happy easter =D
learning journeys week rocks. an extra week for slacking. sure beats elearning where we stone in front of the computer and slog our way through neverending piles of work. ne fieldtrip was umm *coughcough* [stares at abi ho] yeah it was OKAY. weird moments at battlebox:

Abi and I enter battlebox together. Guide has warned us of THE voice. As we step in THE voice starts booming and echoing rather noisily down the half-lit corridors. Abi clings on to my arm. slightly afterwards we hear screams coming from a room slightly to our left. imperceptibly the pressure on my arm increases and nervous laughs are heard coming from the group. I clear my throat and hope for a let-up in the pressure on my arm.
we enter a room.
the room where negotiations took place apparently. men are seated around the table.
me: are these real people or wax figurines? *sorta reminds me of "where's the flagpole" doesn't it?*
some enlightened people proceed to inform me that they ARE indeed wax figurines. a certain enlightened one points out that the bag slung over the chair of the soldier could have been fashionable in modern times; if only the strap were longer.
I convey my deepest sympathy to the bag.

rs workshop was plain boring. I spent half the time spacing out and the other half talking crap with my ex-rs grp calyn zhen er yikai and kellie. the tchr was this umm batty old lady. quotes kellie/calyn, can't remember who: "only her hair is redeemable lah" I agree. at the same time I would like to point out that her hair looks like a typical ah-soh's; that is, with rollers in it. we all agreed that her skirt was pulled up way too high and that her nose looked like michael jackson's. calyn would then tell me to keep quiet but she would mysteriously burst into laughter and talk on about acp and acp's links to spongebob.
well at least science centre provided a worthy digression from sch work. the movie rocks =) we attempted to chiong all our physics qns so we could get home earlier and part of our chionging worked bcos kellie's bro was a volunteer there.

hooray for upbeat posts; I shall blog when I'm in happier moods. which is not very often but ahh heck. oh yes respond to tags! I hate taking up valuable space on the tagboard hah I'm weird.
guesswho: uhhh I don't really need to guess who you are I know! =P lamer liddat also must tag.
ming: haha HOMER SIMPSON, Irony, Sarcasm and Fun LOL peace man!
nic: no comments =D
kevy: haha and your idea of less cheem is? I shall not degrade into someone who's a total bimbo thank you very much.
denise!: go set up a blog lar. =) solves your problems hehe.
litz: ahhhhhh rightttttttt. I'm supposed to believe a rather hmm contradictory person LOL.
hehh shall go off now I've been on for a long long time. a beautifully long and not cheem post. *looks at kevy*

it's going to be damn different without you. oh well. inexplicably I'll miss you. despite the fact that I've been labelled as one of the coldest and most unfeeling person that she knows. and when the rain starts to fall I'll think of you and running down the amphi; running from the canteen to block j with that box of drinks. and a host of other crazy things we've done like walking down the steps backwards and *grins* planting tree labels.
swim carn was...okay. I didn't feel as enthu as I should have but hahahahahaha. =) I could say a thousand things and invite a lot of poking/teasing/prying or I could say nothing and leave it be.
I think I'll choose the latter option.
march hols means one step closer to everything.
well yeah I read that; it stretches a long way back but I finally understood why. sometimes you fail to see the goodness of life and you lose your way. but it's okay; have hope. =)

sectionals today. all it did was confirm what I already knew: that I'm lousy. philo has started to get interesting; not because of the teacher but because of the topic I don't understand why people have double standards can't they see are they so ignorant? they say ignorance is bliss but I desperately want to strike a balance and keep the fire burning.

I want to be alone. not that I don't want to be with all of you; not that I don't cherish the friendships; not that I think friends aren't important or anything - it's just that with people, especially human beings who have emotions, things get doubly messed up. I realised I'm becoming more and more like Bean, can't help it but I guess it's because I subscribe to his school of thought. but I guess that's what makes life interesting.

oh well I am really just staring at the screen and wondering if I should say something; anything at all. if I really do say something I'm scared I'll embarass myself yet the agony of looking is killing me. this brings to mind memories of 111's drama nite play last year. "I know! I press first...then I jump!" in this case what? I talk first and then sign out immediately?