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LINGON
BERRY
AVAL
ANCHE
This is a world of dreams and reverie, where I felt the stars explode around me. A grass blade flashed with a gleam as it slashed open a moonbeam, and I stared back breathlessly. As mountains of fruit tumbled out, I barely had the chance to shout; a lingonberry avalanche crashed over me.
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title: Hallelujah.
Monday 25 February 2008 AT 1:57 pm


Sarina has finally managed to get her chatbox done, praise the lord. Even though, well, most of the work seems to have been done by uhh...me. "Free labour", as Sarina very kindly put it during break today. I am so being exploited; I have got to stop being such a pushover. Tsk.
But oh well, at least now I can cyberbitchslap Sarina on her tagbox and flood it with obscenities when she gets the spelling of my sacred name wrong again.

Yes, it's sad but true; all my girls, save for Brenda (and Jelynn, who I didn't grill because I gave up), don't know how to spell my name. T^T
Oh, they get it pretty close, names like CATHERINA, CATERINA, CATARINA, or KATHERINA comes up. When can people stop assuming that my name has got an E in it? Does it even sound like it does? Yeah, so its got four syllables, big deal,just how hard can spelling out CATHARINA correctly be? Don't you get longer words than my name in GP, or has Ms Jam not been doing her job? Jeez! [Okay, sorry Ms Jam, I didn't really mean to drag you into this, heh.]

Well anyway, as a longer reply to Adel, this whole "Merrick" thing might just be a temporary obsession okay? I know you'll probably hit me over the head with your backpack if I tell you one fine day that I'm reverting back to Martin, but I have a reason if I ever do so.
I think Merrick's attached, okay? There's this girl who's perpetually hanging around him. I've seen her tugging on his sleeve, bag and shirt, and she basically just tails him everywhere. It's rather pathetic to watch, and frankly, it makes me quite sick. I know you can say that Martin's attached too, yes, but at least I don't see his girl going all lovey-dovey on him. If you really don't want me to go back to him being my principle EC, then I guess you can always murder Merrick's tagalong, or at the very least put her out of action. Haha!

Okay, this is turning out to be a really freaky, bitchy rant. I shall stop now before I say anything even more horrendous. Maybe I'll have an early night to sleep away the angst?
Alors, bonsoir, mes amis!

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Friday 22 February 2008 AT 1:19 pm


Kudos to Brenda and co for the chinese competition!
Also, congrats to Mel's group for getting 2nd place! Great job, y'all. :D:D

We stayed back after school from 1:30 all the way to around 6, getting our Literati banner, posters, pamphlets and bookmarks done. It's mostly all finished, and our banner is PRETTY. For all the time and effort we've put into it, it was worth it. So I went home by myself after that, since Mom had to go over to PJ to attend a parent's talk or some shit like that. And oh, I did see him, at the stadium amongst all the annoying year 1s. My 1st though was, "What the hell? Still in school at this time??" Heh. We saw each other from far ("yay" for my internal radar), but as I got nearer, he looked away, suddenly really fascinated with the contents of his bag. His friend though (not Brenda's guy, a girl) looked over and stared right at me till we'd passed them. Freaky.

I am so tired now, and I feel disgusted with myself because I stopped by BPP on the way back and bought McD's for dinner. Ugh. I hate my lack of willpower to stop ingesting carbs. Maybe I should start barfing up my meals. Hah, kidding.

Anyway, I'm now a blog-advisor. Yeah, wow.
Sarina has recently gotten a blog started with my help, and is now experimenting with the freaky-looking bunch of squiggly nonsense we call html. She seems to be picking up fine, thanks of course, to my fine tutelage and outstanding patience.
I am shamelessly plugging myself, haha. Just kidding, darl, you know I think you're a quick learner. ((: Remind me to post up links for diferent types of tagboxes next time okay?

I am yawning enough to split at the ears, so I assume my head'll thunk down on the keyboard in approximately 10 minutes or less. I shall stop that from happening now; it must be a sign that I should go offline when I make 5 mistakes in the typing of one short sentance.
So ciao, all. Oyasumi nasai!

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Thursday 21 February 2008 AT 12:48 pm


WRONG GUY!

I walked with Vas and Andrea to the sinks behind the canteen after school today and he was walking towards us with his posse. "Yay to me" so far. Then just as we crossed each other, he lifted his hand, twisted his head away and started messing with his hair. What perfect timing.
I'm trying to console myself with the fact that guys start preening when they see girls they fancy (according to some book or magazine), but it's not really working. All I'm asking for was a smile or even just a quirk of his lips. That can't be too much. To make matters ironical, as if it wasn't already interesting enough, it was BRENDA's "him" who grinned and waved goodbye instead.

WHAT THE HELL? WRONG GUY!!
Bren is going to whack me tomorrow.


And,
why do I always have to go for the WRONG GUYS?
I officially hate my life. Whichever person it was who said that girls born in the year of the snake will usually experience turbulence in the relationships department is so spot on. Dude, you are so freaky, you should totally have your own show. Thanks a lot.
Crap.

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Saturday 16 February 2008 AT 3:14 pm


Apologies for the abrupt hiatus, all.
My CTs have eaten up all my time, but they're officially over and done with, and I am resurfacing from the sea of notes and books and revision, thank god.
I am not looking forward to getting my results back; my papers and their responses are not pretty.

HOWEVER

The past couple days have been enjoyable, Valentine's included, surprisingly, but not for the obvious reason that's running through your mind. It was my last paper (Lit 1), so KarYee and I went down to town, beelined to Borders, and spent the rest of the day there, reading, browsing, talking and listening to the cds. I found Eclipse, so there was a chance for me to read a couple more pages before I got dragged off. For something that looks so mundane in words, it was fun. I am such a dork. Hah. And the next day was the girls' last papers, so we (again, for me) headed to Orchard. Initially, we planned to catch a movie, Sweeney Todd to be precise, but not all of us are eighteen yet, and the theatres that aren't as stringent in terms of ages restrictions have all stopped screening it already. I suggested Juno, but the rest weren't that interested, rats. I guess I'm going to watch it online then. So in the end, we just ended up strolling here and there and shopping. Well, most of it was done by me and Jel; the rest, especially Sarina, were so tired and dead on their feet that they merely tagged along and plopped down to rest wherever there were benches. Old women, the lot of them. (Just kidding, girls. Heh.)
Oh, and there was a surprisingly large number of japanese people around town that day. They were all sitting at the front of DFS, looking remarkably like well, refugees waiting for a food drop. Pleasingly enough, there were more of them, and younger ones, just across the overhead bridge at Far East. Unfortunately, all I could pick up from their conversation was that they were going to meet back up after 30 minutes. So much for having learnt the language; it seems like all my japanese has gone out the damn window. Anyway, Sarina cheered up immensely at the cute guys' presence, and dragged me to this lolita shop at the very end of a corridor called Haru. The stuff they have there were cute, and I found this amazing corset costume. We went to another jap store, Blood-somethingoranother. That was mostly goth-loli, but really nice all the same. Amirah actually found something she liked, which was rare, she doesn't usually go for such girly stuff. :D
And oh! I got my contacts done on that day as well! Shall have to go back the coming Friday to collect them, but I'm now trying out a sample pair they gave me. This attempt was much better than that botched time in Vancouver, where I stayed up till 3 in the morning before Uncle Henry could manage to pluck them out for me (a vacuum situation occured between my corneas and the lens hence they were sucked down and I couldn't remove the damn things). So people, don't be surprised when you see me without my glasses okay? ((:

WHY DO LONG WEEKENDS HAVE TO END SO QUICKLY? WHY??

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