the buzz of the crowd (excluding those of shopping malls)? If I stay in a HDB, and lead a simple life, how often would I get to enjoy having parties, like real parties, because we're so darn restricted in a HDB flat? Or, how often would I get to fly overseas and enjoy my entire life in the materialistic world. Who knows, (I did read in the papers once before), that a hawker can be a millionaire or something... Seriously, that'd be the best situation to be in. You'd get the best of both worlds. Back to reality, we were made who we are, for a simple reason which we might not know now, but we will eventually know as life proceeds. You see, this is what happens when you get long bus rides.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Class gathering yesterday was pathetic but it was still good company. I would say I prefer Blk 85 compared to ECP's hawker centre. If I'm smart, I wouldn't open a satay stall there. How Abi, Dode and Jessie got bombarded by Satay stalls before they even got a seat was hilarious, and their solution, was even more intelligent. 10 sticks from each stall. Total, 3 stalls, 30 satays. Everyone was laughing at how I got a tiny coconut compared to others' HUGE ones for the same price. So Dode kindly got me another coconut, when I wanted sugar cane juice, and I forced myself to finish the entire thing, and had to suffer by holding my bladder, while the others played Truth or Dare by the beach. Oh and 'Would You Rather...' Most 'Would You Rather' were compared to Dode. There was one like "Would you rather get stuck in the desert with Audrey or Weelyn?" (I think it was Weelyn), and Maxine and Clarissa said Audrey, not till I started randomly throwing sand and shouted "Eh! Sand Storm!" and Maxine immediately changed her mind. HAHA! We were planning on attempting to have another gathering, but Abi keeps emphasizing that only she and Jessie would turn up. How can that be, when the Bandits makes up about 1/4 of the class? HA! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, today, I actually did speed shopping with my mom. And for the first time, I did not lose my temper. I usually lose my temper when I'm out with my mom, I don't know why. But that's always the case, and so, I managed to successfully walk into m)phosis and come out with a bag! :D In less than 15 mins. Power. I've yet to go get a huge bag (possibly vintage looking) and a new hoodie. Because I seriously hate the whole "Love at First Sight" thing when you go shopping and don't buy a bag. Seriously seriously hate it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joke of the Century: I dreamt that Indian Idol won Asian Idol, but...I found out Hady won. Seriously...WOW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gonna send JiaNing off in the morning, followed by Skinnies/Shorties shopping in Bugis, and then Gay Brothers Gathering (Kieran and Ervin, and impossibly Adrian, LOL!) at Weelyn's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess what! I'm one-hundred-and-fifty-bucks RICHER! :D Shiok ah. All the money, apparently seems to come in only after Christmas. That's the sad part.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25058078-7102331646732289190?l=jazzicalfarts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jazzicalfarts.blogspot.com/feeds/7102331646732289190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25058078&amp;postID=7102331646732289190' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25058078/posts/default/7102331646732289190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25058078/posts/default/7102331646732289190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jazzicalfarts.blogspot.com/2007/12/eve-makes-me-sick.html' title='Eve Makes Me Sick :/'/><author><name>jazzicalfarter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18353506274906491605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25058078.post-4364009860324318916</id><published>2007-12-16T01:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-16T01:24:19.940+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Treasuring Every Moment</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Honestly Fuck.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;How do I leave without missing a thing or anyone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I think it's for real. I don't wanna go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;When I'm enjoying every moment spent, I am forced to let go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Fuckshit. Fuckadoo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Will you miss me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25058078-4364009860324318916?l=jazzicalfarts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jazzicalfarts.blogspot.com/feeds/4364009860324318916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25058078&amp;postID=4364009860324318916' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25058078/posts/default/4364009860324318916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25058078/posts/default/4364009860324318916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jazzicalfarts.blogspot.com/2007/12/treasuring-every-moment.html' title='Treasuring Every Moment'/><author><name>jazzicalfarter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18353506274906491605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25058078.post-3030518820075689689</id><published>2007-12-15T01:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-15T02:22:12.917+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthday Bashes, Failed Surprises and Bad Habits</title><content type='html'>Too Busy to be true, with so many darn things taking place, life has been too awesome. But I do get to still stone in bus rides, and to be honest, I hate stoning. Because, when you stone, you think of many things, and when you think of things/life, I would usually think of...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, so moving on. What have I been up to...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ethel's Superbly PINK Sweet Sixteen cum Slumber Party&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was incredibly Pink I have to admit, and I cannot agree any much further with &lt;a href="http://summerloveeee.livejournal.com/15198.html#cutid1"&gt;Weelyn's post&lt;/a&gt;. It pretty much summarises up everything. I am very sure I had one hell of an awesome time. Made a total fool out of ourselves, and yet enjoyed every single minute to the fullest. Ethel, hoped you had a blast, and love our present, oh yes, and me as well, as your present! HAHA. And thanks a million for the fabulous time spent. The slumber party was totally very slumberish. Maxine did my nails, which we played Pictionary, and that was when Weelyn asked me if Goofy is a name or an animal. For those who have their IQ to be of her standard, Goofy is a dog. Pranked call our dearest beloved Cindy to wish her Happy Birthday and she was rather surprised I suppose. And watched only 2 movies out of the million we picked out, that'd be HOMERUN (I wonder why...), and Bend It Like Beckham. Oh goodness. And both movies were quite long. HA. I was duper tired. It's the first sleepover, we all slept like at the same time or sort of. I think Ethel's brother is adorable! He willingly took a picture with me. I bet I had that natural charm la. HAHAHA. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cindy's Birthday Celebration&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Bugis with Weelyn after Ethel's Party to go celebrate Cindy's Birthday at Billy Bombers. I was paying for her BARNEY balloon when she kind of caught us red handed, total shibai. :/ Our birthday surprises are seriously getting from bad to worse. Then, the brownie from Billy Bombers which was also supposed to be a surprise, totally failed as well. Piang. But, Cindy I hoped you enjoyed the dinner! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both were filled with too much laughter that I think I've increased my life expectancy by twice it had been. HA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Friday, Weelyn and I were planning on going job hunting, sort of. We were supposed to meet at 1230, but we ended up meeting at 2 plus, or is it 3? Oh. Wait. It's 330pm. Lol! I foolishly bought myself a LARGE, mega humongous Caramel Hot Choc from SB, and I had to force myself to not waste money while we called up a gazillion places, and cracked our brains to decide which job offers to take. I have to say, it actually can be quite fun. :) Proceeded on to Clarissa's house for Christmas dinner, which was YUM! and watched my bangala friend perform in Asian Idol, and then joined in with the Christmas Carolling! Oh, how Christmassy! :D I totally loveee the quality time spent with such company, especially when we sit down together, put junk into our mouth and watch teeeveeee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were using the computer halfway, and we were all REED-ing someone's blog when...I realised, that I was reading very slooooowly, as compared to the others. And I was pretty much wondering why I was reading THAT slowly. So, when I got hold of the mouse, I kind of starting highlighting all the words and started reading at a much faster pace. And that was when I realised...that...I have this really bad habit of highlighting, constantly highlighting, constantly playing with the words and highlighting them when I read. It's pretty irritating when you seeme do that, as Eunice claimed. I don't know how to correct this. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While the rest were doing manicure and all, Cindy, Jo and I were playing a fool looking at gay and lesbian websites, (not literally), and we were experimenting with the Love Calculator shit. Oh my, I think we're so deprived. We were being so duper amused, when we entered a couple's name and it appeared as 99% compatible, we couldn't stop laughing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all, I really enjoyed myself with all the friends I've wisely chose to spend my time with, and all the fun and laughter gone into all the activities done, I must say that I think life has been quite productive. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I kind of heard plans, that I might be migrating...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25058078-3030518820075689689?l=jazzicalfarts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jazzicalfarts.blogspot.com/feeds/3030518820075689689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25058078&amp;postID=3030518820075689689' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25058078/posts/default/3030518820075689689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25058078/posts/default/3030518820075689689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jazzicalfarts.blogspot.com/2007/12/birthday-bashes-failed-surprises-and.html' title='Birthday Bashes, Failed Surprises and Bad Habits'/><author><name>jazzicalfarter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18353506274906491605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25058078.post-1411628407866163372</id><published>2007-12-11T22:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-11T23:17:16.589+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Limited Edition!</title><content type='html'>When I find out that something is in limited stock, I tend to want that thing pretty badly, and out of desperation, I'd usually get it. That happens when my brain is too filled with wanting to stand out. Let's see. I have two pairs of converse which are limited edition, and yet I don't wear them as often as I wear my other pairs. I think I've answered how many pairs of Converse I have. I have no Conversations though, Farah. Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walked into Levi's at The Heerans, hoping to have some pair of jeans catch my attention, but guess which pair did. The ones I were wearing. Seriously. The ones which has the my pretty name on it! :D It's the whole "Oh, this looks nice. *checks price* *Looks inside.* Oh. I have this." HAHA. Sometimes, I feel a fool like Weelyn. Lol! Just kidding. Nah, but this really awesome looking jacket caught my eyes. It has a fabulous design on the back, and it's turqoise in colour. Guess what's the best part! The price is marked down from a 100 to 79! :D:D:D:D:D! But, it's either in S or M. I never wear tight jackets. They don't look cool. So I asked for a larger size, but NOOOOOOO, it's apparently Limited Edition, so I have no chance of getting that. I walked out, feeling rather frustrated. Very. I was so desperate that I almost wanted to get an M, just for the sake of getting it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Section Outing yesterday was funness! I'm definitely gonna miss JiaNing, and her quirky-ness, her craziness and not forgetting, her foolishnesss! She totally made a fool out of herself, and us, at points when she'd go laughing soooo darn loudly. She was the one who accompanied me to learn how to skate, cause she didn't know how to. She helped me bombard KT's cam with a gazillion unglam shots of me, me, and the section. HAHA. She just kept snapping away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, who's brilliant idea was it to go Ice Skating huh?! Cindy and Josephine, and apparently Sandra who didn't turn up!! Cindy and Jo, volunteered to teach me, er, yes, they did, not till I slammed both into outer space, then did they fear the Almighty Audrey. I'm truly sorry. HA. But I didn't suggest this idea. I have made the conclusion, that I can't skate for nuts, because I have one spastic leg, apparently the left one. I bring everyone who's holding my hand, down, to the ground. And, it's better if I just go for proper lessons to skate first. Lol! Because, I now have 3 fucking blisters, and 1 blue black on my kneee. There's probably one on my bum but I've not noticed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dinner at Marche was aawesoommmeee!!! :D Cindy made her specialty sauce, and tried it. *Ew.* And, we cam-whored like nobody's business. We were laughing at every small little thing. Let's take for example, when KT mentioned that Elena's eyes were small in a pretty pervertic tone, when Elena goes HUH reeally loudly when she doesn't hear what we say, how KT's voice can be so damn high, so we started imitating her and how she goes "Come, *so and so*, I take picture with you." Oh my. She really hasn't changed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time spent with my dearest section, can never ever go wrong. It can only be fun, very fun, or extremely fun. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally gotten all the Christmas cards going, and with messages being sent out, asking for addresses, all replies were filled with "Audrey, you're so funny.", or along those lines. Yes, I always am. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel damn hopeless without a job now. Seriously. I'm desperate but not so desperate, because if I'm damn fucking desperate, I'd be doing telemarketing now, which is a fuck NO. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25058078-1411628407866163372?l=jazzicalfarts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jazzicalfarts.blogspot.com/feeds/1411628407866163372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25058078&amp;postID=1411628407866163372' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25058078/posts/default/1411628407866163372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25058078/posts/default/1411628407866163372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jazzicalfarts.blogspot.com/2007/12/limited-edition.html' title='Limited Edition!'/><author><name>jazzicalfarter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18353506274906491605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25058078.post-1100210451322510349</id><published>2007-12-08T16:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-08T17:42:31.801+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This week has passed by as fast as how Eunice changes her targets. :/ I can't even remember the many things which took place but I'll try.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, my work finally ended on Thurs. Yes, I was working at Times. It was rather repetitive, and I figured that if I do not get Starbucks before work, I save a lot. So, I changed from Starbucks to orange juice and that made a big difference, because my house is apparently stocked up with a whole lot of bottles of orange juice. After working with 1064 ++ books, yes I counted, (to be exact, taking off their tags and retagging them), I'm pretty sick of books now. First day, we had to do the management and business section, and it's like, wtf. It's quite interesting to see how people actually do write stupid books. There were books on how to destroy your life, and there's actually a book on how Starbucks saved a life. Like, oh-kay. Last day, was finally fiction. So I did my work really slowly because if we finished early, we only get paid the hours we work. So, strategy was to read the back of the book while peeling off the tag, and sure did I find a few new books to target for. Oh yes, there was once we just had to arrange the books. I went to the sex section, while Weelyn and HC went to the pregnancy section. I didn't know that such books existed. There was one on like 365 days of sex. That person must then be a marathon runner, extremely power-ed stamina. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So on thursday, Cindy, Weelyn and I went out instead of going home to rest before our work, because I was afraid if I went home to sleep, I wouldn't wake up, and Weelyn's apparently too lazy. Went to wherever, then went shopping, sort of. We tormented Cindy by going to Flash n Splash and letting her sit there, holding our bags and letting her people watch, given the fact that the people there were extremely weird. China people, Japanese tourists, Angmoh mad cow (seriously), and etc. Then HC told me it was free Starbucks day, so obviously we dashed towards SB. I still remember last year when it was the Free Starbucks Day, before that I was persuading the whole gang to follow me to Kino to get a mag with was it FOB or Jamie on it, and no one wanted to go, moreover giving all sorts of reasons, saying want to go home early whatever. And just as we were at the junction, we heard "Free Starbucks Drink" and everyone went there immediately. So tsking la. The outlet, at Orchard Park Hotel I think, was duper noisy, and Weelyn and I were hoping to catch some sleep, but obviously I couldn't. Weelyn did so, though. Cindy and I wanted to kill her tamagochi, but fortunately, it died of a natural death yesterday. Is it considered natural, cause Weelyn left it to starve? Hmmm. Had dinner at Pepper Lunch, and...guess who we saw! We saw...WenLong, aka, Robbie (or however it's spelt)! Lol! Oh man. Cindy noticed, and then it was hilarious. Oh wait. Before that, all 3 of us were walking along the streets of Orchard Road, and then...guess what happened! I was as usual, talking about the lightings and all, how we can take a picture blah blah blah, etc, and then Weelyn went "Hi!" and then I looked up, and I saw....SONA CHEW! EWWWWWW! HAHA. My first reaction was "Oh my God!" And then I hid behind Weelyn, and Sonia went "AUDREY!!!" and she attacked me just like any Transformer would have. It was baaaaadddd. Then I was like hiding. Then she stopped, and gave Weelyn then me a hug, and then...SHE ATTACKED ME AGAIN! This time, it was my hair. She totally tried to pull my hair, in the direction of how you would give someone a wedgie. Seriously. I had no idea what she was doing, and it was rather dark, I was too traumatised. HAHA. It was..."trauma to the extreme". :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, we had to meet up at CCPS before the performance and guess who was duper early, alongside with the Simeians? MRS CULLUM! Ah yes, and Farah was saying that when I'm early, everyone else is late, cause Weelyn, Eunice and Cindy were late. Best part is Eunice stays beside CCPS. Its just like how I stay near school and I'm always late. HA. Everyone was so predicting that I'll be late. HA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first performance in ages, yesterday, by the AB, was rather, a failure but we sounded not too bad, since we only had 3 pathetic practices. I hate nature performances. We only serve as background music. Seriously. There weren't even many people at that stupid tech-park or whatever shit. Sim would definitely make that her third home, I'm sure, placing after the roti prata shop as her second home, since her husband's indian. Anyway, the bus rides were hilarious. Games Galore. Especially the Where's the Peanut Game. I didn't know that our juniors were so, gu-dong, so deprived. Until now, they've yet to show us their 'down there'. Lol! Some comebacks were too awesome, that I almost choked on my food. It was funny how everyone was complaining that they were hungry, and then when we went up the bus, I told them, "Oh yeah, I have food in my bag!" They were all like TSK, now then say. And so, everyone was feasting on like one puff. So, beggar like. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Half the time, I was fooling around with the Djembe, and I started singing. We actually wanted to busk. Then Jo and Weelyn were like "Eh play a beat, then we like clap." They think I power like Mr Juraimi ah. WTH. So, I ended up singing, singing the Benny Lava and the thoompachaleh song, which the Indian Dance always uses. Then, we had this idea that whenever anyone passes by, I hit the Djembe duper loud, give them a shock. Target: Old Folks. Eunice la, so mean, encourage me somemore. HAHAHA. It was fucking hilarious. There was this old lady on the wheel chair, then they say, if I hit very loudly, later she get a shock, then she jump up, then she can walk already. Like, wtf. This is what happens when we get wet, and we become so brain dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Farah was being duper lame. We all realised that everyone (almost everyone) in band was wearing Converse, then they said something bout Jennifer's being fake Converse, and Farah said it was Converse-ation, as in Conversation. Like WTF, Farah. Then, the Djembe's skin was peeling and then she said, "Haiya so expensive, moisturizer only cost a few dollars, don't even want to put, obviously skin peel la!" OH MY GOODNESS. And the best part is she laughed hysterically while Eunice and I gave her the sweat drop look.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, had section outing, which was duper shibai, with only 4 people turning up, 1 pangsehed us, and then another came. HAHA. It was nonetheless, good company. We spent don't know how long sitting at the bus stop thinking of where to go, and everyone didn't wanna watch a movie cause it was a Friday, and so, I suggested going to Central, which was so...duperly boring. So much for being a 24 hours shopping centre. The place was like mostly made up of shops-in-the-making. And so, we spent half our time, watching kids trying to learn how to ice skate, and there was this girl who was trying to act pro, and Cindy found her so irritating she was cursing her to fall. If only Weelyn was there to make her fall. HAHA. And, so, I actually took a 7 minute video hoping to catch her falling, and she did. Cindy laughed duper loudly, that I was afraid later the mother come, and whack her la. So, Cindy, Sandra and Josephine, had this brilliant idea of having the next section outing to be Ice Skating. Then I gave Cindy the NOOOO! look, and she was like "But it's the same as roller blading what, OH!, I forgot somebody don't know how to roller blade." So, they're apparently gonna teach me, and I'm gonna look like a fool. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was supposed to meet HC to go watch the Violin Competition this morning, but, guessed who overslept. And I sort of pangsehed her. I feel so mean. :/ I slept for....16 hours. HAHA. It was definitely a duper good rest. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 more sleepover to come this week. Jenni's leaving for Germ-Land tmr, and Anne's leaving on 13th for Philipines. I'm leaving for Sentosa on 29th. HAHA. Power. Don't worry, I'll bring back sand for everyone!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25058078-1100210451322510349?l=jazzicalfarts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jazzicalfarts.blogspot.com/feeds/1100210451322510349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25058078&amp;postID=1100210451322510349' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25058078/posts/default/1100210451322510349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25058078/posts/default/1100210451322510349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jazzicalfarts.blogspot.com/2007/12/this-week-has-passed-by-as-fast-as-how.html' title=''/><author><name>jazzicalfarter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18353506274906491605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25058078.post-8827892759976839371</id><published>2007-12-07T23:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-07T23:52:54.205+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Guess what I've been down to these past few days...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sleeping 2 hours per day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thing is, I'm still alive and kicking. Won't die. HAHA. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Random Thought (result of too little sleep and still having to work)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"If a book is a No.1 Top Seller, and there are a million others out there stating the same, then who's the real No.1 Top Seller? Wouldn't that make everyone of the same standard, No.1?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25058078-8827892759976839371?l=jazzicalfarts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jazzicalfarts.blogspot.com/feeds/8827892759976839371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25058078&amp;postID=8827892759976839371' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25058078/posts/default/8827892759976839371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25058078/posts/default/8827892759976839371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jazzicalfarts.blogspot.com/2007/12/guess-what-ive-been-down-to-these-past.html' title=''/><author><name>jazzicalfarter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18353506274906491605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25058078.post-627791435086035819</id><published>2007-12-05T17:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-05T17:43:16.174+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sleepover at Clarissa's was goooooood! :D If I ever go upload my peektures, which I realised I have not ever since donkey years, then I'll post it up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were supposed to meet at 11, but yours truly woke up at...2? Moreover, I was woken up by a call from the rest, and then I went back to sleep even though I was supposed to go meet them. Then, next alarm was at 4, when they called again, and I then took half an hour to stone before I got bathing. Funny. I became the sucker to go get instant noodles for them, and looked like some useless idiot who was stocking up for war. They all got pretty excited during American Pie Band Camp, and were like "OH! Audrey! Come watch! I'm sure you love this part!" which was, obviously the making out part. Oh goodness. I'm a changed person, YEAH RIGHT. To be honest, I don't like that movie. It's so...fake. HA. But if you're really bored, then no choice. Lol. I was rather reluctant to go for the sleepover when Eunice told me they rented The Ring, The Eye, Scary Movie 4, etc. (basically all the horror movies), and to think I took her for real. In total, they actually watched a whole lot of movies, like 7 or 8. I only got to watch like 2 whole movies? HAHA. Oh, they were watching The Others, and it was pretty hilarious. Not till the stupid girl in the movie screamed and I screamed and everyone screamed. And the thing is, we didn't quite know what exactly happened. Eunice and HC's hands were victim of my hand's squeeze. HAHA. So fucking tight, but I don't care, who ask them to watch horror in the wee hours of the morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dinner was quite funny cause we decided to play "throw grapes into each other's mouth". So, I said "Clarissa your teeth is like 3/4 of your mouth when it's open. I can barely see the hole to your mouth." So when I threw, it literally and actually bounced off her teeth. Fucking hilarious. Then we played the number game, forfeit was to eat a 3 pieces of vegetables from the salad, one grape, and one cherry tomato with thousand island, all together. Only Jennifer did the forfeit. HAHA. Then, we had night walk through this really dark dark place, to send Maxine for her ballet, was really, spastic with us singing to kill our nightmarish images, and also, for the fun of it. Upon reaching the bus stop, we started singing like nobody's business, and it was then when we formed an all new acapella group called "The Bus Stop Band". Wa, fucking hilarious. The couple, aka, Eunice and Clarissa tried to scare me, but due to their failed attempt to keep it a secret I clung on to Jennifer, and in the end both of us became victims. And, thing is, I didn't have a huge reaction, so it kind of failed. But when the two idiots grabbed onto Jenni and my legs, Jenni jumped so fucking high that I had to jump with her. HAHAHA. It was damn hysterical.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was obviously the last one to turn in, and HC added that "To sleep when Audrey's awake is dangerous cause who knows what she can do..." Fishy fishy. HAHA. Yeah, pretty true. Only had two hours of sleep, and had tomyum instant noodles along side with Jolly shandy for breakfast, and was famn prepared to vomit during band practice in fact. Upon reaching CCPS, I started my infamous story telling, a story from CLEO, and then I bet everyone started getting so fucking horny la. Jennifer's always the victim to our bullying and sick thoughts. Poor child. Band practice was hilarious/spastic as it was the last time. HAHA. Quite enjoyable la. Cause we were all being wild for the first time, when other band practices is like silence. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After band practice, everyone was apparently so excited about shaker fries, treating it like some divine thing, and so we proceeded on to Macs at PayaLebar. I stoned at them eat, cause my brain juices were dying, not till we started reminiscing (sp?) about Hawaii, again. HAHA. So I dropped dead at home, when I was supposed to meet HC for dinner, but didn't. Best. HA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone's falling sick now. The scariest one is when Maxine was still alive and kicking yesterday yesterday but she got like 1 week MC from the docs yesterday. Scary. So please, do take care, people. Wa, I sound so caring. Oh whatever la huh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tis the season to be jolly, farah rah rah rah rah rahh rah rah! :D&lt;br /&gt;Then, soon, all MSN nics will be "All I want for Christmas is You." Soo duper cheesy. Ew. HA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm quite irritated that P.S. I Love You is not gonna be my christmas catch. :( Cause, it's apparently coming out next year! BOO! And so, it seems that Weelyn and Clarissa wanna catch that Chipmunk Movie thingy, which I hope I do not get pulled along to. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So long, everybody! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25058078-627791435086035819?l=jazzicalfarts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jazzicalfarts.blogspot.com/feeds/627791435086035819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25058078&amp;postID=627791435086035819' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25058078/posts/default/627791435086035819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25058078/posts/default/627791435086035819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jazzicalfarts.blogspot.com/2007/12/sleepover-at-clarissas-was-goooooood-d.html' title=''/><author><name>jazzicalfarter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18353506274906491605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25058078.post-6683493897717884384</id><published>2007-12-02T22:18:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-02T23:38:37.624+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Rant Alert!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I simply cannot tolerate those who do things really stoooopidly. Stupid is a mean word, whatever. Maybe I should just throw my phone away. Seriously. Anyway, Tom Cruise survives without a phone. Ok, I'm not Tom Cruise, let alone a man. Anyway, the point is, what would happen if I didn't have a phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This whole issue I'm ranting about boils down to me having bills which has a cost so high, I can't even see, cause I'm too short. Yes, Eve, I'm admitting I'm too short. HA. Anyway, I simply simply hate hate hate, ultra, duper, hate (hate might be a word too strong but I don't care), hate it when, a person replies with either one question, then after you answer, another question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Example:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anonymous: What time is the event?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Er, 6.&lt;br /&gt;Anonymous: Where is it?&lt;br /&gt;Me: In school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sounds quite unbeliveable that someone would actually do that. But I've faced it a gazillion times, and so I waste my messages which can be so costly when you have the pass an important message to a certain number of people. Has it never occurred to a person that he/she could put it this way..."What time and where is the event?" Like, damnit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, there are the others who send the message which simply says..."Ok." OH-KAY. Confession, I used to be like that. Until I got told I didn't need to reply, then I stopped doing that. So as to raise awareness, please, for the sake of others, do not reply an "Ok." unless the person requires a reply (it's pretty much common sense).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, the whole point of having a phone is to communicate, and at certain times bitch/gossip. But, it was mainly made to communicate, to pass information. Anyway, the point I'm trying to get through here is how the phone has been one of the most important tool during the period of great doubt, and great stress, aka, Os.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a list of the various way messages can turn out  into:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;1 'Teach through sms' messages&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weelyn: -18SURD3. It can apply either to surd2 OR surd3. Do you know how to do not?&lt;br /&gt;Weelyn: Oh. You equate the eqn of the curve to 0. Find the basic angle. Take the smallest positive value.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;2 'I'm so excited because I've got plans' messages&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anne: Nah, I've got bio tuition after history and than e math tuition after bio tuition. Such is life for now! But the following friday, i wouldn't have anything at all. And we can talk about joy luck club!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;3 'Going nuts from studying' messages&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anne: I was listening to madagascar song on my pod, and i was like, what if our scripts end up there?! HAHAH.&lt;br /&gt;Sonia: YO. Eat a maths, don't let it eat you! Aha ha. Ha.&lt;br /&gt;Eunice: ...Poor child. All the best for your bio. Think of sex. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;4 Self Consolation messages&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anne: You should be sleeping now, and so should i, but! Audrey Ace Amath! Alliteration! See, you'd do well!&lt;br /&gt;Eve: hey yo fellow one head shorter than the mace dee em. :) all the way for amath, cos amath is for us to ACE it, adds truckloads of oil.&lt;br /&gt;Eunice: ...Bloody hell. I got headache. Stop thinking of today's paper! Think that you will do your best and get an A1 for tmr's paper!&lt;br /&gt;Eve: ...anyhw, this week's gna be tough.. so hang in there &amp;amp; add palm oil while i add sunflower oil yep :) &lt;3 + pulmonary artery/ventricle/aorta..&lt;br /&gt;Eve: I'LL ACE IT &amp;amp; RUB MY CERT INTO HER FACE :D cos thts hw i psycho myself for chem.. though i never got the A :/ but it helps la :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;5 Spotting messages&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anne: I think, tomorrow's either or question will be kinematics or coordinate geometry. Or something on differentiation.&lt;br /&gt;Eve: weelyn's dng conflict &amp;amp; cooperation, forgoing venice, anyhw, have you started on bio? WE MUST ACE OUR SS. after spendg so much effort talking to weelyn :)&lt;br /&gt;Jo: Hey guys, you're LITTERS, NOT QUITTERS! So PRESS ON for tmr! Hang on. The geogers will be rooting for you. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;6 'Paranoid-because-there's-so-little-time-left' messages&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anne: But at 6, we'd probably by hungry. Then we'll eat. By the time we settle down 645. 645 to 730 study what?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;7 Chain messages&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chandni: This is just for fun. Haha. This is a good luck chain.send this to ten of your friends to get &gt;80 for all your exams if not you will be cursed.DO NOT SEND BACK.try it since its for Os!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can obviously see how bored I am that I saved all these messages and decided to blog about them. It's funny how the number of self consolation messages are the highest. There are a million other funny ones, but the most hilarious yet lame one, is...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eunice: OMG! GUESS WHO I SAW JUST NOW!! AND WHERE! Ah!&lt;br /&gt;So, I replied something like "Who?" and I started guessing every single person I think she'd freak over, I can't say it here though. And so, she was like nooo, guess again. I got irritated so I called her. And then I just went randomly, "What. You saw yourself in the mirror?! HAHA" And I was actually kidding. BUT, she was serious. So, for that 10 mins or so, she took my time off Social Studies and Bio and made me actively involved in her GUESS WHO I SAW game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm rather glad I've gotten rid of all my books, after having long sessions of packing my room. I took 3 days. HAHA. That's pretty long I must say. But I only did so, when I couldn't sleep. HA. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sleepover at Clarissa's tmr! This week, is gonna be very hectic! And I can't wait for (hopefully) good news on Friday. Weelyn knows what I'm talking bout. Pray hard. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25058078-6683493897717884384?l=jazzicalfarts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jazzicalfarts.blogspot.com/feeds/6683493897717884384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25058078&amp;postID=6683493897717884384' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25058078/posts/default/6683493897717884384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25058078/posts/default/6683493897717884384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jazzicalfarts.blogspot.com/2007/12/rant-alert-i-simply-cannot-tolerate.html' title=''/><author><name>jazzicalfarter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18353506274906491605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25058078.post-6746043207767937159</id><published>2007-12-01T18:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-01T18:57:15.729+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's the first day of December! 24 days to Christmas! 30 days to the end of 2007! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Er. Yes. I'm supposed to blog. I'm thinking of what to blog. Give me a minute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday, outing with Weelyn and Jessie was totally, way way, hilarious. Did I ever mention that Weelyn is like totally a living joke, a thing which provides us with comic relief. Oh goodness. I thank God for a &lt;em&gt;thing&lt;/em&gt; like her. HAHAHA. After the movie, which I would say, was pretty...enchanting, we were making our way down, and then the next escalator down was at the other end of the mall. So Weelyn asked where it was, I said "The other side." Then, she walked first while Jessie and I were behind her. Then she turned, and walked towards the escalator going up. And so Jessie and I observed our dear friend try to make her way down by going in the direction of the up escalator. I'm not sure if my descriptive skills are good enough for you to imagine, but yeah, you just have to know that it was pretty hilarious. No, not pretty, but fucking hilarious. It's so hilarious that Jessie woke up the next day and the first thing she thought bout was that incident. Another hilarious thing did occur with Jessie. Just refer to Weelyn's blog. I'm lazy to type the whole thing. HA. After walking round The Cathay like nobody's business, I find it extremely boring. This excludes Gramophone. HA. :D I didn't know going out with Jessie and Weelyn can be THIS hilarious. Weird combination. Oh yes, I have to  mention. Going out with one part of the Jock, can be bad cause you'll have to expect suanings from THAT jock for being a Bandit. So, we saw Bandits from ACJC and we said oh, band people are everywhere. Jessie said "Yeah, they go to such boring places like here." Then we were thinking of how to fight back. We were saying, Oh yeah, and Basketballers go to places like Eastpoint, Tampines Mall, nooooo, BEDOK INTERCHANGE! Then Jessie started proclaiming how Bedok Inter, is soooo interesting. :/ RIGHT. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday has been one, really, really, worrying day. Worried about situations, and the future. Er, sort of, round that line. Got down to settling issues concerning work. And HC and I decided to proceed to Starbucks to take turns to sleep. But we didn't. Ended up reading, and reading. Turned up early for work, because I deduced that the guy, KeHan, is earning more than us, cause he's always early for work and yet ends the same time as us. Then when we got up, he was like late. Not really, but later than us. Yesterday, I seriously worked sooo duper uber slow that I could have fallen asleep. Thank Goodness for Weelyn, and her nonsensical talking. Oh yes, she got a friggin tamagochi. What the hell. She was like telling me every single thing bout what that idiot is doing. I wanted to bet with her when that shit will die, but she doesn't want to. :( Oh yeah, and yesterday was so boring because working slow is so...slow, and Muttons weren't there! So, what we do, is like just singalong to songs, and do work really slowly, and talk, and play a fool cause we were too bored. I'm not sure if I can still work next week, though I hope I still can. I don't know why, but it can be fun, anyway, even if I stay home, I've got nothing to do. But I am sure aware of the cheap labour. Fuck it, eh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the way home yesterday, I was like the last one to reach home. And after everyone got down, the cab driver started speaking to me....in CHINESE! AH. It's like what the. Seriously. He asked bout work, and all. He pitied us, cause we're not earning that much, and thus, boiling down to the point of cheap labour. I was totally speaking in broken chinese again. He thought HC was our boss. That's the hilarious part. I was also hoping that he could drive faster so my torment of speaking Chinese could end asap. HA. It was quite fast, since the road was rather empty. HA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year has seemed to be the year of concerts. I wanna go for a few, and yet they all cost a bomb. Dang. Just to name...the whole lot (since I'm rather bored)...those I'm going and want to go for...&lt;br /&gt;National Violin and Piano Competition Finals/Semi-finals/etc. (FREE!)&lt;br /&gt;Jacques Loussier Trio&lt;br /&gt;JC Band Festival&lt;br /&gt;St Pats Alumni Band Concert&lt;br /&gt;A Jazzy Christmas&lt;br /&gt;AC Combined Christmas Concert&lt;br /&gt;AND, one SSO Christmas Concert. HA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than that, I've got to get the scrapbook going, and start packing up for the new year. :) Let's go countdown with the black paraders! :D HAHAHAHAHAH.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25058078-6746043207767937159?l=jazzicalfarts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jazzicalfarts.blogspot.com/feeds/6746043207767937159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25058078&amp;postID=6746043207767937159' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25058078/posts/default/6746043207767937159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25058078/posts/default/6746043207767937159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jazzicalfarts.blogspot.com/2007/12/its-first-day-of-december-24-days-to.html' title=''/><author><name>jazzicalfarter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18353506274906491605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25058078.post-1831005413383772559</id><published>2007-11-29T02:29:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-29T02:29:42.342+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>100th post!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Due to my horrible phobia of deleted entries in Blogger, I’ve finally decided to be smart and type my entries in Microsoft Word and then copy and paste into Blogger. Now, all I need to do is ignore the stupid red and green zigzag-ed lines which appear. And, now I’m not in the best of moods because I’m either experiencing gastric pain or just a stomach upset. There’s a difference, but I wish to think it’s stomach upset because I probably should have known that tomyum soup and Espresso Frap, never, NEVER goes together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where shall I start, after becoming uncomfortable with not blogging twice in a day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, so Monday, I was a really really awesomely nice senior, and accompanied Cindy to CCPS, to place myself in front of Primary school children and teach them from scratch. Forced myself to sleep at a weird hour that I can’t remember now, and woke up at 7. 7 sharp. Then, dearest Cindy, asked if I was still going, and obviously I had to say yes, because there was absolutely no way that I was or could ever go back to sleep after bathing in the morning. And, so it was at 7.45 when I received the message which said something like…I’ll meet you at the bus stop outside CCPS at…8.45 ok? NOT OKAY. Why? It only takes about 15 to 20 mins from my house to CCPS for goodness sake. So, I spent about half an hour waiting like a total fool at the bus stop. What a joke, I believe it’s retribution. Then, at about 8.40, Cindy told me Jeanette couldn’t find me at the bus stop, and she told me over the phone that she had no idea what the hell Jeanette is saying. Then, at the same time, Jeanette asked me where the hell I was. So, I described to her, where the hell the bus stop was, where I was, etc., in a msg and received one the next min, which told me that she was not even at the bus stop near CCPS but at the one Cindy’s house and she, also added that she didn’t know what the hell Cindy was saying. One word: BEST. So, for once, I’m duper early.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found myself in charge of 3 Primary 2 kids, of whom, had me overwhelmed by a whole ton when I stepped out of CCPS. Why?&lt;br /&gt;1 They go, “What The…”, which I do suppose and assume that the next word should be fuck but, they either don’t know, or don’t dare to say it in front of me.&lt;br /&gt;2 They were quite strategic in trying to have a slacking session, by starting a conversation with me actually. All they had to do is start whispering to another, and ask me a question. And then, next thing I know, we’ve have started talking and they’ve started listening, and nobody’s practicing.&lt;br /&gt;3 They seem to empty their saliva on their pinafore, than the ground, of which, I’m still utterly disgusted. They use their pinafore to wipe their saliva. And when I told Cindy, she gave me the “what’s-wrong-with-that” look. So, I’ve come to the conclusion, that they obviously had learnt that from their beloved seniors. GOODNESS.&lt;br /&gt;4 One girl does not like to wash her hand after going to the toilet, and apparently, she’s more than excited to exclaim that to me. It’s like, I seriously didn’t need to know that.&lt;br /&gt;5 They’re definitely very good at playing low notes that I think warm-up drills would make a perfect piece for their repertoire. Lol! To get them to play a high note, a G, apparently, I had a very hard time, explaining to them the definition of “faster air speed”.&lt;br /&gt;On the flipside of the 5 points stated above, you can obviously tell that they’re really passionate about music, apparently, or at least for now. Before beginning to teach them from scratch, I told myself, “Oh damn, I’m so going to make them hate me, for forcing them to play over and over again.” But, in fact, they were more than willing to play the whole of the piece from the beginning. And, they were also telling me of how they could hold their note for 16 counts and all. At the end of the practice, they have not formed that hatred for me, but we’ve formed that alliance. Thing is, I doubt they know my name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note that Cindy was having a much easier time, taking kids who knew how to play, and were just merely learning to play their SYF piece. While, I was still dealing with kids who knew nothing of C,D,E,F,G and had to have me telling them to play higher, since they were playing the piece at a lower note, but with the same fingering. I sure had had a good warm-up by playing low notes all the way. Best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Followed Eunice and Cindy, oh and Eunice’s younger brother, of whom I told Eunice to bring to CCPS to check out girls, but didn’t, to watch The Gameplan. And I still do not understand why everyone thinks Gameplan is awesomely good, because the storyline is still, rather…cliché, but the girl is cute la, let’s just put it in a nicer way. Confession. I was falling asleep halfway in the movie, and was also freezing. Cindy was nice enough to share her jacket with me, and so we were like two idiots cuddling up to one jacket. Lol. Eunice’s brother had definitely formed the impression of me, being a very extremely vulgar and crude person. Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The night, I had to go to work. Don’t ask “You don’t need to sleep ah?”…because, in honest fact, I don’t really need to. I survive with the least hours of sleep, I suppose. But when I sleep, I really sleep like a dead log. Ok, that’s not the point. Point is, we got working at 10.30pm, and we were supposed to end at 6.30am. BUT, at 12 midnight, the supervisor said we were done and we could go home. Like, honestly, WHAT THE FUCK. I barely earned 20 bucks, and there’s no transport home, and you’re telling me I can go home?! I don’t want to! So I literally HUH?! at him, and the guy working with us, asked him and enquired. To cut the long story short, we ended up at Plaza Sing helping out. And so, we worked till 5.30. The supervisor there was really gay, that Weelyn suspects that the reason why we worked till 5 and stayed till 5.30 and still get paid, is because he didn’t want to stay alone, so he got us to slack around and indirectly, wait for him. Oh well, as long as I get the money, anything is fine with me. So, this simply explains why I’m here blogging at 2am and not working. And I’m really irritated by this fact, because…this goes to say that 2 days of work DOES NOT pay for the shopping done in less than 30 mins, with Cindy and Eunice, which costs 66 bucks, but IS supposed to. Do you know how depressing that is?! And when Weelyn called Recruit Express up, all the guy could say is… “Then?” Like seriously, we’re being shortchanged here, HELLO?! Goodness. Eunice says, it’s better, at least we’re earning something. Let’s just look on the brighter side, we’ve got work experience now, at least. So this, I have to carry on with for 2 fucking whole weeks, till we move on to a bigger company with a better pay. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday, we went back for band practice. It was fucking hilarious. We’re going to tape it down, and send for Singapore’s Funniest Home Videos. It’s like, we were struggling through warm-up drills. How pathetic. The number was so embarrassingly small that we ended up forming a semi-circle to practice. Lol. And, yeah, that’s about it. Made our way to Starbucks to reminiscence the times in Hawaii, and the pranks we did in the hotel room, of which, had results totally hilarious. Let me name a perfect example. My hotel room was beside Eunice’s. Eunice did this prank to Room 849, my room. So, Cindy picked up the phone, and all she hear is…very deep breathing. Possibility of who’s behind that line: maybe a murderer. Oooooh, scary! Lol! Then, soon, we found out, we were smart enough to come to conclusion that it was Eunice. She foolishly thought we were still being fooled, WHEN…I went to the balcony, and peeped over at her room, (I have a clear view of her room when they don’t draw the curtains)…and then, I see her, clinging onto the phone, sitting on her bed, obviously breathing into the phone. Goodness! HOW DUMB. Lol! Caught red-handed, totally! :D But no prank can ever beat the classic one done by the beloved trumpet section on our dearest friend cum maid, Jennifer Kuruthu…Kuruthuku…Kuru-(*&amp;amp;^%$^&amp;amp;*(-lam. Lol! :D Oh, how I miss those days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, for the next few days, I will have to survive on earning a measly sum of ka-ching. You have no idea how deprived I’m gonna be, and how difficult it’d be to not spend the money all at once. My nails are gonna drop off and my thumb is going to suffer from severe swollen-ess. Lol. If you do know where I’m working at, along with HC and Weelyn, please do not disclose, till I blog about it. HA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes. The most tragic thing place to my favourite-test item which I hold so close to my heart, my ipod, which is barely 3 months old. My heart literally, ached for the whole night, and whenever I open my bag, I see it, and then my heart starts to ache again. I’m not kidding. If you know what it is, you’ll feel pity for me as well. No joke. Now, it can’t be switched on, and there’s this huge scratch on it, for which I’m gonna spend my pathetic pay on, for reparations, even though there’s warranty. It’s like, I found it hard to adapt to living without it. It’s quite difficult when, you know, I cannot leave my house without my ipod. If I do, my day would be rather bad. And now, I force myself to listen to people’s loud voices on the train/buses, stupid tv shows broadcasted on tvmobile, what nots. Totally torturous. To make it even worse, I just spent 26 bucks on the ipod cover, on Monday, and it didn’t even protect the freaking ipod, thus, resulting in it’s current state.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gonna watch Enchanted which is apparently, really…well, praised for, gonna have my ipod fixed (who knows how long it’s gonna take), and the next few days will be work, work, work. Weekends are now, currently, for me to hibernate. But for now, the new episode of Gossip Girl. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25058078-1831005413383772559?l=jazzicalfarts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jazzicalfarts.blogspot.com/feeds/1831005413383772559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25058078&amp;postID=1831005413383772559' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25058078/posts/default/1831005413383772559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25058078/posts/default/1831005413383772559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jazzicalfarts.blogspot.com/2007/11/100th-post-due-to-my-horrible-phobia-of.html' title=''/><author><name>jazzicalfarter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18353506274906491605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25058078.post-8051785081088204954</id><published>2007-11-26T01:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-26T01:34:41.024+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This is why Cindy always amuses me, makes me laugh at how foolish I am, and yet, bullies me. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if looks could really kill then my profession wo sent 11/26/2007 12:03 AM:&lt;br /&gt;why you steal my underwear?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or-Der-Ree says (12:03 AM):&lt;br /&gt;LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if looks could really kill then my profession wo sent 11/26/2007 12:03 AM:&lt;br /&gt;pevert ah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or-Der-Ree says (12:04 AM):&lt;br /&gt;Nice la, your underwear. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if looks could really kill then my profession would be staring says (12:04 AM):&lt;br /&gt;hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;I KNOW&lt;br /&gt;from topshop one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or-Der-Ree says (12:05 AM):&lt;br /&gt;LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if looks could really kill then my profession would be staring says (12:06 AM):&lt;br /&gt;change underwear la you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or-Der-Ree says (12:08 AM):&lt;br /&gt;HAHA. Ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if looks could really kill then my profession would be staring says (12:09 AM):&lt;br /&gt;toxic know&lt;br /&gt;ee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or-Der-Ree says (12:13 AM):&lt;br /&gt;LOL!&lt;br /&gt;Not yet la.&lt;br /&gt;HAH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if looks could really kill then my profession would be staring says (12:17 AM):&lt;br /&gt;change underwear&lt;br /&gt;SMELLY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or-Der-Ree says (12:20 AM):&lt;br /&gt;Changing.&lt;br /&gt;HAHHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if looks could really kill then my profession would be staring says (12:38 AM):&lt;br /&gt;change already&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or-Der-Ree says (12:39 AM):&lt;br /&gt;Yes. Thrice.&lt;br /&gt;HAHAA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if looks could really kill then my profession would be staring says (12:39 AM):&lt;br /&gt;wow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or-Der-Ree says (12:44 AM):&lt;br /&gt;Can earn more points.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if looks could really kill then my profession would be staring says (12:44 AM):&lt;br /&gt;later lah&lt;br /&gt;you all flood flood flood&lt;br /&gt;i take so long to accept and install stuff&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or-Der-Ree says (1:12 AM):&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if looks could really kill then my profession would be staring says (1:16 AM):&lt;br /&gt;i shall make you a gingerbread cookie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if looks could really kill then my profession would be staring says (1:25 AM):&lt;br /&gt;do you want it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or-Der-Ree says (1:26 AM):&lt;br /&gt;You should. First was turkish delight, which I never received. Then poptarts, which I too didn't get, so now, I'm really hoping I would get this gingerbread cookie into my stomach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or-Der-Ree says (1:26 AM):&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if looks could really kill then my profession would be staring says (1:26 AM):&lt;br /&gt;HAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if looks could really kill then my profession would be staring says (1:26 AM):&lt;br /&gt;on facebook lah!&lt;br /&gt;LOSER!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or-Der-Ree says (1:27 AM):&lt;br /&gt;TSK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if looks could really kill then my profession would be staring says (1:28 AM):&lt;br /&gt;hahahahahahahahaha&lt;br /&gt;i give you poptarts tomorrow lah&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25058078-8051785081088204954?l=jazzicalfarts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jazzicalfarts.blogspot.com/feeds/8051785081088204954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25058078&amp;postID=8051785081088204954' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25058078/posts/default/8051785081088204954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25058078/posts/default/8051785081088204954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jazzicalfarts.blogspot.com/2007/11/this-is-why-cindy-always-amuses-me.html' title=''/><author><name>jazzicalfarter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18353506274906491605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25058078.post-8905909861384002572</id><published>2007-11-26T00:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-26T01:19:42.884+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>OH MY GOODNESS. THAT'S IT. WEELYN OH, YOU HAVE TO SHIFT ME TO LJ ASAP BECAUSE BLOGGER DELETED ANOTHER OF MY POST! I typed for a whole good 45 mins, with interruption from my mom, because she wanted to learn how to use her email, so I taught her, and logged out from my gmail account, and VOILA. I got logged out of my blogger account, and was foolishly typing away, and then, ....I tried to save due to my phobia of deleted entries, but couldn't because it said error, and then, I was thinking of copying, but, NO, it doesn't allow copying apparently, I DON'T KNOW WHY, and then, it's gone. GONE! GONE! Vanish into fucking thin air! ARGH! And that was one good entry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was about Beowulf, which I caught today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was about getting into the Christmas mood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was about how The Cathay is quite happening with the lovely shops, some with vintage things, some with IMPORTS!, oh yes, I absolutely love imports, and how I've finally found an outlet which imports Abercrombie and Fitch outfits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was about how Gramophone there, is gonna be my new hangout, because the things seem strangely cheaper and how its packed unbelievably neatly, and how the staff look into your eyes and smile genuinely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was about how foolish I was in Sec 1 when I spent 300 bucks on Christmas gifts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was about how I have the inspiration to handmake Christmas presents like how I did, was it last year or the year before that, yet failed miserably.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was about how I'm working for all the different reasons, to get a scrapbook going, to go for more concerts, to pay for my own music lessons, to spend more quality time with friends at Starbucks, and to get presents for parties I'm invited to such as the ABNIA party which kindly demands a present upon entry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was about how the date to go watch Enchanted with Weelyn and Jessie is off and how amusing it was that, Jessie asked "Don't tell me you're bringing all the Concert Band girls." when Weelyn asked if she could invite anyone, and how I asked "We're going to watch with the Jocks?! Oh no." when she told me we're going with Jessie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was about how I have to wake up at an unearthly hour of 7, to meet Cindy and meet Primary school brats, and teach them music, and how I'm going to be dead beat at my first day of work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;AND THIS IS EXACTLY HOW I FEEL NOW.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136827741383551394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ibuOOlt-BuM/R0mtnV2J6aI/AAAAAAAAABU/Tgz5kocKmC8/s320/angry+kid.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now, my entry is about how Blogger is blowing my brains out of my head, by simply deleting my blog entries.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25058078-8905909861384002572?l=jazzicalfarts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jazzicalfarts.blogspot.com/feeds/8905909861384002572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25058078&amp;postID=8905909861384002572' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25058078/posts/default/8905909861384002572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25058078/posts/default/8905909861384002572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jazzicalfarts.blogspot.com/2007/11/oh-my-goodness.html' title=''/><author><name>jazzicalfarter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18353506274906491605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ibuOOlt-BuM/R0mtnV2J6aI/AAAAAAAAABU/Tgz5kocKmC8/s72-c/angry+kid.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25058078.post-7515729627661043634</id><published>2007-11-24T23:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-24T23:52:22.103+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>A typical conversation with Eve, which I found really amusing. It was about a certain someone's (I can't say his name, because it would jeopardize Eve's future, see I so nice) moodswings. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eve take flight says (10:20 PM):&lt;br /&gt;yeah depends on his mood la&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eve take flight says (10:20 PM):&lt;br /&gt;tht swings like the ferris wheel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or-Der-Ree says (10:20 PM):&lt;br /&gt;LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or-Der-Ree says (10:20 PM):&lt;br /&gt;That's not a good comparison is it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or-Der-Ree says (10:21 PM):&lt;br /&gt;Ferris Wheel is like damn sloooooww.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eve take flight says (10:21 PM):&lt;br /&gt;lol, ehhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eve take flight says (10:21 PM):&lt;br /&gt;swing like ah meng&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or-Der-Ree says (10:22 PM):&lt;br /&gt;LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or-Der-Ree says (10:22 PM):&lt;br /&gt;Ah meng's still alive? Oh, if he is, then shouldn't he be like really old, and slooooooow as well? Lol!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eve take flight says (10:23 PM):&lt;br /&gt;WA LAO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eve take flight says (10:23 PM):&lt;br /&gt;swing as fast as pikachu la&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eve take flight says (10:24 PM):&lt;br /&gt;but he doesnt swing right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or-Der-Ree says (10:24 PM):&lt;br /&gt;LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or-Der-Ree says (10:24 PM):&lt;br /&gt;He jumps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or-Der-Ree says (10:24 PM):&lt;br /&gt;I think/.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or-Der-Ree says (10:24 PM):&lt;br /&gt;LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eve take flight says (10:24 PM):&lt;br /&gt;oh then i think you need to make friends with him&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eve take flight says (10:24 PM):&lt;br /&gt;can jump tgth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or-Der-Ree says (10:25 PM):&lt;br /&gt;YOU SHUT UP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eve take flight says (10:25 PM):&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eve take flight says (10:25 PM):&lt;br /&gt;LOVE TO PISS YOU OFF&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or-Der-Ree says (10:25 PM):&lt;br /&gt;I can tell.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25058078-7515729627661043634?l=jazzicalfarts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jazzicalfarts.blogspot.com/feeds/7515729627661043634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25058078&amp;postID=7515729627661043634' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25058078/posts/default/7515729627661043634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25058078/posts/default/7515729627661043634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jazzicalfarts.blogspot.com/2007/11/typical-conversation-with-eve-which-i.html' title=''/><author><name>jazzicalfarter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18353506274906491605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25058078.post-6431837769813100538</id><published>2007-11-24T19:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-24T20:04:33.492+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I shall reply to the tags here, cause I don't wanna flood my own tagboard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eve: HAHA. Rustle. It's Russell. Goodness. I pity your dog for having such an owner. :)&lt;br /&gt;Farah!: My mom said they're trying to earn money. Lol! Weelyn simply provides pure entertainment for us. *shakes peace sign* HAHAHAH! I'm beginning to think Ms Swan is lame. HA. And, since when is Pussy a vulgarity man. Gosh.&lt;br /&gt;Weelyn: I choose to believe the seaweed. HAHA. :D&lt;br /&gt;Anne: I think shave bald better. Lmao! But you're gonna rebond?&lt;br /&gt;Abi: HAHAHAHAHA to the fax number. Lol!&lt;br /&gt;Eunice: Dogs can't emo ah?! HAHA. Ya la ya la, father la. Tsk.&lt;br /&gt;Chandni: HAHA. And I actually foolishly tried all ways to spell that word before you told me. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;HC: NO I DON'T. *does the Gatsby stick out tongue thing* Lol. And I don't have the pic. Anyhow, my hair's no longer straight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Farah has gotten me for good, cause she's made me like Gossip Girl. My life revolves around Gossip Girl. I slept at 5 yesterday cause I was watching GG, and when I awoke at 4 today, I switched on the com, and started watching. And the thing is GG isn't THAT awesome okay, Farah Nadia, I'm just bored. HAHA. I actually have the patience to let it load, and load and load. Goodness. And now, I'm still waiting cause the freaking sound and action aren't in sync.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's about a month to Christmas. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25058078-6431837769813100538?l=jazzicalfarts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jazzicalfarts.blogspot.com/feeds/6431837769813100538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25058078&amp;postID=6431837769813100538' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25058078/posts/default/6431837769813100538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25058078/posts/default/6431837769813100538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jazzicalfarts.blogspot.com/2007/11/i-shall-reply-to-tags-here-cause-i-dont.html' title=''/><author><name>jazzicalfarter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18353506274906491605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25058078.post-3154263575532615000</id><published>2007-11-24T01:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-24T02:00:36.792+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm still very pissed. But since, I'm close to bored from attacking shitness in Facebook, and from waiting for Gossip Girls to load on some *censored* website, I'm gonna attempt to blog about these few days. The highlights of the sleepover. I'm probably gonna cut short.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We, being HC, Clarissa, Maxine, Eunice, and me, were supposed to meet at 12 at Parkway. Jenni came and Maxine had to travel to Malaysia Truly Asia on short notice, and I woke up at 12. Best. I called to get permission, from HC, lol, to let me sleep till I was happy. So, I tried to continue sleeping but failed. Waited for almost close to 30 good mins for the darn bus to bring me to Parkway, to meet the rest who were already at Gramophone picking out DVDs. The selected DVDs were of those I would object violently against, such as, The Nun and Seed of Chucky. Thank God, Seed of Chucky is M18. Out of the 5 DVDs, we only watched 2 during the sleepover. And another, I watched at Weelyn's house, when I got over after the sleepover cause I didn't wanna go home. HA. And best part is like all are Copyrighted Protected, so I can't like do illegal acts, except...The Nun. Like Wow, I've got fate with horror films. Sickening. Got to Cold Storage to get junk, and bus-ed to her HC's house and got high in the bus when Eunice read out some letter some person wrote to those Dear Kelly sections in Teenage, and made it seem really horny. Goodness. It was fucking hilarious. The typical procedure to censored acts which are meant to be done in the bedroom, the tickling in the bed, leading to kissing, etc. OH WHATEVER. Seriously lame and dumb, and I was simply amused by how foolish teenagers can get.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the juicy part of the entry. Argh, I just gotta repeat all over. Sickening. Ok, here goes. Hope I have the patience. We laid down all the DVDs on the table in the living room, in front of the biggest teevee in the house. Then here comes HuangYee telling us DVDs couldn't be watched there. So. We shifted to the 2nd floor, lied down, and inserted the DVD of "Blades of Glory" into the player.&lt;br /&gt;*Insert Disc*&lt;br /&gt;*Press Play*&lt;br /&gt;*Wait*&lt;br /&gt;*Talk bout random stuff*&lt;br /&gt;*Hmmm*&lt;br /&gt;*Wait*&lt;br /&gt;*Waiting*&lt;br /&gt;*Press Play*&lt;br /&gt;*Wait*&lt;br /&gt;*Getting Impatient*&lt;br /&gt;"Why not playing ah?"&lt;br /&gt;"WA PIANG! I KNOW WHY! It's a VCD player, not DVD!"&lt;br /&gt;Oh goodness. So, we shifted to playing it on the computer, but after we decided to bring the monitor down to the floor, HC says "I don't think there's gonna be sound." We shift to this teeny weeny little DVD player HC had, which was way too small for 6 people to concentrate and watch a movie from. So, unable to withstand the size of the screen, we switched to HC's sister's laptop, which didn't have fantastic sound system. And then, we decided to watch "Secret" instead. But we switched to her dad's laptop which was equally soft. Moreover, the disc was pirated, and the subtitles didn't really help cause it was like direct, literal translation, which totally didn't make any sense. We ended up laughing at the subtitles. HAHA. I'm not too sure if we switched back to the DVD player after this, cause I lost count, but soon, we found out, HuangYee had the VCD for "Secret". -_-" Seriously. Goodness. So we ended up back at our second alternative. Oh goodness. What a tedious procedure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, so here comes my confession. I actually like like "Secret". I think the storyline is pretty interesting, and the music's good. This is the first time I actually like a Chinese show. Gosh, I need to be my open minded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We discussed and talked bout crazy PSLE results over dinner, and argued that the picture of the two people kissing the top girl on her cheeks were both woman or one woman, one man. It was hilarious cause I confidently said "You tell me which man has boobs please." And the man's not even fat. So, I was like must be woman, since the boobs really look like boobs, and that person's wearing a earring. 9.30 news on 5, revealed to all of us, that the person was actually the girl's father and Eunice and Clarissa's reactions were extreme beyond extreme. Goodness. Watching Deal or No Deal with Weelyn is one of the things you wouldn't wanna have on your to-do-list, with her going "I KNEW IT!" everytime a case is opened. Not surprising eh? HAHA. She said she should join. If she joins,...I wonder who those people sitting on the sofa would be. Maybe her Indian family. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mahjonged through the night, and everyone got high over green tea, as usual from 12.30 to 1 plus, it was pretty freaky. Then, soon, everyone began to knock off. First Eunice and Weelyn, leaving HC, Clarissa and me, to watch "Copying Beethoven" and then HC and Clarissa, leaving me to...read...Seventeen. Then I finally knocked out at 6 plus. Everyone got up at 11 when HC had to leave her house to meet Val at 12.15pm. Like best. HAHA. We did the most sinful thing after waking up and bathing, at 1, snack on junk. Goodness, and drink Shandy. Tsk tsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went over to Weelyn's, to have Kieran demanding a Facebook account, and having the chance to attack all whatnots on Facebook, and also, he calling me all the time by my MSN nick, which is OR-DER-REE. Literally that. Had dinner at Blk 85, with Eunice, Cindy, Weelyn and KT, and spent 2 good hours at a board game cafe. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait for next week, in which, I work till I suck out all my energy and feel so darn lethargic, but I'll feel good, cause I love working hard. I'll complain that I'm so fucking tired, and sick of my job. And, then, I'll know it pays off in the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want a white piano, which can be sooo pretty, just like the one in the video of Melee's Built to Last. He makes love sounds so nice and perfect, doesn't he? I didn't know love was like that. It is?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25058078-3154263575532615000?l=jazzicalfarts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jazzicalfarts.blogspot.com/feeds/3154263575532615000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25058078&amp;postID=3154263575532615000' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25058078/posts/default/3154263575532615000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25058078/posts/default/3154263575532615000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jazzicalfarts.blogspot.com/2007/11/im-still-very-pissed.html' title=''/><author><name>jazzicalfarter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18353506274906491605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25058078.post-5403829818584338424</id><published>2007-11-23T23:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-24T00:47:22.236+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>FUCK. Thanks Blogger, after typing for a million gazillion years, you deleted my fucking post. Thanks alot. Fucking useless piece of shit. It didn't even save. What the fuck, seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just to sum up everything in what I typed, "The sleepover at HC's was good."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, you see, why I don't like blogging at times.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25058078-5403829818584338424?l=jazzicalfarts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jazzicalfarts.blogspot.com/feeds/5403829818584338424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25058078&amp;postID=5403829818584338424' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25058078/posts/default/5403829818584338424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25058078/posts/default/5403829818584338424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jazzicalfarts.blogspot.com/2007/11/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>jazzicalfarter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18353506274906491605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25058078.post-7354473123994349047</id><published>2007-11-21T21:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-21T22:40:37.644+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Weelyn, everyone, or at most all geniuses should know Bohemian Rhapsody is one song, I repeat, ONE SONG. So, I've no idea what goes through a mind of a drug addict. And, then why can't I spell TAOKAE as TAOKAE huh? The seaweed says so, and it means boss. So it's the same. TSK *rolls eyes* *does the twist thing* HUH! Lol. And why am I not surprised you believed Jo huh. Hmmm. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's been one hectic day. Interviews or would I say "interviews" the entire day. It's like I've filled up the same forms, over and over again. Goodness, and I'm proud to finally say that we've gotten a proper job. Those where we don't earn measely 3 bucks in an hour. :D I shall never disclose where we're working on my blog. I hope the others wouldn't be that dumb to do so. The whole day, we were just suaning Weelyn with her "close her eyes and TSK" act, and moreover, doing it with shaking the peace/twist sign cause that's what she did to Farah when she managed to help her get a donut from donut factory. So RIGHT. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eunice Gee looked uber minah/mean-ah today. Ok that's random. But anyway, we finally went for our haircut at Far East's Supercuts, and I like it. :D I got a guy hairstylist, which I usually prefer cause I always have the stereotype gay hairstylists are much better. HAHA. It's quite true what. Anyway, while Eunice and HC had female hairstylists,and while they had shorter hair, much shorter, we ended up spending over an hour in the salon, cause my hairstylist was tending to sooo many customers, and I ended up being the last. And, he was really funny. Cause everytime when he saw Eunice and me talking, he'd say "You both fighting again ah?" Then he got another woman to blow dry my hair while he tended to someone else, and when he came back, he saw my hair and went "WHAT IS THIS..." Lol! Hilarious shit. And he kept asking me if I was really damn sure if the woman like blew dry my hair like blow blow and not anyhow blow. And I kept saying yes, and he said "Ok, I do ah, you see this side, I do, this side, she do. You see if there's any difference." After he did, I couldn't really see any difference but just to please him, I said "A little bit." Lol. Oh one part, like hair was all over my mouth, and in it. Gross and disgusting as it sounds, it was very disturbing. Lol. So I went "Wait! There's hair in my mouth!" And he said..."That's cause you opened your mouth when I was cutting." NO. I wasn't la. TSK. I only talked to the rest when he stopped cutting. HAHA. Actually, the reason's cause...I put lip balm before he cut my hair, so it's like, it began to stick at my lips. Lol. Lesson learnt. I think he's cool, the way he swings the scissors which most male hairstylists do actually, except the fact that he hasn't heard of TIMES Bookshop, and he smokes. He said I should rebond my hair. Damn. And after the haircut,...oh wait, yes, we were so bored waiting for him, that within that period of time, I almost wanted to cut bangs/bob. Thank God I didn't. HAHA. For the first time, my mom noticed the difference in my hair. Lol. :) Now, Eunice and HC say I look like an ahlian, like totally. Just because of my straight hair. That's what Eunice always says. Sickening. She said she's not going to go out with an ahlian like me, but I said I didn't like going out with minahs, yet I've been out with one. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that's bout it. I'm now online, to watch Ms Swan. Oh me. HA. I can't wait for work to start, and then I'll go, "I can't wait for work to end". What a life. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25058078-7354473123994349047?l=jazzicalfarts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jazzicalfarts.blogspot.com/feeds/7354473123994349047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25058078&amp;postID=7354473123994349047' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25058078/posts/default/7354473123994349047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25058078/posts/default/7354473123994349047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jazzicalfarts.blogspot.com/2007/11/weelyn-everyone-or-at-most-all-geniuses.html' title=''/><author><name>jazzicalfarter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18353506274906491605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25058078.post-3052787743558045907</id><published>2007-11-20T19:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-20T20:32:22.395+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>These few days have been, quite interesting from the rest of the days, when I'm pretty much dropping round town, to shop. And shop, and shop. And now, I wouldn't say I'm left with enough money to bring me to the shops I wanna go to. This is the part where Eunice GeeShiyun and Farah Nadia yawn. I still have both your presents in my bag ah. :D (inside joke)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, from don't know which unearthly day, till a few days ago...oh wait, I know which unearthly day, Grad Night. Yes, I've been sleeping at 4 o clock, and waking up at...uncertain hours. The point is, I never do that unless I'm really dead bored. And I realised that I was, caused the only thing I did was go on Facebook and bite some chumps/feed my vampire, slayer, werewolf, etc./fight with other vampires, slayers, werewolves, read blogs, and watch videos on Youtube. Goodness, and I realised if I didn't get a fucking job soon enough, my life would be equivalent to studying for Os. No, I've gotten a job, but it doesn't start till...soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt unsually disturbed and perturbed, (I just felt like using that word) that I had nothing to do on Sunday. Seriously. A usual Sunday would be...going to Tuition or to study. Then, I realised, "Damn. This is my first free Sunday and I'm doing nothing." I ended up going to church with my mom which is a norm, and...got my new (RED) Converse, which Clarissa Tung, Maxine, Jo Jo Yeo Yeo, Weelyn Oh and Cindy Poh, think it looks more like pink! I'm like, fuck. Cause for me to buy a pair of pink converse would be equivalent to me marrying Jamie in real life. Yes, I'm finally coming to realise reality. Anyway, point is, it's not a pink converse I've gotten. It's the (RED) ones, which is limited edition and I have done a good cause since part of the cost have gone to charity. I love it. :D So, that's the good thing bout going out with your mom. Pair of converse, sponsored!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, yesterday, we finally decided to get our asses moving and visited band. I was supposed to meet Clarissa, Jojo Yeoyeo and Weelyn for lunch, but due to my nocturnal behaviour, the truth was that I couldn't wake up at the time to meet them, and half awake and half asleep, I messaged saying, "I can't meet you all. I wanna sleep in. See you in school." Lol! So they took it that I pangseh them. Like hello Weelyn Oh, you've pangseh-ed me a gazillion times, and you pick on me now la. HAHA. Anyway, we poked our noses into the business of band and I must say it was...like dealing with hard reality. After not touching my instrument for close to 8 months, I couldn't play a proper scale when I first touched my instrument. I only managed to play like one note, and the second was like "phlat". I wanted to cry. But no la, I still managed to play the scale soon enough in the next few minutes, and still managed to reach high notes. Then after playing for a while, less than a solid hour, I felt tired. It's like dang, you've lost the touch. My dearest beloved section, was practicing outside the 4/6, in which I was practicing in, and called me with a motive. Dearest Cindy Poh, knew I couldn't play well, so she told me to try playing their piece which has a great deal of stupid articulation shit which I obviously couldn't play without practicing right. She tried to bullshit/cowdung/dogpoo with me and said "We can't play, need senior to demonstrate." Yeah right. HA. You watch out. I'm gonna go back one day knowing how to play that fucking piece. TSK. I hope. If I have the time. I play on the piano la. :D I seriously don't understand why I'm in the trumpet/cornet section please. It's so difficult for me to reach the high notes due to my pretty much thick lips. :( Oh wells.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After band, we caught Stardust. The movie was soooooo...cliche. But the storyline was rather interesting. You could pretty much predict the ending, the Happy Ever After ending, and the Good Guy Wins ending. And sitting beside Jo is...like, sitting beside the script. She knows the next line of the actress, due to her great experience in drama serials. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since, apparently, to Weelyn, we were "going home so fast". So I said..."Ok we walk slower then." Lol. I love disturbing her. So, we got to Macs to sit down and decided not to like get anything but soon they wanted McFlurry. Listen to me here, I do not usually eat McFlurry. I was nice to the rest, and helped them order their stupid ice-cream while they settled something regarding *censored*. Haha. I can't believe I'm saying this foolish act of mine, but oh wells, I need to pay less attention to Weelyn and her stupid acts, and give her a chance to humiliate me since there's no other...&lt;br /&gt;Me: What flavours of McFlurry do you have? (I forgot what Jo and Weelyn ordered)&lt;br /&gt;Girl: Mudpie, Berries and cookies.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Ok, can I have 1 berry and 2 cookies.&lt;br /&gt;Girl: (gave me a confused look)&lt;br /&gt;Me: Oh, wait. Is Berry and cookies 1 flavour?&lt;br /&gt;Girl: Er, yeah. Berry and cookies, together.&lt;br /&gt;Me: OH. Ok, then can I have 1 berry and cookies and 2 normal ones.&lt;br /&gt;When I told the rest back at the table of what happened, they laughed like really really loudly. I don't understand. Ok, it's funny but it's not THAT hilarious. Like damnit, that stupid girl didn't even mention to me like the normal flavour which I found out, is oreo. Do I look like I eat McFlurry?! TSK. So, now Weelyn you have something to humiliate me la, as I can see from my tagboard. You watch out before I post your drug addict pic on my blog. Oh yes, so while they were laughing at me and my foolish act, we were also laughing at how Clarissa had absolutely NO EYE DEAR on how McFlurry is made. Even I, who don't eat McFlurry knows how it's made. She thinks that everythin goes through the spoon, when in fact, nothing goes through the spoon. LOL! We had a hard time explaining, till we had no patience and told her to keep quiet and just eat. Lmao! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So learning from yesterday's experience of wearing school uniform while other Sec 4s, wore home clothes, we decided to wear home clothes to Band today and I happen to be the only one wearing jeans. TSK. And because of my "taokae" shoes, aka pumps but Eunice Gee prefers to call them taokae shoes cause they look like those taokaes would wear in the olden days, all the others said I looked like I was going to Chinatown. Sickening. And, the Sec 2s tried to read the words off my shirt, while I was trying to recall the drills to help Ruoen out. And we decided to make them shout numbers, and it was hilarious. Like since when do Band girls get so soft ah? You put one Epping Boy at the 4th floor of our school, then their voices will go like high like nobody's business. But now, you ask them to shout numbers, so soft. HAHA. Tsk man. Lol. And after fall in, we sat round a pillar, to smell Victoria Secret's fragrance and Eunice and Farah said a certain fragrance smelt nice, but Clarissa and I can't even smell anything la. It's like, Clarissa thinks it smells like bubblegum while I think it smells like playdough. So what the hell la. I gotten the Love Spell! Lol. Weelyn wanted a bottle too, but we suggested that she continue to use her fragrance her culture (aka the lala culture) uses. Lmao! So I got up and down school, to run errands, and when I got up to get scores, my dearest section looked so pathetic and Cindy, at that point of time said "HELP." Then I said, ok, wait. I got to running the errands, and got back up a while later. And when I stood in front of them, to help them out, they started their break. Wapiang la. Best. My section, can't get any better. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Left at the end of Band, proceeded on to Banquet to have lunch/dinner. And Maxine dropped by, and Farah started taking out the Victoria Secret's fragrance for her to smell. I attempted to smell the stupid fragrance I couldn't smell in school, again. But I still couldn't. :/ After, I tried to persuade Eunice to follow me to cut my damn untamed hair, but she refused to follow, giving ALL sorts of excuses.&lt;br /&gt;1st reason: Got stinking clothes in her bag from her chalet.&lt;br /&gt;2nd reason: Need to go home quickly.&lt;br /&gt;I think there was one bout her brother as well, or was there not? I can't remember. Damn, serious STM. We agreed on going tmr instead. Like FINALLY, haircut! I feel like going for an extreme haircut. One which would be so obvious. HAHA. For fun. I might seem like I'm out of my mind. Cut bangs. Lol. Must be kidding. Cut short again. No. Aiya, best la. Go cut ahlian la. HAHAHAHA. Bury me, and I still wouldn't. If I only trim, it'd be so boring. I know you'll tell me to shave la huh. You should shut up la. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To end off, Weelyn asked me when the band was playing Bohemian Rhapsody...."So which part is Bohemian Rhapsody?" The title of the piece was Bohemian Rhapsody, Bohemian Rhapsody is a song, yet she asked which part of Bohemian Rhapsody is Bohemian Rhapsody. WOW. That must have been a trick question. Sometimes, I seriously don't understand my Indian friend, Weelyn. Lol.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25058078-3052787743558045907?l=jazzicalfarts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jazzicalfarts.blogspot.com/feeds/3052787743558045907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25058078&amp;postID=3052787743558045907' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25058078/posts/default/3052787743558045907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25058078/posts/default/3052787743558045907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jazzicalfarts.blogspot.com/2007/11/these-few-days-have-been-quite.html' title=''/><author><name>jazzicalfarter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18353506274906491605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25058078.post-2842536972439035345</id><published>2007-11-18T01:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-18T03:13:34.147+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ibuOOlt-BuM/Rz8gM12J6ZI/AAAAAAAAABM/FQ6ZZAH1gO4/s1600-h/IMG_3111.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133857505210395026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ibuOOlt-BuM/Rz8gM12J6ZI/AAAAAAAAABM/FQ6ZZAH1gO4/s320/IMG_3111.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;For the curious ones who have been longing to know how Rusti looks like. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A followup to our famous and most requested song on the Indian Billboard Top 100, the Benny Lava song, we have the following which is a tribute to Clarissa, for having been the victim of all our teasing of her surname into TUNG TUNG TUNG DA DA DA! Just gotta change Duke to Tung. It'd work. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/rdG_fey4_ow&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/rdG_fey4_ow&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And, so you think I'm only prejudiced against Indians, and laughing at only their songs, and stupid translations, I'm not...cause here, we also have Japanese Transformers, aka Saint Transformers apparently. It's quite interesting. Sonia, I think you're gonna love it. Though they don't have the phrase, "MORE THAN MEETS THE EYE" Lol. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/MSsXlRytRDs&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/MSsXlRytRDs&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;But to tell you the truth, Benny Lava still has the place in my heart for best translated Indian song, and best dance moves. Lol.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;And to end off, I miss NCO. :( And once again, thanks to Youtube that I managed to view the POP. HA. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25058078-2842536972439035345?l=jazzicalfarts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jazzicalfarts.blogspot.com/feeds/2842536972439035345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25058078&amp;postID=2842536972439035345' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25058078/posts/default/2842536972439035345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25058078/posts/default/2842536972439035345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jazzicalfarts.blogspot.com/2007/11/for-curious-ones-who-have-been-longing.html' title=''/><author><name>jazzicalfarter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18353506274906491605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ibuOOlt-BuM/Rz8gM12J6ZI/AAAAAAAAABM/FQ6ZZAH1gO4/s72-c/IMG_3111.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25058078.post-8963058596406679784</id><published>2007-11-17T06:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-17T07:01:16.630+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's 6.30 a.m. now. Don't worry. I've showered already, took out ALL the pins stuck in my hair a few hours ago, untangled the knots, and now, waiting for my hair to dry and watching teeeveeee...YAN CAN COOK! HAHAHAHA. No, seriously, just now I was watching some cooking show, and the food looked so fucking tempting, I feel damn hungry. But I ate it already, visually. HA. Wow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm really really really bored. Why ain't there anyone online?! And the sky is lighting up really soon, I don't understand why it lights up so fast. Then when it lights up, everyone will wake up and I will go to sleep. :) HAHA. The birds are gonna start chirping, non-stop, I tell you. I will shoot them down, one by one, if they piss me off. I'll shoot them down with rubber bands. Damn. Who am I kidding?! I can't even shoot rubber bands. No, I'll throw my dog at them. Lol. I told Weelyn just now when she asked how do we get our hairdo out, that I'd put my head at Rusti's mouth, and he'll bite it off for me. Lol. I really have a wild imagination.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank God for Youtube that I managed to catch major songs Linkin Park played at their concert. And, thank God I didn't go, cause...Singaporeans are dumb. Ignore the fact I'm Singaporean, but they go to a concert and they sing. WTF. So instead of hearing the artist sing, you hear other people singing. What. The. Fuck. Might as well play at home, sing at home right. Singaporeans make me very amused. Thank God I didn't go. Seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have the feeling as if I'm supposed to get dressed and go to school now. Funny. HA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes, guess how many pins were stuck in my head! Guess! Guess! Guess! HAHAHAHA. When I started taking out, I was like, are these gonna end?! Since I'm so bored, here goes,...the number of pins = [1(2)(3)+(4)(3)+(5+7)/6+58-92X2+106+(87)(3)-96/2]/3-7X3-(2)(11)+1176/12.&lt;br /&gt;Happy Calculating. The answer is...a two digit even number. It's not difficult to get, unless you made a careless mistake. HAHA. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sky is completely bright now. It's time for me to go to school. RIGHT. No. HA. I think I'm going insane. Ah boring. I want to stay awake till 9 plus to watch Debbie Travis' Painted House. It's been a looong time since I watched Debbie Travis' shows cause Channel 5 pretty much sucks and chose to broadcast her shows in the freaking morning! Hmmm. Or maybe I should sleep and wake up later. Damn. Ah, go sleep la. I'm having the syndrome of weird sleeping hours, AGAIN. Ok. I'll go sleep. Have a nice day everyone! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25058078-8963058596406679784?l=jazzicalfarts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jazzicalfarts.blogspot.com/feeds/8963058596406679784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25058078&amp;postID=8963058596406679784' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25058078/posts/default/8963058596406679784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25058078/posts/default/8963058596406679784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jazzicalfarts.blogspot.com/2007/11/its-6.html' title=''/><author><name>jazzicalfarter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18353506274906491605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25058078.post-1115152628458436910</id><published>2007-11-17T02:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-17T03:42:56.346+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This blog post is not going to be random. It's gonna be about Grad Night, which I went for, and missed NCO. But invitation was needed for NCO, so it being in some ulu place like NeeSoonCamp, it kind of gave me a reason to go for Grad Night instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How should I put it? It was average. Here's the "holistic" report for the whole entire event.&lt;br /&gt;5 out of 10 for level of interest I had in it.&lt;br /&gt;10 out of 10 for the effort put into trying to transform the school hall, &lt;em&gt;that I sooooo couldn't recognize it.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;0 out of 10 for the level of success achieved in the transformation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They said they'll have coolers, WHATEVER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;We were perspiring. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They said we wouldn't recognize the hall, WHATEVER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It looked the same to me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They said there'll be event planners, WHATEVER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Bullshit, Cowdung, Dogpoo. It didn't seem awesomely well planned.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boring la, our school. CMI. Cannot Make It. Come out with all sorts of excuses to cover up for their plans to cut costs. And, they, trying to kid with us, is obviously a complete and total joke. Don't you find it funny? OH YES. Ha. Ha. Ha. Ha. Ha. Laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO. Why did I still have interest?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, friends being there, was partly the reason. Friends over rule venue. HAHA. The company spent while searching the outskirts of Singapore, ok, maybe not thoroughly, just mainly town, searching for everything which fitted our outfit, was goooood. It was awesomely interesting, funny and enjoyable, with Farah, Eunice, Weelyn, and HC. Then, friends at Grad Night, would be obviously the reason to attend. I mean, damn, picture-taking after the whole event was the only awesome part of the whole night. Even though everyone, was unglamly perspiring in the "cooled" hall, it was really fun going around, taking pictures with all your mates, those in the same class, same CCA, or best, even the same Sec 1 class. It was just, so much fun. It sure makes you treasure those you had, the past 4/10 years, even better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was looking forward to the slideshows. But screw the event planners (if they even existed) cause they didn't play the slides! At least part of 4/6's came out, but it totally didn't fit the point, when, they were trying to get 4/1 up on stage to get their class photo taken. The bad thing, I had a number of unglam shots in the thing. And I've no idea where they got the pics from. There was one like, "2.30, tutorials start." and they show me sleeping. BEST. Another, was one taken during NCO, when I was holding the mace and doing what shit pose. BEST, cause I seriously didn't know where that came from cause I WANT PICS OF ME IN NCO BUT I CAN'T FIND THEM! Then, one was one I foolishly allowed SONA and TUNG TUNG TUNG DA DA DA aka Clarissa, meddle with my hair and markers. BEST, cause that was ultimately unglam. However, honestly, and humbly, I must still say, none of my unglam shots can compete with the award-winning/Escar/Ommy nominated picture of 4/6 07's existance in SAC, Weelyn's drug addict shot! LOL! :D I seriously, didn't submit that ah. Anyway, coming back to the point, I'm rather irritated they didn't play the slides!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grad Night amused me because you get to see everyone transform. Like, from the being nerdy to being glamourous, though some, I seriously don't know what went through their minds when they picked their outfit out. Anyway, I went for Grad Night because I could get to see a rather amusing fashion show. Haha. All the weird outfits, and yet, the really really really beautiful ones. If they were weird, they were really weird. If they were pretty, they were really pretty. But duh, mostly were the same. So, that fits under the category of "plain and simple". Then came the Grace and Style award aka Prom Queen (whatever), which was not too shocking. I think they all deserved it, esp Audrey Lange, the disgracer to my name, LOL, and Ruzanna! :D Shuweet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, what happened to the other 5 marks which were lost in the scale of my interest? To put it short and sweet,...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Long award ceremony.&lt;br /&gt;Long speeches.&lt;br /&gt;Performances which weren't too awesome.&lt;br /&gt;Hall.&lt;br /&gt;Humidity.&lt;br /&gt;The sound of how the CCEs tried their best desperately to make it work, when obviously, it couldn't really work.&lt;br /&gt;Retarded rules regarding the skinnies issue, that do make people very irritated, yet people like me, amused.&lt;br /&gt;Everyone noticing my tan, and PEELING SKIN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dolling up and dressing up at Hollywood Secrets was probably one of the bestest part of the whole idea of Grad Night. It's been a loooong time since I touched makeup, which was most probably my birthday, where Clarissa, Maxine and Michelle attempted to give me a makeover, but for like proper making up for an event, it'd be a performance in church, or wait, Sounds of Music. Lol. Spas. Anyway, the makeup was awesome. I didn't really like it at first, but I began to love it even more when I looked into the mirror during hair styling. Lol. I don't have a thing bout glitter, but it still went perfectly well! :D Then, came the hair styling part. The guy talked to me in Chinese, and I felt so hopeless when I couldn't reply in Chinese. I spoke in broken Chinese, he asked what time was the event in Chinese, and I said "Liu dian (Six o'clock)" and he said it was early, it being only 2 plus. And I said, "Ying wei, wo men need to report at 5 o'clock" Wa, shit. I felt like Jing-mei from JLC. Goodness. ANYWAY, he said I had a sweet face (DUH!) HAHAHAHA, (wait till he hears me curse and swear) and that I looked like as if I was going to get married, LOL, and said something bout during wedding, gotta be even prettier or something. Ok, so no link. Lol. I think he just forgotten that I'm married already. Lol. Anyway, then, he plaited and bunned my hair, and it looked really really pretty! I loved it...not till he...did something to my fringe when Eunice Gee was beside me. Lol. He did those peacock look, I almost died on the spot. When I saw it, I was like "SHIT. Everyone's gonna call me peacock." then after finishing, he said "Ok, done. Can?" and I was like, "Can I have my flat fringe instead?" HAHA. So...embarrassing. You should have seen my face, and Eunice's. It was CLASSIC man. But I managed to get back the hair I loved, that, I'm here now blogging, and not yet showered cause I don't wanna take out the hairdo. I wanna keep it! HAHAHA. For this, I totally love Hollywood Secrets. Money spent was indeed worth its value! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funny incidents at Hollywood Secrets:&lt;br /&gt;Eunice was mistaken for a mix, yet again.&lt;br /&gt;One of the lady said Eunice's eyes were so big, they could "fang dian" (in other words, you know, do that electricity thingy with the opposite sex or whatever)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, once we stepped foot out of Hollywood Secrets, people couldn't stop staring. God, it was seriously so irritated. Damn it, and it's PARAGON for goodness sake. It seems as if nothing's wrong. Oh yes, we were in our dresses by the way, but all the aunties, couldn't stop staring. As if we were walking naked. It was to the extent I said "WILL THEY JUST STOP STARING?!" while looking at this aunty staring. And, best thing was that she continued to stare! So, we decided to go to Starbucks since I assured Eunice, Weelyn and HC, that if we sat at SB, no one would notice us, rather than walking around. Stares were lesser, but we did get noticed for makeup la huh. Not too bad. Better than stares, from aunties.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cabbed from Paragon to NatEng's house to tompang our stuff, thanks a million bitch! HAHA. And it was so sickening cause the queue was uber long, and I specifically wanted a Prestige cab, so we could arrive in style and glamour, so we tried to call, BUT THEY REFUSED TO PICK UP OUR CALL! Sickening! So we ended up calling for Comfort Cab. Better than being late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's skip the details of Grad Night, wait. Except for the GOH's speech. Wapiang! Her speech is like totally no link to the theme/event. She told a story, and it was as if she was writing an essay la. "Our hearts sank to our feet", etc. I STM, can't really recall the rest. Anyway, yeah. Oh yes, and my feet was totally aching. Standing for a long period of time in heels, is pretty bad. Equivalent to shopping in heels actually, which happened to me before. And everyone, EVERYONE, I knew, just had to take note of my tan. So...embarrassing! It's like..."Audrey! You're so red!", "Nice tan, Audrey!", etc. Lesson learnt. Thank God for the shawl, if not, I'd have been peeling my skin during the speeches. LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Headed to Simpang Bedok to sup. Food and company was awesome beyond awesome! :D Laughed, talked, reminiscenced, feasted, over the good old days of Secondary life, how we transformed from nerds-who-wore-round-frame-glasses-and-tied-our-unlayered-hair-in-a-low-pony-tail to young-ladies-who-wear-contact-lenses-and-tie-our-hair-looking-like-a-kcian. HAHAHAHA. Laughed over every single little bit we did, and all the lame things we said. Oh yes, I must complain, everyone ordered drinks eh? Duh. So I ordered white spider. It's a drink where they put rubber spiders, and when the spiders are submerged, they look white but when they are taken out, they turn black. And the drink is of your own choice. Sounds convincing? BULLSHIT, COWDUNG, DOGPOO. It's just sprite with Vanilla ice-cream. No realtion to white spider. Probably cause the vanilla ice-cream is like floating, it looks like a spider. Hmmm. Maybe. Why can't they call it Sprite Float?! So, I ordered that. Everyone's drinks came and they finished them, and my white spider still didn't come. So when my patience became to wear off, I asked again. Then I waited, waited. And waited. It still didn't come. SO, for the last time, I asked. And then, it arrived. It was black! As in BLACK SPIDER. Not WHITE! SO tsking la. So everyone was making fun, saying that that's the lala version of the white spider. WHATVER. And so I made up a story that its transforming, like TRANSFORMERS! :D HAHA. So till then, I still believed that I was drinking WHITE SPIDER. Then when the receipt came, guess what, it stated "BLACK SPIDER" BEST I TELL YOU, ULTIMATE BEST. For 3 times, I ask for WHITE SPIDER, they give it to me after I've almost quenched my thirst and then they servce me a wrong drink, without me knowing. Blame my stupidity and Clarissa, for her awesomely awesomely lala friends. HAHA. Other than that, dinner/supper, was most probably the best part of the entire day! Simpang is shuweet! :D Plus, Clarissa's lala friends served us! Slowly, one by one left, and it was left with Maxine, Clarissa and I. Chatted, till the wee hours of 1.30, then left Simpang. Returned at 2, and from then on, I've been blogging, and Facebooking, and MSNing, and not bathing, and not touching my hair, cause I love it. HAHA. I know, I stink pretty badly now. Oh wells, then would someone kindly get me that lovely Dolce and Gabana fragrance I absolutely love? HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 awesome years, or would I say 10 years, of being in a Canossian school. Yes, it's been interesting, like a rollercoaster ride, with all the boredom, and all the climax, changes, etc. It's been moulded into a perfect story, with a perfect ending. To all those, who made this journey, one I would never forget, for it's been so enjoyable and memorable, to all the classmates who made lessons so interesting, teachers who made lessons boring so classmates could make it interesting, to all my Bandmates, Band Seniors, and all the cliques I've been in, Thank You for every little tiny bit you've done. And to the Class of 2007, we've graduated, and it's a relief, that we're free from the hands of Joseph and her discipline team, and from here, All The Best. With All My Love. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure you'd have realised, just like how I myself have, that I am indeed a very spoilt, and pampered child, a demanding one. OH WELL. :) Too bad, that's why my name is AUDREY CULLUM!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, back to Facebooking, and fighting Zombies. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;This has been a long post. If you managed to survive, good for you since you read through the itty bitty gritty detail of my awesomely spent 16 November 2007. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25058078-1115152628458436910?l=jazzicalfarts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jazzicalfarts.blogspot.com/feeds/1115152628458436910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25058078&amp;postID=1115152628458436910' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25058078/posts/default/1115152628458436910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25058078/posts/default/1115152628458436910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jazzicalfarts.blogspot.com/2007/11/this-blog-post-is-not-going-to-be.html' title=''/><author><name>jazzicalfarter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18353506274906491605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25058078.post-5928516874102533367</id><published>2007-11-14T23:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-14T23:45:43.136+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Please remind me to blog bout my awesome birthday, someday. For now, it's a RANDOM POST!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Audrey thinks....Shayne Ward should seriously ditch the idea of dancing in his videos. He's trying to be Justin Timberlake and doesn't look too awesome dancing, in my opinion. Please don't go, WTF! HE LOOKS HOT! to me, cause I didn't say he isn't. He is so so la. But, he seriously should stop dancing. If you beg to differ, you're invited to do so politely. I'm just really bored, so I'm coming to start on random topics. Proof of his dancing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/yt5Lu5Bx5co&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/yt5Lu5Bx5co&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/l6H8mOVeqvw&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/l6H8mOVeqvw&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Above, is him, resembling Justin. Man. I think he would do better, if he just lip syncs and stares into the camera, than dance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The irony of all this, is that, I don't really fancy him. HAHA. :D&lt;br /&gt;I'm pretty sure people wouldn't even bother to watch the videos. I didn't really expect you to. HAHA.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25058078-5928516874102533367?l=jazzicalfarts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jazzicalfarts.blogspot.com/feeds/5928516874102533367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25058078&amp;postID=5928516874102533367' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25058078/posts/default/5928516874102533367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25058078/posts/default/5928516874102533367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jazzicalfarts.blogspot.com/2007/11/please-remind-me-to-blog-bout-my.html' title=''/><author><name>jazzicalfarter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18353506274906491605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25058078.post-373837326886827080</id><published>2007-11-13T20:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-13T21:41:10.330+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>You hear the sound of that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the sound of me desperately trying to tear my laminated entry proof. Yes, indeed, it's finally the day I can officially proclaim freedom to myself and deem that piece of document which seemed ever so intimidating on the 21st Oct, worthless and useless! Let me repeat myself, if you didn't get that clear, I'd repeat in simpler terms...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MY O LEVELS ARE OFFICIALLY OVER! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a million and ton papers of papers, after following the routine of studying day and night, it obviously felt weird to put a stop to all that. I must say, I was forced to study (obviously) but got the hang of it, and started loving it. But, the catch is that when I start to love it, the exam is over and no longer is that certain subject part of my life, period. So, I am pretty sure that I'd miss my best friend then, STUDYING but for now, I'm pretty much concentrating on enjoying myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must admit, that I have never ever put in that much effort into my studies ever. The thing is, I also doubt I did well. I started late. I've never studied THIS much before, going to school to study, then going out to study, then coming home to study. Seriously, that's not Audrey. Actually, it's not a big of a deal as compared to music exams. Anyway, the results are definitely worrying, but no point in worrying bout them. If I did average, to be honest, I'd feel "Oh ok" but if it's bad, I'd stone for probably only a day, then head on with life. That's me. Oh well, to hell with Os, and on with life! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grad Night's this friday, and to tell you the truth, I don't give a fuck bout it. Seriously. And everyone's gonna be so emo on Friday, and would be exchanging stuff and all, and here's the part where I become paiseh...cause...yours truly, has got nothing prepared. Eunice said I should just give my love! HAHAHAH! :D And to make Grad Night worse, two words "PEELING SKIN". :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye to...&lt;br /&gt;SAC&lt;br /&gt;Studying at Starbucks&lt;br /&gt;Searching for TYS at Popular&lt;br /&gt;Getting frustrated when we don't get them&lt;br /&gt;Spending tons of bucks on books and stationery&lt;br /&gt;Thinking of the post-Os activities&lt;br /&gt;Efforts spent on spotting for the exam&lt;br /&gt;Linda Teo's picking on me and my weaknesses and malu-ing of me in class&lt;br /&gt;Xing Lao Shi's LIAO SHU JUAN!&lt;br /&gt;Bey bey's...Aiya, everything she does la.&lt;br /&gt;Mrs Heng's PRESS ON!&lt;br /&gt;Miss Kang's accents&lt;br /&gt;Juliana's SEQ practices which she doesn't mark at all&lt;br /&gt;Mrs Loke's verbal SBQ practices&lt;br /&gt;Mrs Boo's I MUST GET MY DISTINCTIONS!&lt;br /&gt;Mrs Yip's pro catching skills&lt;br /&gt;Mdm Sim's...well, what can I say?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Farewell, period, to...&lt;br /&gt;Comprehensions and Summaries&lt;br /&gt;Histograms and Frequency Curves&lt;br /&gt;Differentiation and Integration&lt;br /&gt;Macbeth and JLC&lt;br /&gt;Good governance and everything Singapore&lt;br /&gt;Hitler, Stalin, Rasputin&lt;br /&gt;Chemical Equations&lt;br /&gt;Transformers!&lt;br /&gt;Arteries and Veins, and reproduction in man&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To the garanguni with all my worksheets, notes, and textbooks! :D&lt;br /&gt;Long live the freedom we enjoy today! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25058078-373837326886827080?l=jazzicalfarts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jazzicalfarts.blogspot.com/feeds/373837326886827080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25058078&amp;postID=373837326886827080' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25058078/posts/default/373837326886827080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25058078/posts/default/373837326886827080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jazzicalfarts.blogspot.com/2007/11/you-hear-sound-of-that-its-sound-of-me.html' title=''/><author><name>jazzicalfarter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18353506274906491605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25058078.post-5093049207384650766</id><published>2007-11-09T22:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-09T22:26:14.672+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I cannot take it. I think I fried my brain while trying to tan. I typed 'blogger' in the username field for my blogger account. Oh my goodness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe I'm THIS close to becoming extinct. From the face of the earth, how long have I been gone and so much has happened online. Damn it. Jennifer Kuruthukulam, our maid, has a freaking Facebook account! No offence though, Kuruthukulam. And I myself, partly her master, am trying to figure and configure wtf Facebook is about, and what makes it so interesting that everytime my brother returns home, he has diverted his attention from checking his emails immediately to switching on Facebook. Then when he does so, he goes to the Counter Strike thingy and starts random attacking people and rejoices (I mean literally goes YES YOU DIEEEEEEE!!!) when he kills someone or gets promoted to another rank which he probably would never get if I become a mean sister and hack into his account and kill his soul. Ok, that's not the point. The point is, I'm trying to create a freaking account, cause Jo has asked me a long time ago to do so, and Cindy just told me to do so, and now, I'm rather lost in the world of Facebook cause it's too...complicated. Just because I've been away for only a couple of months, doesn't mean I should be THIS far from the current world. Damn it. I bet you must be sniggering away now and thinking 'Damn she's really a gone case.' This is utterly depressing, I tell you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok. That's all. I'm done with ranting.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25058078-5093049207384650766?l=jazzicalfarts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jazzicalfarts.blogspot.com/feeds/5093049207384650766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25058078&amp;postID=5093049207384650766' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25058078/posts/default/5093049207384650766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25058078/posts/default/5093049207384650766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jazzicalfarts.blogspot.com/2007/11/i-cannot-take-it.html' title=''/><author><name>jazzicalfarter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18353506274906491605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25058078.post-2889040817496126284</id><published>2007-11-09T20:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-09T21:39:00.237+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Man. I hurt this much. Emphasis: THIS much. Every single part of my body. Smart me, went swimming with Huang Chi, and we never ever learn our lesson of how everytime we put sun tanning oil, we get burnt. Because, we do. We do get burnt. So burnt that I'm literally, hot now. See, I'm so humble now. Haha. That's cause I hurt so much that I have no mood to joke. I really need to find out the right way to tan. I think I'm going to resort by tying gel packs to my hand or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If tmr, Eunice Gee finds out I have a sunburn, and starts whacking me, she's on the roadway to hell from me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Bolly Bolly Bolly 2! The Best Bhangra CD!"&lt;br /&gt;What. The. Fuck?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[edit]&lt;br /&gt;It's actually "Bolly Bolly Volume 2!" That lala's accent was too strong, I didn't get it. LOL! :D"&lt;br /&gt;[edit]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My long posts will return after the Bio paper. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25058078-2889040817496126284?l=jazzicalfarts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jazzicalfarts.blogspot.com/feeds/2889040817496126284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25058078&amp;postID=2889040817496126284' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25058078/posts/default/2889040817496126284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25058078/posts/default/2889040817496126284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jazzicalfarts.blogspot.com/2007/11/man.html' title=''/><author><name>jazzicalfarter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18353506274906491605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25058078.post-5175555385370733106</id><published>2007-11-08T14:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-08T14:19:30.556+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HELLO WORLD! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 more paper to go, but, whoever said I can't enjoy in this 1 week? I obviously did so with my bestest of bestest friend now. Meet her, her name is Shopping! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My brain cells have dieded too much and I have obviously became gu-dong, during the Os, and when I placed foot into Vivo, the air was too overwhelming. Maybe I'm exaggerating but I've spent over a *censored* dollars on clothes, clothes, and food. HA! And I didn't buy that much clothes. But I'm not regretting cause I've never tried on this many clothes in a million years, or neither have I spent this much money in a day in ages. The last time I did so was in Hawaii when I didn't even try on clothes but speed shopped. It was pretty fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the Literature paper, out came the jigsaw puzzle, out came the storybooks, out came the DVDs, out came my best friend! I've never felt this carefree anymore, and never has FREEDOM smelt this shuweet ever! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now now my friends, would you like to have a date with me? Chill out sessions? Whatever, Book now before I become busy again! Subject to conditions though. :) I'm free as a bird now! I still have not ran out of things to do in fact!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll worry bout my results later, when I should.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till then, with love!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25058078-5175555385370733106?l=jazzicalfarts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jazzicalfarts.blogspot.com/feeds/5175555385370733106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25058078&amp;postID=5175555385370733106' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25058078/posts/default/5175555385370733106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25058078/posts/default/5175555385370733106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jazzicalfarts.blogspot.com/2007/11/hello-world-d-1-more-paper-to-go-but.html' title=''/><author><name>jazzicalfarter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18353506274906491605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25058078.post-5695055591688460354</id><published>2007-10-18T19:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-18T19:28:05.631+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Maybe it didn't occur to you that there was something called Zinc Carbonate.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe you forgot the word CARBONATE existed.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe lying isn't such a good thing after all.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe you were expecting too much.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe you were too complacent.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe you were too careless.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe you could have done better.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it was tough.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe you should move on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, it didn't occur to me at all.&lt;br /&gt;I knew that word existed. I know, Carbon Dioxide produced, Carbonate.&lt;br /&gt;I was indeed lying, I knew it was obviously not an iodide but I still insisted on it.&lt;br /&gt;Is full marks for practicals too much to ask for, when my theory is too horrible?&lt;br /&gt;I dont think I was. Don't bullshit with me and say YOU DID WELL FOR PRELIM PRACTICALS. I knew I was deep shit.&lt;br /&gt;Cambridge won't give you another chance anyway, so who cares?!&lt;br /&gt;So what. There's still no second chance.&lt;br /&gt;BULLSHIT. It was fucking easy. You just weren't...thinking.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, maybe you should. You will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I went to school. But I can't remember what I did. There was a practical exam? Oh there was? How come I don't recall it. Oh, maybe cause I forgotten all about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few days ago, I almost lost my life. Do not ask Weelyn, her blog is unreliable. I'm not timid. I just dont want to die before I sit for my papers. When she found out that the VS boy died yesterday, she had a different opinion on jaywalking,... for now. I told you Weelyn is bad influence. She's a drug addict, and a jaywalker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it's not that I'm depressed.&lt;br /&gt;I'm frustrated, very frustrated.&lt;br /&gt;I'm angry, very angry with myself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25058078-5695055591688460354?l=jazzicalfarts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jazzicalfarts.blogspot.com/feeds/5695055591688460354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25058078&amp;postID=5695055591688460354' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25058078/posts/default/5695055591688460354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25058078/posts/default/5695055591688460354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jazzicalfarts.blogspot.com/2007/10/maybe-it-didnt-occur-to-you-that-there.html' title=''/><author><name>jazzicalfarter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18353506274906491605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25058078.post-1451153199294440573</id><published>2007-10-12T23:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-12T23:31:37.177+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I. HAVE. THIS. VERY. STRONG. DESIRE. Watch out. But I worry, becourse me England have be verry bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe, to a very large extent, that I will miss studying after Os. Not only that, I will miss going to Bedok North Avenue 4 to squeeze brain juice out of brain cells which has never been touched before, which I have been doing so for the past 10 years. It's just...5 more weeks to go, and...no more tuition, no more TYS, and HELLO VIOLIN, HELLO PIANO, HELLO SHOPPING! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you thought I was going to do an emo post, you got it wrong. Cause, even though I can be rather, (and very) emo, this is definitely not the right time. Wait for one after Grad Night la huh. But I must definitely include here, that I will definitely miss 4/6, and hate to say this, SAC. I really want 4/6 to do well, that I hope one of the top three in our school would be from 4/6. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got my camera back and I must say, Sr Rita moves reeeeeeaaaaalllllyyyyy sssssslllllloooooooooooooooooooooooooowwwwwwlllllllllll....what's the next alphabet? Oh yes, yyyyyyyyyyyy. That's how she does her things as well. She opens the cupboard sooooo slowwwwly that she forgets what she needs to take out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What am I going to do immediately after Os? Go to the hair salon, to get my hair cut, not get it dyed (I am anti-dye-my-hair-cause-I-don't-wanna-spoil-it) and then go home and sleep. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Note to take note of : WEELYN IS A DRUG ADDICT. PLEASE BEWARE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25058078-1451153199294440573?l=jazzicalfarts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jazzicalfarts.blogspot.com/feeds/1451153199294440573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25058078&amp;postID=1451153199294440573' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25058078/posts/default/1451153199294440573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25058078/posts/default/1451153199294440573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jazzicalfarts.blogspot.com/2007/10/i.html' title=''/><author><name>jazzicalfarter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18353506274906491605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25058078.post-545005091188311816</id><published>2007-10-06T23:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-07T23:30:30.544+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I have failed terribly and miserably in my attempt to not come online, obviously. Oh wells.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lot has happened ever since I last blogged, and I simply dont understand why the number of hits has increased by a 100, despite my stating I'm not going to blog. Like hello? Stop coming here. Its like, I say no entries, come here for what, unless your reasons are that you love Jamie too, so you love the pics at the top. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone has declared 3rd October a very unlucky day for me, that Eunice wanted to dedicate Bad Day for me on 98.7FM. That's how bad it was. It was so bad, my nicest and dearest friends whom I love so much, being Weelyn and Eunice got my 3 chicken balls, which I bet was actually leftovers from their lunch. But I shant doubt their kindness. What exactly happened? I forgot to bring my wallet, which wasn't much of deal. I got cornered by the two teachers I hate the most, Sim Pheck Choo and Linda Teo. I shall no longer hide my hatred. Lindo Teo FOLLOWED me wherever I went, to do what? To confiscate my camera. DAMN IT la. It's just a fucking camera please?! I don't even take a shot of you for goodness sake. To think you asked me to erase the picture. Like...RIGHT. Would you kindly spend the free time you obviously had on marking our work than to chase me for a fucking camera?! You have no idea how difficult it was for me to sleep that night. And now, I can get my camera back ONE FUCKING DAY AFTER MY LAST DAY OF SCHOOL! God! Then Sim's incident, I have to blame it on myself, for not being experienced at ponning tutorials. But came, my awesome friends to the rescue! They pitied me for having to go for a 1 to 1 tutorial with Sim, so they entered MPR like, slowly, 2 by 2, first Jo and Sonia then Anne and Clarissa. Hilarious shit. Thank you soooo much! :D I've never been this unlucky actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eunice wanted me to blog about her. There, I have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last day of school this Thurs. My goodness. I really can't believe this. All this, all this shit, is going to end in 5 weeks! :D I can't wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been suffering with Weelyn. Thank God school ends this Thurs, HAHA. Sitting beside her is like...HELL. I wonder how Abi tolerated that piece of shit. LOL! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I miss a million and one things and people, because everyone's not themselves."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WA, I think this blog entry is like shit. What's wrong with me?! Please, pardon me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25058078-545005091188311816?l=jazzicalfarts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jazzicalfarts.blogspot.com/feeds/545005091188311816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25058078&amp;postID=545005091188311816' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25058078/posts/default/545005091188311816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25058078/posts/default/545005091188311816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jazzicalfarts.blogspot.com/2007/10/i-have-failed-terribly-and-miserably-in.html' title=''/><author><name>jazzicalfarter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18353506274906491605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25058078.post-4008836565555347648</id><published>2007-09-21T18:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-21T19:35:39.391+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I have a ton of things to share today since I'm not coming online till a million years later. But for now, I'd just be giving myself an hour online after being successfully capable of not coming online for the past two weeks. :D Next attempt, 50 days or so. Haha. I suppose you should know when that is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, so life has been so hectic and stressful...and...awesome! Thus, the reason why I'm here to blog is cause I feel this urgent need to share a million things of how life has been soo fucking hilarious for me, before I forget every funny moment. I'm gonna blog bout the significant ones which took place ever since I last blogged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First thing first, another embarrassing Weelyn moment! Took place not quite long ago.&lt;br /&gt;Clarissa: The beetle was like soooo huge! It was like the rhinocerous beetle!...&lt;br /&gt;Weelyn: Huh? How you know how a rhinocerous look like...?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Er, Weelyn, you've never been to the zoo?&lt;br /&gt;Weelyn: Isn't a rhinocerous a dinosaur?&lt;br /&gt;FUCKING HILARIOUS. Sorry Weelyn. I have to take advantage of the opportunity to suan you all I can in case we don't get into the same school after graduating. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next, JBF did take place. Unfortunately we couldn't make it. And so Eunice, Weelyn and I decided to get Cindy a present for her debut conducting performance. Lol! After so much consideration of what to get her, we bought a Barbie bottle and those spongy stickers from Popular and stretchable rubber lizards from Toys R Us. Using our oh so wonderful imaginative creativity, we place the lizards in the bottle, and wrapped the bottle using the Toys R Us wrapper, and since we didn't have tape at that time, we used to stickers. It was fucking hilarious. Note, she hates lizards. :D I wish I could have been there to see her reaction. Oh wells. We know she totally loves us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next, Eunice and I studied at Siglap Starbucks one of the days during the Prelim period, and we were doing A Math. Let me say, it was rather productive because I managed to feel smart doing questions she wasn't able to do. :D HAHA! She totally couldn't believe it, and thus, she concluded that I was merely using my HANTAM skills. Like whatever Gee. Hahaha. And she managed to do those questions of mine, which were easy la! Tsk! Dont believe her blog. I didn't even ask her how to do those questions. Haha. She's just trying to sound somewhat smart only. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hanging out with Eunice Gee is horrible. I've been soooo darn racist for the past who knows how many weeks. I feel so bad. Oh wells. It's really hilarious fun, and company's just awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then from studying too much, I've been having weird dreams or would I say nightmares. Few others have been having them too. Let's see. I dreamnt that some ** **** **** crashed my house cause there was a drumset in my room, which was a recording studio. And ***** was hanging outside my room like spider man. If you wanna know who the *s refer to, you could probably ask me. But I'm sure most of you know. Then, I also dreamt that the Literature girls were on an outing to some Macbeth amusement park. Like what the hell. There was this clown ride, where I broke my nose, apparently. Worse of all, the worse nightmare, I must say, I "dreamt" that I was steading Gee Shiyun Eunice. I swear, it was HORRIGIBLE. Lol! Imagine. No you can't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The post-Prelim mood which is somewhat supposed to be like "WHOHOOOOO!" is totally not taking it's effect. After Prelims, we were like.."Oh ok, so it has ended. Alright then." Wow. I'm feeling rather motivated for now though. We've been talking so much of what we wanna do after Os. And here's a list of what I wanna do...&lt;br /&gt;1 Get a job at either, Gramophone, Starbucks, Subway or Famous Amos.&lt;br /&gt;2 Tour round Singapore with the Recess Bunch, and the itenary includes the zoo, for the sake of Weelyn.&lt;br /&gt;3 Dedicate a day with Eunice Gee to go queue for Donut Factory donuts. Lol!&lt;br /&gt;4 Band Chalet! :D&lt;br /&gt;5 Shopping, shopping and more shopping!&lt;br /&gt;6 Movie Marathons!&lt;br /&gt;7 Starbucks Chill-out sessions.&lt;br /&gt;8 Make a scrapbook of my Secondary school life.&lt;br /&gt;But first, why don't I just stay faithful to the books eh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few days ago, Abi, Sonia, Weelyn and I have formed many alliances within us, against ourselves indirectly. If you're lucky enough to be in 4/6, you could come to Sonia or my table to have a look at the generic diagram of the Family Tree of the CAWA family. Chew. Abi. Wee. Auds. CAWA. Get it eh? HAHA! Examples of the alliances would be...Hmmm. There's so many, I can't even recall. There's the Abidrey which rose and fell on the 20th Sept, and lasted for less than 10 mins because there was internal conflicts within the alliance. Eraser War. LOL! Then there's one us three against Weelyn, but I can't remember the name. And Weelyn desperately formed one alliance of her own. Doesn't quite make sense but it's Weelyn you know. HAHA! Its totally hilarious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Youth Mission today, was fucking awesome! It was totally hilarious! They made me laugh my fucking guts out for goodness sake. They were so racist! I have to say, they were even better than the Muttons. Oh yes, Eunice, Anne and Weelyn have been listening to Muttons for the past few weeks. It feels good to talk to someone who knows bout Muttons. Then like the day after, we'd discuss about Muttons. I'm thinking of when I should carry out the plan/dare from Eunice to call in to the Muttons and complain bout the topic Reproduction in Man, especially the part having to memorise the male organs, you know what I'm talking bout, since some person complained bout Chem's Mole Concept. Lol. Anyway, back to the Youth Mission. We had to write affirmation notes to each other at a point of time and they started playing Vitamin C's Graduation Song. Cheesy, I know, but it apparently, hit me and many others, and we became rather emotional. ESPECIALLY EUNICE! She has heard that song thrice for the past few days and cried every single time she heard them. That includes today. Lol. I think I've made such an awesome impact on her life la huh. Hahahah. I sure had an awesome time during the session today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, for the complaining part. Bear with me please, sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, Graduation Night is taking place on the 16th Nov.&lt;br /&gt;NCO 33rd's POP is on 16th Nov as well.&lt;br /&gt;This means FUCK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Graduation Night took place in ITE last year.&lt;br /&gt;Graduation Night is taking place in the school hall, which is apparently "going to be transformed till you can never recognize it as the school hall" (as quoted from Mrs Joseph)&lt;br /&gt;This is totaly bullshit because seeing how stingy out school can get, how transformed can the hall get?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Graduation Night would take place in the afternoon if there's going to be a Prom Night on the same day.&lt;br /&gt;This means, it's not going to be Graduation Night but Graduation Afternoon, followed by High Tea, then Prom Night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT. THE. FUCK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not being fucking sore bout this for no apparent reason. Look, they want us to have it in the school hall cause they want it to be significant since we spent our four years in the school. Ok, fine, sounds reasonable. But how transformed can it get?! And please, if we can't recognise it, then what's the point of having it in the school hall?! God! Then the thing is, we're going...to not receive our testimonials you know. We don't even know what the hell we're going to receive. We're just going to receive SOMETHING. They're even asking for suggestions. And they include, a teddy bear wearing the uniform, or a plaque thingy. God. So, in other words, they're desperately thinking of an idea for us to go up on stage and receive something, just for the fucking sake of that. Moreover, Prom Night, is dumb. Why? Let me state the differences.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grad Night&lt;br /&gt;-Parents present&lt;br /&gt;-Mandatory to dress in white and decently&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prom Night&lt;br /&gt;-No parents&lt;br /&gt;-No restrictions on dress code&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, Prom Night, is simply another Grad Night but you just get to wear something more varied of so and with no parents to interfere. But what is there to interfere when this Prom Night will not be one with any boys. Strictly No Boys Allowed. Oh wow! Let's all turn fucking lesbians then! Awesome man. Not being desperate. I'm just voicing out my opinions. I mean, whether there'd be a Prom or not, I'd definitely not go. Anyway, the Prom might also be held in school. Let me repeat...HELD IN SCHOOL. And why wouldn't I go despite its venue...cause...If there's a prom, there'd be a Graduation AFTERNOON. And right after, I'd rush to NCO's POP. HAHA! AWESOME! But...I can't quite raise my hopes too high for now. And it totally sucks. But for now, I'll just...study. Yes, study.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, since I've been tagged, here goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. The person who tag you is Gee ShiYun Eunice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Your relationship with him/her is... she's my crapping partner, brocolli partner, band mate, ex-classmates, fellow racist ass. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Your 5 impressions of him/her...&lt;br /&gt;- She sucks.&lt;br /&gt;- She very vain, proof, her mirror in her PENCIL CASE, not MIRROR CASE.&lt;br /&gt;- She's very racist.&lt;br /&gt;- She's fucking hilarious most of the time, and if she isn't, something is terribly wrong. And has a terribly contagious laughter! Lol!&lt;br /&gt;- She still sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. The most memorable thing he/she had done for you... I can't really remember. Support me? Oh yes, write a letter to me before SYF, words of encouragement. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. The most memorable words he/she had said... Mrs Cullum! You're so pretty! HAHAHA! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. zif he/she becomes your lover, you... God, need I even say...? Ain't it obvious from my nightmare?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. If he/she becomes your lover, things he/she has to... stop suaning me and part with that mirror of hers, and become a man. Lol!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. If he/she becomes your enemy, ... I will not even be bothered with her?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. If he/she becomes your enemy, the reason will be... she steals my Jamie. I know she wants to. Lol!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. The most desired thing you want to do for him/her now is... nothing. Why would I want to do anything for her? Lol. I already have done a great deal by making her life so awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Your overall impression of him/her is...She sucks. I said that already. I cannot quite emphasize it any further. Lol. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. How you think people around you will feel about you? Ask them, they'd say I'm FUCKING AWESOME! :D DUH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. The character you love of yourself is... there's too many. I can't choose. HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. On the contrary, the characters you hate of yourself are... I'm extremely indecisive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. The most ideal person you want to be is... a toddler. Just gotta cry and cry. And have fun. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. For people that care and like you, say something to them... Er. It's compulsory that I receive special care and attention, so it's good you're living up to that rule. HAHA! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Pass this quiz to 10 persons that you wish to know how they feel about you (they are not place in any preference orders...those with blogs only)&lt;br /&gt;1. Weelyn&lt;br /&gt;2. Eunice (Just for the sake of filling up the names actually. Lol)&lt;br /&gt;3. Cindy&lt;br /&gt;4. Nat Eng&lt;br /&gt;5. Maxine&lt;br /&gt;6. Ethel&lt;br /&gt;7. Jo&lt;br /&gt;8. Sonia Chew&lt;br /&gt;9. Anne&lt;br /&gt;10. Eve&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Who is no.6 having relationship with? Her shoes. Lol! Go see her blog la, if you don't believe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Is no.9 a male or female? Male in disguise. Lol!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. If no.7 and 10 are together, will it be a good thing? HAHAH! Maybe? Cause they're both Bari Sax players. But being with Eve, would be a terrible chore for Jo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. How about no.8 and 5 ? God. They'd make a freaking lame couple. It's like LAME COMBO and LAME ULTIMATE combined, to form LAME SUPER DUPER SUPREME COMBO! Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. What is no.2 studying about? Studying Reproduction in Man, the male organs. HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. When was the last time you had a chat with no.3 ? A week ago or so, sms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. What kind of music band does no.8 like? Chinese Orchestra. LOL! Mainstream I suppose?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Does no.1 has any siblings? 1 younger sister and 1 very terribly, irritating yet amusing younger brother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Will you woo no.3 ? No. She's married. HAHA. I'm married too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. How about no.7 ? She's my damnit Ah PA please. Getting married to my father?! NO WAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Is no.4 single? Yeah. Haha. I suppose. Unless she's keeping something from me...Hmmm. Which I'd slaughter her. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22.What is the surname of no.6? NEO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. What's the hobby of no.4? Bitching. Ain't it obvious?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. Do no.5 and 9 get along well? Yeah. Quite well. They should get along well, they're in the Recess Bunch. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. Where is no.2 studying at? International Indian School. LMAO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. Talk something casually about no.1. She's awesome amusement. HAH! Need I say more...oh yes, she stays in Ward 753 of IMH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. Have you try developing feelings for no.8 ? Hell NO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. Where does no.9 live at? Yio Chu Kang if I'm not wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. What color does no.4 like? Not sure. Hmmm. If there's a colour Audrey, I'm sure she'd love it. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. Are no.5 and no.1 best friends? Close/Good friends I suppose? Not sure. Ask them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. Does no.7 like no.2 ? Hmmm. Scandalous!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. How do you get to know no.2? God decided that it's best that I bring some Essence of Audrey, the awesome medicine to cure a desperate bangala's life, she he sent me to her. HAH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. Does no.1 have any pets? She's one herself. Lol. Jk. Yeah, a rhino. Ok seriously, no. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34. Is no.7 the sexiest person in the world? HELL NO! Jamie is. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all. Man, that took long. Shit. I'm running out of time. Damn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last thing to leave you all with. Please enjoy. To the Recess Bunch, this is the video I'm talking about. Yeah. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZA1NoOOoaNw"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZA1NoOOoaNw" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till then, With Love. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25058078-4008836565555347648?l=jazzicalfarts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jazzicalfarts.blogspot.com/feeds/4008836565555347648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25058078&amp;postID=4008836565555347648' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25058078/posts/default/4008836565555347648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25058078/posts/default/4008836565555347648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jazzicalfarts.blogspot.com/2007/09/i-have-ton-of-things-to-share-today.html' title=''/><author><name>jazzicalfarter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18353506274906491605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25058078.post-8460513624758556281</id><published>2007-09-03T13:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-03T13:43:40.696+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I see the tagboard flooding that I don't wanna touch it. HA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can I say something random? Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I grow up, I wanna live in a huge house, which has a swimming pool, has a whole array of DVDs and albums. Parties every week, etc. Goodness. I wanna travel the entire world. I wanna go to London, New York, France, etc. Be so fucking ambitious, that I'd be so fucking rich.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dream too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;For these two months or less, I have to and must work my fucking ass off.&lt;/strong&gt; Work like I've never worked before. Fuck it. Goodbye World.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want my Secondary school life to end.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25058078-8460513624758556281?l=jazzicalfarts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jazzicalfarts.blogspot.com/feeds/8460513624758556281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25058078&amp;postID=8460513624758556281' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25058078/posts/default/8460513624758556281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25058078/posts/default/8460513624758556281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jazzicalfarts.blogspot.com/2007/09/i-see-tagboard-flooding-that-i-dont.html' title=''/><author><name>jazzicalfarter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18353506274906491605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25058078.post-6517563975923926601</id><published>2007-08-31T22:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-31T22:42:04.028+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I HAVE TO AND MUST BLOG ABOUT TODAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's another list of comments to add on to Weelyn's...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"You guys are the bomb!" &lt;/em&gt;NatEng&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Hur hur hur. Good performance ah! But how did I end up to Ko-a-la ah?"&lt;/em&gt; Mdm Sim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt; "A BRILLIANT performance!"&lt;/em&gt; Ms Kang&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Wa. 4/6 very creative. You all know how to insult, in a good way." &lt;/em&gt;Mr Roland&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"When will your CD be out? &lt;/em&gt;(something close to that la)" Ms Loh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reading &lt;a href="http://summerloveeee.livejournal.com/"&gt;&lt;em&gt;this&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, you would have a more clear picture of the performance. Haha. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically, it was just 5 stars la. I don't give a damn if we're BHB but it's simply too awesome to be true. We had the whole school laughing when we actually somewhat insulted the teachers. Wow. I would love to do it once again. It was all too quick. I enjoyed myself way tooo much. AH HA HA HA HAHA HAH! I even wanted people to shout encore for us. I've never ever felt that way after performing before. The most satisfied performance I've had was probably Drama Curriculum, which we do practice for weeks/months...but this, we only practiced for less than a week. Here's the behind the scenes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 We had the lyrics up last Friday only, and it wasn't complete.&lt;br /&gt;2 The Jocks and a few others only joined the item YESTERDAY.&lt;br /&gt;3 We weren't even confident bout ourselves yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;4 The Powerpoint was done by Mel in 2 days.&lt;br /&gt;5 We were still unsure of some steps and lyrics this morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT. We still did an awesome job eh? We also got to thank the school for being awesomely high today. Lol. We should really produce a track man. HAHA. And by the way, I'm pretty sure there'd be loads of videos on Youtube soon enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, we rejoiced/cheered after our performance, as if we like either got into the next round of some prestigious competition or won it or worse still, as if we got less than 10/our targets for Os. I'm so wishing for that. That's how delirious we were.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jennifer lost a buck to me, saying that she wouldn't laugh. Loser. And she lost anothr buck when she dared me to dance in front of the cinema after we caught Hairspray. Everybody's reaction when Link kissed Tracy, was absolutely hilarious and priceless. I had to simply laugh my heart out and clap at their reactions. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suppose the whole school population enjoyed the item by 4/6! :D :D :D :D :D :D Aweeeessssoooommmeeee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FourSix has officially became famous overnight. Now, there's more than meets the eye when we wear the I &lt;3 4/6 shirt. Apart from the fact that it declares our love for the class, it also says that WE'RE CREATIVE and We Rock! :D I'm really gonna miss all this when we leave...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Comments are still welcomed! I'd love to hear them! Haha! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25058078-6517563975923926601?l=jazzicalfarts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jazzicalfarts.blogspot.com/feeds/6517563975923926601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25058078&amp;postID=6517563975923926601' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25058078/posts/default/6517563975923926601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25058078/posts/default/6517563975923926601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jazzicalfarts.blogspot.com/2007/08/i-have-to-and-must-blog-about-today.html' title=''/><author><name>jazzicalfarter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18353506274906491605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25058078.post-8666292824898112191</id><published>2007-08-30T17:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-30T21:56:57.866+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello there. Life has been amusingly amusing, fantastically fantastic, hilariously hilarious, etc. Ha. I totally made no sense. I decided to take some time off to blog bout life before I forget everything. Ha. There's waaaaaay too many embarrassing things to blog about, of our dearest friend, Ms Oh, in other words, Weelyn Oh. Lol!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 We were doing ACES in the hall, and us being us, we obviously didn't wanna follow...why? Cause its a jock thing, ok but that's not the reason. It's more of, too complicated and too lazy. AND! They didn't have the clapping part. So I totally lost interest. I'd rather clapped, which I did so. Somehow we started talking about something...if I'm not wrong HEY YA. That song by Outkast. Oh gosh. I just remembered the artist. I used to forget their name, although I do know that Andre 3000 is some weird guy. Back to the topic, Weelyn said..."You know that song, the one in Lizzie Mcguire? It's also named HEY YA what." So she totally confused me and I absolutely couldn't recall a thing, and thus, I said..."No...where got. How does it go like?" So, she started singing, and that very second I became deaf. Ok no, just kidding. She sang, and obviously I didn't know what she was singing. Then Anne said something I can't remember...and then we figured out the song. This...is what she was talking about...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/VpngJ86kBjk"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/VpngJ86kBjk" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You realise...she said it's HEY YA cause...that's SOMEWHAT close to the beginning of the title, which is HEY NOW. Now not ya. BUT. It's not surprising, cause this isn't the first time. She did so with one of the National Day songs. So for the next 10 mins or so, we couldn't stop laugh...I'd never laugh that hard for a long time actually. Lol. And if you're curious, the title is "What Dreams Are Made Of", not HEY YA/HEY NOW. Tsk tsk. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 We had Pizza Hut yesterday, Anne, Eunice, Weelyn and I. Weelyn joined us after a while, and we didn't wanna tell her we were having dinner at Pizza Hut for fear she'd pang seh us. So we told her to go to TM first and we she reached, we told her we were "around the Dim Sum place". We weren't lying. We were just...not being specific. Then we made her look into that Dim Sum restaurant and Anne conveyed to her over the phone..."We're in the restaurant on the right of the Dim Sum one." We predicted, that Weelyn being Weelyn, she'd go "TSK" or "I knew it lor!" when she walked it...and....SHE DID! HAHAHAHAHA! It was effing hilarious. By the way, when Weelyn CLAIMS she knew it, she didn't. I have proof for that. HA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 We ordered drumlets before she made her grand entrance with that famous line and then later, asked..."Did you all count me in...*points to the drumlets*" Anne said..."Er no, cause you don't look like a drumlet to me.." Tell me you get what I'm saying. It was totally hilarious. That's one funny part of the lunch. Another thing, she had this tendency of pushing me when I say something she isn't that fond of. It's like right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 We studied at Esplanade Library last Saturday, and since it was so crowded and we didn't wanna shift, we resorted to the floor just like what a few others did. We were right in front of the glass window and we obviously could see the road and all. So we could see the Ducktours thingy in other words...Guess what Weelyn Oh made us do, and we foolishly did. She came running over to Eunice and I when we were trying to study SS, and said "HEY! Let's wave to the people in the Ducktours there and see if they'll wave back." Being in the state of being too studious and having lost my brain, same goes for Eunice, all 3 of us started waving. How dumb. I bet we looked like fools. Surprising thing is that, the tourists waved back. But the bad thing is, they took a picture of us. How great. So some stranger now has a picture of me. I feel so...insecure now. TSK. Ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 Weelyn Oh is a failure when it comes to changing the subject. We've been teaching her how to change the subject. Here goes how it went about...&lt;br /&gt;Me: *blahblahblahblahblahblahblah* (something ego if I'm not wrong)&lt;br /&gt;Weelyn: What's that shop ah? *points to a shop*&lt;br /&gt;Simeians (Jo and Clarissa): String of Beads...(that's the shop by the way)&lt;br /&gt;*All of us look at the shop*&lt;br /&gt;Weelyn: I'm trying to change the subject.&lt;br /&gt;Anne: *starts teaching Weelyn how to change the subject*&lt;br /&gt;It's hilarious cause, Weelyn was so pekchek listening to us nag bout the right way of changing the subject. So for the last time, Anne, this is for you. Our dearest friend, Weelyn Oh, doesn't know how to change the subject properly and she boasts/broadcasts to everyone bout her failure. Just let her be then because she has nothing successful to boast about. So yes, let the IMH patient be this way. HAHAHAHA! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6 During Night Study, Ivana helped deliver Starbucks to us. So Weelyn, Maxine and I, we were studying at the partitioned (is that how its spelt?) tables. Here's what happened...&lt;br /&gt;Weelyn: *stirs her choc chip frapp* Audrey, are you going to work at Starbucks?&lt;br /&gt;Me: *trying my best to study Chem* Er...right, huh, I don't know. Why?&lt;br /&gt;Weelyn: Cause right, if you're going to work at Starbucks, you can help me put extra chocolate chip.&lt;br /&gt;Me: WHAT THE HELL! Then what if I tell you I want to work at Famous Amos, am I supposed to give you cookies with more chocolate chip as well.&lt;br /&gt;Weelyn: Ya.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Then I might as well give you the whole bag of chocolate chip right.&lt;br /&gt;Weelyn: No. Then there's no use already. It's like the cookies are baked already.&lt;br /&gt;Me: No, you can just eat the chocolate chip what.&lt;br /&gt;*then I needed a calculator, cause I left mine in class*&lt;br /&gt;Me: You have calculator?&lt;br /&gt;Weelyn and Maxine: No.&lt;br /&gt;Weelyn: Are you going to work at Popular?&lt;br /&gt;Me: What now?&lt;br /&gt;Weelyn: Then you can get a lot of calculators. Then don't need to ask us.&lt;br /&gt;Two words: NO. COMMENTS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7 When we about to go home today, Anne Maxine and I didn't wanna say bye to Weelyn and we claimed she was living in the longkang outside our school. So we started shouting into the longkang. We started shouting like..."BYE WEELYN! Study hard ah! Just use tissue to wipe up the water can already." (Cause it rained, and there was milo in the longkang) So imagine, 3 school Secondary school girls looking into a longkang and shouting. THEN...Anne hit me and said "Eh! Better stop, people all looking already." I looked up, and guess what I saw. I saw...2 Sec 1s looking into the longkang as well. WA BEST. Like that also can. My goodness la. Hilarious shit can. Then this woman who was fetching her child said to us, "I thought who you talking to." I'm like...Er RIGHT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were a million things she did that was embarrassing, just that she's lucky I can't remember all. So I shall move on to other stuff now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4/6 has been preparing for the performance tmr, and I can't quite believe I gave up studying time to do this, just for the sake of this year being the last in Secondary school. I'm just hoping for a good one tmr and that people would react, like laugh at the hilariousness of the item and not at us. Anyway, there'd just be two more months only for them to humiliate us, so doesnt really matter. It's just too fun, and funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So...like one Friday, Clarissa Tung Mei Xin had this ever so brilliant idea of giving me a shock. She left this note on my table in the morning, and obviously didn't see it, cause I was late for school, and Maxine was sitting on my table. And I placed a whole stack of books on my table. Apparently, according to Maxine, she placed the note at some area I wouldnt take note of. The note was supposed to be from...some junior. I shall not say her name. Well, so when we came back from PE, I was so all over the place, and I stared at my table. AND. I saw the note. I PANICKED like nobody's business. And later I found out. So they now think they're damn power cause I was scared out of my wits just caused of a freaking fake note. Clariss Tung Mei Xin should watch out. One day, I shall seek revenge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We actually had a graded P.E. lesson. That was on Frisbee. That was the only time I became so involved in Frisbee la. And I saved Kelly's life. She tripped over me and she flew like dont know where, and I grabbed her hand. If I didnt, she'd have landed like dont know where, and probably get disfigured la. I'm a hero! HAHAHAAH! :D Then we wanted to suck up for the sake of our grades, so when he called out our names, we wanted to say FRISBEE ROCKS or something close. But we didn't. But at the end, we said WE LOVE FRISBEE. Then Chua was like giving us the whatever look. The Jocks were like arguing even though they had like an A1. See, us Bandits got an A1 too alright. Tsk. Lol. See, we totally rock in everything. HA! I wish that'd apply to studies though. Then the last P.E. lesson, we had to do running. It was so bullshit la. We settled down, and then...&lt;br /&gt;Chua: Alright. I've got a story to tell you. One day, I fed my children some food. They did not want to try it. So I said Eat it before I take out my sugar and cane.&lt;br /&gt;Anne: Huh? What? Sugar and cane? Sugar cane?!&lt;br /&gt;*all bursts out laughing*&lt;br /&gt;Chua: Ya. (he always says ya without knowing what he's yaing at actually) So they tried it. And they loved it. So now, I want you all to run. It's like how you all hated frisbee but now you all are ok with it.&lt;br /&gt;Me: So...is that the end of the story? Just to make us run? What the.&lt;br /&gt;Chua: Ya.&lt;br /&gt;Obviously we didn't want to perspire. To cut short, we ended up running, and starting singing. It was totally hilarious. I've never ran and laughed before. I trained my stamina, and my stomach muscles. Not bad. HAHA. Long time I've ran actually. Oh and Chua said "Do not A-BARN-DARN your friends." and I accidentally repeated his mispronunciation out loud la. So embarrassing. HAHA. But it's all hilarious anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we're down with the Prelims before the Sept Study Break and now, I'm so totally not prepared for the papers after the study break. Most of us are already like suffering from Post-Prelim insane-ness. Imagine after Os then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walking home with Anne and Maxine today was hilariously fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realise, that my vocab pretty much sucks. I use too much of the word "hilarious".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have nothing else to say. Too long of an entry that I'm brain dead now. I shall leave you people with these then...(for the sake of 4/6ers who don't know how it sounds like)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/mwy5uqemp6c"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/mwy5uqemp6c" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tokens - The Lion Sleeps Tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/sWPVCy9NFfI"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/sWPVCy9NFfI" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Usher feat. Alicia Keys - My Boo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/RKVbgkfFygY"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/RKVbgkfFygY" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amy Winehouse - Rehab&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/8AT_Pbtyid0"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/8AT_Pbtyid0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arrows - I Love Rock and Roll&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[EDIT]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ddT2QmVnJiQ"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ddT2QmVnJiQ" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Cardigans - Lovefool&lt;br /&gt;[EDIT]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I refuse to post the Britney Spears one. Classics are much better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you managed to read to this point, without missing a thing, I'm pretty sure you got the best bits of this post, and that'd be too good for you. If you didn't and skipped to this end, you sure did miss out a lot. Haha. Oh wells. I don't really bother bout what you do anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a great week ahead then. Hope tmr goes well. I'm going to miss this life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25058078-8666292824898112191?l=jazzicalfarts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jazzicalfarts.blogspot.com/feeds/8666292824898112191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25058078&amp;postID=8666292824898112191' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25058078/posts/default/8666292824898112191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25058078/posts/default/8666292824898112191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jazzicalfarts.blogspot.com/2007/08/hello-there.html' title=''/><author><name>jazzicalfarter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18353506274906491605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25058078.post-1537665380692403090</id><published>2007-08-17T19:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-17T20:23:09.130+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today's the 17th.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realised, that this week has been rather interesting. Let's take a look.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See, on Monday we received our results, and on that very morning, just hearing those few words, could make my hair stand damn tall right. It was baaaad. My results were THAT fantastic, but I'm quite satisfied that it's a pass. Told you I'm easily satisfied. But, it does depend. I know, it's not even good. I don't even want to, I dread chinese. I dreeeeaaaaaddd it really badly, I wouldn't really want to go through the torture actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next, there came English O Level Orals. I'd say, it went relatively...well. Ha! Well, I must not say, I did extremely satisfying. It wasn't the best. I could have done better. I did try to make the examiners laugh, and...I did! I actually said pretty much a number of embarrassing things...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e.g. Conversation Qn: What is the importance of having a healthy diet? Ans: People tend to stick to a certain diet. For example, some people prefer to stick to a diet which is either too sweet or...&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;too salt&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too Salt?! Wtf?! Oh my goodness. Thank God, I corrected myself in time. And Eunice said, at least I didn't say "saltish". Then I mentioned, "Me and my brother" and yes, I did correct myself. I think it pays to be talkative. Haha. And yes, Jo, Michelle and Kaixin were "quarantined" and they were couting my mistakes. Thanks for rubbing it in eh. I hate the word..."chattering". I'm just hoping, for a distinction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, today. Wow. It's amazing, for the first entire Secondary life, I managed to do a A Math test, knowing everything. The feeling is awesome, I tell you. Hahahah! It was pretty much a breeze. I love Area Under Curve! I think I've gotten full marks. How sweet. If only this happens during Os. Jo said, if I actually study, I'd do well. But to do well in everything, and study everything, it'd be tiring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh wait. Yes, during P.E. Maxine...fell! Like barely a minute into the game. Hahah! So sadistic eh. Well. She fell like face down and when everyone crowded around her, and she got up, with her ever so innocent look *ahem ahem* yet, so pathetic, :D, just kidding, well, she asked....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"AM I UGLY?!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must admit. That has been the best "embarrass yourself and pick yourself up" phrase. Much better than me, falling down last year, and laughing in a state of shock. Haha. Then yes, of course, I was suan-ing her. Duh. I'm Audrey. For the first time, we didn't play frisbee and the whole class rejoiced! Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so we received our A Math and E Math mock papers back today. Passed for E. And dearest Clarissa, was so darn confident of getting a mark lower than me for A Math, she decided to make a bet with me. I shall not disclose the marks, but well, I made Jessie accomplish something...that is, to have beaten someone in A Math. I feel so nice. Hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to admit, Clarissa was so random, but she left us a note, with lyrics. Words of Wisdom, motivating us. Wow. Not bad. Haha! Thanks anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's weather was more than awesome I have to say. I loved it perfectly well. But guess who spoilt it? Maxine and Clarissa. They spoilt Jamie's song as well. Thank God I was in the "block all noise off" mood. Ha! In case you're rather lost, they sang "I'm Singing in the Rain".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lunchtime today...was...(fill in the blanks). I think the whole world is coming to know about this. It's fucking scary I swear. It's really bad. "We were almost late for Bio tutorials". Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes, another interesting incident today. Anne and I were sadistically laughing at those people who would scream when they pass by the flattened cockroach at the staircase leading to all the Sec 4 classrooms. It has been there ever since...the past few days, and the cleaners have yet to clear it, and it has successfully shifted from the side to the middle. And so, we were laughing at all the bimbos...namely, Ethel. Hahahahahaahah! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think what 4/6 or would I rather say, those who dropped subjects, what they have done to the "Happy Teacher's Day" wish board outside the staff room, is more than perfect and awesome. I think our class is probably one of the best, most fun class ever. So fun, we don't even give a damn bout our results I must say. We're still holiday-ing. That's quite bad. Oh wells. We can do it! Ha! How cheesy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes. Lastly, I have been un-officially made into the person who..."does the trick" to teachers. Wow. Thanks alot la. But you know what, it's actually quite fun. Hahahahaah! Thank you for making me the one. Hi Isabel! *does some action* (inside joke) Lmfao!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That has briefly, my week for you. I hope yours has been just as interesting as mine. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Absolutely, Totally, Completely Lost and still finding myself. Comtemplating too much."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25058078-1537665380692403090?l=jazzicalfarts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jazzicalfarts.blogspot.com/feeds/1537665380692403090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25058078&amp;postID=1537665380692403090' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25058078/posts/default/1537665380692403090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25058078/posts/default/1537665380692403090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jazzicalfarts.blogspot.com/2007/08/todays-17th.html' title=''/><author><name>jazzicalfarter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18353506274906491605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25058078.post-7557907841240212754</id><published>2007-08-15T21:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-15T21:19:13.499+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This life, is incredibly amazing. I simply have to find amusement in everything I do, and I'm easily satisfied. Then again, everything, everyone is pushing me to my limits. The more I think about any situation I'm currently in, I'd just feel like...tearing up. It sucks. Driving me bonkers. Please, I beg you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School has been awesome. I'm going to miss everything, if I manage to do well for Os.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25058078-7557907841240212754?l=jazzicalfarts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jazzicalfarts.blogspot.com/feeds/7557907841240212754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25058078&amp;postID=7557907841240212754' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25058078/posts/default/7557907841240212754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25058078/posts/default/7557907841240212754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jazzicalfarts.blogspot.com/2007/08/this-life-is-incredibly-amazing.html' title=''/><author><name>jazzicalfarter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18353506274906491605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25058078.post-8963210069503369830</id><published>2007-08-10T18:41:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-10T18:55:08.996+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>When you expect nothing much from something, it turns out pretty awesome. Just like how sports carnival did. It was pretty much enjoyable. Human wheel turned out a laugh and one enjoyable moment and 4/6 came in Champion class...DUH! *starts singing WE ARE THE CHAMPIONS!* Although we didn't quite get to film our music videos which we were supposed to, (Sorry bout being rather absent minded bout it, GeeShiYun), well, I sure did have fun, with 4/6 and a little of bandits at times. Our last sports carnival, pretty good, though it could have been better actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note to those who have unglam pictures of me, please delete it immediately. Have damn mercy on me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then came The Simpsons *starts singing DA DA DA DA DA DA DA DA DA DA DA*. It's hilariously hilarious. Sitting beside Sonia would be the last thing you would want to consider when watching a movie. She started clapping during some part in the movie, wait, not only that, she was singing to me the adverts before the movie! Oh damn, I know. It was baaaaaaaadddd!! Other than that, we were all exploiting and freeloading on each other's contribution to the food pool and enjoyed the movie, and laughed at every single damn thing. Tampines Mall, was obviously filled with thousands and thousands of people wearing red or white, and a million other SACians. Stinking ones. Rather bad. Let's skip the issue of the 10 bucks incident.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then yesterday, I did nothing but sleep. And, sing the national anthem in the morning facing the wall and sing other national songs during the rest of the day when I was awake, YEAH RIGHT. You got to be kidding me. Anyway, I did sleep, and...sleep. Yes. And watch TV. Other than that, I don't know what the fuck I was doing actually. I do pretty much want to murder myself for that. But, fortunately for majority/unfortunately for minority, I didn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caught Rush Hour 3 today, and may I say, it was rather...racist, and of course, I like/love it. HAHA! It was violently cool. Hahaha! Oh my goodness, and that woman beside me, she had this really high pitched laughter, I could almost strangle her any moment. Other than that, it was quite an enjoyable one. It was just simply normal rush-hour stuff, you know... And I've yet to catch Disturbia! Dang GeeShiYun, I think I will just get the DVD and we can watch it a million times during Band Chalet. Ha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With that, I can go catch that 7 o clock show which I'm addicted to and then make damn sure I complete my work by tomorrow. Goodbye everyone!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25058078-8963210069503369830?l=jazzicalfarts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jazzicalfarts.blogspot.com/feeds/8963210069503369830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25058078&amp;postID=8963210069503369830' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25058078/posts/default/8963210069503369830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25058078/posts/default/8963210069503369830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jazzicalfarts.blogspot.com/2007/08/when-you-expect-nothing-much-from.html' title=''/><author><name>jazzicalfarter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18353506274906491605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25058078.post-7451792996270747333</id><published>2007-08-07T22:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-07T22:58:19.620+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I just have to blog. Today has been quite an interesting day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly, it's Friday's timetable for today, so...alright. I have no idea what that has got to do with the word "interesting". I did lose a few calories. I ran to school in less than 5 minutes. Yesterday, I was having a stroll in the park, today, I had my 2.4km in the park. Ha. Somewhat. And I reached school...really, tired and apparently, hungry. I was like desperately searching high and low for food. And it's apparently so coincidental that everyone around me didn't have food. Wow. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My hunger wore off during P.E. which, not surprisingly was frisbee. Yet again. The bimbos, aka, Clarissa, Ethel and Michelle didn't even take P.E. Clarissa didn't take cause she didn't have her shirt, Michelle, I have no reason why, and Ethel, the best...cause she was wearing *TADA* PINK SHORTS with heart-shaped prints! WHOA! Lol! How awesome eh. Hilarious shit. That Chua doesn't even realise people pon P.E. just by sitting at the back of the canteen. Damn, I should just do that one day. But since I'm quite unlucky, I definitely won't get away. Anyways...just to inform you of my plan. My plan which was to be carried out during P.E. was to throw the frisbee out of school. Out as in, OUT into the longkang. Apparently, that's quite impossible from the tennis court. BUT. Today's lesson was at the parade square! Which...is much closer to the longkang! Hilarious shit. Let me try to cut short my whole story. We were supposed to throw the frisbee into the zone. So Chua-y chua told me to pull my hand really back and swing. So me, being a good girl, I did that. And...my frisbee flew quite far...Far like diagonally far. Not straight far, not front far. But...side ways far. A few metres in fact. So...we ended up on the floor after my throw and to make it even better, according to Weelyn, Chua-y chua, said "Not bad, not bad." after a minute or so. Aware of my apparently 'not-bad' throwing skills, there was a point of time we were to stand near the bushes/gate, so...my plan would be soooo darn easy. I was actually pretending to throw and hopefully let it merely hit the bush...BUT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 I threw the frisbee.&lt;br /&gt;2 I closed my eyes, after seeing it...scrapped the surface of the bush and not hit right smack in the middle.&lt;br /&gt;3 It went above the bushes, so out of shock, I closed my eyes.&lt;br /&gt;4 When I opened my eyes, it. was. gone. GONE! VANISHED! *POOF!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First thought..."FUCK! I'm not going to pay for a fucking frisbee!" So, obviously out of shock, I started screaming, Anne and the rest started laughing and gasping. But Jo, being my oh-so-kind-and-calm AHPA, she walked to the bushes, and found it in between.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conclusion: It didn't fly out of school. DAMN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ha. Even if it did, he wouldn't even notice. It'd be quite interesting seeing a frisbee out of school. Worse result could be a car accident. Hmmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's incident no. 1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, apparently due to our very...extreme reaction to Sim's announcement there'd be Bio tutorials today, tutorials were cancelled. It was like wow. And it's not as if we didn't know there'd be tutorials. We knew it all along, but, the reaction seemed just natural since it was Sim's lesson. Ha! So, it went something like...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sim: I suppose you all know that there'd be tutorials later...(somewhere along this line)&lt;br /&gt;The insignificant number left taking Bio: HUH?! *NOISE*&lt;br /&gt;Sim: Ok ok. I shall not force you. *Babbles on* I'm making the effort but since you all don't want to...yak yak yak yak yak. YAK. YAK. YAK. YAK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, Tada! Tutorials. Cancelled. In less than a minute! Ha! So Sonia Chew, and I, spent Chinese and Bio talking bout Corn Cop/Cob stuff, and telling of our hilarious stories. Maxine actually thought I was talking to myself since we were actually whispering. Right Maxine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then after school, it was rather random, since there was no mock exams, or no tutorials, I was rather stoned. Thinking of what to do. And despite how random it was, the next minute (not quite minute cause when they wanted to leave, I was changing halfway and have not packed my bag yet), Abi, Weelyn, Cheong and yours truly, were on our way to the airport to study. We were trying to steal Ethel's cab and it was as usual hilarious. I tell you, Ethel's just famous for her ability to provide entertainment. Naturally. :D HAHAH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We didn't quite study. Ok maybe we did. But, not really. Cause we ended up reminiscing bout our primary school days. We started counting how many people from 4/6 were from a certain class or so. It was quite hilarious. And it's just amazing how we four, went out with each other, knowing and never expecting to be going out together. It was quite...strange.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On our way back, Abi being left behind to wait for her mom, in the train, halfway through, there was a delay. APPARENTLY, it was a "track fault" and me being the odd one out and having a different thinking, the other two geog-ys, were saying probably someone jumped down. And guess what, when we reached Tanah Merah, the guy from SMRT told us, indeed someone did jump down to the tracks, along Tampines to Pasir Ris. It was total chaos at Tanah Merah. It was rather hilarious. Wait. Not hilarious. I'm supposed to sound sad here. It was rather amusing or whatever, interesting how they worked out what they needed to do to make things run smoothly. So Weelyn having to take the train back to Bedok, went on the train. And Cheong and I, just observed the chaos. I've never been THIS close to an accident before. It's rather cool but...yeah. Cheong was like asking me..."What if it's someone we know...?" And it made me wonder. The most hilarious reaction to the disruption in train flow was this woman, when she saw the notice flashed across the screen which usually states the time the next train is arriving, she went "Si mi tai ji?!" HAH! You know what, I feel weird calling Cheong, Cheong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow's, Sports. Carnival. Note my sense of excitement. Fours hours spent on just observing people run around, being spastic. And I'd feel so lost not going to there with the band. But. After that, THE SIMPSONS!, which might result in just a few people going, like...less than 5. HAHAHAH! We'll see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(fill in the blank) National Day! I can't force you to be happy on that day. Oh wells.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25058078-7451792996270747333?l=jazzicalfarts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jazzicalfarts.blogspot.com/feeds/7451792996270747333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25058078&amp;postID=7451792996270747333' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25058078/posts/default/7451792996270747333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25058078/posts/default/7451792996270747333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jazzicalfarts.blogspot.com/2007/08/i-just-have-to-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>jazzicalfarter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18353506274906491605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25058078.post-231747487592260869</id><published>2007-08-04T00:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-04T00:39:58.383+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/21hWyF-PkrY"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/21hWyF-PkrY" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Train - Drops of Jupiter (Tell Me)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Now that she's back in the atmosphere&lt;br /&gt;With drops of Jupiter in her hair, hey, hey&lt;br /&gt;She acts like summer and walks like rain&lt;br /&gt;Reminds me that there's time to change, hey, hey&lt;br /&gt;Since the return from her stay on the moon&lt;br /&gt;She listens like spring and she talks like June, hey, hey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Tell me did you sail across the sun&lt;br /&gt;Did you make it to the Milky Way to see the lights all faded&lt;br /&gt;And that heaven is overrated&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Tell me, did you fall for a shooting star&lt;br /&gt;One without a permanent scar&lt;br /&gt;And did you miss me while you were looking for yourself out there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Now that she's back from that soul vacation&lt;br /&gt;Tracing her way through the constellation, hey, hey&lt;br /&gt;She checks out Mozart while she does tae-bo&lt;br /&gt;Reminds me that there's room to grow, hey, hey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Now that she's back in the atmosphere&lt;br /&gt;I'm afraid that she might think of me as plain ol' Jane&lt;br /&gt;Told a story about a man who is too afraid to fly so he never did land&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Tell me did the wind sweep you off your feet&lt;br /&gt;Did you finally get the chance to dance along the light of day&lt;br /&gt;And head back to the Milky Way&lt;br /&gt;And tell me, did Venus blow your mind&lt;br /&gt;Was it everything you wanted to find&lt;br /&gt;And did you miss me while you were looking for yourself out there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Can you imagine no love, pride, deep-fried chicken&lt;br /&gt;Your best friend always sticking up for you&lt;br /&gt;Even when I know you're wrong&lt;br /&gt;Can you imagine no first dance, freeze dried romance five-hour phone conversation&lt;br /&gt;The best soy latte that you ever had and me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Tell me did the wind sweep you off your feet&lt;br /&gt;Did you finally get the chance to dance along the light of day&lt;br /&gt;And head back toward the Milky Way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Tell me did you sail across the sun&lt;br /&gt;Did you make it to the Milky Way to see the lights all faded&lt;br /&gt;And that heaven is overrated&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Tell me did you fall for a shooting star&lt;br /&gt;One without a permanent scar&lt;br /&gt;And did you miss me while you were looking for yourself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And did you finally get the chance to dance along the light of day&lt;br /&gt;And did you fall for a shooting star&lt;br /&gt;Fall for a shooting star&lt;br /&gt;And are you lonely looking for yourself out there&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;-&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;A Perfect Combination of Everything in a melody. I love it, absolutely.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;-&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Life's been retarded. All around me knows that. On the other hand, a lot of funny incidences have been taking place, and there's too much for me to blog about. Few varied examples, Ethel's "Prag...." answer, Abi being so amused by disturbing me in class, the "You're Goin' Down list" on Sonia's table, the Maxine fight incident and our immediate reactions, Clarissa's muddleheadness, badminton with fellow mates, nagging at Clarissa, Ms Kang spouting nonsense (e.g. You're mine, &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;baby&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, you're mine!), being spotted for awkward situations in TM or wherever, and not forgetting, a long awaited Blk 85 dinner. Haha! :) All these, and everyone around me (selective), make life so beautiful.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ain't I optimistic? :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25058078-231747487592260869?l=jazzicalfarts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jazzicalfarts.blogspot.com/feeds/231747487592260869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25058078&amp;postID=231747487592260869' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25058078/posts/default/231747487592260869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25058078/posts/default/231747487592260869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jazzicalfarts.blogspot.com/2007/08/train-drops-of-jupiter-tell-me-now-that.html' title=''/><author><name>jazzicalfarter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18353506274906491605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25058078.post-3691847504540154295</id><published>2007-08-02T21:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-02T21:21:52.043+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Run! Run for your life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day, when I look back on my blog, I'm going to laugh at all these short posts. I'll think of myself as foolish, childish, way too playful. But, that's what I'd chose to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Floating notes, the intensity, sweet melodic lines which tell of the bitterness."&lt;br /&gt;Don't read too much into it, I must say.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25058078-3691847504540154295?l=jazzicalfarts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jazzicalfarts.blogspot.com/feeds/3691847504540154295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25058078&amp;postID=3691847504540154295' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25058078/posts/default/3691847504540154295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25058078/posts/default/3691847504540154295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jazzicalfarts.blogspot.com/2007/08/run-run-for-your-life-one-day-when-i.html' title=''/><author><name>jazzicalfarter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18353506274906491605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25058078.post-5598741806245122983</id><published>2007-08-01T20:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-01T20:51:19.139+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Well. What a day.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey you two BIG bullies behind me, stop it. Stop destroying the Earth with your use of numerous Post-its! Ha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know what, I just wished, that I could stay in SAC. Oh my goodness. Did I just say that? Definitely only the awesome times I have in 4/6. Too awesome to be true. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;79 more days? Wow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25058078-5598741806245122983?l=jazzicalfarts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jazzicalfarts.blogspot.com/feeds/5598741806245122983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25058078&amp;postID=5598741806245122983' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25058078/posts/default/5598741806245122983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25058078/posts/default/5598741806245122983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jazzicalfarts.blogspot.com/2007/08/well.html' title=''/><author><name>jazzicalfarter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18353506274906491605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25058078.post-8888217471683237614</id><published>2007-07-28T16:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-28T16:24:09.794+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>24, 27, 27, 15, **, **.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Sacred Numbers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm feeling so amused by life. Not quite in the mood to ramble. Thus, silence in my blog for the time being.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25058078-8888217471683237614?l=jazzicalfarts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jazzicalfarts.blogspot.com/feeds/8888217471683237614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25058078&amp;postID=8888217471683237614' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25058078/posts/default/8888217471683237614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25058078/posts/default/8888217471683237614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jazzicalfarts.blogspot.com/2007/07/24-27-27-15.html' title=''/><author><name>jazzicalfarter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18353506274906491605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25058078.post-8904805853471701778</id><published>2007-07-24T22:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-24T22:49:45.891+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>No, seriously, when I say fail, I do mean fail. It'd be a miracle to pull through a pass. This would be the first time in my entire 15 + years will I be doing badly in a music examination. Time wasted, money wasted, and the list goes on. Less than 2 days, and I dont even think I can pull through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got a very important announcement to make, and that's the whole reason why I'm here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Monday, during 4/6's PE lesson, in which we were supposed to play "Captain Frisbee", (I merely changed the word ball to frisbee), I was struggling with Ashrina and and tugging the hula hoop, (who knows what I was thinking cause I'd never win to her), I accidentally hit Jo on her head. And...I heard...the word...FUCK! No one else who was equally vulgar as I am was located near me at that point of that, excluding Danny Dick. Thus to my conclusion (and horror), and to add on, surprise, Jo said Fuck at about 8 plus but before 8.10am on Monday, 23rd July 2007.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone blames me for being the influence. Ha. Too bad. You've just got to have a good immune system to stay pure. Lol!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jennifer Kuruthukulam. Watch out. You're next!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr Chua, can we play intern class Captain Frisbee with 4/8 pretty please? Lol! Or at most, just let me tug the hula hoop with Ashrina with Jo standing nearby. Haha! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Jo, I'm sorry that your toffee was not effective as a bribe. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25058078-8904805853471701778?l=jazzicalfarts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jazzicalfarts.blogspot.com/feeds/8904805853471701778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25058078&amp;postID=8904805853471701778' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25058078/posts/default/8904805853471701778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25058078/posts/default/8904805853471701778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jazzicalfarts.blogspot.com/2007/07/no-seriously-when-i-say-fail-i-do-mean.html' title=''/><author><name>jazzicalfarter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18353506274906491605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25058078.post-7002559904902617037</id><published>2007-07-22T21:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-22T21:19:20.319+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I just want this week to pass really quick. Very quickly, just like the other weeks which have past.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life has been rather emotional.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25058078-7002559904902617037?l=jazzicalfarts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jazzicalfarts.blogspot.com/feeds/7002559904902617037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25058078&amp;postID=7002559904902617037' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25058078/posts/default/7002559904902617037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25058078/posts/default/7002559904902617037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jazzicalfarts.blogspot.com/2007/07/i-just-want-this-week-to-pass-really.html' title=''/><author><name>jazzicalfarter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18353506274906491605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25058078.post-2574356734325444583</id><published>2007-07-14T13:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-14T13:54:19.789+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yesterday, being Friday the 13th, was the best one I've ever had.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ibuOOlt-BuM/Rphjp8n14EI/AAAAAAAAAAk/QTb7TDEYaHU/s1600-h/DSC00440.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ibuOOlt-BuM/Rphjp8n14EI/AAAAAAAAAAk/QTb7TDEYaHU/s200/DSC00440.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5086925351413997634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;The celebration for the SYF achievements whatever, turned out quite a failure yet we Bandits had the most fun we had ever had in a million years. Dancing, eating too much of cheesecake, bullying too much of Tharshini, and hmmm, what else? Singing the school song out really loud for the first time in my 10 years of being in SAC and basically just enjoying ourselves. It was so much fun, it actually makes me want to stay in SAC. Why? Cause Ms Martens is the coolest darn principal I've ever had! :D&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ibuOOlt-BuM/Rphko8n14HI/AAAAAAAAAA8/IGG90DkKuCE/s1600-h/F13%2B2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ibuOOlt-BuM/Rphko8n14HI/AAAAAAAAAA8/IGG90DkKuCE/s200/F13%2B2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5086926433745756274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Bandits made it fucking awesome! :D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ibuOOlt-BuM/Rphk3sn14II/AAAAAAAAABE/cj9SFySVPig/s1600-h/DSC00438.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ibuOOlt-BuM/Rphk3sn14II/AAAAAAAAABE/cj9SFySVPig/s200/DSC00438.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5086926687148826754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; Thank You for all the memories! :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;P.S. Everything excludes the 30 min talk I had with Sim Pheck Choo which made me fucking pissed. Ha.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25058078-2574356734325444583?l=jazzicalfarts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jazzicalfarts.blogspot.com/feeds/2574356734325444583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25058078&amp;postID=2574356734325444583' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25058078/posts/default/2574356734325444583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25058078/posts/default/2574356734325444583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jazzicalfarts.blogspot.com/2007/07/yesterday-being-friday-13th-was-best.html' title=''/><author><name>jazzicalfarter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18353506274906491605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ibuOOlt-BuM/Rphjp8n14EI/AAAAAAAAAAk/QTb7TDEYaHU/s72-c/DSC00440.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25058078.post-8282209261732826601</id><published>2007-07-08T01:38:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-08T01:48:29.108+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>On a very bright note:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday Jo! Hope you were greatly surprised and hope you had a great time!&lt;br /&gt;And, I really enjoyed myself in just those few hours despite few factors like ahlians and all. Lol!&lt;br /&gt;One of the most memorable moments actually.&lt;br /&gt;I never really laughed this hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a very extremely bad note:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ONE:&lt;br /&gt;I saw all of this coming and it did.&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry cause I can't live up to your expectations, &lt;em&gt;as being once my senior&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;There's a clear reason behind all this.&lt;br /&gt;Yet, it's so hard to open up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TWO:&lt;br /&gt;You, can make me feel darn happy, yet darn depressed.&lt;br /&gt;I saw this coming as well.&lt;br /&gt;I do care very much about this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate myself more than you ever do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25058078-8282209261732826601?l=jazzicalfarts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jazzicalfarts.blogspot.com/feeds/8282209261732826601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25058078&amp;postID=8282209261732826601' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25058078/posts/default/8282209261732826601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25058078/posts/default/8282209261732826601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jazzicalfarts.blogspot.com/2007/07/on-very-bright-note-happy-birthday-jo.html' title=''/><author><name>jazzicalfarter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18353506274906491605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25058078.post-9160481621789553600</id><published>2007-07-07T13:24:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-07T13:26:19.705+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Chinese Orals, were bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wear Green Day was pointless yet, (fill in the blank).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Transformers was good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sure had fun yesterday :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the end of Week 2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Boys will always be boys." Ha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25058078-9160481621789553600?l=jazzicalfarts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jazzicalfarts.blogspot.com/feeds/9160481621789553600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25058078&amp;postID=9160481621789553600' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25058078/posts/default/9160481621789553600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25058078/posts/default/9160481621789553600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jazzicalfarts.blogspot.com/2007/07/chinese-orals-were-bad.html' title=''/><author><name>jazzicalfarter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18353506274906491605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25058078.post-780841357140709899</id><published>2007-06-30T15:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-30T15:37:22.071+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oh Hi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First week of school, considering only from Monday to Friday, started off really horrible, yet fun cause it was boring...on the flip-side, ended quite well! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Highlights of the week:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The auditions were plat. Don't ask what plat means cause I made that up, that word does not exist. That was probably how I sounded...Plat. I have no idea what the hell happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jo has been nominated to be Friend of Singa for the second year in a row. How great! Lol! And it's not the power of the bandits in 4/6. Seriously. She's just really helpful. She helps to embarrass people, irritate people and the list goes on... And to think I'm her accomplice in a few of her bad deeds. Congrats anyway! Lol! Now, she gets to bond more with Singa again. How nice and sweet. Awwww...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bio tutorial yesterday was quite a surprise. Why? The amount of people who turned up, was more than the number of fingers I have on one hand of mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the entire week, I only fell asleep in between the switching of periods from Chinese to Bio, and into 20 minutes of Bio. Amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The band performed yesterday and I think it was average, for the fact it was their first performance without us. The place just was right. And I think CCPS is just deprived. No brains. Lol. That's why there's results of people like...Jo, Eunice, Cindy...etc. And I'm just kidding. I mean, they wanted the band to go back to the field to perform just cause the rain stopped for just a few minutes. Dumb or dumb? What if they were to play halfwway and it started to rain. Man, I think it'd be a comical sight. Thus, cause of such dumb decisions, they made us walk up and down. Thank God the band didn't do that, I bet they'd just pms. The bus ride there was just plain, and extreme fun. I love making Ms Oh fly. Lol! I shan't talk bout the missing case.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I managed to do my homework for this week! How awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm now known by Mdm Chan to be Audrey, the girl with the good essay. It sucks. But I'm sure it can't be worse than Weelyn, the girl who thinks bout sex all the time. Lol!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mrs Lim is getting hilarious yet lame by the day. Haha. Her jokes are just becoming very very lame. And I can't help my testimonial being long la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes, my night after supporting the band at CCPS yesterday, was just pure (fill in the blank). Lol. I did reached home late, but who cares. I loved it. :) I'm waiting for tmr's evening to come. Awaiting your return. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One week has past. I smell prelims.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random fact: I don't like that lady who makes announcement, and makes it real...S.L.O.W.L.Y. She makes the entire school suffer, makes teachers stop teaching, makes students stop doing there work, makes people doing their business in the toilet stop doing their business, and strain their ears to hear her dumb announcement which isn't even a big of a deal, and yet it takes up a few minutes of so. Who knows, I could have done a lot in that 3 minutes. Worse still, she repeats her announcement. She ought to learn how to write down her announcement before she announces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25058078-780841357140709899?l=jazzicalfarts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jazzicalfarts.blogspot.com/feeds/780841357140709899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25058078&amp;postID=780841357140709899' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25058078/posts/default/780841357140709899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25058078/posts/default/780841357140709899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jazzicalfarts.blogspot.com/2007/06/oh-hi.html' title=''/><author><name>jazzicalfarter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18353506274906491605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25058078.post-2157864303938302718</id><published>2007-06-24T19:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-24T19:28:29.204+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>To humiliate Jo a little. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JOLENE says (7:17 PM):&lt;br /&gt;all let you said lah. tmr, then i will get back at you! HMM.&lt;br /&gt;ordreeCULLUM says (7:18 PM):&lt;br /&gt;HAHA&lt;br /&gt;ordreeCULLUM says (7:18 PM):&lt;br /&gt;Fine.&lt;br /&gt;JOLENE says (7:18 PM):&lt;br /&gt;good'&lt;br /&gt;JOLENE says (7:18 PM):&lt;br /&gt;for tmr, right. what books to bring?&lt;br /&gt;ordreeCULLUM says (7:19 PM):&lt;br /&gt;Dictionary, Street Directory.&lt;br /&gt;JOLENE says (7:19 PM):&lt;br /&gt;for what?&lt;br /&gt;JOLENE says (7:19 PM):&lt;br /&gt;geo?&lt;br /&gt;JOLENE says (7:19 PM):&lt;br /&gt;TSK. dun fool me okay.&lt;br /&gt;ordreeCULLUM says (7:22 PM):&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;ordreeCULLUM says (7:22 PM):&lt;br /&gt;OH MY GOSH!&lt;br /&gt;JOLENE says (7:23 PM):&lt;br /&gt;what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOW HILARIOUS?! She actually believed me! Haha! Jo, you're just way too gullible. Worse than Macbethel. Lol! Oh goodness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have fun in school everyone!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25058078-2157864303938302718?l=jazzicalfarts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jazzicalfarts.blogspot.com/feeds/2157864303938302718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25058078&amp;postID=2157864303938302718' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25058078/posts/default/2157864303938302718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25058078/posts/default/2157864303938302718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jazzicalfarts.blogspot.com/2007/06/to-humiliate-jo-little.html' title=''/><author><name>jazzicalfarter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18353506274906491605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25058078.post-365019670140990715</id><published>2007-06-22T20:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-22T20:32:24.581+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I see that people actually want me to update. Sorry bout that. Haha! I was trying to not get hooked onto blogging. And, tsk to Eve, Clareedssa, and Weelyn. Big time TSK! Lol!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever since, 27th May (I think) till now, a whole lot of things, events have taken place. ACJC tune in, failed NCO outing which turned out fun, etc. Duh, I'm not going to blog bout them. I'm just here to give people something to do, like read my blog. Haha. Ok, so what bout? I seriously can't think of something to blog about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, I know. You know...I love studying! :) Trying to get hooked onto it. Did so yesterday. Successful! At least I managed to get Physics done. Lol! Oh yes, do you ever realise how fast time passes? I remember like counting down to this year, 2007, saying "Welcome big Os! Bring it on." and all. Obviously, not anymore. Half the year has past, half of the misery has been suffered. In no time, our dumb Os will be over. Roller coaster rides, definitely. How much do I love roller coaster rides. To begin with, I'm going up the track. I awoke this morning to find out, that my violin exam is in about a month's time. That means, I'm dead. My 3 pieces, are far from perfect, scales, what in the world is that? and let's not talk bout the rest huh. Once my violin exam is over, once I get the DSA over and done with, I probably can't wait for October to come. Oh yes, and moreover, Chinese Os Orals. Best. Let's not talk bout this any further. I shall return to my studying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blog updates, most probably in a fortnight or so only. I shall try to make my life more interesting so I can make you people entertained or something. Actually, it already is. Haha. I realise, I lost my touch of blogging. Damn. School, here I come. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is the sky so blue? Ask God.&lt;br /&gt;Why is the train so long? Ask again. Haha! Suckers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25058078-365019670140990715?l=jazzicalfarts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jazzicalfarts.blogspot.com/feeds/365019670140990715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25058078&amp;postID=365019670140990715' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25058078/posts/default/365019670140990715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25058078/posts/default/365019670140990715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jazzicalfarts.blogspot.com/2007/06/i-see-that-people-actually-want-me-to.html' title=''/><author><name>jazzicalfarter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18353506274906491605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25058078.post-912164343524361215</id><published>2007-05-27T19:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-27T19:23:50.433+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Due to the results of the first half of the year, I've decided to (finally) wake up and slog during the holidays. Partly being inspired and motivated by the speeches A Lim has given the Geog girls and in turn, they've been preaching bout it or somewhat, and also being given the kickstart by just the look of my results, I will minimalize my visits to MSN, and also, the amount of times my hands touch the keyboard, unless it's Literature notes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was probably the cue for you to go..."Yeah right, Audrey"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, sure I'm right. I'm going to make sure I'm going to be dead right this time round. I've made a million mistakes this first half of the year, and despite the resolutions I've made at the beginning of the year, I'm still the same old, slacking Audrey. Therefore, having no time and not being able to fail my Os, I've decided to seriously, work hard for the next months. Especially when the Os is not my only upcoming obstacle. I've yet another Music exam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom still thinks I'm trying to pull of the stunt I did in Secondary 2. You need not know what the stunt is. Neither do you need to know how badly I did for this MYEs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is then, the cue for you to go..."All the best, Audrey. Good luck with your slogging plans." because the more I think of it, the more I think I'm incapable of achieving any of it. Goodness gracious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, here, if you've decided to take a break from your Mother Tongue slogging and come online, here I wish you, All the Best for tomorrow's Big and Final step.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25058078-912164343524361215?l=jazzicalfarts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jazzicalfarts.blogspot.com/feeds/912164343524361215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25058078&amp;postID=912164343524361215' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25058078/posts/default/912164343524361215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25058078/posts/default/912164343524361215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jazzicalfarts.blogspot.com/2007/05/due-to-results-of-first-half-of-year.html' title=''/><author><name>jazzicalfarter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18353506274906491605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25058078.post-5465499449013331577</id><published>2007-05-19T13:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-19T13:50:49.515+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>No words that I know of, can describe my day yesterday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25058078-5465499449013331577?l=jazzicalfarts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jazzicalfarts.blogspot.com/feeds/5465499449013331577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25058078&amp;postID=5465499449013331577' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25058078/posts/default/5465499449013331577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25058078/posts/default/5465499449013331577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jazzicalfarts.blogspot.com/2007/05/no-words-that-i-know-of-can-describe-my.html' title=''/><author><name>jazzicalfarter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18353506274906491605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25058078.post-6521244469297396938</id><published>2007-05-13T20:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-13T20:19:11.476+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I actually survived the torture of receiving paper after paper in that stupid hall, and trying to my fullest to attempt the questions to the best of my capabilities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to confess, I am so not in the mood to blog. I decided to do so to let you people know that I'm still alive, the least.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been thinking of the list of things to do during the June holidays. It seems to me that most of it says..."Starbucks. Study." My mom supports that statement somehow. That's bad. In conclusion, from now on, I pretty much have not much of a life and I am so not going to even enjoy myself when I'm out. Clear reason, I don't even have the kaching kaching to spare. I'm hard on every cent now. And I'm trying to eat less, because my awesomely ridiculous, yet fat tuition teacher claims I'm fat and I'm putting on weight. How...ironic yet spastic. I'm not going on any diet the least so no need to worry. I'm just going to eat less. In the meantime, spend less.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now see, I'm rather surprised at my interest of music. Believe or not, I actually like...Mika. That's the cue for you to go wow. Lol. His music can be quite poppy but hard to believe, I've been rather interested in poppy stuff. Ok. Maybe not. I don't know. My mind's rather scattered all over the floor. Don't ask. I think I should really stop blogging. It's such a chore. On the other hand, I'm rather bored because there's nothing to stone at and there's no struggling to go through for concentrating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall never again, blog about my life but instead, blog about a random topic or thought I've probably had sometime ago or so. Hmmm..Interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh. By the way, if you're really bored, check out that dumb test thingy at the side of my blog, under the links. I was too bored and I got that from Jeanette and I pretty much suck at doing such shit, cause I've scored really badly in Jeanette's and Nat's one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is such a bore. I'm not even making an effort to try to make it a tiny bit better.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25058078-6521244469297396938?l=jazzicalfarts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jazzicalfarts.blogspot.com/feeds/6521244469297396938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25058078&amp;postID=6521244469297396938' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25058078/posts/default/6521244469297396938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25058078/posts/default/6521244469297396938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jazzicalfarts.blogspot.com/2007/05/i-actually-survived-torture-of.html' title=''/><author><name>jazzicalfarter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18353506274906491605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25058078.post-5353782608111319074</id><published>2007-05-04T20:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-04T20:55:13.308+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sorry. I'm just filled with too much negativity about life that everything, and almost everyone is pissing me off. Ok. Maybe not. I'm just exaggerating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I actually voice my freak opinions out, I would definitely get discriminated and judged upon. It's not a matter of whether I mind that happening, but it would somehow affect me, that I admit. It's like how I don't care of what one says of me, but in actual fact, I'm probably cracking up inside just that I don't show it. Its time I actually realise that I am a normal being, unable to be like a duper extraordinary person because I'm not even making the effort to. Therefore, I'd rather keep these thoughts and opinions to myself, torture myself by doing so in the meanwhile and sooner or later, break out. In conclusion and for a note to myself, I realise I don't forgive and forget. It's easier said than done. I realise, I don't move on in life and I don't even make an effort to stop dwelling on the negative, somehow, I concentrate more on them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many 'I's have I mentioned in the previous paragraph? Quite a number. Because, I do admit, that the problem lies within and in me. This problem, I am unable to solve. Sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the same while, I believe some fault lies in others as well. Because I strongly believe one should stop trying to pose and fake to just be accepted. And also thinking of how you've done that for the past months and years, and not forgetting, making use of us, then now, making use of others, it's amazing coming to think of how you've done that and pretending nothing has happened. Great. Apparently, I know of one who does that. The fault lies greatly in you. Or maybe not. Forget it. Just stay clear. One day, I might just tell you to screw off, or maybe not, because, I. Do. Not. Have. The. Guts. To. Do. So. and unbelivably, I'd consider the feelings of yours but more likely, of how I'd have retribution and then comments and remarks will be the ultimate backlash.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's time I take a step back of of the fast paced life or more likely, the routine and analyse the way human beings behave. I am pretty sure it can get as amusing as it can be however, oblivious to how each and everyone of a person, I am most probably greatly reflected in that certain and particular one individual. That is the main problem of this world nowadays. Everyone stands as an individual, vying to be the strongest and most outstanding of all. But yet, does anyone even realise how if eveyone tries their best in doing so, no one gains a little bit from it. In turn, everyone is just neglected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile, I have not set targets for the Mid Year Exams this year and I do know that along the journey of screwing up my Secondary 4 school life, I have also earned that golden ticket for the "Fail All Your Subjects" path, which apparently, a whole lot of students have claimed to have gotten it. In true fact, that's what everyone thinks and they're all wrong because I know I have literally no hope of resurrecting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just thinking how I am going to survive the next week, without whining at the papers while merely scanning through the papers, then burying my face into my hands and lie my head on the table because I am desperate to get out of the examination hall as soon as possible because just as I am stoning at the paper and the clocks in front and the side and not forgetting, trying in desperation to at least attempt a few questions or so, I'm already dying. Tell me how. Impossible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will be gone for a little while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh. What a negative post.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25058078-5353782608111319074?l=jazzicalfarts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jazzicalfarts.blogspot.com/feeds/5353782608111319074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25058078&amp;postID=5353782608111319074' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25058078/posts/default/5353782608111319074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25058078/posts/default/5353782608111319074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jazzicalfarts.blogspot.com/2007/05/sorry.html' title=''/><author><name>jazzicalfarter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18353506274906491605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25058078.post-6679480501887183435</id><published>2007-04-17T22:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-18T00:59:55.205+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Apparently...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dumb? Maybe. Spastic? I guess so. Felt made use of? Yeah sure. Definitely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Today has been one hilarious day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[edit]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realised I forgot to include this huge significant part of my Sec 1 band life in the 'review'. Lol! Oh yes. After every band practice, we'd actually chiong down to the canteen. To do what? To eat cup noodles, bitch bout probably one band mate or so, or most probably boast about our achievement we had made during band (e.g reached a certain note or so) and then, here's the most spastic part...We'd actually gulp down our noodles to actually play "PAGEANT", a so-called game. It's dumb I must say. The last person to finish, would have to stack everyone's cup up and throw it away. And it'd be a LOT of cups in fact. Ah. Those happy spastic times. How fun. The times when the first stall in the canteen would still be open at 6 pm and actually sold cup noodles. Gosh. Can you believe we actually looked forward to that after every band practice, just to gather for fellowship over cup noodles? Deprived I must say. Please keep in mind, that we were Sec 1s. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes, and getting scolded by Felicia during fall-in. Goodness. We all hated her. Haha. Lol. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;We still do. Why? For making us wear that red shit during Balloon Hat Festival.&lt;/span&gt; Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[edit]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mrs Audrey Cullum&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25058078-6679480501887183435?l=jazzicalfarts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jazzicalfarts.blogspot.com/feeds/6679480501887183435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25058078&amp;postID=6679480501887183435' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25058078/posts/default/6679480501887183435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25058078/posts/default/6679480501887183435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jazzicalfarts.blogspot.com/2007/04/apparently.html' title=''/><author><name>jazzicalfarter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18353506274906491605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25058078.post-6510479702758558226</id><published>2007-04-15T18:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-15T20:06:08.252+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Phantom of the Opera, was awesome! Great music, great set! Worth the money. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday the 13th pretty much conluded my secondary band life. I must say, it was actually a bittersweet ending. Bitter, you know what and my dearest awfully awesome juniors, made it close to perfectly sweet! Haha. Or more like, shuweet! Oh yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should I actually do a write-up about my Secondary Band Life? Maybe I should. A short one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still clearly remember, as to how choosing a CCA actually made it such a impossible choice to make, between Drama, Percussion Band and Concert Band. Oh yes. A possible tough decision to make. It then came down to Percussion Band or Concert Band. And I remember, every single thing about how my band life started. With one of the seniors, saying "Join Band not PB, because we take part in SYF." I remember how Marcia and I had to smile together to determine the instrument I was going to play, and Sir analysing the structure of our teeth. I still clearly remember how Charlene cleared the horn saliva of Clarissa's when we came back to have self practice (when we were only Sec 1s). I remember how I gave the seniors problem by having them oblige to find an instrument for me to practice on, when I wasn't really a priority. I remember Jaclyn and Lydia teaching us every single thing about the trumpet. Oh yes, and definitely how afraid the seniors used to be of R.K. and how they'll usually tell us stories of her and that did not fail to make me beyond terrified. And dearest Secondary 1/5, having around 13 band members, then. Lol. Total coolness I believe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember the time we joined the seniors, and getting lost in pieces such as Beauty and the Beast, Autumn Leaves, Welcome and not to forget Panther Fire. Soon enough, the Sec 4s left. With that, I got to know my seniors Justina, Ernestine, Delanie, Khai Theng and all much better.  Practices got more interesting as one passed by. With that, it also concluded that SYF 2005 was drawing close. SYF Camp came and actually went past really quickly. And so did SYF. Yes, I didn't take part then but I clearly remember as to how Ernestine purposely played wrongly in front of RK so as to get herself out of SYF and get me in. She wasn't in her right state of mind. I know that. I remember how Sir, worried so much bout SYF. All he did, including, not shaving till we sounded up to his standard, and soon enough, not tolerating it and gave an excuse like "Bush Fire". Lol. Soon enough, another batch of seniors left. Just then, there was no more Justina to talk to, bout how her sharp tailbone would poke whoever's lap she sat on and how during practices, her ass hurt really badly, and no others, etc. I doubt most of them remember us anyway. Oh yes, this was the year dearest Cindy made her way into the senior band, and I was feeling good, somewhat, being a senior, of age difference only a year apart. Oh wells. She actually thought I was a geek at first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr De took over Sir and that was a huge obstacle for the band to overcome. Much much things happened during this period. Different approach, different direction, different working environment. It was tough. Especially for the seniors. Hatred, definitely, however, impossible to comprehend. I just ignored. Still ignoring. Conflicts, for sure. I was then made SL. Then I got the bitter taste, as to how whenever the section did not know their work, I would be blamed for every possible mistake they made. It did get me a little pissed, moreover when I didn't understand much then. I was still dumb, not grown up a little bit at all. And soon, the seniors left. It was then, my life in band actually took a wild turn. I remember the announcement made to the band, right before Sounds of Music, the next batch of leaders. Hard to believe definitely. I thought it was impossible. I could not lead a band. I remember, Dee telling me it was alright and that I could do it. I remember telling Natalie that I couldnt possibly be the president, moreover the fact that I had to miss Monday practices because of Music Os. She said no, it was possible. They left. Seniors left. Our source of support then, went about missing. I hate to say this, but we were actually left hanging. Thrown into the deep end of the pool. Yeah they did train us a little, made me do fall in, here and there. Fall in the juniors and missed a little of my Music Os here and there. Yeah, I did dread falling in by myself. But, I began to enjoy it. Somehow. Anyways, we were lost birds. Sherri, Farah and I. Clueless about band stuff. Band issues, unsettled or whatsoever, we had no clue, no idea. We struggled, stressed when not needed. Haha. Oh wells.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was that probably the best thing which happened to me in band? No. Definitely no because it made me stress. And half the time in class, I'd be thinking of nothing but band. Band, band, band. It was like a crazy obsession. But, I loved it. It is for sure, not the best thing. But it was closest to the best. Because, with that, I got to go for NCO, and met a bunch of great lovely asses. Haha. A bunch of people who managed to tolerate my rantings, and also share the same thoughts with me, a bunch who had a common goal and passion, and that love for band and music. With that, I also managed to go for OBS and the MOE Senior Leadership Camp, and facilitate 2/3. Yet another great bunch of people. That title, post, whatever, I suppose I had to better do a good job with it. It was fun being Drum Major, and yet pissifying and stressful. But if you realise, I do love challenges and stress. It also made me grow up, to think in another way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what exactly was the best part of band? Juniors. Fellow Bandits. The batch now, definitely. Through the years, juniors came in, and I thought at first, as batch by batch come in, the band would start to detoriate. Now, I think otherwise. And I hope otherwise as well. This batch of juniors, the ones who did not fail to surprise us as seniors, with that lovely farewell party. Seeing you all cry, actually made us feel important. And seeing you all grow up as well. Training you all from clueless to at least, knowing something and also us being aware that part of you, was what we were in the past. The whole party, as seen was one whole collective effort between the Sec 2s and 3s and with that, it pleases and touches my heart already that you all took the time to do something. Especially that powerpoint slide, and the food. The money you all had to part with. Wow. The efficiency surprises me. I have hope for the future and I am proud of you all. Do us proud and we'll be back, don't worry. We will always be proud of you all. It really touched my heart as to how your hard work paid off in Hawaii. And definitely how much faith you all had in us Seniors for SYF, as to how you all also shared our tears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To all who played a huge part into making and moulding me throughout my band years, Seniors (whether you hold much hatred for me), Instructors, fellow Bandits, Juniors, NCO mates, thank you a whole lot. Be it that selfish fucking bitch you have made me into or that awesome senior and leader who some claim to be but I actually doubt so, you've made me grow in a whole million ways, and experience the best of what secondary school life can be. Thank You. I Love You!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to all who I made pissed and irritated (at times, with me being unreasonable) while I led the band, sorry and thank you for understanding. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With that, my three to four years, of meeting awesome people, who had a common passion, goal, and love, I would love to finally conlude with this,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE SACCB! :D&lt;br /&gt;It was a pleasure leading you all. Thank you for this unforgettable experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mrs Audrey Cullum,&lt;br /&gt;your previous drum major. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25058078-6510479702758558226?l=jazzicalfarts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jazzicalfarts.blogspot.com/feeds/6510479702758558226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25058078&amp;postID=6510479702758558226' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25058078/posts/default/6510479702758558226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25058078/posts/default/6510479702758558226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jazzicalfarts.blogspot.com/2007/04/phantom-of-opera-was-awesome-great.html' title=''/><author><name>jazzicalfarter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18353506274906491605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25058078.post-15110248941396749</id><published>2007-04-12T20:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-12T20:02:51.744+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Wow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25058078-15110248941396749?l=jazzicalfarts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jazzicalfarts.blogspot.com/feeds/15110248941396749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25058078&amp;postID=15110248941396749' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25058078/posts/default/15110248941396749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25058078/posts/default/15110248941396749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jazzicalfarts.blogspot.com/2007/04/wow.html' title=''/><author><name>jazzicalfarter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18353506274906491605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25058078.post-3971976549614995521</id><published>2007-04-07T21:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-07T22:10:01.689+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today was interesting. I realise my vocabulary is going down the drain, not to even mention it didn't even exist in the first place. Oh wells.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I should reply to the tags instead of flooding the tagboard because my name "Mrs Cullum" takes up too much space in the board already. Anyways, here goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wanyi: That was what I was thinking but it isn't proper. Haha. A lot of people hasn't even started. Hmmm. I wonder why. Oh wells.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maxine: Scandalous what shit. Lol. I decided to stay faithful to dearest Jamie. :) Oh and to your wonderful way of waking me up, it totally sucked. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abi: Wow Abi. You can't give me a break from the OI calling. Thanks. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amandie: AHH! Oh whatever. Whatever happened to GH?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clarissa: Reed will be history soon. TSK! DTT is not history now. Ok most probably, because I know the exact name. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bernice: Yeah yeah. I believe you. I just need to give you wine and you go high. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lydia: I answered you in MSN already. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eve: Haha. It's 2 days away. Less than 2 days in fact. AHHHHH! BIG BIG AHHHHHH!!! Lol. Shoo the silver cycle. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sherri: Neither do I. But Mrs Tan is much better than Mdm Heng. I see some chance in me passing the cheena language now. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mel: Haha. I try. Lol. It's the last year. After this year, GONE! Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joey: YA LA! TSK! Haha. You totally suck. Boo you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright. That's long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coming back to the day, it was interesting. It being the last practice for the seniors today, we tried to make the best out of it. In my opinion, of how I performed today, I think it was rather horrible. To add on, I had no Cindy. Lol. I was alright at first. Not till we kept repeating and repeating and repeating. Audrey almost dieded. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We, being Eunice, Weelyn, Amanda, Sherri, Maxine, Joycelyn and I, went on to get whatever needed for the end of our secondary band life, our leaving. Alright. I shall not try to be emo here. Anyways, we went all around to Bugis and it was a rather impromtu thing to go to Swee Lee. And we saw a whole lot of different Bandits from different schools all around. Oh wells. It was then I realised Bras Basah is an interesting place to go to. All the arty farties. Lol. I finally had Starbucks after a loong time. Haha. How sweet, I totally forgot how to order. And we had a good time laughing over ridiculous stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to include this very retarded conversation between us in Popular just now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Where's the foolscap?&lt;br /&gt;Amanda: Oh. Its somewhere along here. You just walk straight...&lt;br /&gt;*Eunice and Weelyn continues looking for the pen and Amanda joins in*&lt;br /&gt;...*Note I'm still clueless and its rather silent because nobody is helping me*&lt;br /&gt;*A few seconds later*&lt;br /&gt;Amanda: There...*looking at the pens and points somewhere else*...the foolscap paper there.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Er. Right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Eunice and Weelyn started laughing. Asking Amanda a question is just as good as asking...my mom a question because she never answers the question. Thanks for the effort anyway. Spastic. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's very hard to believe. In just a few days time, we'll leave the band for good. What we've been working so hard for, will be over in just 20 minutes on stage. Be it tears of joy or sheer satisfaction, I hope it will truly be a good ending for us. Do yourselves proud. Do your juniors proud. Do the band proud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, I've decided to become faithful. Haha. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mrs Audrey Cullum&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25058078-3971976549614995521?l=jazzicalfarts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jazzicalfarts.blogspot.com/feeds/3971976549614995521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25058078&amp;postID=3971976549614995521' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25058078/posts/default/3971976549614995521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25058078/posts/default/3971976549614995521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jazzicalfarts.blogspot.com/2007/04/today-was-interesting.html' title=''/><author><name>jazzicalfarter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18353506274906491605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25058078.post-3342103614591310264</id><published>2007-04-02T20:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-02T21:06:27.176+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am clearly, still suffering from post-Hawaii syndrome. Everyone from band is. We have to resort to writing notes to those who did not go to Hawaii, to express our depression out. That might not make much of a sense but the point is there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was a horrible day (apart of the fact we have post-Hawaii syndrome). Miss Karen Kang made me feel very bad, because I clearly am one of those who have not woken up and yet apparently, she did not speak to me. Thing is, that even so, I don't really want to meet her because...I don't want to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so, I had a long talk with Mdm Sim. Or maybe not. Meeting rather. She was yakking non-stop about my work attitude and )(&amp;*&amp;amp;%$^(&amp;^)$^%#(*&amp;amp;_J:K":&lt;br /&gt;":{:IUHI?&gt;QPIET)*C*O%!*$r I have no idea what else because I was just nodding away, because this very meeting was outside the classroom where everyone just walked past and gave that "Wow-Audrey-you're-speaking-to-MDM-SIM!" face, and laughing sadistically. And I was trying my best to not laugh. Lol. Oh and during Bio, I was talking to Sonia about Hawaii, and she, being Sim, humiliated me by making me sit in front of the class where the bin is, facing the class. I look freaking spastic I must say. And she even stopped from me smiling to myself. T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hen next, the Chinese teacher, said she gave up hope on me. She said that it's either I always don't do my work or I am sleeping, which is true but, I could prevent that...if I had a better teacher who doesn't make up dumb stories about how so and so died (apparently, she knows a lot of people who has died) etc. and actually taught proper chinese, for example, vegetable teacher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, I had to receive complains about our dearest Sec 1s. Apparently, they're making a hell lot of trouble and it seems I'm supposed to be responsible for them even though I'm away in Hawaii. Like, honestly, what the fuck. And please, we're not them, how'd we know when they'll make an attack into the PfA office. For goodness sake, worse still, short skirt. Are we supposed to make a 3G call all the way from Hawaii, and say "Please unroll your skirt. P**t*i, show me how long your skirt is now. No. It must be longer. Longer, I say." One more week, and we'll be free of such shit. Alleluia!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's how bad my day was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes, other than that, a million and one thanks to Sonia, my fellow dinosaur and Anne for taking down our homework and sorts. And Clarissa Klose-ALTMAN, Jennifer Job and Farah Peterson for the Nothing Book. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signing Off,&lt;br /&gt;Audrey :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25058078-3342103614591310264?l=jazzicalfarts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jazzicalfarts.blogspot.com/feeds/3342103614591310264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25058078&amp;postID=3342103614591310264' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25058078/posts/default/3342103614591310264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25058078/posts/default/3342103614591310264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jazzicalfarts.blogspot.com/2007/04/i-am-clearly-still-suffering-from-post.html' title=''/><author><name>jazzicalfarter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18353506274906491605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25058078.post-432975566609386400</id><published>2007-03-31T02:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-31T09:32:52.606+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>1 Hawaii rocks my stinking socks. It rocks so much, it rocks more than Jamie. Oh my GOD, I can't believe I just said that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 I love DTT, and I am so deprived while I'm here in Singapore and DTT probably taking off in Hawaii right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 We got a silver, that's if you're to slow to even know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This trip, was a hell lot of fun. Duh-ly so. And I'm sorry if I didn't get any of you something, as in missed out on you, because I didnt have enough money. Alright, I probably did but I spent it all away. And I got to blog about this entire trip, the past entire week, right now, anyway, I don't think I'd be able to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, where do we start? Gathering at the airport in the wee hours of 3, was pretty interesting. Everybody all looking so dead, and only a few being excited because it was probably a long time since they got on the plane. One good classic example would be me. I was so darn pretty worried for my luggage being overweight. Amazing enough, it wasn't. Jo's was. Haha! It was quite cool to have people going "Wow" at your instruments and staring at them as if it was...the President of Singapore or so. We went on to get the postcards, which was definitely not enough for the number of trumpeters in the exchange but who cares. And then proceeded into this bookshop in which, every single junior of mine, starting getting horny. Gosh. I wonder who made them this way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The plane ride was quite alright. Interesting, and I thought the first plane ride's food was pretty nice. The rest, was close to bull shit. United Airlines service is impressive. Oh they made us feel extra special, when they announced about us on the plane, like "The St Anthony's Canossian Secondary Concert Band is on board the plane with us today and they will be taking part in the ...We wish them all the best..." Oh Japan's airport is quite alright, but compared to Singapore's, their efficiency, not that good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's skip the plane ride. I think what we did there was more interesting. Oh yeah, on the way to Hawaii, I took Callista's window seat and sat beside this stranger whom she was pretty much afraid to sit beside. Since I was wanting a window seat, I volunteered to sit beside him. He introduced himself, to be Mr. Barnes and he was duper nice. He's a Hawaiian and when we reached Hawaii, he went "Finally. Home." Now, keep this in mind. I'll explain the rest later. Oh yes, he even gave me this Vitamin C thingy, because I had running nose on the plane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got stucked at the security check thingy. They thought my passport was fake, I think. I was like close to panicking. Oh wells. I managed to get in. They then welcomed us with that garland of orchids which in fact, stinked up everyone's hotel room because we were told not to throw it away. It was hilarious as to how the two people welcoming us, kissed us and the reactions were like "eww". Goodness. So mean. Haha. The bus was nice. Much better, way better than Singapore's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since we couldn't check into the hotel just as yet, we went shopping. Shopping, as in walked around, and didn't really buy anything in fear that Ala Moana would have much nicer stuff. We finally checked in in the afternoon and had "Study Time". Yeah right. Everything was noise and pure fun and entertainment when you're in the same room as Cindy, Michelle and Callista. Oh my God... How Spastic. Haha. It was then when they realised I loved the word spastic and they started counting the number of times I said it. Oh yes, to conclude, it was almost close to a pig sty with them in the room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Korean Air people, arrived the next morning and by then, the UA people had had their breakfast at Perry's Smorgy already. Oh yes, at that point of time, we thought the food was good or alright. We then had the time to explore the place once again, and "play with water" at the beach. Oh damn it, I have to say, their beach is fucking nice. Haha. And that game of real or fake was really dumb. Michelle and I buried ourselves in the sand and it was then, I realised that dearest Sandra and Callista have no idea how to apply sunblock. Who in the world puts patches of sunblock on your face, that you have white stuff here and there. You're like supposed to rub, and spread it. But no, they didnt. Haha. Spastic. Then, we got ourselves a tattoo, airburshed. Haha. Oh yeah, and we had to walk to Pacific Beach Hotel for every rehearsal or so and it got so irritating all thanks to slow administrators in our school, and thanks to them, we didn't get to stay in Waikiki Resort and that's pretty much irritates me because THEY were there. Haha. Damn it. We sounded great in Ahi room, but definitely not in the others. Thank God the exchange with Epping was in Ahi. Haha. Oh yes and we found out Concord was in the same hotel as us. It was then, when the first question bout us was post. "Is Singapore in China?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had breakfast in Smorgy's once again, and I thought it wasn't THAT bad just as yet. Note, the buffet breakfast had the same food day after day. Headed for the Pearl Harbor Memorial and damn because I didn't get to get anything from there. It was pretty interesting. Very in fact. Oh almost all dozed off during the video and when it came to the bombing part, everyone woke up. Then proceeded on for rehearsals again, then "Study Time" in which we spent most of the time preparing for the Dinner, or rather, clearing up the room. The dinner, was sucky. I think the AJ people were rather idiotic, and the West Ranch people were too quiet. And bloody hell, we didn't get to sit with the Epping Boys. Some did though. Like Jeanette and Alex. In fact, I wouldn't mind sitting with Alex. At least there'd be someone to talk to. One word for the dinner: Horrible. Dancing, wasn't even like dancing. And we suspected something to have happened there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 4. Adjudication Day. I know Cindy had to say "Today got adjudication..." then I could wake up. Haha. Breakfast at Perry's once again. It was then we realised that the food were the same. Then we had to prepare for Ala Moana. Everyone was dressed in their uniform and all, full school uniform and then 5 minutes before we left our hotel rooms, we had teachers telling us to change into our band uniform. I could have whacked the hell out of them. Dumb arses. Performance was quite alright, with many people asking where we were from and all. Amount of audience was quite good as well. Given only 15 minutes to get our lunch, some people went to shop. Like what the hell. Haha. Anyways, proceeded directly to Pacific Beach Hotel for soundcheck. I thought it was horrible. Everything was such a rush. And finally the Adjudicated Performance. The intermediate band had a breakdown, and like at most random places, they started crying. Well, I think they did well. Anyways, some of us thought it was a horrible idea to let us watch the other bands perform before us. We had West Ranch after the Intermediate Band, which truly, and honestly did intimidate us alot. They were really good. But what would you expect from a marching band. Nothing but good stuff. Concord was next, and they weren't too good. Completely off tuned and weren't playing as a band. Then we had to leave but we do know AJ Dimond and Epping Boys, were just as awesome. Good thing we didn't hear Epping. Haha. Last up, us. It was nerve wrecking at first, so I decided to go hysterical. But it didnt help. Haha. I managed to calm down, but Cindy became nervous because of her solo, which in turn, turned out great. So we walked in into the ballroom. People stared. I could sense it real bad. To add on, I was left with no seat. Damn Cindy and Amanda. Like what the fuck. Anyways, we started off pretty well, with Fantasy followed by Pirates which made the audience more alive, and Virginia, which did not turn out that well. Oh wells, I think we deserved that silver anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We then had exchange programmes with Epping and AJ. Oh goodness. I think the workshop with Epping was awesome. Haha. DTT! Lol. I am so going to get hold of every picture taken at the Luau to see if DTT is possibly in any of them. Anyway, before that I was cautioned by the trombones of Alex. Alex Long, the jerk who talks non stop. Turned out, I had to sit beside him. I think he was pretty nice but, too much of a show off. All the trumpeters we exchanged with had this tendency of reaching notes too high, notes you'd never be able to hear in SAC. Haha. Why? Because all doubled up on the jazz band. So duhly, those would come naturally. Anyways, the combined with Epping, was quite good I must say. AJ's exchange didn't turn out that good because the pieces they gave us, were way too complicated. I could almost die when I saw a high high E, in the fourth bar. I was like what the fuck. I only managed to play the long notes, which didnt even turn out too nice. Surprisingly, they had difficulty playing Virginia, and Fantasy. Haha. Honestly, their articulation weren't even that good. Both bands got us something and I felt bad, because we didn't get enough because we didn't expect AJ's trumpet section to be huge. Their gifts weren't that cheapskate as compared to our postcards. Haha. They gave us stuff toys, figurines, books and all. It was duper cool. Oh yes, that was also the day, I speed shopped. I bought so much clothes at Ala Moana without even trying them on. Who cares. Because my dearest section people, had to inform me that we might not have the time to go back the next day. Upon hearing that, full blast for shopping. I spent as if there wasnt a tomorrow. Now looking back, I think I must have been out of my mind. Anyways, it sort of made me pissed as to how we couldn't go back. But it was sure fun speed shopping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last day, sort of. I told myself I had to observe DTT, but no I didn't. I think the Luau was most probably a waste of time because some of us didn't eat. To add on, it was in the hot sun. However, I think the performance was awesome. It was hilarious as well. Oh yes, the Luau also displayed public signs of affection. NEWS! Epping Boys' Nathan had moved so quickly on a Mountain View girl. Goodness. And to think everyone thought he was hot. He was such a playboy. Goodness. It was really scary how fast it was. Faster than Dash from The Incredibles. Lol. Oh and thank you, to my dearest section for taking photos of DTT. It was hilarious how you all took the effort to do that. We went back to the hotel to do more shopping, and then proceeded on for command performance. It was none other than Epping Boys who peformed. I think they deserved it. Everyone went crazy because it was the boys. Oh yes. Right. Anyway, the performance was quite good, and that includes the choir. And their piece entitled "Johnny Said No" It was hilarious how they sang it, that every band member started imitating them. Haha. Oh and the opening piece. Everyone thought the guy zao sia. The nerve wrecking part of the entire performance was announcing of the results. Upon hearing AJ had gotten a silver, it was less than 10% that we would be able to get a gold. I suppose we're alright with what we've gotten because we did deserve it. But, thing was, I heard this from one AJ's band member. "We've got a silver!" in a rather excited tone apparently. I supposed they didnt expect much. We expected too much. Oh wells. I just hope we do well in SYF. It's to the extent I don't even care how the school would think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were so darn reluctant to return back to Singapore because we don't want to go back to school. Hawaii's air is much nicer and everything in Hawaii is duper awesome. We know we're in deep shit when we're back in school. Who cares. We also realise that when we were in Hawaii, time passed really fast in Singapore. Apparently. Yes. Haha. So, when we were in the plane, we touched down in Singapore, we were like Boo and all because we didnt want to be in Singapore. As compared to the Mr. Barnes, obviously returning to your home Hawaii would be awesome. Returning home in Singapore is nothing but blah. Oh and the UA people were so nice as to congratulate us, just that they were like "Contrations" instead of "Congratulations". Lol. They were really sweet. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss Hawaii's air.&lt;br /&gt;I miss rushing for rehearsals.&lt;br /&gt;I miss having that going-to-vomit feeling in the lift of Ohana West.&lt;br /&gt;I miss slotting the key into the door of the hotel.&lt;br /&gt;I miss talking to Concord people.&lt;br /&gt;I miss having parties in the room.&lt;br /&gt;I miss having prank calls.&lt;br /&gt;I miss the streets of Hawaii, where people were all in their beach wear, and the breeze would be so cold yet nice.&lt;br /&gt;I miss walking to every corner of Hawaii and seeing the ABC stores.&lt;br /&gt;I miss running in the corridors of the hotel.&lt;br /&gt;I miss the exchange programs, especially the one with Eppings.&lt;br /&gt;I miss Anna and Keith directing us to our rehearsal venue.&lt;br /&gt;I miss greeting Aloha to everyone we meet on the street and Mahalo as well.&lt;br /&gt;I miss going up the bus by the wrong side.&lt;br /&gt;I miss walking to Pacific Beach, with our instruments and people being amazed.&lt;br /&gt;I miss the buskers.&lt;br /&gt;I miss the beach, the sand, the sky, the clear waters.&lt;br /&gt;I miss burying myself in the clean sand.&lt;br /&gt;I miss fighting with Emily the strange.&lt;br /&gt;I miss Perry's Smorgy although it isn't that good.&lt;br /&gt;I miss shopping in Hawaii.&lt;br /&gt;I miss the Marlin Room, Moi Room, Ahi Room, the Grand Ballroom.&lt;br /&gt;I miss the cold water provided during practices.&lt;br /&gt;I miss the salty 99 cents hotdog.&lt;br /&gt;I miss the bathtub, the huge room we had as compared to the others.&lt;br /&gt;I miss the neighbours complaning about how much noise we make.&lt;br /&gt;I miss the airconditioning in the hotel room, and the blanket, and the windows.&lt;br /&gt;I miss having human alarm clocks wake me up.&lt;br /&gt;I miss going everywhere and seeing pineapples and more pineapples.&lt;br /&gt;I miss the bitch slang other schools had.&lt;br /&gt;I miss struggling with my phone's calculator to convert US dollars into Singapore dollars.&lt;br /&gt;I miss the plane rides.&lt;br /&gt;I miss the room service provided.&lt;br /&gt;I miss World Projects and the team.&lt;br /&gt;I miss Japan's toilet bowl.&lt;br /&gt;I miss missing Singapore and being happy in Hawaii.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I miss DTT.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss Hawaii and everything in Hawaii.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think this is a nightmare. Being in Singapore has got to be a nightmare. I have to go back to Hawaii soon. I must. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9 more days to SYF.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mrs Audrey Cullum-CFH&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25058078-432975566609386400?l=jazzicalfarts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jazzicalfarts.blogspot.com/feeds/432975566609386400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25058078&amp;postID=432975566609386400' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25058078/posts/default/432975566609386400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25058078/posts/default/432975566609386400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jazzicalfarts.blogspot.com/2007/03/1-hawaii-rocks-my-stinking-socks.html' title=''/><author><name>jazzicalfarter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18353506274906491605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25058078.post-6888621200622348877</id><published>2007-03-22T19:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-22T20:31:14.249+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Who knew, that what we've been looking forward to, for the past 200 over days has finally approached. This journey had been too quick to even take notice of. I am pretty sure, regardless of how big of a role one plays in the band, everyone has had an enjoyable time preparing for this period of time, we thought two years back, would never come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the next 7 days or so, we might be working our asses off, or either fooling around. Definitely, it would be the first stated. With our oh-so-wonderful school, pressing on for a Gold, Gold and Gold, and not Goal, what other option do we have. Oh yes, we do have an option. I am hopefully hoping that most members read this. I hope we all go there with a goal and come back with it acheived and not a gold we acheived. Oh wait. I do hope for a gold. Oh whatever. You get the point. Anyways, regardless of whether we'll have any breakdowns over in Hawaii, just think about how we managed to get through that &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;dumb&lt;/span&gt; SYF camp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To keep it short and sweet, forget about everything in Singapore, and think about Hawaii. Focus, concentrate, and aim for the best. Remember, it's not the gold we want. :) Hope everyone makes this trip a fucking awesome one. Thanks to all for the wishes as well! See you all in Hawaii!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To all back home, do your best and practice your asses off. Please do your best as much as the rest of us are alright? Yeah alright. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realise it's finally beginning to sink in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mrs Audrey Cullum&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25058078-6888621200622348877?l=jazzicalfarts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jazzicalfarts.blogspot.com/feeds/6888621200622348877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25058078&amp;postID=6888621200622348877' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25058078/posts/default/6888621200622348877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25058078/posts/default/6888621200622348877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jazzicalfarts.blogspot.com/2007/03/who-knew-that-what-weve-been-looking.html' title=''/><author><name>jazzicalfarter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18353506274906491605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25058078.post-535728110629842507</id><published>2007-03-17T13:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-17T13:44:24.127+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Lots of people owe me money now. Haha. Not a lot but close to a lot. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think the trip to the Night Safari was rather interesting. Deprived you see. But bout the piece, nothing related at all. Gorby, is a weird guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And finally I got my treat! Haha. Thanks! Oh and, Music and Lyrics is one gay movie I must say. Yesterday was like the only day out of the entire "holidays" I had like most fun or so. Now, onto for more schooling. And, then escape off to Hawaii! Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Happy Birthday Clarissa! and a belated one to Nat Eng and Anne Bell Jar!&lt;/strong&gt; Lol!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mrs Audrey Cullum&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25058078-535728110629842507?l=jazzicalfarts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jazzicalfarts.blogspot.com/feeds/535728110629842507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25058078&amp;postID=535728110629842507' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25058078/posts/default/535728110629842507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25058078/posts/default/535728110629842507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jazzicalfarts.blogspot.com/2007/03/lots-of-people-owe-me-money-now.html' title=''/><author><name>jazzicalfarter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18353506274906491605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25058078.post-1292045326386664641</id><published>2007-03-14T00:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-14T00:51:18.973+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yes, the long await has arrived. The progress paper is out, for the Sec 4s. And I'm so glad, that there're no red marks. But, well, lots of lines. Note the term 'lots'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then again, right after tuition, my teacher gave me a long talk. Apparently, it concerned me wanting to stop tuition. Alright, maybe I'm not. Come to think of what Eunice said "Do you want to cry when we get back our O level results?" No. I don't want to. In fact, I want to go around jumping my head off. Oblivious to what is around me. That's what I want it to be like. I don't want to cry. I don't like crying. How. Ironic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This 'study break' is so redundant. Apparently, I'm just waiting for SYF to be over, and get on with studying. Oh please, this is definitely for sure, mental torture. I hate torture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hawaii. Well, I know for sure it'd all be over in a really soon time to come. You know how much, I hate the fact, that when you're not having the best time, time passes really duper slowly. I can't wait for this week to come to an end. Honestly. I can't wait for Thursday. Despite, it's like tomorrow. Ok this entry might appear to be like posted on Wednesday. Oh wells. Anyways, yes. Then Friday, I can relax at least, after the combined and then get my treat! :) Haha. Then Safari with Bandits! Note there's no studying done. Oh fuck it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The past week has been horrible so do not expect me to talk about it. Then come again, everyday, is supposed to be good. Think of it positively. Oh yes! Section lunch later! Great! Awesomeness. First attempt for the section to go out together. Lol. Then we'll meet Nonami. Haha. Poh Wai Yee won't be coming. Damn. That's going to be horrible. Lim Ching Ching gotta help me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mrs Audrey Cullum&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25058078-1292045326386664641?l=jazzicalfarts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jazzicalfarts.blogspot.com/feeds/1292045326386664641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25058078&amp;postID=1292045326386664641' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25058078/posts/default/1292045326386664641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25058078/posts/default/1292045326386664641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jazzicalfarts.blogspot.com/2007/03/yes-long-await-has-arrived.html' title=''/><author><name>jazzicalfarter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18353506274906491605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25058078.post-8614089938378071554</id><published>2007-03-12T21:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-12T21:45:34.218+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>These few days have not been going too well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Audrey Cullum will be gone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25058078-8614089938378071554?l=jazzicalfarts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jazzicalfarts.blogspot.com/feeds/8614089938378071554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25058078&amp;postID=8614089938378071554' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25058078/posts/default/8614089938378071554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25058078/posts/default/8614089938378071554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jazzicalfarts.blogspot.com/2007/03/these-few-days-have-not-been-going-too.html' title=''/><author><name>jazzicalfarter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18353506274906491605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25058078.post-8602427072146623110</id><published>2007-03-08T21:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-08T22:59:40.701+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm feeling emo now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reality scares me. 15 days left. Nothing's right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm constantly being so lethargic these few days, not to mention that I've always been, but, it's been to the extent that even the vice principal's words refuse to sink in. My energy is mainly all exerted entirely to band, and also, trying my best to stay awake in lessons. Consolation is not working well either because, that would be that SYF is coming in 20 plus days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, to make it much worse, you have teachers constantly showing two sided emotions to only confuse you. This applies to academics and what nots. Then, I tend to get pissed at the most unnecessary incidents but, I do think I was one dumb fool to choose St Anthony's as my school. We have dumb people coming up with the most ridiculous rules as if they'd had nothing better to do. In what way would letting our school girls not be in the classrooms during lunchtime, enhance their little brain, hopefully that they'd use the time to catch up on work? Oh I understand, you'd rather us, become much much much like your damn size, as a result of having too much for lunch. How selfish. Then coming on to another situation, I can simply put this in one sentence. You demand THIS much from us, but when we want THIS much, &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;this &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;much returns. We can plainly decide not to get a gold. Or worse still, not a silver. Alright, I might be spouting nonsense.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm downing my sorrows and depression in orange juice. Sorrows is a huge word. Maybe not. I'm just downing my emotions in juice. And the smell of tabasco sauce continues to sting my nose although it was already a few minutes ago he was drinking up on tabasco.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom gave a few suggestions of my confirmation name. I do not have to listen to her, because I disagree with almost everything she says these few days. She suggested, either ridiculous or common and cliche names, no offence to those who own these names but, well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Audrey Pang Sai Liaw&lt;br /&gt;Audrey Virgin Liaw&lt;br /&gt;Audrey Nicolette Liaw&lt;br /&gt;Audrey Samantha Liaw&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What the.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then my brother started saying, get some egyptian names. Like Iskan----, then he started spouting nonsense, Audrey Siti Liaw, Audrey Shafiqah Liaw, etc. I can't believe I belong to this family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom favours the name Ruth, but hates Meagan. I love Meagan. Then again, there's no saint named as such. Oh wells. I think I'll just not submit my name this week. Haha. But then again, Theresse just said Elizabeth sounds nice but I should re-spell it or so. Oh and while searching for names, I found out that names such as "Starbuck" and "Brilliant" exists. Oh yes, and dearest Natalie Koh, suggested...Fuckerdoo. Audrey Fuckerdoo Liaw. How brilliant. I can't wait to be confirmed and have the archbishop say my name. Lmao!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is going to be a waste of time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and I see really interesting tags, but I don't wanna flood my own tagboard. So I'm sorry but I won't be replying. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mrs Audrey Cullum&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25058078-8602427072146623110?l=jazzicalfarts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jazzicalfarts.blogspot.com/feeds/8602427072146623110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25058078&amp;postID=8602427072146623110' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25058078/posts/default/8602427072146623110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25058078/posts/default/8602427072146623110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jazzicalfarts.blogspot.com/2007/03/im-feeling-emo-now.html' title=''/><author><name>jazzicalfarter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18353506274906491605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25058078.post-2040119945945452618</id><published>2007-03-07T00:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-07T00:17:03.742+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's either me or that news do not travel that much, but we didn't receive our progress cards. Be it good or bad, I still want it badly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am still not awake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've yet to think of my confirmation name. Damn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mrs Audrey Cullum&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25058078-2040119945945452618?l=jazzicalfarts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jazzicalfarts.blogspot.com/feeds/2040119945945452618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25058078&amp;postID=2040119945945452618' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25058078/posts/default/2040119945945452618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25058078/posts/default/2040119945945452618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jazzicalfarts.blogspot.com/2007/03/its-either-me-or-that-news-do-not.html' title=''/><author><name>jazzicalfarter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18353506274906491605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25058078.post-5192758647016765512</id><published>2007-03-05T20:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-05T21:06:19.109+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I ran to school in less than 5 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a very bad hair day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't understand a word in the Chinese papers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's two other reactions and from now, I'm going to change my nick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, we have Marcia's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ cia.... ~ huh?what you say?wait ah...let me turn on my hearing aid. says:&lt;br /&gt;U SUCK!!!&lt;br /&gt;audreyCULLUM hates hana kimi! and Quan and Xiuyi are ugly shit! says:&lt;br /&gt;and swallow, and chew as well.&lt;br /&gt;audreyCULLUM hates hana kimi! and Quan and Xiuyi are ugly shit! says:&lt;br /&gt;~ cia.... ~ huh?what you say?wait ah...let me turn on my hearing aid. says:&lt;br /&gt;QUAN IS CUTE U ******&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next, Lydia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LYDIA a promise made. says:&lt;br /&gt;EH! cannot hate hana kimi ok!&lt;br /&gt;LYDIA a promise made. says:&lt;br /&gt;and quan is not ugly..&lt;br /&gt;audreyCULLUM hates hana kimi! and Quan and Xiuyi are ugly shit! says:&lt;br /&gt;hmmm i see.&lt;br /&gt;LYDIA a promise made. says:&lt;br /&gt;ok. nicer tone. can you please change your nick?&lt;br /&gt;audreyCULLUM hates hana kimi! and Quan and Xiuyi are ugly shit! says:&lt;br /&gt;HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow, would be equivalent to one of the worst days of March. Damn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mrs Audrey Cullum&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25058078-5192758647016765512?l=jazzicalfarts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jazzicalfarts.blogspot.com/feeds/5192758647016765512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25058078&amp;postID=5192758647016765512' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25058078/posts/default/5192758647016765512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25058078/posts/default/5192758647016765512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jazzicalfarts.blogspot.com/2007/03/i-ran-to-school-in-less-than-5-minutes.html' title=''/><author><name>jazzicalfarter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18353506274906491605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25058078.post-7825013974757313773</id><published>2007-03-05T01:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-05T01:51:46.596+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Please do not ask me what I'm doing online at 1 plus am when there's Chinese Mid Year Exam later on. Oh wells. It's a sure fail, I heard it's really difficult. I don't know what's up with the school and setting awesomely tough papers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, the past few days have been nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had band practice and left for violin lesson after warm ups. Like right. I cabbed down to my violin place, and half the time, the cab driver was cursing. Main words used "Chee Bai" and "Bastard". He couldn't even say bastard properly. Violin lesson was horrible. I literally wass struggling the pieces. And guess what? The concert is on 31st March. I'm so not going to perform. I don't want to. I DON'T WANT TO! Went Starbucking on Saturday to do work, apparently not. Khoo Gek Ling made me wait for half an hour, and believe it or not, I was dozing off while waiting for her. I could almost kill her I tell you. Suntec's Starbucks is nice, but definitely not condusive for studying. Siglap's one is much much better. Much quieter. Headed off to meet Clarissa at TM, to get stuff and cabbed down to Nat's house. We got the cab from Tanah Merah instead and this cab driver, had a horrible attitude problem. We detoured to Maxine's house to pick her up first and while waiting for her, the fella wanted to drive off. Like what the fuck?! Then he said "Ask your friend go take another taxi la. Not say your fare is 10 dollars. 3.80 only. Waste my time..." Then he kept wanting to drive off. Argh. Cab Drivers nowadays. Are. Absolutely. Horrible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carrying on, Oh my goodness! Nat's house. Is. Fucking. Fabulous. I love it. Lol. So nice. We couldn't stop wowing at her house. When we were in the cab, and the fella stopped outside 50, and he went "There, 50, big big house" We went synchronised-ly, WOW... Haha. Its like so nice. Ok, my vocabulary sucks. We then ate pizza, watched half of Kingdom of Heaven. I have to admit I'm a sadist. Yeah, and was laughing at the scenes people randomly got on fire. Then Clarissa and Maxine, who took forever to pick out another movie to watch. Ended up watching The Notebook. The female lead, always jumping on the guy ah. Haiya. So...Tsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today, Catechism, I only for like half an hour. I woke up after 15 mins Catechism started. I've broken the record! Haha. Then went to have lunch and went back for Rite of Election. So on and so forth. Then went to NTUC to get groceries, by myself. Wow. I bet my mom so regrets making me do that. She gave me 50 bucks and I spent 48 bucks. And to think I told her, I was only going to buy ham and fruits. Lol. I ended up buying two tubs of Ben and&lt;em&gt; Jerry's&lt;/em&gt;. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, I think I missed out on something, oh wells. Oh yes, I came online, changed my nick and wanted to see who would react to it. I didn't have many as not many people were online at that time. Oh wells. It was hilarious when NatKoh's conver box suddenly popped up. First is Eve's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aviation. says:&lt;br /&gt;you hate hanakimi--''&lt;br /&gt;aviation. says:&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;audreyCULLUM hates hana kimi! and Quan and Xiuyi are ugly shit! says:&lt;br /&gt;HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;audreyCULLUM hates hana kimi! and Quan and Xiuyi are ugly shit! says:&lt;br /&gt;why?&lt;br /&gt;aviation. says:&lt;br /&gt;cause i think wu zun's hot&lt;br /&gt;audreyCULLUM hates hana kimi! and Quan and Xiuyi are ugly shit! says:&lt;br /&gt;LOL!&lt;br /&gt;audreyCULLUM hates hana kimi! and Quan and Xiuyi are ugly shit! says:&lt;br /&gt;you know...&lt;br /&gt;audreyCULLUM hates hana kimi! and Quan and Xiuyi are ugly shit! says:&lt;br /&gt;i have no idea who is who, i'm just putting that to see what extreme reactions i would get. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;audreyCULLUM hates hana kimi! and Quan and Xiuyi are ugly shit! says:&lt;br /&gt;i dont even watch hana kimi.&lt;br /&gt;aviation. says:&lt;br /&gt;WHA PIANG--''&lt;br /&gt;audreyCULLUM hates hana kimi! and Quan and Xiuyi are ugly shit! says:&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;natalieKoh says:&lt;br /&gt;WHAT&lt;br /&gt;natalieKoh says:&lt;br /&gt;DID&lt;br /&gt;natalieKoh says:&lt;br /&gt;YOU&lt;br /&gt;natalieKoh says:&lt;br /&gt;SAY&lt;br /&gt;natalieKoh says:&lt;br /&gt;WHO IS UGLY LIKE SHIT?&lt;br /&gt;natalieKoh says:&lt;br /&gt;YOU SUCK&lt;br /&gt;audreyCULLUM hates hana kimi! and Quan and Xiuyi are ugly shit! says:&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!&lt;br /&gt;natalieKoh says:&lt;br /&gt;YOU ARE GOING TO HELL FOR THAT.&lt;br /&gt;natalieKoh says:&lt;br /&gt;GOD IS UPSET.&lt;br /&gt;audreyCULLUM hates hana kimi! and Quan and Xiuyi are ugly shit! says:&lt;br /&gt;awwww.how sad.&lt;br /&gt;audreyCULLUM hates hana kimi! and Quan and Xiuyi are ugly shit! says:&lt;br /&gt;even more sad, the fact that i'll be seeing you there.&lt;br /&gt;natalieKoh says:&lt;br /&gt;YES YOU WILL&lt;br /&gt;natalieKoh says:&lt;br /&gt;AND I'LL BE MAKING LIFE IN HELL WORSE FOR YOU&lt;br /&gt;natalieKoh says:&lt;br /&gt;HOW CAN YOU SAY THEY'RE UGLY.&lt;br /&gt;natalieKoh says:&lt;br /&gt;OMG&lt;br /&gt;natalieKoh says:&lt;br /&gt;QUAN IS LIKE FUCKING CUTE OK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't even know who the fuck Quan and Xiuyi are. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here's two conversations. One's with Maxine and another with my catechism teacher. I think they're both hilarious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maxine says:&lt;br /&gt;so have u seen the foster's home for imaginary friends episode?&lt;br /&gt;audreyCULLUM hates hana kimi! and Quan and Xiuyi are ugly shit! says:&lt;br /&gt;nope.&lt;br /&gt;audreyCULLUM hates hana kimi! and Quan and Xiuyi are ugly shit! says:&lt;br /&gt;not YET.&lt;br /&gt;maxine says:&lt;br /&gt;yeahyeah, when my mum says that, it means that she'll never do it&lt;br /&gt;maxine says:&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;audreyCULLUM hates hana kimi! and Quan and Xiuyi are ugly shit! says:&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;audreyCULLUM hates hana kimi! and Quan and Xiuyi are ugly shit! says:&lt;br /&gt;well. i'm not your mom that's for sure.&lt;br /&gt;maxine says:&lt;br /&gt;SURE OR NOT.&lt;br /&gt;maxine says:&lt;br /&gt;hahahahaha&lt;br /&gt;audreyCULLUM hates hana kimi! and Quan and Xiuyi are ugly shit! says:&lt;br /&gt;SURE.&lt;br /&gt;audreyCULLUM hates hana kimi! and Quan and Xiuyi are ugly shit! says:&lt;br /&gt;am i in your house? nooooo. see.&lt;br /&gt;maxine says:&lt;br /&gt;truetrue, if you were my mother, i would have long gone to commit suicide alr&lt;br /&gt;audreyCULLUM hates hana kimi! and Quan and Xiuyi are ugly shit! says:&lt;br /&gt;LOL!&lt;br /&gt;audreyCULLUM hates hana kimi! and Quan and Xiuyi are ugly shit! says:&lt;br /&gt;screw off la.&lt;br /&gt;maxine says:&lt;br /&gt;see? what kind of mother tells a kid to screw off&lt;br /&gt;audreyCULLUM hates hana kimi! and Quan and Xiuyi are ugly shit! says:&lt;br /&gt;yeah thats why i say i not your mother.&lt;br /&gt;maxine says:&lt;br /&gt;yeah, n that's why i'm still alive now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh this next one, was because I was trying to explain why we were late, we being Julie, Rosemarie and I were late for the Rite of Election and to prove my teacher was lying because he said prayers work. We prayed for a cab, no sign of cabs. Till we had to call for one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;audreyCULLUM hates hana kimi! and Quan and Xiuyi are ugly shit! says:&lt;br /&gt;you lie.&lt;br /&gt;audreyCULLUM hates hana kimi! and Quan and Xiuyi are ugly shit! says:&lt;br /&gt;we 3 pray for cab.&lt;br /&gt;audreyCULLUM hates hana kimi! and Quan and Xiuyi are ugly shit! says:&lt;br /&gt;no cab, then in the end we called for cab.&lt;br /&gt;hobbes (back home) says:&lt;br /&gt;make you do the morning exercise then you know&lt;br /&gt;audreyCULLUM hates hana kimi! and Quan and Xiuyi are ugly shit! says:&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;audreyCULLUM hates hana kimi! and Quan and Xiuyi are ugly shit! says:&lt;br /&gt;hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;hobbes (back home) says:&lt;br /&gt;you can't pray for a cab&lt;br /&gt;audreyCULLUM hates hana kimi! and Quan and Xiuyi are ugly shit! says:&lt;br /&gt;why?&lt;br /&gt;hobbes (back home) says:&lt;br /&gt;i never taught you such things!&lt;br /&gt;audreyCULLUM hates hana kimi! and Quan and Xiuyi are ugly shit! says:&lt;br /&gt;no.&lt;br /&gt;audreyCULLUM hates hana kimi! and Quan and Xiuyi are ugly shit! says:&lt;br /&gt;we prayed for a cab to come.&lt;br /&gt;audreyCULLUM hates hana kimi! and Quan and Xiuyi are ugly shit! says:&lt;br /&gt;but there werent any signs of cabs.&lt;br /&gt;hobbes (back home) says:&lt;br /&gt;you pray for the Lord to help you get to church on time&lt;br /&gt;audreyCULLUM hates hana kimi! and Quan and Xiuyi are ugly shit! says:&lt;br /&gt;but we were late already.&lt;br /&gt;hobbes (back home) says:&lt;br /&gt;and that means you had to leave with substantial time to help yourself first!&lt;br /&gt;audreyCULLUM hates hana kimi! and Quan and Xiuyi are ugly shit! says:&lt;br /&gt;NO.&lt;br /&gt;audreyCULLUM hates hana kimi! and Quan and Xiuyi are ugly shit! says:&lt;br /&gt;wait.&lt;br /&gt;hobbes (back home) says:&lt;br /&gt;yes.. and why were you late already????&lt;br /&gt;hobbes (back home) says:&lt;br /&gt;no need to explain..&lt;br /&gt;hobbes (back home) says:&lt;br /&gt;it's over and done with&lt;br /&gt;audreyCULLUM hates hana kimi! and Quan and Xiuyi are ugly shit! says:&lt;br /&gt;we left at like 2.10.&lt;br /&gt;audreyCULLUM hates hana kimi! and Quan and Xiuyi are ugly shit! says:&lt;br /&gt;lol.&lt;br /&gt;audreyCULLUM hates hana kimi! and Quan and Xiuyi are ugly shit! says:&lt;br /&gt;aiya, you never let me explain. lol.&lt;br /&gt;audreyCULLUM hates hana kimi! and Quan and Xiuyi are ugly shit! says:&lt;br /&gt;hahaha&lt;br /&gt;audreyCULLUM hates hana kimi! and Quan and Xiuyi are ugly shit! says:&lt;br /&gt;paper stated 2.30&lt;br /&gt;hobbes (back home) says:&lt;br /&gt;are you sure??&lt;br /&gt;audreyCULLUM hates hana kimi! and Quan and Xiuyi are ugly shit! says:&lt;br /&gt;then parkway taxi line so long, we decided to walk elsewhere to get a cab.&lt;br /&gt;audreyCULLUM hates hana kimi! and Quan and Xiuyi are ugly shit! says:&lt;br /&gt;oh no.&lt;br /&gt;audreyCULLUM hates hana kimi! and Quan and Xiuyi are ugly shit! says:&lt;br /&gt;2.15&lt;br /&gt;audreyCULLUM hates hana kimi! and Quan and Xiuyi are ugly shit! says:&lt;br /&gt;lol.&lt;br /&gt;audreyCULLUM hates hana kimi! and Quan and Xiuyi are ugly shit! says:&lt;br /&gt;julie said 2.30&lt;br /&gt;audreyCULLUM hates hana kimi! and Quan and Xiuyi are ugly shit! says:&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAYS...&lt;br /&gt;audreyCULLUM hates hana kimi! and Quan and Xiuyi are ugly shit! says:&lt;br /&gt;then we walk, walk...&lt;br /&gt;audreyCULLUM hates hana kimi! and Quan and Xiuyi are ugly shit! says:&lt;br /&gt;tried to get cab.&lt;br /&gt;audreyCULLUM hates hana kimi! and Quan and Xiuyi are ugly shit! says:&lt;br /&gt;no cab.&lt;br /&gt;audreyCULLUM hates hana kimi! and Quan and Xiuyi are ugly shit! says:&lt;br /&gt;then like. what the. so we walked to roxy square there. saw adam they all as well trying to get a cab.&lt;br /&gt;audreyCULLUM hates hana kimi! and Quan and Xiuyi are ugly shit! says:&lt;br /&gt;then they managed to.&lt;br /&gt;audreyCULLUM hates hana kimi! and Quan and Xiuyi are ugly shit! says:&lt;br /&gt;we waited, and waited. and waited. PRAYED and PRAYED and PRAYED...no cab.&lt;br /&gt;audreyCULLUM hates hana kimi! and Quan and Xiuyi are ugly shit! says:&lt;br /&gt;so we call.&lt;br /&gt;audreyCULLUM hates hana kimi! and Quan and Xiuyi are ugly shit! says:&lt;br /&gt;lol.&lt;br /&gt;hobbes (back home) says:&lt;br /&gt;so why did you think it was 2.30?&lt;br /&gt;hobbes (back home) says:&lt;br /&gt;i said 2.15 in class&lt;br /&gt;hobbes (back home) says:&lt;br /&gt;before you guys left&lt;br /&gt;hobbes (back home) says:&lt;br /&gt;specifically 2.15&lt;br /&gt;hobbes (back home) says:&lt;br /&gt;hmmmm..&lt;br /&gt;hobbes (back home) says:&lt;br /&gt;never listed&lt;br /&gt;hobbes (back home) says:&lt;br /&gt;listen&lt;br /&gt;hobbes (back home) says:&lt;br /&gt;can i ask you one more question..&lt;br /&gt;hobbes (back home) says:&lt;br /&gt;why were you so late today?&lt;br /&gt;audreyCULLUM hates hana kimi! and Quan and Xiuyi are ugly shit! says:&lt;br /&gt;lol.&lt;br /&gt;audreyCULLUM hates hana kimi! and Quan and Xiuyi are ugly shit! says:&lt;br /&gt;oops.&lt;br /&gt;audreyCULLUM hates hana kimi! and Quan and Xiuyi are ugly shit! says:&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;audreyCULLUM hates hana kimi! and Quan and Xiuyi are ugly shit! says:&lt;br /&gt;i overslept.&lt;br /&gt;hobbes (back home) says:&lt;br /&gt;i called you&lt;br /&gt;audreyCULLUM hates hana kimi! and Quan and Xiuyi are ugly shit! says:&lt;br /&gt;i woke up at like 10.30&lt;br /&gt;hobbes (back home) says:&lt;br /&gt;goodness&lt;br /&gt;hobbes (back home) says:&lt;br /&gt;you mum tried to wake you?&lt;br /&gt;audreyCULLUM hates hana kimi! and Quan and Xiuyi are ugly shit! says:&lt;br /&gt;yeah&lt;br /&gt;audreyCULLUM hates hana kimi! and Quan and Xiuyi are ugly shit! says:&lt;br /&gt;your phone call, no different from my alarm clock.&lt;br /&gt;audreyCULLUM hates hana kimi! and Quan and Xiuyi are ugly shit! says:&lt;br /&gt;lol.&lt;br /&gt;hobbes (back home) says:&lt;br /&gt;don't you listen to her anymore?&lt;br /&gt;audreyCULLUM hates hana kimi! and Quan and Xiuyi are ugly shit! says:&lt;br /&gt;she gave up waking me up.&lt;br /&gt;hobbes (back home) says:&lt;br /&gt;you heard her try to wake you?&lt;br /&gt;audreyCULLUM hates hana kimi! and Quan and Xiuyi are ugly shit! says:&lt;br /&gt;hahahahahahahahaha&lt;br /&gt;audreyCULLUM hates hana kimi! and Quan and Xiuyi are ugly shit! says:&lt;br /&gt;yeeah&lt;br /&gt;audreyCULLUM hates hana kimi! and Quan and Xiuyi are ugly shit! says:&lt;br /&gt;i think i went like 1 min more, 2 mins more, sorta thing.&lt;br /&gt;hobbes (back home) says:&lt;br /&gt;i'll probably head over at 8.45am to get a bucket of ice water on your head next week&lt;br /&gt;hobbes (back home) says:&lt;br /&gt;go sleep&lt;br /&gt;audreyCULLUM hates hana kimi! and Quan and Xiuyi are ugly shit! says:&lt;br /&gt;huh.&lt;br /&gt;audreyCULLUM hates hana kimi! and Quan and Xiuyi are ugly shit! says:&lt;br /&gt;dont need la.&lt;br /&gt;audreyCULLUM hates hana kimi! and Quan and Xiuyi are ugly shit! says:&lt;br /&gt;lol.&lt;br /&gt;audreyCULLUM hates hana kimi! and Quan and Xiuyi are ugly shit! says:&lt;br /&gt;ok ok.&lt;br /&gt;hobbes (back home) says:&lt;br /&gt;and stop giving excuses&lt;br /&gt;audreyCULLUM hates hana kimi! and Quan and Xiuyi are ugly shit! says:&lt;br /&gt;i'll go.&lt;br /&gt;hobbes (back home) says:&lt;br /&gt;you need to wake up for school&lt;br /&gt;hobbes (back home) says:&lt;br /&gt;and not sleep in class&lt;br /&gt;hobbes (back home) says:&lt;br /&gt;you're already sec 4&lt;br /&gt;audreyCULLUM hates hana kimi! and Quan and Xiuyi are ugly shit! says:&lt;br /&gt;no actually, tmr got no lesson.&lt;br /&gt;audreyCULLUM hates hana kimi! and Quan and Xiuyi are ugly shit! says:&lt;br /&gt;tmr got exam.&lt;br /&gt;audreyCULLUM hates hana kimi! and Quan and Xiuyi are ugly shit! says:&lt;br /&gt;LOL&lt;br /&gt;hobbes (back home) says:&lt;br /&gt;what time?&lt;br /&gt;audreyCULLUM hates hana kimi! and Quan and Xiuyi are ugly shit! says:&lt;br /&gt;errr.&lt;br /&gt;audreyCULLUM hates hana kimi! and Quan and Xiuyi are ugly shit! says:&lt;br /&gt;need to be in school by 7.25?&lt;br /&gt;hobbes (back home) says:&lt;br /&gt;and you're still awake&lt;br /&gt;hobbes (back home) says:&lt;br /&gt;good luck&lt;br /&gt;hobbes (back home) says:&lt;br /&gt;you will need it&lt;br /&gt;audreyCULLUM hates hana kimi! and Quan and Xiuyi are ugly shit! says:&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;audreyCULLUM hates hana kimi! and Quan and Xiuyi are ugly shit! says:&lt;br /&gt;thanks.&lt;br /&gt;hobbes (back home) says:&lt;br /&gt;in trying to get up&lt;br /&gt;audreyCULLUM hates hana kimi! and Quan and Xiuyi are ugly shit! says:&lt;br /&gt;LOL!&lt;br /&gt;hobbes (back home) says:&lt;br /&gt;goodnight&lt;br /&gt;audreyCULLUM hates hana kimi! and Quan and Xiuyi are ugly shit! says:&lt;br /&gt;its chinese.&lt;br /&gt;audreyCULLUM hates hana kimi! and Quan and Xiuyi are ugly shit! says:&lt;br /&gt;FAIL ALREADY&gt;&lt;br /&gt;audreyCULLUM hates hana kimi! and Quan and Xiuyi are ugly shit! says:&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;hobbes (back home) says:&lt;br /&gt;i need to wake up by 9.30 to go for a walk at the botanical gardens&lt;br /&gt;hobbes (back home) says:&lt;br /&gt;goodnight!&lt;br /&gt;hobbes (back home) says:&lt;br /&gt;goodness..&lt;br /&gt;audreyCULLUM hates hana kimi! and Quan and Xiuyi are ugly shit! says:&lt;br /&gt;oh right. haha. ok. have fun.&lt;br /&gt;audreyCULLUM hates hana kimi! and Quan and Xiuyi are ugly shit! says:&lt;br /&gt;goodnight!&lt;br /&gt;hobbes (back home) says:&lt;br /&gt;you need some counselling..&lt;br /&gt;hobbes (back home) says:&lt;br /&gt;seriously&lt;br /&gt;hobbes (back home) says:&lt;br /&gt;next week...&lt;br /&gt;audreyCULLUM hates hana kimi! and Quan and Xiuyi are ugly shit! says:&lt;br /&gt;LOL!&lt;br /&gt;hobbes (back home) says:&lt;br /&gt;i'm gonna be speaking to you at length..&lt;br /&gt;hobbes (back home) says:&lt;br /&gt;goodnight&lt;br /&gt;audreyCULLUM hates hana kimi! and Quan and Xiuyi are ugly shit! says:&lt;br /&gt;oh no.&lt;br /&gt;audreyCULLUM hates hana kimi! and Quan and Xiuyi are ugly shit! says:&lt;br /&gt;goodnight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all. I can't believe it. There we have it. First screwed exam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mrs Audrey Cullum&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25058078-7825013974757313773?l=jazzicalfarts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jazzicalfarts.blogspot.com/feeds/7825013974757313773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25058078&amp;postID=7825013974757313773' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25058078/posts/default/7825013974757313773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25058078/posts/default/7825013974757313773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jazzicalfarts.blogspot.com/2007/03/please-do-not-ask-me-what-im-doing.html' title=''/><author><name>jazzicalfarter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18353506274906491605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25058078.post-8162986314421486577</id><published>2007-03-02T18:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-02T18:49:38.330+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My goodness. I'm so exhausted. I think I'm just probably going to sleep after this. Oh and bout the diet, not working. I'm still eating very normally, or more of eating more than needed. Haha. Oh wells.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I wanna blog bout this. This something I saw in the March Canossian Ties.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Concert Band Performance at Istana Open House&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our Concert Band was one of the four bands who performed at the Istana Open House on the 20 February 2007 in conjunction with Chinese New Year. Our girls put up &lt;em&gt;a fabulous performance&lt;/em&gt; and we received &lt;em&gt;a rave response from the audience&lt;/em&gt;. We would like to thank the instructor Mr Jason De for his guidance, &lt;em&gt;as well the teachers who came to show their support for our girls&lt;/em&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm. Right. Focus on the italics. I have this as my reaction. HA.HA.HA.HA.HA. "a fabulous performance", no comments eh. Here's the one, "a rave response from the audience". I think they forgot to add in, "a rave response from the audience...only when the President was present because they crush him too much." Here's the 'best' line of the write-up. "as well as the teachers who came to show their support for our girls.". This, they forgot to add in "as well as the teachers, and some uninvited child of one of theirs, who came to show their 'support' for our girls, by checking their attire, enlightening everyone of where their ankles were and depriving them of being normal teenagers in the journey to the Istana." I think the school really wanted to cut cost on ink too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today has been, well, nothing much. I know a lot of people wanted to pon. Due to the weather. So true. I'm just shivering the past few nights. To add on, part of 4/6 have been out of their minds and turned the speed of the ceiling fans to 1. 1. Wow. How do you even survive 1 in Singapore? Oh, when it's too cold. Just today, we had Mdm Chan and Ms Kang, asking if we wanted it like that. I bet they felt so warm, because they were wearing long sleeves. Mdm Chan, tsk. Selfish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ms Kang, pmsed real bad today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RuJing takes interest in Mr Chong, our new PE teacher. How'd I know? He has hairy legs. Muahahaha! Oh wait. She's not RuJing, she's Chow chow chow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the middle of Maths lesson today, Mdm Heng came into 4/6 and YangHuiTing-ed. Lol! My goodness. It was fucking hilarious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dozed off in Literature and E Maths today. Clarissa la. Tsk. Influence me. I was feeling so awake, not until when Clarissa said to me "Eh, so tired. I'm trying so hard to stay awake..." then I realised, why am I not feeling tired? Then next thing you know, there you go again, Audrey dozes off. Damn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, I am sooooooo not looking forward to the holidays. I'd rather go to school day after day, suffer waking up this early. Why? Because, if the holidays come, it means, we'll have our progress cards back. Next, Hawaii would be drawing near. Coming back to the first point, when progress cards are out, I'm going to be screwed big time. Then I might be held back from Hawaii. The entire card, is red. Ok, maybe not. But close enough. Majority. And even the passes are not even high passes. I wasted one pass I could have gotten. Literature. 3 marks deducted for late work. I don't know. I think I deserved it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I deserve everything I get. What else should I deserve to get if I put it less than 50% of effort into my work. It was so darn embarrassing to fill up the survey form for Bey bey, stating that I give less than 50% of effort in my work. Then, whats the cause? Laziness? Lack of self discipline? Exhaustion? Bad time-management? Those were few of the options in the survey. I didn't even know which to pick when it stated to rate each option according to its importance. I was stuck at the question for some quite time. Why? Because every one of the option was my main cause. No wait. IS my main cause. I was so into doing my work yesterday. Guess what happened? I went to sleep in the end, because I realised that the cummulative graph crap's answers were so screwed up. To only find out when I went to school today, that it was actually me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Screw school. Everyone hates school. Damn. I know. I have to LOVE school. I HAVE TO LOVE STUDYING. I can't wait to get things over and done with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love studying. :) Yes, I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mrs Audrey Cullum&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25058078-8162986314421486577?l=jazzicalfarts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jazzicalfarts.blogspot.com/feeds/8162986314421486577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25058078&amp;postID=8162986314421486577' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25058078/posts/default/8162986314421486577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25058078/posts/default/8162986314421486577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jazzicalfarts.blogspot.com/2007/03/my-goodness.html' title=''/><author><name>jazzicalfarter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18353506274906491605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25058078.post-8622473989753863326</id><published>2007-02-28T19:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-28T20:12:03.222+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>These few days have been rather, emotional(?) and stressful. Rather I emphasize. And I was going to conclude at 4pm that today is one horrible day. Probably the worst of 2007 just as yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shall skip the detail about the part where I missed school. For the second time in this year. Got to the doctor's and I only wanted to get an MC for not feeling well and to cut cost. I told the woman, and she said I needed to see the doctor, despite saying I only needed an MC being I had a headache, and panadol could have cured it. So, damn, I had to see the doctor. Alright then. I stepped out of the clinic having spent 16 bucks on medicine I'll probably never eat. I don't understand why they give medicine which makes people drowsy when there's one which doesn't. And to add on, they didn't charge me extra when I asked for the one which is non-drowsy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Returned home for more practice. I couldn't afford to give my neighbours a break. Haha. Practice, practice, practice. Didn't breakdown during practice today though. That only happened at 4pm. In which, it was raining. I forgot my notes on aural questions. There was no cab. To make it worst, I was supposed to report at 4. Therefore, there was no reason why I couldn't help but want to scream out loud. Thank God when I reached just in time, I suppose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The examiner was really duper nice. I suppose. Haha. That would be confirmed with reference to my results. He reminded me greatly of Little Britain. Lol. Moreover when he had the accent. Pieces went alright, I suppose. I daren't say that they were good though, in fear of what happened the previous exam I took. Scales, oh goodness. Thank God he tested the easier ones. But, my fingers slipped half the time, thus, causing the horrrigible outcome. Sight-reading, don't even talk about it. Aural, ah yes. I thought I actually did well. Not till while walking to Parkway to get Starbucks, when I realised I made a horrible, huge mistake. When asked about the period of the short melody he played, I answered "Baroque". He showed me the shocked face. I was thinking "What's wrong?" Well, then he changed his face to show as to "Alright-I'll-let-you-explain-your-choice" and I said "...because it's imitative." While walking, I realise, "Oh fucking shit. Did I say baroque?!" Yeah, greatnesss. No wonder he showed me the face. It could never be baroque because it was all chords! But at least, my reason for choosing baroque did make sense (?). Haha. I can't be bothered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it went alright. It passed by so quickly, that I can't believe I spent so many darn hours practicing with a heavy and panicky heart. I just hope the results turn out well. If I fail, I'd just...I don't know what I'd do actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank God it's finally over. But, I still gotta practice for my Music Os now. Damn. I'm actually considering to drop the subject. It's not really helping actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I treated myself well today, well not really but oh wells. Haha. I bought Starbucks, bought Rachael Yamagata's album, and took a cab when I could have conveniently take the bus, and despite the fact it was a peak hour. Hahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met up with the usuals, and went to NTUC to get food for tomorrow. I tell you, it's so retarded and hilarious going to NTUC with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is going to hectic. I'm going to go on a diet soon. Please don't stop me. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mrs Audrey Cullum&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25058078-8622473989753863326?l=jazzicalfarts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jazzicalfarts.blogspot.com/feeds/8622473989753863326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25058078&amp;postID=8622473989753863326' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25058078/posts/default/8622473989753863326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25058078/posts/default/8622473989753863326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jazzicalfarts.blogspot.com/2007/02/these-few-days-have-been-rather.html' title=''/><author><name>jazzicalfarter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18353506274906491605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25058078.post-2405219220782169571</id><published>2007-02-25T18:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-25T21:07:25.046+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello there fellow weirdos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a piece of depressing crap to spill this very moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My phone bill exceeeeeeeded by waaaaaaaaaay too much for a month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember, my phone bills used to be 30 plus. Then it increased slowly. 70, to 90, and now...123 bucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn. I'm sorry. Too much calls for gossiping, too much messages to just pass down a message for band practice or whatsoever. So thus, I can't message you weirdos and I won't message if its just a one word reply. Unless, I have not messaged for the entire day. I can't believe I offered to pay for the bill. Oh wells. I'm going to TRY to message only when needed, most oftenly, to just pass a message. I guess that's like the real purpose of messaging. And no more gossiping. Boo. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a much brighter note, I just saw the line up for the upcoming Mosaic Festival. Goodness gracious. It's fucking awesome. So darn badly, I wanna go for all the gigs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today has been quite alright. Besides the fact that my tuition teacher feels that I'm becoming much more slack and says that I need motivation to study. Right. Whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know everyone is predicting that I'd be late for fall in tomorrow. Damn. 6.20am. Impossible. Haha. We'll see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's some awesome stuff for yall to dig into for the moment. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rachel Yamagata - Worn Me Down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ajLvd5Ma4U0"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ajLvd5Ma4U0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This, I have to thank Mel for introducing her. Hear that? Lol. You rock! However, this is not my favouritest song of hers. Haha. I'll post up the other video next week. Please remind me. It's a really darn nice one. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amy Winehouse - You Know I'm No Good&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/HFVM5pVTwkM"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/HFVM5pVTwkM" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh damn. What more can I say? She rocks! Haha. And, she knows Mr Cullum! Lol. Well, I think she's awesome. :) And there's another better song, Rehab. Remind me bout that as well. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Missy Higgins - Scars&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/cLqSSOZGVEo"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/cLqSSOZGVEo" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not the best quality video just as yet, because apparently Youtube doesn't have her videos. Damn. Well, go to her site. It's awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Terra Naomi - Up here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ttukiqXnpWg"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ttukiqXnpWg" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not yet that big, but I'm sure she'll be soon enough. She's goooooood. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like posting more. But I don't think everyone would watch. I think you'd all would just skip through it. Lol. Right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There you go. Four awesome women, making awesomely wonderful music! Hope you enjoyed it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mrs Audrey Cullum&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25058078-2405219220782169571?l=jazzicalfarts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jazzicalfarts.blogspot.com/feeds/2405219220782169571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25058078&amp;postID=2405219220782169571' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25058078/posts/default/2405219220782169571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25058078/posts/default/2405219220782169571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jazzicalfarts.blogspot.com/2007/02/hello-there-fellow-weirdos.html' title=''/><author><name>jazzicalfarter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18353506274906491605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25058078.post-5615658411947676064</id><published>2007-02-24T21:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-24T21:49:30.018+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today's interesting. I guess. Everyday is interesting, just a matter of how you'd want to look at it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm giving myself an hour to come online to do something, but I should be going off in less than an hour because the computer is making my eyes hurt really badly. I wouldn't go off only if like one whole bunch of people start talking to me on MSN, like what happened yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, I had like dont know how many people talking to me. Best thing was that, they all signed out at the same time. How irritating. Lol. But it was fun talking to so many people though. I have not done that in a very long time. And when my brother returned home, it was even more hilarious. Afraid he'd scold me when he sees all the orange thingys, you know, those when someone replies, I told Clarissa to not talk first. And apparently, I didn't tell the rest. Then next thing you know, everyone was talking except Clarissa who kept really quiet. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I woke up at around 1 plus today, and neither my mom or me bothered about my violin lesson, which was supposed to be like a group lesson for the upcoming concert (in which I am so not looking forward to). Then, the shelf from Ikea finally arrived and I helped my brother fix it up. I didn't know fixing could be so fun. Haha. Well well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Proceeded on for studio practice for piano. It was somewhat of a reality check. My scales were like shit, pieces didn't sound too good on THAT piano and what else? Actually, that's enough to say that I suck and I'm not ready for the exam. Damn. So, after the entire practice, I kept pressing on this key because it kept making this irritating sound and my teacher asked why. Then I told her about the sound because I can't possibly play on a faulty piano for my exam, could I? So well, then she said "You don't complain ah. Examiners hate it when you complain." and I'm like thinking, Right. She continued "...Last year, one of my student complained to the examiner. Complain, complain. Ended up he fail." Lol. Oh my goodness. That's really hilarious I must say. And guess what? My piano teacher gave me a red packet. How much how much? 20 freaking bucks. Haha. Wow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then on to Starbucks! Yeah, the siglap outlet. I love that outlet! Haha. Very friendly staff. So I entered and the guy at the cashier asked the norms. Then after I ordered, he striked up a conversation. Then he talked about my piano lesson and all. Damn, he's so nice. Haha. And he kind of forgot to like prepare my food. Lol. I didn't managed to say bye because he was too busy. No, I'm just trying to be friendly and nice. And usually, they always say bye. But nevermind because I always go to that outlet so chances of saying hi again would be quite alright. Haha. Unless, he quits his job soon enough. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's tuition tomorrow. Damn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been having this urge to hear Missy Higgins. In fact, I already am. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's the 24th February. W eelyn actually suggested celebrating a one year anniversary of Sounds of Music. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was 23rd February. We &lt;em&gt;were supposed&lt;/em&gt; to have a concert yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mrs Audrey Cullum&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25058078-5615658411947676064?l=jazzicalfarts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jazzicalfarts.blogspot.com/feeds/5615658411947676064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25058078&amp;postID=5615658411947676064' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25058078/posts/default/5615658411947676064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25058078/posts/default/5615658411947676064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jazzicalfarts.blogspot.com/2007/02/todays-interesting.html' title=''/><author><name>jazzicalfarter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18353506274906491605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25058078.post-8311072407653610359</id><published>2007-02-24T02:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-24T02:17:27.519+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>A lot of incidents took place this week. Yes, I'm too tired to blog about every single incident. Well, maybe summarise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;W eelyn doesn't go anyway, unless there's a direct bus home for her. Selfish. Boo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just tried to show some love to those I hate so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had an awesome dinner today, all the laughter. Hilarious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I passed yet another E Maths test! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What else? Not quite sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes, I'm taking United Airlines, which is good because I don't need to go to school on March 23rd, and you-know-who is not in that plane! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a video, my brother showed me. I think it's hilarious...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3v96fSeGWdE"&gt;Abuse of Authority by SBS Traffic Wardens&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Embedding somewhat disabled.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So your job is to have breakfast? Oh yeah. Cool. I would love that job! Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn, my music exam is in another 4 days. Dead meat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mrs Audrey Cullum&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25058078-8311072407653610359?l=jazzicalfarts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jazzicalfarts.blogspot.com/feeds/8311072407653610359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25058078&amp;postID=8311072407653610359' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25058078/posts/default/8311072407653610359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25058078/posts/default/8311072407653610359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jazzicalfarts.blogspot.com/2007/02/lot-of-incidents-took-place-this-week.html' title=''/><author><name>jazzicalfarter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18353506274906491605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25058078.post-6109697843932891854</id><published>2007-02-20T22:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-20T23:23:38.074+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>No making of noise in the bus. You need to keep your energy for the performance later. Both of us do not want to hear any noise being made. &lt;em&gt;Screw off.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's this? Where's your ankle? No! When I say ankle socks, I mean here! Here! &lt;em&gt;Screw off.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do you all say car-pet and not carpet? &lt;em&gt;Ahh! Screw the hell off!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sure, no noise? We'll buzz. Ankle socks? Damn, a pity your 'heel' broke. Got a problem with our English? Well, you're my English teacher. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Fuck off. Yeah, the band has no fucking discipline because we're from SAC. You're in the SAC RTP Team, sad to say. It all boils down to being an SACian. FUCKER. Screw off. I dont care. I'm going to get my brother to photoshop the entire band picture. Fucking teachers who cant make it in teaching. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn. If I knew it'd be so darn bad, I would have chose not to go. Well, it wasn't compulsory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently, more than I expected turned up and even those who didnt submit their names, (apparently). Well, based on the fact it's SAC and moreover, a more logical reason, it's the Istana, there were problems. Duh. I pity those who were in that sorry plight. Couldn't help much. That's what happens in SAC...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moreover, Mrs Chua didn't come along which made it even much much more suckier. Oh no wait. That's not bad enough. A few others came along. Damn those arses. Band has no discipline? Say that again, I'm sorry but I have to differ. Its because every member has a darn it problem with you alright. You 2, 3 or 4, made it close to horrible. Actually not 4. The 4th was just an extra who didn't interfere. But the sight of that 4th person turned me off real bad. What a way to spend the third day of Chinese New Year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Performance, was quite alright, and that's if we exclude Djembe Spirit in which the whole band made a mistake entirely as a band. I didn't even realise it until much later. Lol. Well, other than that, I did screw up my solo when the President looked at me. My mind just kind of went blank. Don't ask me. Lol. Precisely, what the fuck. Haha. I don't really give a damn. Everyone was paying more attention to the President than the music anyway. Oh and that damn Cheong, she tried taking pictures of me when I was playing. I only noticed at the end of Highlights from Shrek and I told her to screw off. Lol. I bet she's going to show it to the entire world my unglam pic or so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What else? Hmm. Oh yes, sorry for my brother. Lol. And his weirdness. Yes, he's a photographer. Haha. He's from the rubbish chute. Not my problem. Just kidding. Anyways, yeah. The photos should be printed out and I suppose orders again? Haha. 20 cents per piece. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shook hands with Mr and Mrs Nathan and I stood beside him. How cool! Lol. And no, they're not from Hi5 (inside joke --apparently, really inside, because only W eelyn and Amanda finds it funny).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Proceeded on to Amanda's house after the entire performance for dinner. Darn full I must say. Her mom is so funny. We talked bout band and all. Random stuff. And they were being absolutely retards, they meaning Cindy and Amanda, as to when I sang "I Get A Kick Out Of You" and when it reaches the "kick" part, they'd kick me. Damn them. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing else I suppose. I'm just to lazy to blog about every single detail. Pretty much, the day sucked because of adults. So called adults. I can't believe you're following us to Hawaii. Damn you. Stay in school and teach la. Asshole. Teach your awesomely good language. I do have a lot of anger to let out but I can't do so here. Oh and as for the other two, just screw off. Hypocrites. Darn hypocrites.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn there's school tomorrow. I'm not going to do your bloody homework. I'm not going to give a damn about anything. I'm too tired to do anything. Screw off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To contradict my lil angry post, here's wishing Happy 45 mins left of the Chinese New Year. Darn this damn school, I can't wait to get out of it. Thank God this is my last year. I might get angry at the tiniest issue but I don't give a damn because you provoked me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mrs Audrey Cullum&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25058078-6109697843932891854?l=jazzicalfarts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jazzicalfarts.blogspot.com/feeds/6109697843932891854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25058078&amp;postID=6109697843932891854' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25058078/posts/default/6109697843932891854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25058078/posts/default/6109697843932891854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jazzicalfarts.blogspot.com/2007/02/no-making-of-noise-in-bus.html' title=''/><author><name>jazzicalfarter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18353506274906491605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25058078.post-4284314806489482355</id><published>2007-02-19T21:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-19T22:22:20.660+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm so bored I've decided to come online to blog about my sudden weird difference in my taste of music. I'm just here to post two music videos. One is like the normal crap I'd listen to, and the other, maybe not. But apparently, I like it. Wow. Haha. I've been giving a wide perspective to all sorts of music. I think all sorts of music deserve a chance. Haha. I know you can't believe this is coming from me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Red Jumpsuit Apparatus - Face Down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/WmfasWzdyHs"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/WmfasWzdyHs" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If they came to our school, they'd be sent immediately to RTC for their hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hellogoodbye - Here (In Your Arms)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/s5ulvucrORI"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/s5ulvucrORI" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mrs Audrey Cullum&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25058078-4284314806489482355?l=jazzicalfarts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jazzicalfarts.blogspot.com/feeds/4284314806489482355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25058078&amp;postID=4284314806489482355' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25058078/posts/default/4284314806489482355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25058078/posts/default/4284314806489482355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jazzicalfarts.blogspot.com/2007/02/im-so-bored-ive-decided-to-come-online.html' title=''/><author><name>jazzicalfarter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18353506274906491605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25058078.post-108262900101972517</id><published>2007-02-19T20:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-19T21:19:46.053+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I hate Chinese New Year so called celebrations and all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly, it has got to do with Chinese which is obviously not my thing. Next, years pass and the red packet money decreases not gradually but instantly. I remember a few years back, a few hundreds, next year, less than a hundred. Third reason, one of the coolest aunt of my mom's side went to US, so this year, there isnt even any gathering for my mom's side. Enough said? Yes, conclusion, Chinese New Year is boring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To add on, I've been feeling like a pig. Today, there weren't any visiting and all I did was eat and sleep and nap. Haha. And just practiced my piano till my I didn't have control over my fingers. Oh well, I'm kind of ready to screw this exam. Damn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maxine has been messaging me in chinese to find out details for tomorrow. I mean, han yu pin yin. It was alright at first, I understood her. Not till just one minute ago or so, I received a message...&lt;br /&gt;"Oh, I forgot to ask. Wo men zi diao yao diao jing?"&lt;br /&gt;I took quite a while to understand that line. What the fuck is zi diao yao diao jing? So I tried to figure. It has got to do with tomorrow's performance. Since she's asked about attire, this has got to be....oh oh oh, time! Haha. So I realise, diao jing actually meant, fall in. Literally, our dearest friend translated it. FALL and IN. Wow. Not bad not bad. Haha. And her diao was typed wrongly. Interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not here to blog about that. I'm here to blog bout yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It started off quite bad in the morning already. I woke up late, and caused my brother to be late for church. And since it was CNY, we couldn't get a cab. There were literally no cabs on the road and some fuckers stole our cab. I shall not elaborate in case I get sued of racial discrimination. So, half the time, I was being scolded by my brother for causing him to be late. Mass starts at like 12.15, we left the house at 12.10, around 12.20 our cab got stolen, 12.35, we walked to the bus stop. Lol. That bad. Reached church around 12.45. So tell me, what was the whole point of going to mass. We only went up to collect the oranges. Lol. Not cheapskate hor. Tsk. The warden see us not holding oranges then give what. Not our fault. Haha. Anyways, we had to attend mass somewhere else. My smart ass mother, said St Peter and Paul's had mass, went all the way there, to only find out there wasnt any mass. Great. Lucky thing St Joseph's had. So we stopped over at Macs in which, we embarrassed a guy because he was playing music so darn loud then he turned to ear plugs and started singing out loud, my mom, brother and I stared at him. And he diam diam. The power of the 3. Haha. Then next thing I knew, I embarrassed myself. My brother pinched me. At first, I didn't feel a thing and he pinched harder and then I shouted/screamed. Out loud in Macs mind you. Damn and everyone looked at me. how embarrassing. Attended mass at St Joseph's and their music their is like...no comments. But I do love the interior. So antique. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Returned home and left for my aunty's house. Dearest Mel wasn't there :( and it's alright although it wasn't just as fun. Rest well and get well soon alright? Anyway, we did that yu sheng thing and it was hilarious because the adults were all wishing for my brother and my cousin to not be single. Haha. And yeah, ate a awesome meal and gambled. I won in like how many years I've not. Lol. Thanks to someone. Haha. Oh oh, my mom was being really dumbass yesterday. Lol. We played in between and then she had a 2 and a King and so did I. Since we were so desperate to finish the pool and go home, she said "Ok la, erm, I don't take so much la." (Because before that, everyone has been quite unlucky, like an Ace and King, that person can get a Ace.) "I'll take..." and I was expecting to hear 1 dollar. "...5 dollars". Wa piang. Lol. Then came my turn, she said "Aiya, you don't take so much la. 1 dollar can already." See, damn she was just being plain right selfish. Hahah. Jk. So my cousin was so desperate to win he became retarded. Haha. Soon enough, we became tired at like 2 plus and returned home. Nothing much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, I slept for 12 hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn Lydia. She just told me she wanted to share her joy. I predicted it to be red packet money. And I'm right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LYDIA among the beautiful stars. says:&lt;br /&gt;CAN I TELL YOU SOMETHING! i just want to share the joy.&lt;br /&gt;LYDIA among the beautiful stars. says:&lt;br /&gt;joyyyy. jooooooy. jjjjjoy.&lt;br /&gt;audreyCULLUM says:&lt;br /&gt;haha. right. ok.&lt;br /&gt;audreyCULLUM says:&lt;br /&gt;yeah sure.&lt;br /&gt;audreyCULLUM says:&lt;br /&gt;i bet its about money.&lt;br /&gt;audreyCULLUM says:&lt;br /&gt;any pow must be.&lt;br /&gt;audreyCULLUM says:&lt;br /&gt;lol.&lt;br /&gt;LYDIA among the beautiful stars. says:&lt;br /&gt;HOW YOU KNOW! HAHA,&lt;br /&gt;LYDIA among the beautiful stars. says:&lt;br /&gt;so smart.&lt;br /&gt;audreyCULLUM says:&lt;br /&gt;joy what.&lt;br /&gt;audreyCULLUM says:&lt;br /&gt;lol.&lt;br /&gt;audreyCULLUM says:&lt;br /&gt;how much?&lt;br /&gt;audreyCULLUM says:&lt;br /&gt;100 over?&lt;br /&gt;audreyCULLUM says:&lt;br /&gt;300?&lt;br /&gt;LYDIA among the beautiful stars. says:&lt;br /&gt;600+ woohoo. woohooo. wooooohooooo.&lt;br /&gt;audreyCULLUM says:&lt;br /&gt;WHAT THE FUCK?!&lt;br /&gt;audreyCULLUM says:&lt;br /&gt;ok fine. share it.&lt;br /&gt;audreyCULLUM says:&lt;br /&gt;share your joy.&lt;br /&gt;audreyCULLUM says:&lt;br /&gt;lol.&lt;br /&gt;LYDIA among the beautiful stars. says:&lt;br /&gt;HAHA. oh shit.&lt;br /&gt;LYDIA among the beautiful stars. says:&lt;br /&gt;i'll think about it.&lt;br /&gt;LYDIA among the beautiful stars. says:&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;audreyCULLUM says:&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;LYDIA among the beautiful stars. says:&lt;br /&gt;hey, but i have 600+ cause. my dad owes us money from last year since he didn't give. and he gave 300 bucks for last year. and another 100 bucks fro this year. haha. so mcuh!&lt;br /&gt;LYDIA among the beautiful stars. says:&lt;br /&gt;so happy so happy so happppppyyyyy! i feel like i'm flying. okay, hahaha. so lame. AHHHH. :DDDDD&lt;br /&gt;audreyCULLUM says:&lt;br /&gt;must share. I dont care. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;LYDIA among the beautiful stars. says:&lt;br /&gt;haha. how much did jamie's parents give you!&lt;br /&gt;audreyCULLUM says:&lt;br /&gt;sorry they dont celebrate chinese new year.&lt;br /&gt;audreyCULLUM says:&lt;br /&gt;lol.&lt;br /&gt;LYDIA among the beautiful stars. says:&lt;br /&gt;OH YA. HAHAHA. so dumb. ok i mean i'm so dumb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok nothing much else. I hope tomorrow goes fine. I hope. I pray.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mrs Audrey Cullum&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25058078-108262900101972517?l=jazzicalfarts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jazzicalfarts.blogspot.com/feeds/108262900101972517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25058078&amp;postID=108262900101972517' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25058078/posts/default/108262900101972517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25058078/posts/default/108262900101972517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jazzicalfarts.blogspot.com/2007/02/i-hate-chinese-new-year-so-called.html' title=''/><author><name>jazzicalfarter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18353506274906491605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25058078.post-3184108703881786750</id><published>2007-02-17T17:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-17T17:55:58.139+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yesterday's post was disturbed by Clarissa and Maxine. Sorry for that. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm feeling so tired, and I'm not in the mood for Chinese New Year, I think I am actually going to sleep after this. Oh yes, and this is coming from my computer. My computer is finally up and going and I'm allowed to use MSN. Haha. To think, I had two people asking "Is this Audrey?" when I came online. Lol. Like as if its so unbelieveable that I'm actually online.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Homework, I can't really be bothered. Told you the fact Os are coming hasn't sunk in. Goodness. Help. Please help if possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Piano, I can't practice because my brother is sleeping now. AH! More help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is so boring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry for this boring post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Chinese New Year to All and I don't really care if you don't celebrate because you already are once you accept the fact you're on holiday. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mrs Audrey Cullum&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25058078-3184108703881786750?l=jazzicalfarts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jazzicalfarts.blogspot.com/feeds/3184108703881786750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25058078&amp;postID=3184108703881786750' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25058078/posts/default/3184108703881786750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25058078/posts/default/3184108703881786750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jazzicalfarts.blogspot.com/2007/02/yesterdays-post-was-disturbed-by.html' title=''/><author><name>jazzicalfarter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18353506274906491605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25058078.post-117164251029372584</id><published>2007-02-16T23:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-17T00:38:00.883+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello World!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, and Audrey Cullum has returned! Alleluia! Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Within this period of time that I've not blogged, all due to the fact that my computer has officially screwed up for the longest time ever, a lot of things happened. When I say alot, I mean A LOT. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I actually take the time to blog about every single incident which took place, I'd take FOR---EVER. Lol. Well, well. My computer is not just as right yet, and I'm just using Clarissa's laptop. Let me describe to you the setting around me. I feel bored. Lol. Maxine and Amanda are to my left, watching Scary Movie 4, which is very duper retarded. Clarissa is behind me. Now she walks away. Haha. Cindy and Eunice to my left, eyes to yet another laptop. And lastly, Weelyn sleeping. Dreaming of....(insert name here). Goodness. It feels so good to blog once again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What has happened so far?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I fell and literally took up really fast.&lt;br /&gt;I've been doing really badly in school.&lt;br /&gt;I've been having lots and lots of Starbucks. :D! Haha.&lt;br /&gt;I've gotten my 5th Converse shoe, JACK PURCELL!! and a Levi's "CUSTOMISED" jeans, and my PINK colour tank top from fox, and had a poppy haircut.&lt;br /&gt;The fact that exams are nearing hasn't sunk into my head.&lt;br /&gt;(fill in the blank)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am very very full. After crapping and lame-ing over, steamboat. Lol. Ultimate fun. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We steamboated lots of stuff, and to add on...re-made canteen food. For the ULTIMATE best. Lol. Guess what? Yes, Cheese Tofu. Hahahah! Then we have, cheese rice by Cindy, cheese mushroom by Maxine but Clarissa claims it's her. Oh whatever Clarissa. Ok fine. Clarissa says there's cheese hamburger. CHEESE HAMBURGER she emphasizes. OKAY, let's move away from the food. [edited by maxine] clarissa had CHOCOLATE fish ball too! yummyyyy [edit]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the interesting part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since we've made Clarissa's house into a internet hub, we've started talking to each other online. Lol. Here's the conversation. It's hilarious. [edited by clarissa] the following you are about to read and the information that you are about to absorb is strictly for matured teenagers only. (as if we ourselves are) if you don't think you fit the citeria, please evacuate this site immediately [edit]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;audreyCULLUM says:&lt;br /&gt;HELLO!&lt;br /&gt;audreyCULLUM says:&lt;br /&gt;lol.&lt;br /&gt;Eunice says:&lt;br /&gt;HEY!&lt;br /&gt;Eunice says:&lt;br /&gt;OH MY GOSH!&lt;br /&gt;Eunice says:&lt;br /&gt;LONG TIME NO SEE!&lt;br /&gt;audreyCULLUM says:&lt;br /&gt;LOL yes yes. long time no see.&lt;br /&gt;Eunice says:&lt;br /&gt;Oh man!&lt;br /&gt;Eunice says:&lt;br /&gt;i miss shopping and eating with you&lt;br /&gt;audreyCULLUM says:&lt;br /&gt;lol. yes yes. i miss you too.&lt;br /&gt;Eunice says:&lt;br /&gt;me too.&lt;br /&gt;Eunice says:&lt;br /&gt;i am so sad&lt;br /&gt;Eunice says:&lt;br /&gt;lets have sexEunice says:&lt;br /&gt;Eunice says:&lt;br /&gt;audreyCULLUM says:&lt;br /&gt;ok. go up. go prepare first.&lt;br /&gt;Eunice says:&lt;br /&gt;i love you&lt;br /&gt;Eunice says:&lt;br /&gt;lets go now&lt;br /&gt;audreyCULLUM says:&lt;br /&gt;you go first.&lt;br /&gt;Eunice says:&lt;br /&gt;noooo&lt;br /&gt;Eunice says:&lt;br /&gt;you go first&lt;br /&gt;audreyCULLUM says:&lt;br /&gt;no you go first.&lt;br /&gt;audreyCULLUM says:&lt;br /&gt;cmon babeh you know you want to do it.ol.&lt;br /&gt;Eunice says:&lt;br /&gt;but i want you to wear the strawberry flavour one&lt;br /&gt;audreyCULLUM says:&lt;br /&gt;no la. i want chocolate today...&lt;br /&gt;Eunice says:&lt;br /&gt;but i am so full.&lt;br /&gt;Eunice says:&lt;br /&gt;i want strawberry...&lt;br /&gt;Eunice says:&lt;br /&gt;nicer..hornier.&lt;br /&gt;audreyCULLUM says:&lt;br /&gt;aiya, as long as you're there i'm satisfied.&lt;br /&gt;Eunice says:&lt;br /&gt;oh honey! i love you so much&lt;br /&gt;Eunice says:&lt;br /&gt;lets freench man&lt;br /&gt;Eunice says:&lt;br /&gt;since i burned my poor tongue&lt;br /&gt;audreyCULLUM says:&lt;br /&gt;darling.&lt;br /&gt;Eunice says:&lt;br /&gt;yes?&lt;br /&gt;audreyCULLUM says:&lt;br /&gt;you're fucking hot. i love you.&lt;br /&gt;audreyCULLUM says:&lt;br /&gt;step what today?&lt;br /&gt;Eunice says:&lt;br /&gt;step?&lt;br /&gt;Eunice says:&lt;br /&gt;lets plan first&lt;br /&gt;Eunice says:&lt;br /&gt;then we go up&lt;br /&gt;audreyCULLUM says:&lt;br /&gt;yeah sure.&lt;br /&gt;audreyCULLUM says:&lt;br /&gt;oh darling.&lt;br /&gt;audreyCULLUM says:&lt;br /&gt;oooooh.&lt;br /&gt;audreyCULLUM says:&lt;br /&gt;oh oh.&lt;br /&gt;Eunice says:&lt;br /&gt;honey,you decide&lt;br /&gt;audreyCULLUM says:&lt;br /&gt;oh fuck it.&lt;br /&gt;audreyCULLUM says:&lt;br /&gt;damn. dont put me in a tough spot.&lt;br /&gt;audreyCULLUM says:&lt;br /&gt;you're too fucking hot. i cant make up my fucking mind. you make the decision.&lt;br /&gt;Eunice says:&lt;br /&gt;straight away fuck?&lt;br /&gt;Eunice says:&lt;br /&gt;nooo&lt;br /&gt;Eunice says:&lt;br /&gt;too early&lt;br /&gt;audreyCULLUM says:&lt;br /&gt;no. you go up and prepare.&lt;br /&gt;Eunice says:&lt;br /&gt;we must spend more time to prepare.&lt;br /&gt;audreyCULLUM says:&lt;br /&gt;BEY BEY. cmon...&lt;br /&gt;Eunice says:&lt;br /&gt;oh my...&lt;br /&gt;Eunice says:&lt;br /&gt;i am loving this&lt;br /&gt;audreyCULLUM says:&lt;br /&gt;yeah me too.&lt;br /&gt;Eunice says:&lt;br /&gt;i shall plan first&lt;br /&gt;Eunice says:&lt;br /&gt;go up and wear the strawberry first?&lt;br /&gt;audreyCULLUM says:&lt;br /&gt;you go first.&lt;br /&gt;audreyCULLUM says:&lt;br /&gt;cmon.&lt;br /&gt;audreyCULLUM says:&lt;br /&gt;cepat.&lt;br /&gt;Eunice says:&lt;br /&gt;baby..i am upstairs alr&lt;br /&gt;audreyCULLUM says:&lt;br /&gt;oh fuck,. yeah right. i still see your fucking hot ass here in front of me. don&lt;br /&gt;audreyCULLUM says:&lt;br /&gt;t talk cock.&lt;br /&gt;audreyCULLUM says:&lt;br /&gt;you're lying.&lt;br /&gt;audreyCULLUM says:&lt;br /&gt;lets break up.&lt;br /&gt;Eunice says:&lt;br /&gt;ohhhh&lt;br /&gt;Eunice says:&lt;br /&gt;lick it&lt;br /&gt;audreyCULLUM says:&lt;br /&gt;i said BREAK UP. no more licking! but i dont mind.&lt;br /&gt;Eunice says:&lt;br /&gt;but..&lt;br /&gt;Eunice says:&lt;br /&gt;but...&lt;br /&gt;Eunice says:&lt;br /&gt;i cant bear to leave you&lt;br /&gt;audreyCULLUM says:&lt;br /&gt;(clarissa) please dont pollute my house man....my bed...awwwwwww..sick!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol. Hilarious. Please don't feel grossed out. It's just...well, erm, lame crap. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all for now. I guess. Valentine's Day was awesome because, Jamie came back to Singapore. Lmao. Yeah right. Whatever Audrey. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4688/2611/1600/702250/CIMG2376.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4688/2611/320/902721/CIMG2376.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Picture of the Night. Lol. Weelyn in her dreams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4688/2611/1600/573351/CIMG2370.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4688/2611/1600/573351/CIMG2370.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4688/2611/1600/573351/CIMG2370.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4688/2611/320/30501/CIMG2370.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4688/2611/1600/573351/CIMG2370.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4688/2611/1600/573351/CIMG2370.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seaweed Shoes! Done by Eunice Gee, with the help of the fan. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4688/2611/1600/532560/CIMG2377.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4688/2611/320/167282/CIMG2377.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Internet Hub. Managed by Clarissa Tung.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4688/2611/1600/89155/CIMG2350.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4688/2611/320/864191/CIMG2350.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kawaii Neh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4688/2611/1600/111523/CIMG2354.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/4688/2611/320/958367/CIMG2354.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And lastly, Cheese Tofu recreated! New and improved with seaweed. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mrs Audrey Cullum&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25058078-117164251029372584?l=jazzicalfarts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jazzicalfarts.blogspot.com/feeds/117164251029372584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25058078&amp;postID=117164251029372584' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25058078/posts/default/117164251029372584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25058078/posts/default/117164251029372584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jazzicalfarts.blogspot.com/2007/02/hello-world-yes-and-audrey-cullum-has.html' title=''/><author><name>jazzicalfarter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18353506274906491605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25058078.post-117008526418560606</id><published>2007-01-29T23:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-29T23:58:04.976+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Once again, I feel that wasted sense of/for life. Because, I've not accomplished anything wow today. What a bore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry, this entry is not up for the proper standard of English because my mind is not in its right state. I can't think straight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides the fact that I managed to complete all my Social Studies for the first time in my entire Secondary life, with the help of Starbucks, and the fact that I look better than CHOW CHOW CHOW Ru Jing, life has been pretty much...boring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me tell you a story. A story about how CHOW CHOW CHOW Ru Jing has ammended her surname with the help of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lao shi: ...got farewell for Ms Janice. Ta qu ying guo du shu. (&lt;em&gt;translated: She's going to England to study)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Lao shi! Wo lao gong zai ying guo na bian zu! (&lt;em&gt;My husband stays in England!)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christabel: *turns to CHOW CHOW CHOW Ru Jing* Eh! Isn't your husband in England as well?! *says out loud to lao shi* Lao shi! Ta de lao gong ye zai ying guo zu! (&lt;em&gt;Teacher! Her husband stays in England as well!)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lao shi: Ni lao gong shi shui? (&lt;em&gt;Who's your husband?)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christabel and Me: Lao shi, you guess la! From our school one, last time.&lt;br /&gt;Lao shi: *thinks, thinks and thinks* Mr...Adrian Chan!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The whole row in fact just bursted out laughing. That wasn't the end. Then so, her surname was there and then ammended into a Chow-Lin-Chan Ru Jing. Weelyn then came into class saying about Ms A Lim about her and RJ. So it turned into a Chow-Lin-Lim-Chan Ru Jing. But during chinese tutorials, RJ insisted she wanted Lin-DUH instead of a Lim. So it became, Chow-Lin-DUH-Chan Ru Jing. Everyone, there you go. Please address her in that form or else you would never get a response. Wondering how the CHOW CHOW CHOW came about? All thanks to Anne's essay which started like this: "CHOW CHOW CHOW!" Mei tian dou chow! Wo hen shen qi di jou jing wo de fang jian...(&lt;em&gt;In inproper English, it somewhat means, So Noisy! Everyday also so noisy! I walked into my room angrily.) &lt;/em&gt;Chow can also be spelt as chao. I can't even remember how Ru Jing's surname is spelt. Sorry. Let's just take it for a &lt;strong&gt;Lin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think we all have different perceptions of our daily go abouts. Its like how Clarissa thinks her Chinese teacher sucks while we think she rocks. Lao shi called my name in class again. Jo has taken on a liking for my chinese name. I wrote a fucking awesome chinese essay today. It had no ending because I decided to keep the readers in suspense. I wonder what lao shi's reaction would be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love Mondays because the timetable is pretty much very slack, then come to think of it, maybe not because it means that Tuesday is approaching. Tuesdays are bad because I have tuition. When Tuesday passes, Wednesday comes, which means there's Standard Test, needless to comment about and Music O Level lessons, which can be a dread at times, and once again, the same process goes on for Thursday and Friday. Tutorials followed by band practices. What a routine my life can be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think Starbucks is officially and somewhat, my drug to staying up. It's bad...(?) That's what some say. Thank God there's no Starbucks near my house. The nearest is at Eastpoint. I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Life. Why oh why.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please excuse me for this aimless and pointless entry. I feel a sense of wanting to do at least something. Somehow, it's not really working.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mrs Audrey Cullum&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25058078-117008526418560606?l=jazzicalfarts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jazzicalfarts.blogspot.com/feeds/117008526418560606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25058078&amp;postID=117008526418560606' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25058078/posts/default/117008526418560606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25058078/posts/default/117008526418560606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jazzicalfarts.blogspot.com/2007/01/once-again-i-feel-that-wasted-sense.html' title=''/><author><name>jazzicalfarter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18353506274906491605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25058078.post-116999553931487531</id><published>2007-01-28T22:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-28T22:45:39.333+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Whatup world!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Announcement for Gen, since I can't go on MSN. This is for you. I'm not quite sure if you know bout &lt;a href="http://www.rollingstone.com/news/coverstory/panic_at_the_disco_high_school_musical"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; but yeah, I suppose you'll be going down to Kino or Borders to get the mag. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.rollingstone.com/news/coverstory/panic_at_the_disco_high_school_musical"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, life's been pretty wild and weird. Briefly stating what I've been up to eh. I've got to rush work later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flag Day yesterday, I have not much comments. It was fun yet not so fun. I'm immune to being rejected and ignored now. Haha. At least I managed to get about 1/3 of the tin. Not bad for a first timer and a not-so-good plan. Weelyn and Jo, tsk tsk and to a few others as well. Haha. Who cares.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dearest Weelyn and Amanda kindly took the time to follow me down to NAFA's Open House yesterday which was rather, alright. We should have just agreed for a tour. And we arrived so late, we only managed to get a file. I wanted the bag! Oh wells. So we were like lost children walking around the school. Looks rather interesting and intimidating. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amanda and I then, had to be really nice friends, to suffer under Weelyn's amazing persuading powers, to follow her to SAS' POP. Yeah, thanks Joan. Idiot. Haha. It was alright. Amanda and I hate her pretty much there and then. You owe us a lot. I mean it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Proceeded on for Piano lesson in which, I had to bluntly find out that my exam is in a month's time. Exactly a month. 28th Feb. Oh greatness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, violin lesson sucked the shit of out music. I make no sense because I don't give a damn. It was obviously my fault for waking up late but my mother just had to make it worse by getting my teacher to lesser the price. What the Fuck. Then, she stomped but not exactly stomped off angry and I just had to do nothing but to give my teacher a I'm-sorry-my-mom's-like-that smile. And she wants to stop lessons. I became really pissed after that, and kind of showed an attitude. Did the routine she usually does for me, and went for Cathechism really late. In short, my morning was really bad. Lucky Catechism went quite alright with Rosemarie and Julie at least, and made me feel much better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, I didn't want to go for tuition so I faked but not so fake that I had a headache. Returned home to rest and woke up halfway because I couldn't sleep. Why? Because for real this time, I most probably had a fever. How bad. Thank God everything's alright now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We spent half an hour deciding on whether we should go for the Confirmation. And to cut short everything, we did. We went to Tampines to just have a shot taken and zao-ed off. Wow. Yes, Maxine and Clarissa, you all should thank us for making the effort to go and you're absolutely welcomed for the awesomely wonderful journey you all had to make to TM. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To all Confirmands, Congrats! I bet you all feel good, because you all need not go for Cat classes now eh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Band tomorrow should be quite hectic. It was already hectic last friday. Friday's practice made me realise I can't sight read other parts. Haha. I only somehow manage to sight read music I know and have heard and only the melody. Wow Audrey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mrs Audrey Cullum&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25058078-116999553931487531?l=jazzicalfarts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jazzicalfarts.blogspot.com/feeds/116999553931487531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25058078&amp;postID=116999553931487531' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25058078/posts/default/116999553931487531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25058078/posts/default/116999553931487531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jazzicalfarts.blogspot.com/2007/01/whatup-world-announcement-for-gen.html' title=''/><author><name>jazzicalfarter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18353506274906491605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25058078.post-116982391262570010</id><published>2007-01-26T22:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-26T23:06:33.613+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today was a pretty, interesting day. I need to check up the the-saw-rus to find out another word for interesting because my life has been pretty much interesting. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember so clearly, setting an alarm clock for 4.15am this morning, but I woke up at like 6.50am. Oh that was to do my homework. So, as you'd know, I was in completely deep shit. Yes, I did go to Weelyn's house yesterday to do homework. Due to the disturbance of her little and crazy brother, I couldn't concentrate and half the time, I was either using MSN or helping or more likely, &lt;em&gt;doing&lt;/em&gt; the English quizzes for the 3 of them, being Weelyn, Amanda and Eunice. Thus, I didn't get any work done, except my English, which I must say was redundant. Anyways, my mom cabbed me to school and it felt good, because I was early. Wow. Haha. Only for a few minutes or so though. Then I received a message from Ms Khoo saying, she won't be in school because she overslept. Wow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;English went about just fine, then History which pretty much was alright as well, despite the fact I was panicking because I didn't do my workbook but I couldn't care less though. Contradicting, never mind. PE. I happily walked down, not taking down my wallet because I gave my POSB card, cash card and all the money in my wallet to my mom in the cab because she left her wallet at home (don't ask me what I was thinking), and forgetting to change into school shorts. Luckily, I was wearing FBTs at least. And moreover, the shorts I brought to school were the ones with the hole. Oh goodness. It was not till I was right in front of the hall when I started jumping and squealing "My shorts!" and holding my skirt at the same time. Imagine. It was rather retarded. Haha. Then, I had to say, "My shorts are still covered in mud." Wow. Yes wow. Lol. Which was totally, fake. Then A Maths, which I have nothing to comment about. And then I spent my recess in class, to only witness someone's phone being confiscated and people being caught for eating. See, I'm such a good girl. I didn't eat in class during recess... I ate during lessons. Lmao!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Literature, we digressed, once again. At the rate we're going, I doubt we'll be able to complete The Joy Luck Club. Seriously. We always have too many discussion. Today we talked about how people have English names to be more fashionable, to be more Westernized and how Ms Kang saw this woman working at a petrol kiosk, with a nametag which read, "MONEY". What the Fuck?! Who would name yourself MONEY?! Oh and meet, Buck, Dollar, Bill, Cheque, Cash, Coins, Cilings and so on. Goodness gracious. E Maths which went about quite alright and it pretty much sucks sitting beside someone who sucks up to your Idol. Haha. Bey bey is downright my idol and Clarissa sucks up to her 24/7. Clarissa, I hope you remembered to include that in your confession, "Sucking up to my partner's Idol and trying to steal her away." Boo you! Haha. Oh wait! Something happened during E Maths...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bey Bey: Ok, so you all hand in this worksheet tomorrow...&lt;br /&gt;Someone: But tomorrow got no school.&lt;br /&gt;Bey Bey: Huh? No. Hand up tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;Someone else: Tomorrow is Saturday!&lt;br /&gt;Bey Bey: No. Who said so?&lt;br /&gt;Someone else No. 2: Today is Friday, and tomorrow is Saturday!&lt;br /&gt;Bey Bey: Huh? How come I don't know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh man. It was fucking hilarious. She took quite a while to notice that today's friday. Haha. Like about 3 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then came Physics. There was supposed to be a test. To cut short the whole story I was aboout to type, Mrs Yip, forgot about the test. She only remembered at the end of the lesson. It was hilarious. What's the matter with teachers nowadays? In fact, I actually like them this way. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We crapped around, with the normal bandits during lunch, and proceeded for band. Oh goodness, drills was like right. Everyone forgot everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kenan: Right Turn&lt;br /&gt;Kiri: Left Turn&lt;br /&gt;Blakan: About Turn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't bother about the spelling. Just remember. Do us a favour. Gosh. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and sorry to the band for indecent exposure when I raise my hand during fall in. Lol. So, full band practice and did Virginia. Sounding alright, at least we didn't deprove in over just a week. 50 plus more days. Ahh! I don't want the band to fall to complacency. Oh then we had phototaking for the Hawaii Programme booklet. And for goodness sake, I totally forgot about the phototaking and put my hairband on. I didn't put on my hairband because of the photo shoot! Seriously! If I remembered about the phototaking, I'd have leave my fringe down. Duh you arses. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then here came the interesting part of the day, the most fun part. The Hawaii forms were supposed to be sent out today, BUT, it was in all a mess that only the schedule was given out. Like what the?! Almost all the band girls left once they received the schedule. I walked back to the PfA office to only find out, there were still two more forms. Goodness. Then I ran out of school to find out almost all the band girls got on 17 which had just left. AHH! So shitified. At least we managed to get a few back, but goodness. It was so messy, and since Mrs Chua looked overly stressed, we decided to stay back and help her. I love sorting out stuff. Just my thing. Haha. Then, we started sorting out the thick thick thick THICK stacks of paper and forms. But with the help of a few of us, being Cindy, Amanda, Jo, Weelyn, Farah, Sherri, Eunice and I, we managed to do it real quick. And we were saying about how we'd do it in our sleep because we were saying this out while sorting..."Form, Annex A, Annex B, Form 8, Form 9, Medical History, Medical History Sheet, Ohana" Ohana not being literally but Ohana being the form for some youth thing. It was awesomely fun. I love doing sorting of stuff out. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we left school at 7.30pm and Weelyn left for TM, while Amanda, Cindy, Eunice and I went to have dinner. Dinner for Eunice was interrupted several times by her brother. Haha. Hilarious. Poor girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Came home and realised that I have been deprived of my piano practice time all thanks to Weelyn. Argh you! I'm so shitified for my exam! I need a pass but I want a high pass at least.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and then, looking at the cost of Hawaii, I think my mom might just skip the new year clothes shopping thing for me this year. Besides, I've bought clothes during Christmas I doubt I'll get to buy this year. I've yet to use my Converse vouchers and I've got to make sure I get at least one pair of Jack Purcells before Hawaii. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its Friday! Isn't it fast? But soon enough, another new week begins. Believe it, we're almost into February. I smell the Os. Haha. NAFA Open House Tomorrow! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like posting up a video. I just love this song. Its Razorlight with their second single off their second album, America. Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/NQjHeh_quBY"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/NQjHeh_quBY" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mrs Audrey Cullum&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25058078-116982391262570010?l=jazzicalfarts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jazzicalfarts.blogspot.com/feeds/116982391262570010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25058078&amp;postID=116982391262570010' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25058078/posts/default/116982391262570010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25058078/posts/default/116982391262570010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jazzicalfarts.blogspot.com/2007/01/today-was-pretty-interesting-day.html' title=''/><author><name>jazzicalfarter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18353506274906491605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25058078.post-116970796377734202</id><published>2007-01-25T14:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-25T15:01:04.033+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I feel sadistic because I hear Anglican High's school bell ring. Lol. For the first time, I had some proper sleep. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Replies to tags:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to Veronica: Linked! And Valerie's going to pass you all the lyrics. You all somehow have this connection with that song huh. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to Lydia: Yes yes, thank you. You're nice. Happy now? Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to Weelyn: Same face structure. Lol. True.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to Gen: I don't know. Haha. I thought it to be brief but it didn't turn out that way I suppose. Haha. Yeah, pity them huh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've never had this much homework before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mrs Audrey Cullum&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25058078-116970796377734202?l=jazzicalfarts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jazzicalfarts.blogspot.com/feeds/116970796377734202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25058078&amp;postID=116970796377734202' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25058078/posts/default/116970796377734202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25058078/posts/default/116970796377734202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jazzicalfarts.blogspot.com/2007/01/i-feel-sadistic-because-i-hear.html' title=''/><author><name>jazzicalfarter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18353506274906491605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25058078.post-116961916240903449</id><published>2007-01-24T13:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-24T14:15:13.616+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I want to hurry do this. Lol. I have to say this very very extremely sadistically. While I'm here typing this entry, you other Sec 4s are, lol, listening to someone crap about entrepreneurship and all. Muahahahahahahaha. Ok, I'm not that mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I shall just blog about Camp Corri. It was so-so. Very so-so. Brief blog entry alright? Alright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly, I'm in the same group, Group 6 with Ameera then Farah joined our group because Ameera would have to do campfire preparations. But, it didn't really matter because half the time or most of the time, 2/3 had all the activities as a class, so that means, everything was done with Valerie and Tiffany as well. Then you see, did I mention why I didn't want to go for the camp? Yes, because of the Sec 2s. Duh. There were times we facilitators of 2/3 wanted to like give up, and like die. In fact, there were times almost all of the facilitators were going "I'd rather be sitting in TP, listening to lectures than doing this." Overall, thinking over it, maybe not, that's after hearing from Eunice, Amanda and Weelyn. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok things that I'd have to comment about 2/3. Goodness. Amanda Khoo is known for her extreme mood swings but 2/3 is like uncomparable to her. Haha. They kill us simply with their mood swings. Let me give you one example. During campfire, it was drizzling but they were still high. Very high. But the drizzle became heavier and we had to shift in to the MPH, the place where we gather most of the time. It was duhly crammed and obviously the campfire was not really successful. Once 2/3 stepped foot into the MPH, their energy level was lost. Completely. They were in fact, the only class who didn't react to the emcees of the campfire and didn't do any cheers or whatsoever. We as facilitators, could die simply, because it was too embarrassing to watch your class not do anything and as well, you'd be so disappointed because during practice, they were really high. So we couldn't simply understand why they weren't doing anything. Even after their item, which was simply awesome, they were still very down. Then today, under their bunk, they were high, we shifted them to MPH, they were dull. Thus, we conclude, that the venue affects them pretty much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than their extreme and severe moodswings, talking to them at first was like talking to a wall. I'd rather talk to a wall. Haha. Okay. That was before. Thank God, they opened up soon enough, and there were really enthusiastic people in the class, like Jackie and Gladys, and clique. Funny people I must say. But those quiet ones, honestly, they killed me at certain times. But still, I love the class huh. Though there were better classes, there has got to be a reason why we're with the class we're with. Haha. True, I mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And 2/3 won best class item! Good job 2/3! Totally unexpected huh. That excludes the gracious fall by Joni though. I bet it was the rojak bit which were plus points. To the other Sec 2s who are reading my blog, those who aren't in 2/3, boo to you. Lol. Alright. Just kidding. I don't want some girl called Cassandra to come after me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright. So highlights of the camp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kayaking. Facils, we paired up together. Then there were these two lost girls, who didn't even get their paddling right. Before setting out into the water, the instructor told us, one facil with one of those girls. Then Tiffany sabo-ed Ameera and I and then we both decided not to bother but keep them in our sight. Then when we set out, I realised that they were really far back and like behind. Scared the hell out of me, because they were rather going with the current. Lucky the instructor approached them. Then we toured round the kelongs with our kayaks. Rafted up and the instructor approached us again to help the girls because they were somewhere behind the kelongs. My goodness. Ok ok, so we obliged. Kayaked to them and we had to switch partners. So, Ameera changed with the other girl sitting in front, Rachel, and while switching, since only the back people, being me and the other girl I can't remember her name, were holding onto each other kayaks, the front of the kayak kind of splited. Ameera and Rachel's legs were one in each kayak. Get it? Alright. So, then right in front of my eyes, they almost did a split and I just sat there laughing my head off. How sadistic. Goodness, so half the time, I had to kayak like shit because Rachel didn't know how to kayak. Thank God for all the training from OBS and the MOE camp, we managed to catch up. Not bad. Hahahaha. Well well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next, Nitro crossing. It's the swinging thing. Group 6 is bloody hell scary. Alright, General Stations with them were quite scary. They didn't really pay attention to all the requirements to prevent accidents and then they did their own thing and almost fell and got injured badly. Some were just like 1 to 2 cm away from the ground. Our hearts pumped like shit, that being the facils and the girl doing the activity. For the class, not quite sure. But well, goodness. Scary shit. If they get injured, the guilt will just flow in naturally. Just like Gladys the previous time. Oh did I mention, many a times, 2/3 reminded me of 2/5 05. Haha. I love 2/5! Miss Chia, Mdm Chen, classmates. Woots! Back to topic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What else? Belaying. Pure fun. I love belaying. Oh oh oh. Mud pool. Nature Rumble in other words. Thanks to someone, being Weelyn's good friend, Mr Roland, requested for a nature rumble thing and is was actually to go throught a mud path and then a mud pool. It was quite obvious the mud was man made or something? I don't know but that's what we suspect. The mud is black. BLACK! and when it dries, it turns grey and chalky. What shit mud is that you tell me. Then the colour of the natural mud is far from the man made mud. Haha. It was much dirtier than Taman Negera I must say. Much much. We were so gross, after bathing twice, we still felt dirty. All thanks to Weelyn's lookalike. TSK! But it was fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Food was crap. I mean, which camp's food is good? Except the one at the MOE camp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At Jalan Bahtera, there were many interesting things like, hmmm. Let's see. A dog symphony. Stupid dogs. People sleeping they bark. When we slept, first night, we could hear people singing karaoke. Second night, supposedly, someone slept talked in malay and another said "Please put on your helmet and harness." Haha. Funny shit. Oh first night, you know the bunks have these big holes, anything can just drop from up to down, Farah's pillow dropped down. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What else? I'm tired. I don't feel like blogging anymore. Stupid camps. I still hate camps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes, I hate camps at Jalan Bahtera because of the huge population of lizards. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Replies to tags:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to Jeanette: Yes you should feel good. But I didn't mention you in this post. Too bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to Ern: You're very sick. I don't want to talk to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to Amanda: Just learn your lesson la. Tsk man. T T T. Toa Payoh and Tampines are two very different words for goodness sake. Can die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to Clarissa: I want to watch! Argh! So wasted. Good job to all the cheerleaders huh! Yayness! :) I want to see Bey bey do the action. And why 4/6 no class dinner?! Tsk. Lol. I want to eat dinner. I hungry. Haha. Did anybody tape anything down? So wasted. ARGH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to Passer-by: Good for the Sec 5s. :) Well at least 4/6 wins something. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to Weelyn: WHATEVER. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all. I'll add on if I can think of anymore significant events in Camp Corri. But I suggest you all just read the other facils blogs. Or any other Sec 2s.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See, 2/3, if anyone is from 2/3 is actually reading, I told you your dance was the best. Compared to others. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mrs Audrey Cullum&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25058078-116961916240903449?l=jazzicalfarts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jazzicalfarts.blogspot.com/feeds/116961916240903449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25058078&amp;postID=116961916240903449' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25058078/posts/default/116961916240903449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25058078/posts/default/116961916240903449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jazzicalfarts.blogspot.com/2007/01/i-want-to-hurry-do-this.html' title=''/><author><name>jazzicalfarter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18353506274906491605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25058078.post-116937898334214005</id><published>2007-01-21T18:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-21T19:33:51.056+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I predict this post is going to be random. Very.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realised I missed out quite a bit on the TP visit. Instances which would be so memorable such as the time, Miss Khoo gave us the wrong direction. I asked "Are you sure the bus this side goes to Tampines?" She obviously replies, "Yes yes yes, &lt;strong&gt;trust me&lt;/strong&gt;." Oh yes, so I did. Then not till I sensed we were going the wrong way, and saw the sign reading Bedok something, or was it Kaki Bukit, anyway, it was in the direction to Khoo's house. I tell you, Eunice and I wanted to smack the nuts out of her for hell's sake because when we got up the bus, firstly, they pushed me. Lucky, we got in the bus because there were just too many people. Note, my bag was uber huge thanks to the bloody goodie bag and stupid books we just had to carry home that day. And moreover, the bus was duper crowded. So ask me, why didn't we bash her? Because she's our friend. And since she's naturally not skilled in telling directions, it was rather our fault for trusting her. Haha. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I mention about the tour guide? I think I did. Ok what else? Nothing. I just wanted to post that. Felt like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe I'm listening to Clay Aiken's album now. Please, hit me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Camp Corri is tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes, so I'm supposed to blog. Yes. Blog about my days and all. Yesterday, overslept. Thus, not turning up for Legion. Woke up and practiced my piano, then met Eunice, Weelyn, Ern and Lisbeth at Raffles City. Ernestine, was rather, overdressed. Haha. She claims that she came from some church event. Alright, I believe you Ern. Haha. Yeah Right. Anyway, we attempted to get a cab with 5 people. Haha. Thanks to the help of the charm of Miss Ernestine, we managed to get a cab. Weelyn, you suck. Haha. Oh yes, I got a cup of Starbucks and I couldn't sleep after that. How smart. The ride took super duper long, because of the floods and jams. Goodness. We ended up late. At least better than Khoo, who was still at home at 5.06pm. Haha. I realise I still have not mentioned where we went. Haha. St Pat's POP. It was quite alright, impressive for sure, but the only part which really impressed the most was when they played Rhapsody on the Theme of Paganini. First few notes, bars, I could almost die. It was just too wow. Haha. You know what? It reminded me of my dearest first husband. Haha. Maksim. He's hot. Anyway, I'm currently with Jamie. Back to the music. Basically it was really impressive. They pull off almost everything given to them. Amazing and awesome. Then crapped outside their bandroom, with Mr De, about everything from She--- and the sign outside the bandroom. Haha. Funny. Worst Engligh ever. Haha. Headed off for Piano lesson while the rest went to Parkway to eat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Piano lesson was, okay, I don't really have comments on this. It was, not very productive was it? I still don't get the urgency of my exam. Believe it, I still have not mastered a shit bout what's required. Argh. All I know is that my exam is in February. Early or late Feb, not quite sure. After piano, headed to Parkway to meet the rest to get Jenni's present. Haha. It was hilarious. Especially what Eunice did holding Jenni's present. Then Clarissa came, with her friends, who left soon after. What else, so we got on the shuttle bus. Got home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Couldn't sleep, all thanks to Starbucks. Was late for violin lesson once again. Boo. Anyway, I practiced but my teacher said it wasn't good enough. Even more boo. Ended, left for Catechism. Even more and more boo! Haha. It was really retarded. Oh oh, there's this new guy. I'm not quite sure if he's retained from the previous year or what but he's quite cute. But, no, I'm married and studies come first. Anyways,...hmmm, Catechism was retarded. They said we have to write a letter to the Archbishop. Address him as Dearest His Grace or Dearest Archbishop Chia or something, I wasn't paying attention, but they said no addressing him like Dearest Archie. HAHA! It was hilarious. And our letters will be checked before sending to him because of the chances of vulgarities appearing. Oh whatever. I still can't think of what name to chose for my middle name. Boo. Audrey _______ Cullum. Haha. No, seriously Audrey _________? No, the name "Idiot" or "Ass" is not allowed. No crude language is allowed for a middle name. Haha. I bet you arses wanted to tag saying Audrey Ass or something. Haha. Too bad. If only huh, then it'd be alliteration. Haha. Oh wells.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuition-ed after Church. Goodness, I don't understand the thinking of my teacher. He was saying about how the Government is psycho-ing us to think that CCA is important and all, that they are just making use of us. Then the guy behind me wanted to argue with him and I was like thinking "No point of arguing. Won't help. Won't get you anywhere." but it kept going on and on. Both parties were dumb to argue I must say. Haha. I mean, the teacher is not making any sense. So what's the whole point of arguing. He will never understand. Moreover, he was talking more than teaching. The more I shouldn't go for tuition. Oh and did I mention, they almost wanted to start this debate on Convent Girls. Note, I'm the only girl in the E Maths class. BOO! My teacher said, Convent girls are desperate. I bet so, if Jeanette was there, she'll just start bashing them up. Big big, huge, mega huge generalization going on there man. Goodness. I wanted to die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I'm back home, comtemplating to do my homework because apparently, teachers do not spare a thought for those facilitating for the Secondary 2 camp. Those going for the TP camp, get to do their homework while we, don't have the time. I think I have no choice but to do my work now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realise I have not packed my bag for camp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to say something but I can't remember. Oh wells. I'll leave it to another day. I doubt when I come back from Camp Corri, I'll be blogging about it. I hope I'll have fun. I sound so excited, don't I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I decided to reply the tags here. I don't want to yet again, flood my own tagboard. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Cindy: You don't have to walk with me under MY ESPIRIT umbrella. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Ernestine: They beeped your Fuck because they don't like you. Haha. Too bad. This should teach you a lesson on not to use vulgarities in my tagboard. Eh, your opening door thing and asking of the "See any boobies" was rather sick yet hilarious. Lol. And not only am I a sucker, I'm a swallower, a licker and a chewer as well. Oh gross. Sounds very wrong. Haha. You should just go join the Thai dance troop thing. Go for all I care. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To natENG: Too bad, I love Jamie more. And I don't even know how your brother looks like. You better bring food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Clarissa: Hahahahahahahahahaahahahahahaha. Lol. It was rather hilarious when we checked the sandwich Isabel gave us. Lol. That was one hell of a bus ride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Maxine: Aiya, diam la. Lol. I AM big what. Tsk. I'm Jamie's wife, DUH! Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Jeanette: Because it was the open house...? Haha. I don't know. But I saw people I didn't wanna see. How bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Ethel: Just like I said, if you're in netball, I'm in basketball and I'm the star player. Lmao!  Haha. Anyway, in conclusion, you're NOT from netball. Must be a total insult to have you in netball man. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't feel like going for my piano exam. Can I pon it? Please? Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My left leg is numb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mrs Audrey Cullum&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25058078-116937898334214005?l=jazzicalfarts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jazzicalfarts.blogspot.com/feeds/116937898334214005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25058078&amp;postID=116937898334214005' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25058078/posts/default/116937898334214005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25058078/posts/default/116937898334214005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jazzicalfarts.blogspot.com/2007/01/i-predict-this-post-is-going-to-be.html' title=''/><author><name>jazzicalfarter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18353506274906491605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25058078.post-116921567858840799</id><published>2007-01-19T21:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-19T22:07:58.600+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today was interesting yet very retarded, come to think of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly, we have THE spotcheck. Oh wait before that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstlt, I was LATE. And I didn't bother much. I was walking/strolling to school, left my house at 7.20am, which is impossible to walk to school in less than 5 minutes and thus I decided to just not bother and be late. Walked to school, hoping to escape the prefects by at least, taking the slips from them, and then walk straight to class without handing in the slips. So as I made my way past the prefects, first thing I saw, Mrs Chong getting one whole group of girls, about 20 to 30 to come down the stairs. Like what the. Just then, I knew I could not get away. Like duh. So, ah heck. Late then late. Couldn't care less or more already. Well well. And just so you note, our dearest school has a Joseph In Trianing, aka, JIT. Haha. She looks exactly like Joseph, just that she's slimmer and younger. I see her being the next Joseph, that's for sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, then on with the spotcheck, which apparently was just a rumour made by one retarded Secondary 1 arse. Screw off would you if you have nothing better to do, than to cause chaos in the entire school. Literally. You see people running around, hiding phones, and all sorts of illegal items. I know as band members, duh, we put in our cases. Then next thing you know, this whole batch of FUCKING normal academic students or should I say, barbarians put their belongings in the band room as well, because it was conveniently, oh so close to their fucking classrooms. And not only that, they've been eating in the band room as well. What the. I have to give a fucking damn bout this. We don't have a proper band room, then it's been made extremely worse now. Thanks alot. Thank God I'm graduating this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Literature lesson, double period. We did nothing but discussed entirely about the Ku Klux Klan. Wow. It was very interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TP. Well, it wasn't awesome because it was duper crowded. Thousands of schools were there, and we didn't even know that we could make a choice of which school we wanted to go to. So we were dumbly brought to the engineering school which who in the world of 4/6 would take up engineering?! and others like business and designing. Thank God, we found out about the fact we could make a decision of where we wanted to go if not, we wouldn't even have step foot into the designing school. I'd say for sure, that the business and design school is uber cool. Haha. When I said this to my brother, "If my results can't take me to JC, I think I might go to either Temasek Business or Design." Next thing you know, he asks "Why wouldn't your results take you to JC?" Was that a rhetorical question? Like the answer to be, Oh yes, I'm supposed to work hard. I have to make it to JC or something? Oh goodness gracious. Save me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we proceeeded on to IKEA, to have meatballs and all. We literally feasted. Ah. I'm feeling very full now, as I type this stupid entry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeanette! I didn't see your sister! Tsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mrs Audrey Cullum&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25058078-116921567858840799?l=jazzicalfarts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jazzicalfarts.blogspot.com/feeds/116921567858840799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25058078&amp;postID=116921567858840799' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25058078/posts/default/116921567858840799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25058078/posts/default/116921567858840799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jazzicalfarts.blogspot.com/2007/01/today-was-interesting-yet-very.html' title=''/><author><name>jazzicalfarter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18353506274906491605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25058078.post-116912580411405800</id><published>2007-01-18T20:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-18T21:10:04.126+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yes, after I get my Literature research printed all out, I'm going off the net. No surfing, no nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh so, how was my day? Well, it was alright. Oh yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY WEELYN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mrs Eff.&lt;/strong&gt; Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes, we sang the birthday song for our dearest Mrs Eff, purposely when Simmy walked into class. It was pretty much hilarious that I didn't sing the song because I was laughing my head off. So obviously Sim, diam-ed. And the funny part was, she didn't really bother. We sang twice. Then Sim carried on with her lesson. Halfway while saying her usual crap, bout litter on the floor, and how nagging doesnt work on us (but apparently she nags ALL the time), she turned to Weelyn and said "Happy Birthday Weelyn." Its like..."I shall stop nagging because it does not work, nagging about your work, nagging about the litter on the floor...Oh and Happy Birthday Weelyn." Oh man, we just bursted out laughing. Like what the. Weelyn, seems like someone likes you huh. And I'll kill the guts out of Sim if I find out she didn't receive my practical book. I spent Bio lesson doing my Maths homework. :D Very productive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, school was alright, and funny things did happen. I answered back to the chinese teacher. Hilarious shit. She kept talking crap. So firstly, when I turned back to talk to RJ and Christabel, she caught me, and shouted my name across the class. Oh yes she did. She shouted, "LIAW! SHU! JUAN!" so, I replied, "Yo whatup lao shi!" and then continued with my work, thinking of what would be perfect to make a good comeback. Then I turned to her and shouted, "XING! LAO! SHI!" Lmao! It was fucking hilarious. Well, not only that, she was telling us about how when she was young, she was as slim  and then I answered, "Lao shi, you don't crap. Yi qian...(its all in chinese)" Amazingly but yeah, because I replied with what she said to me a few minutes before. Its like if you can tell me this, I can tell you that as well. Haha. Funniest chinese lesson since the start of 2007.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, basically, we settled admin stuff during band practice and all Hawaii related stuff, and did about only 15 minutes of practice. What else? Hmmm...nothing else I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes, I have in mind of going to either CJC or SAJC. But if my results can't make it there, I'll go to TP. Just saying. I think alot, those are one of my thoughts. I'll go to TP to take up Interior Design. Coolness. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha. Yes, I do have The Joy Luck Club, Gen. And the term "cover to cover" scares me pretty much. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Ku Klux Klan is....never mind. I shall keep my comments to myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TP visit tomorrow. How interesting. Jeanette is getting her sister to shout "Audrey CULLUM" tomorrow to look for me. Wow. CULLUM alrights? Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love the fact how after the end of the school day, Cindy pops by the window of 4/6 asking if I want food. Haha. Cool. Then its even better when its before a band practice because one by one, you'll have Nat Eng, then Jeanette then Elsie walking in and we'll take out all our food and share. Haha. Jeanette Ong and NATALIE ENG are bloody freeloaders. Haha. More of Nat Eng.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just realised I came up with a whole lot of random thoughts huh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mrs Audrey Cullum&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25058078-116912580411405800?l=jazzicalfarts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jazzicalfarts.blogspot.com/feeds/116912580411405800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25058078&amp;postID=116912580411405800' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25058078/posts/default/116912580411405800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25058078/posts/default/116912580411405800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jazzicalfarts.blogspot.com/2007/01/yes-after-i-get-my-literature-research.html' title=''/><author><name>jazzicalfarter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18353506274906491605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25058078.post-116903563788022846</id><published>2007-01-17T19:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-17T20:27:44.056+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Goodness. Literally, to a certain extent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time has been passing real fast. Good thing it is. The lesser time I need to hang on to this crappy..well, life. Bad thing, is we'll have to leave secondary school real soon and honestly, I love secondary school. The friends I've made have been really awesome. Okay, moving along...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't really help to but blog about my day. I woke up super duper late today, and ran to school with today's somewhat exceptionally heavy bag and ran and ran. Like hell. I know, you must be saying "Sec 4 already la, don't care them la." Yeah, I know that. Everyone knows that. But I'm just afraid every single bad thing I do in school, will be used against me. Homework is one good example already. Well, anyway, I've been walking into school late but, kind of ignored the prefect when she wanted to give me the late comers' slip. Haha. I pity her tough tough job. Its like DUH that I am late, but I just don't want to accept the fact, so I walk away. Then she just stands there, stunt. Tsk me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Curriculum time went pass really fast, duper fast and I'm rather irritated by the new PE thing. What shit. Its as if the school has nothing better to do and they go "Hey, lets make PE a proper subject, we'll make those kids scared and want to do really well. We make that grade, that alphabet in their report book look really really important." What fuck. Like seriously, I don't give a damn bout such shit. It can scar my report book, I don't even care. PE, a subject, you will be judged on your punctuality, discipline and performance. FUCK THE SCHOOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel really proud that I am able to pay attention in class. Haha. Yeah, pretty good. Oh so today's Literature lesson was really funny. Ms Kang apparently, called me to answer the question. Then when I said the topic statement, and wanted to carry on, some lians walked past 4/6 and one hit another, and that another said "Fuck you la!" and everyone, I mean EVERYONE, including Ms Kang heard it. Then we all went "Oh shit", thinking what Ms Kang will do. Then she carries on to say "Never mind, it's alright. You all matter more than them." (somewhere along those lines). Lol. Then she said "You all gave that 'Oh my gosh! What now?! Is Ms Kang going to blow up?' look. It was funny." Hahaha. Really funny. We didn't even do much for Literature. I bet Ms Kang didn't have the mood. We only covered two pages. How wow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went about to the Band Room to do the measurement shit, and we kind of bullied Jennifer. It was hilarious. Surprisingly, Jenni has learnt how to be brave and daring. She bloody hell poured water on me. But I'm alright with it, because I took her stuff toy thingy and wiped away the water. Then we kept hiding it. It was hilarious. Childish, but fun. This is what happens when we study too much. Proceeded on for Music lessons. It was quite fun because we started on Haydn's London's Symphony. London. Haha. Well, anyway, doing notation for the score is really fun, what else, I must say for the first time in Music lesson, time past really duper fast. Extremely. Usually, I always doze off in the middle of the lesson but today, amazingly, I stayed up. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I wanted to blog about something. I can't remember. Oh wait. I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here's the part to prove that I'm having too much of my crappy life. This conversation took place in the Band Room, at about 2.20pm today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Hey hey hey! You know what?! Thursday...we have no school! Like Yayness!&lt;br /&gt;Amanda: Ya ya ya!&lt;br /&gt;Eunice: Why?&lt;br /&gt;Amanda: Camp Corri.&lt;br /&gt;Me: You know what was I thinking?...We could go...&lt;br /&gt;Amanda: You want to go study?&lt;br /&gt;*Note, she said that really excitedly*&lt;br /&gt;Me: Oh my goodness. I wanted to say we could go catch a movie or something.&lt;br /&gt;Amanda: But we have the online homework thing eh.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Oh no, I was thinking, we could do the online homework thing in the morning then go out after that.&lt;br /&gt;Cindy: See, see, the two extreme cases.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently, whenever we talk to Amanda Khoo, whatever topic it is, it always leads to studies. You talk to some conflict, it leads to Social Studies. My goodness, we want to stay away from anything which says 'STUDIES' and then, Khoo comes and reminds us about it. Best. Free day, I immediately think of going out, because I realise that I have no life, studying studying and studying. And to add on, Legion has been changed to Tuesday, which means, I have absolutely no free days. Only Saturdays which will probably left aside for practice on my piano or violin or most probably homework. So whatever chances I have of going out, I want to do so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is said that "It is never too early to start revision." Please kill me. Michelle says we're both going to hell for not starting on anything yet. I think we're in hell already. Boo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've decided not to drop any subject at the moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and then there's still Camp Corri next week eh. Tell me I think weirdly, but I'd rather go to the poly than to do an overnight camp. I hate camps big time. Packing of bags, puts me off because half the time, I pack too much stuff and my bag becomes too big. Then next thing, is when I get back from a camp, I'm so tired that I'm too lazy to wash whatever. I hate overnight camps. And especially when there's some teacher I'd rather not name, going as well. It's a He. Makes me wonder how he managed to be the Teacher in charge of EXCO... Now you know who. Well well. I don't like him. At least, and Thank God that I'm with someone I can click with, common topic, Little Britain! Haha. I still don't know who's in the class I'm taking. I hope they're alright people. Well, so I think you might be scolding me for thinking so weirdly, for wanting to go for the Poly thing instead. Haha. Oh wells, I like the way I think because it's really different. Ain't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, I have this crazy idea of making a mahjong club. Lol. Just like the one in The Joy Luck Club. Feast together, then celebrate, hope for so much and becoming our only joy. How relaxing. Just a little extra info, the mahjong we play in band chalet, is known as Jewish mahjong. There's a difference between Jewish and Chinese mahjong. Chinese play it with strategy. Jewish, play for fun. Bet you didn't know that. Haha. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be optimistic alright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mrs Audrey Cullum&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25058078-116903563788022846?l=jazzicalfarts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jazzicalfarts.blogspot.com/feeds/116903563788022846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25058078&amp;postID=116903563788022846' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25058078/posts/default/116903563788022846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25058078/posts/default/116903563788022846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jazzicalfarts.blogspot.com/2007/01/goodness.html' title=''/><author><name>jazzicalfarter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18353506274906491605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25058078.post-116886273792821607</id><published>2007-01-15T19:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-15T20:05:37.946+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Slogging. I question myself, is this what I really want to do in my so called life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, only today, I realise what my deepest weakness is. I have the most impossible dreams and ambitions in mind to achieve. Too ambitious. Very. Big dreams. Very. You might encourage me to do so, but it will get too bad, I would rather die than carry on achieving them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next, would be my fragility to the word "stress". The true fact is, I love working under pressure. I get things done much faster, and I love the times when such things happen. However, once I get too intimidated by stress and pressure, I go nuts. Then, it gets out of control. This once again becomes so bad, I'd rather die than slog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am the most guillible person ever. My hopes get raised very high easily. Then, the fall gets greater, greater and much much greater. This is when I don't take in anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't like this day. Almost everything irritated me. I tell myself, I am nothing compared to others. If they can do it, why can't I. And I thought it'd go along just fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope to start tomorrow all over again. Everything new and nice. Fretting will never get me anywhere. I can do this. I have to. I don't expect you to understand the situation I am in. You don't need to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mrs Audrey Cullum&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25058078-116886273792821607?l=jazzicalfarts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jazzicalfarts.blogspot.com/feeds/116886273792821607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25058078&amp;postID=116886273792821607' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25058078/posts/default/116886273792821607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25058078/posts/default/116886273792821607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jazzicalfarts.blogspot.com/2007/01/slogging.html' title=''/><author><name>jazzicalfarter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18353506274906491605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25058078.post-116878768108391363</id><published>2007-01-14T22:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-14T23:14:41.116+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today, was/is quite an interesting day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the highlight would be the bad bad stomach ache I suffered from. Went on with the normal, violin lesson in the morning, in which I was late and the lesson was bad because I didn't practice and I agreed to play The Four Seasons. Goodness. What was I thinking. For the concert by the way. That was the first bad incident today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next, while in church, I started to feel, bad. Stomach ache, it had to be. So throughout that hour, I kept fidgeting because I was feeling uncomfortable. I thought it was cramps but couldn't be because its not the time yet. Then, after the Holy Communion, prayed a little (in fact, I couldn't even concentrate, it was really bad), I turned to my mom and said "I have stomach ache". Expecting a "Oh really" as a reply, I got a "Yeah, me too" as her reply. What the. And we concluded there and then that it was the pineapple tarts she bought this morning. We both ate 2 each. My brother, I have no idea. So, at the other end of Singapore, my brother should be having a stomach ache as well. For this, I managed to "pon" but not so "pon" my tuition, but I had to suffer anyways, in bed. Slept for a whopping 6 hours, and woke up to watch "The Day After Tomorrow". I simply love this movie, which somehow makes me regret not taking Geography, anyway, I love this movie because its really those panicky types like Flightplan and plus, Jake Gyllenhaal is duper cute. :) Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So from this morning, upon reaching home after church, I asked my mom "So what the pineapple tarts now? You going to eat them?" She said, "Yeah, I want to try." From then, I knew what I've inherited from her. I know, I've been bragging and ranting bout how all my genes came from my Dad only. Well, now I know. The daring part of me comes from my mom. Lol. Anyway, after I woke up, I asked again "So, did you eat the pineapple tarts?" She said "No, I asked Kor kor, he said he didn't have a stomach ache. That means, its not the pineapple tarts. It's the cheese tarts we ate this morning." Ahh! Goodness. Guess what, my mom gave one to my piano teacher as well. Goodness. Good luck to her. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So if you realise, I've not done anything much today. And I feel very bad, no homework, no studying. Just only, Weelyn told me we only have A Maths and Social Studies. Sounds really little, that I don't believe it. I bet there's more. Then, she continued, "We have a Chem test on Tues." I just knew it. Argh. Chemistry and A Maths Tests on Tues. The whole point why I'm kind of wishing there's no band tomorrow, so that I can at least study for the tests. I need to. Somehow, I know I'm going to fail. But I need to fail it knowing I worked hard for it. Then only can I drop the subject (if I have no choice) in peace. Goodness. So, we're still wondering if there's band practice tomorrow. I think the whole PfA system in school, is uber screwed up. They do the most unnecessary stuff needed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll always look forward to Fridays. TGIF. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shit. I just remembered bout Literature.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mrs Audrey Cullum&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25058078-116878768108391363?l=jazzicalfarts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jazzicalfarts.blogspot.com/feeds/116878768108391363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25058078&amp;postID=116878768108391363' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25058078/posts/default/116878768108391363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25058078/posts/default/116878768108391363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jazzicalfarts.blogspot.com/2007/01/today-wasis-quite-interesting-day.html' title=''/><author><name>jazzicalfarter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18353506274906491605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25058078.post-116870794869716607</id><published>2007-01-13T23:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-14T01:05:48.713+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I think I like posting videos in my blog. I've got yet another video to share.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I heard this song on the radio recently, and thought it was P!ATD. That's the whole entire problem with P!ATD and FOB. They sound similar. Anyways, this is the first single off FOB's latest album, which I have to get sometime soon when it's down in Singapore. This is the good thing bout Youtube, it's worldwide. People in the US, gets everthing down, and shares it. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fall Out Boy - This Ain't A Scene, It's An Arms Race&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Hp-t4_SW3Hg"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Hp-t4_SW3Hg" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Patrick has grown fatter. BOO! Nevermind, I still love him. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;And I also noticed, that Pete got to kiss yet again in this video. I bet he had a fun time making this video, with all the women and all. He's mentally unstable, but I still love him as well. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went about today, getting tickets to Rachel Yamagata's concert, which is part of the Mosaic Fest. I bet Mel loves me a whole lot more. Lol. And also to Weelyn's BBQ and left for piano lesson. Nothing much. Tomorrow is going to be...well, I don't quite know. We'll see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I agree to a LARGE extent that Eunice Gee is not a reliable and trustworthy source. She states "Their gingerbread man is not nice one! Don't buy!". I can infer that this is unreliable, as personally, I know and have heard her mention to me once that she hates gingerbread man. Upon questioning her about her feelings for gingerbread man, she stated "I don't like gingerbread man." Thus, having found out that she concluded that the gingerbread man from Chocz is not up to standard because she hates gingerbread man, I conclude that Eunice Gee is an unreliable source.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kids, please do not listen to Eunice Gee, she talks craps most of the time. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mrs Audrey Cullum&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25058078-116870794869716607?l=jazzicalfarts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jazzicalfarts.blogspot.com/feeds/116870794869716607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25058078&amp;postID=116870794869716607' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25058078/posts/default/116870794869716607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25058078/posts/default/116870794869716607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jazzicalfarts.blogspot.com/2007/01/i-think-i-like-posting-videos-in-my.html' title=''/><author><name>jazzicalfarter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18353506274906491605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25058078.post-116860829802740696</id><published>2007-01-12T21:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-12T21:24:58.046+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oh Fuck! How great can my Friday be?! I just opened the fridge, hoping to find some drink or so, guess what I found? Jolly Shandy! :D Lol. Desperation, its called.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remembered posting the last sentence of the previous entry, saying something bout "I want something to happen." Well, today, some stuff did happen. :) Thank God It's Friday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, so what else made my day today? For the first time, in my entire Secondary life, I'm standing for the class photo! How great! Felt good, although I did still feel short compared to those above me. Oh wells, at least I'm not sitting. I hate to be seated. Thank God I wasn't right smack in the middle, although I was close to that. Fun shot, hmmm. First and last year in SAC, and first and last time we get a fun shot. I think the first shot was the nicest. I mean, the first year. I love 1/5 04! :D See la, Clarissa. I think I should have just taken a piece of paper and written whatever I wanted to and hold it for fun shot. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, workshop by Marife was quite alright. She speaks really well. I've got not much comments bout her. Somehow, when Amanda keep saying Marife Marife, I always have this picture of Marife being some young young lady. Smart, intelligent, the kind of person I want to be when I grow up. Yeah, successful and independent and singl...alright, nevermind. LOL. Well, she's not really that kind. She's in her mid-40s, and married. Haha. Definitely not how I'd expected her to be, and I can't really see her being the one writing Distinction in Compre and Vocab. Oh wells.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What else bout the day? Oh yes. Yes, so I got barred from CCA. Why? For not doing my homework. Which, in fact, I had done but I hadn't passed it up by the time Mdm Chan submitted the names to PfA. Sad. So, my name is scarred. Audrey Liaw, didn't do her work, and has to be barred from CCA because of that. *whatever* Just get the fact, that I did do my work alright. I have reasons. Haha. Valid reasons, not. Anyways, so good thing is, I think Mdm Chan knows that I exist now. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gen, I think we both have really similar music tastes. Except for the P!ATD and JC obsessions though. Haha. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, I'm still bored with life. It's been 12 days into 2007. 70 days to Hawaii. 353 more days to the end of 2007. Hmmm. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mrs Audrey Cullum&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25058078-116860829802740696?l=jazzicalfarts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jazzicalfarts.blogspot.com/feeds/116860829802740696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25058078&amp;postID=116860829802740696' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25058078/posts/default/116860829802740696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25058078/posts/default/116860829802740696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jazzicalfarts.blogspot.com/2007/01/oh-fuck-how-great-can-my-friday-be-i.html' title=''/><author><name>jazzicalfarter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18353506274906491605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25058078.post-116852279018072324</id><published>2007-01-11T21:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-11T21:39:50.736+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm feeling sick. I should have just knew that Milo and Tom Yam Soup don't mix at all. And no, I don't feel sick due to the bottle of pink dolphin which Cindy shaked really hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm trying to get my life back on track. I realised that I had no life yesterday. Late night followed by an early one and late the next, so on and so forth. This is really bad. To be honest, yes Amanda, I've been procrastinating. My biggest downfall is my procrastinating and my sleep, or would I rather say it more bluntly, being lazy. Audrey is very lazy. Yes. Very.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My computer, or more of this shared computer I have in my house, is very screwy. Thanks to MSN. My heart thumps really fast when it jams or hangs. Goodness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you would have realised that this is a random post (as I think it's rather pointless I blog about the things I go about doing everyday), I've decided to well, "promote" this band. Alright, not promote but more of like create awareness. They're called Stone Sour. Frontman, was from Slipknot, name is Corey Taylor. I bet you must be going, "Slipknot...this is going to be really noisy." Haha. Well, not really and maybe. But taking to the account that they sound awesome Live, I think they fucking awesome. *hints to Weelyn* This is what I call good bands. They sound good on their album/records and live. That's the two most important factors, followed by good music and not just retarded plain crap take for example, Paris Hilton. I heard that she's dropping her career of being a singer (?) Alleluia. Haha. Well, Maxine, don't kill me. But she still is best at being a bimbo, she should stick to that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, so here it is. Stone Sour, with "Through the Glass". A song which woke me up a few days ago, thanks to my mom. She blasted the radio in my room. She knew only the radio could wake me up. This song is not that noisy. But I have to admit it, hear it too many times, you'll die. Haha. Reason for being so, this song is mainly made of only four chords, other examples, Chasing Cars by Snow Patrol, or Yellow by Coldplay. Well well huh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/hX2VSB-TShA"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/hX2VSB-TShA" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See the guitar in the middle, the one Corey is playing, I want that kind of guitar. I like the colour. Ok, so that's accoustic. Here's the live one but plugged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/J7sXaqHjY8M"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/J7sXaqHjY8M" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you weren't dumb enough to play both videos. If I were you, I'd have only played one. I'm getting of the song already. How sad. Indecisiveness. I'll put their link up sometime soon. The website is quite good. I like. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conversation of the day. It's really hilarious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mdm Chan: Who's your form teacher? The same?&lt;br /&gt;4/6: No...&lt;br /&gt;Mdm Chan: Who?&lt;br /&gt;4/6: Mrs Lim.&lt;br /&gt;Mdm Chan: Mrs Lim what? Lim Yong Keng (I'm not sure how to spell her name. Oh wells.)&lt;br /&gt;4/6: No...&lt;br /&gt;Mdm Chan: Then Mrs Lim what?&lt;br /&gt;4/6: Lim Bey Bey.&lt;br /&gt;Mdm Chan: You mean, Mdm Bey, Bey Yong Keng.&lt;br /&gt;4/6: LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, maybe only our side was laughing hysterically. And ended up with me, laughing the loudest. I have no idea, but it was really hilarious. To think, 4/6 thought Bey Bey is her chinese name. How dare they insult my idol/idle. Haha. Just kidding. Mdm Bey, don't get offended if you're reading my blog. You still rock my socks, those which hasnt been washed ever since 1991.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have not much comments on school. Its becoming a bore. I'm bored with life. I want something to happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Audrey Cullum&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25058078-116852279018072324?l=jazzicalfarts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jazzicalfarts.blogspot.com/feeds/116852279018072324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25058078&amp;postID=116852279018072324' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25058078/posts/default/116852279018072324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25058078/posts/default/116852279018072324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jazzicalfarts.blogspot.com/2007/01/im-feeling-sick.html' title=''/><author><name>jazzicalfarter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18353506274906491605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25058078.post-116842809853372077</id><published>2007-01-10T19:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-10T19:21:38.556+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>One word. One word just to describe the past few days. WONKY. Yes, wonky. I am sure to suffer from a serious nervous breakdown soon enough, be it fainting, or being over stressed. Oh wells.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still working on trying to look on the bright side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mrs Audrey Cullum&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25058078-116842809853372077?l=jazzicalfarts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jazzicalfarts.blogspot.com/feeds/116842809853372077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25058078&amp;postID=116842809853372077' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25058078/posts/default/116842809853372077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25058078/posts/default/116842809853372077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jazzicalfarts.blogspot.com/2007/01/one-word.html' title=''/><author><name>jazzicalfarter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18353506274906491605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
