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I'm damn tired Dx

And actually have nothing to post about.

But then again, I'm glad I'm not as stupid as some other people who offer to write about anything people ask. I shall think of something to post about later kekekeke.

TS:D:D:D:D:D:D

YESSSS IT IS OVARRRR.

Oh my tian after so many days of madness I'm happy but bloody tired too. I mean, it does take energy to scream around on stage in characters that don't fit your personality. okay. I mean, do i look like some old auntie to you?! Or a pms-y exec for that matter?!

Oh second thought, TSD people, dont answer that question.

But anyway, I'm glad we made it. Groupees we OWN, couldn't have done it without you guys(: I know we all have issues but I guess they come together to make up the group right? Thanks for dealing with this painful techie/non-actor in the process. I love you guys la. And we are all in transit right, from this play to our next~ Jiayou guys!

Then to my TSD batch, you guys rock la. I think memories of wandering into the TSD room at 9pm in a half daze to find costumes, scripts, props, sofas and people lying everywhere in the room is one that I will keep for the rest of my life. If our dedication to the subject is not touching, it is at least amusing.

I'd end off the post with a quote from my play but, hurhur, i think part of the catharsis after the play was to let the entire hunk of my brain that got sectioned out for memorising script leak out of my ears. ah well.

kekekekekeke.

For once in a super duper long time I am at home for lunch. ~whee~ my mum cooks wonders

yes, sitting here drinking coke, talking and whacking on my computer is the best thing evarrrrr.

Anyway, I'm sitting opposite my sister who is busy being her animated self, waving her arms around trying to make her point. she looks like a jellyfish. A skinny outspoken jellyfish. xD

kiddos

This post is dedicated to my cousins who are seriously the most retarded but the most cute people I ever seen.

Between those 3 eight-year-old triplets and my 3 godsisters, I could just explode and die after tonights dinner. I guess thats what comes out of being wedged between the adults and the children. I mean, in case you haven't noticed I'm not stellar at dealing with small people, let alone attempt to entertain them.

But my triplet cousins are epic. Let us recount a typical conversation.

Ruth: So guys, what do you want to do...

Anne: No, dont ask them they are going to make us...

MichaelDavidAmanda; SILLY SONGS!!! :D:D:D:D

Ruth: Whaa?!

Anne: NOOOOOOOoooooooo you are going to end up singing that cebu song!

Michael: Ohya...CE-BUUUUUUU

David: SAYYYYYYYYYYYYYY-BOOOOO

Amanda: sehhhhh-BUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU

(repeat in a cacophony)

Ruth:...oh my tian

Anne: told you so.

Let's try an even more funny one:

Ruth: So guys, how's school?

Amanda: Ohhh, chehcheh ruth, school is good! I got into the BEST CLASS you know! All my friends went to 3D but I went to 3B!...

Ruth: Wow, er, yay?

Amanda: YA! But I need to work hard...

Ruth: Thats a goo-

Amanda: And you know ah, Dave is top in class too! For all three subjects! He got 96/100 for maths, 60/60 for english and 80/80 for chinese!

Ruth: Wow I never got...

David: OH chehcheh Ruth! Did I tell you that Mike did well too, he got 92/100 for math...

Amanda: But not as good as Dave!

David: Ya, but anyway he got (insert more marks here) Then I got 96/100 for math, 60/60 for english...we'll be in the same class next year!

Ruth: ...

Michael: CHEHCHEH RUTH did i tell you what manda got! She is in the best class you know! All her friends went to 3D but she went to-

David: Wait, wait, I was going to tell her that!

Amanda: Chehcheh ruth you know michael did well too, he got 92/100...

Michael: but not as good as Dave

Amanda: But they same class next...

You get the idea. Hahaha, it must be amusing to have siblings that are born at the same time. They have triple the amount of things to say and brag about, and they will never have problems in public speaking because we always get the message. Because, power of 3, we heard it on loop.

I interrupt this crazy stream of script-form retardedness to bring you

Hm, I typed that sentence then realised I hadn't thought of what to write...OHYES.

Ah well, today there was the sadly underattended finale of YFC. It was a damn fail project from beginning to end (I hope like hell my group members aren't reading this) from the day I sat down, said the word "balloons" then argued for hours straight with Ruolin to get the initial proposal out till the end when we are all bloody unwilling to tie up loose ends while I simultaneously argue for hours straight with Ruolin.

In fact, I'm starting to think that when I see Ruolin, I reflexively formulate something to argue about. And to all of you out there, WE DO NOT BICKER. (I swear, the number of people who say that me and Ruolin "bicker" is so damn high that if I lined them up in a row and made them buy one item from my YFC project each, we would spontaneously clear all the stock many times over)

But anyway, when I look back on the damn thing, I feel like I just walked through a tornado and now I'm looking back at it. I guess I should be grateful for things I learnt, even up till today when the project finally drew to a close. I don't know whether to laugh or to cry when I think about those times I spent sprinting from end to end of school to take items, chase team members, call mr seah and all that jazz, or those times I shouted at Ruolin until my voice died, or those times I went high on lack of sleep and ended up acting like britney on crack, or those times I learnt that 10X5 is not 25, 110-2 is not 119 and that 2+6=8 while I soloed stock counting and all that crap.

But esp today, you realise that CIP in Singapore is damn fail. Like they make SR nathan come down to a Lecture Theatre that is about half full, present tokens to about half the winners that are supposed to be present, then make me give a certificate to a non-existent mentor and receive one from a non-existent NPO together with equally non-existent groupmates. It actually was funny.

Haha, and this was a fail project. How the successful ones work, I have no bloody idea xD

Hm, I think I won't attempt another post on teachers. I think I seriously scared ais and a bunch of others on how I find ways to bully my teachers.

Ais: "You are such a nuisance in class?" =points at blog= QUOD ERAT DEMONSTRANDUM.

Oh come on, I bet my teachers secretly love me. I mean, what's there not to love in the disobedient outspoken student in the last row of class taking breaks between doing other work to take potshots at their tutorials? O:-)

Speaking about last row politics. Many people (i.e. wei te) ask me why I sit there because I do my tutorials anyway so I (technically) have nothing to fear. Well, since I'm still in a bad scriptwriting mood, I think this discussion I had with Mr Lim (the math one) ought to explain it.

(ruth enters class late and crashes in the back most row)

Ruth: (realising the rest of her non-econs click has mysteriously evaporated between chem and math) Hey, why am I alone in the back row?!

Mr Lim: (saunters to the back to give ruth worksheet) Why must you sit there all the time anyway?

Ruth: Sir, the board looks different from here.

Mr Lim: What, really?

Ruth: (nods convincingly) Yes sir. If i sit in front, I wont recognise the board anymore.

Mr Lim: But what is so different?!

Ruth: You see Mr Lim, from the back row, I need to peer through this ...forest of guys (points to HeShi YiMing Jimmy) to see the board.

Mr Lim: ...

Ruth: Sir, where is your sense of adventure! What fun is it if the board is right in front of you?!

Mr Lim: Oh just do your worksheet.

But then again, it takes two hands to clap simultaneously in retardedness. For example:

Janissa: What are you doing in the back row Ruth?

Ruth: Ma'am, the board looks different from here!

Janissa: Then I think you should get used to how it looks from a different angle. (super serious look)

I swear, Janissa can use her eyepower to move me to the front row D:

Mr Lim: In my 5 years of teaching, I have memorised all these values by heart!

Varun: HA? Sir, you've been teaching for 5 years?!

Mr Lim: yeah...actually 5.5

Varun: Wait so you went to MJ then to RJ?

Mr Lim: er...ya...

Varun: So, you mean teachers in Singapore don't need to start from primary school and work their way up?!?!?!

Class: (to Varun) ...

Mr Lim: Oh my god, I think if i taught in primary schools i'll be in prison for murder already...you spend 80% of the time just trying to keep them quiet.

Class: =general laughter=

Ruth (looking up from Guides work): Yeah, I don't think he will survive, he can't even keep us quiet.

Mr Lim: hahahahahahaha

Class: =general laughter=

Mr Lim: hahahaha-

wait, ruth, (serious face) that is not funny.

Class: =laughter and pandemonium=

Ruth: Quod Erat Demonstrandum.

oh what the hell. seriously. What the hell.

epicness

My teachers are amazing:

Ruth: Dr. Wong, what do you think about taking 2 H3s?
Dr. Wong: Well, if you want to you can apply to (insert long thing that i didnt listen to here)
Ruth: Well, you see, I was thinking of dropping to H1 physics...
Dr. Wong: =chokesplutterchokesharpintakeofbreath= but...(gasp)but...YOUR PHYSICS IS NOT THAT BAD WHAT.
Ruth: No but you see, I'd rather take pharm chem than physics, I dont really like it...
Dr. Wong: NO! NO! You...you...(gasp)cannot...RUTH CHEMISTRY IS NOT AS IMPORTANT AS PHYSICS >:[

That was bloody scary. For those who don't know, Dr Wong is a Chem teacher who was trying to talk me into pharm chem just a little while back. No, I'm not kidding, those were her exact words.

Mr Lim: 6S, as you know, I'm not..erm...teachi-

Ruth (from the back of the class): he's ditching us!

Mr Lim: You cannot say I'm "ditch"ing you all, I'm just going to teach J1 because the new RA teacher is teaching J2!

Ruth: HE'S DITCHING US!

Mr Lim: No, no! I'm...I'm...nevermind, your teacher is a really nice person.

Ruth: HE'S DITCH-...wow she's going to get bullied by us

Mr Lim: Don't worry, I'm going to warn her about you.

Ruth: ...

Come to think of it, I'm a really nuisance in class.

Its not H3, its H8.

All this talk about H3s is eating my brain.

Everywhere I walk in school, people are either asking me about H3s, talking about their own H3s or doing the first in order to do the second. Maybe I'm so annoyed about it because I don't like thinking about it. It all seems pretty simple to me, just take whatever interests you la. but then again, you shouldn't listen to me because I applied based on the course titles.

Anyway, pharm chem proved to be strangely engaging, not because I understood anything, because I didn't but because I got pretty amused watching the rest of the LT. Its like, all those elite brains crammed in a small space and every time the lecturer said a statement at supersonic speed, there was a collective "?!?!?!?!" moment where all the brains seemed to simultaneously gasp for oxygen trying to process what she was saying. Its like, an aura of "hhhhuuuhhh?" that comes in waves. But as the lecture progressed I think everyone got the idea that this was something we weren't meant to understand. Or maybe that was just me while everyone else got used to the pace of the lesson and were happily plotting the molar extinction constants of spectrometers.

Ah well, whichever one I end up taking, I think, I predict I'm going to die so bad its not even funny. But anyway, for now, I'm just going to bask in sadistic joy at everyone else dying and squirming to choose a H3. Oh yes, and the image of the dazed look the timetabling people will give me if I tell them I want to take H3 chem, H3 math, H1 physics and H2 TSD. And before all of you get on my case about how retarded that combi is, don't worry, it should be out the window once I run it past my parents.

new blog?

hurhur, I can't believe I'm doing this. Time to answer a few questions.

I don't know why I'm starting a blog, if anyone can find me a reason, feel free to remind me. Maybe its because I'm dying of boredom while i lose my sister to nanowrimo, maybe its because I'm at a deep sense of loss without tutorials to do, maybe its because I'm waiting for clarence to bbo or maybe its because I'm looking for a depository for these long consonance-ridden statements.

Yes, I have tried this before. I remember the last time I tried this. The blog was like one of those snails I used to keep as pets, an ugly thing left to shrivel and die from neglect. Ah wells.

And, the name is lame, don't need to tell me. But I thought I better put it up there before I get similar lame things all over my chatbox. Yes, there is no logic in that but I don't care.

But anyway, welcome to my blog. I guess.