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She is unpredictable, frequent moodswings. Sometimes she’s nice, and sometimes she’s not.
Her name is Yan Ying. 90% of the world can’t pronounce it properly, simple as it seems. But no one really cares so they just call her YY. She is not fond of people with the same name as her. She turns 14 on 6th September and she loves her birthday cause it is a sex symbol. She was from Yew Tee Primary and is still proud of her school. She will never forget the class of 6D’07, or the batch of P6’07. She is currently an idiot in Nanyang Girls High and it is a love-hate relationship. She belongs to 202’09 which she, to be honest, doesn’t feel much for. She is a Theatre Club girl and is more than proud to be one. She especially loves Emo Batch♥, and looks forward to devoting her next 3 years to TCN with much optimism. She does ballet with more than just passion but she can’t do a center split. She is trying her best and is currently aiming for a far-fetched distinction for Grade6. She loves hiphop just as much though she’s pretty new at it. Her favourite sport is swimming and she occasionally plays basketball as a form of stress-relief. She likes to be tan and loves her swimming tan line. The piano, is yet another love-hate relationship. Like most teenagers, her hobbies include MSNing, blogging, and youtubing and facebooking. She loves shopping and doing random stuff like gaying people, jumping over railings, walking in the rain, and having completely irregular sleeping hours. Unlike most teenagers, she thinks that rap music is trash. She also thinks that she is getting old cause she hates the songs the average listens to these days. She can’t explain her love for oldies, country music, ballads, and sentimentals. Nostalgic songs are the best. Her favourite bands are Michael Learns to Rock, The Beatles and Westlife. She loves too many singers to name them all. “Forevers” are bullshit as of now. The night speaks to her the way no one else can. Her favourite thing to do is to curl up with a book on a rainy afternoon in her room, where she feels safest in. Her favourite flower is a black rose, but on the contrary, she likes rainbows and hugs too. She is always torn between two. But she is determined when she sets her mind on something, so she wants the world to shut up and believe in her. Just watch.Tag
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Thursday, December 11, 2008, 11:59 PM
your "high"ness.
Things that you're afraid of:[] public speaking
[] staying single forever
[x] Rejection
[] being a parent
[] giving birth
[] being myself in front of others
[] open spaces
[] closed spaces
[] heights
[] dogs
[x] fish
[x] spiders
[] flowers or other plants
[x] that Scary guy... (if you mean guai pei peis)
[] being touched
[x] fire
[] deep water
[x] snakes
[] silk
[] the ocean
[x] failure
[] success
[x] thunder/lightning
[x] frogs/toads
[] my boyfriends/girlfriends dad
[] my boyfriends/girlfriends mom
[x] rats
[x] jumping from high places
[] snow
[] rain
[] wind
[] crossing hanging bridges (depends on the height above ground -.-)
[x] death
[] heaven
[x] being robbed
[x] falling
[x] clowns
[x] dolls
[] large crowds of people
[] men
[] women
[] having great responsibilities
[x] doctors, including dentists
[x] tornadoes
[x] hurricanes
[x] incurable diseases
[x] sharks
[x] Friday the 13th
[x] ghosts
[] poverty
[x] Halloween
[] school
[] trains
[] odd numbers
[] even numbers
[] being alone
[x] becoming blind
[x] becoming deaf
[] growing up
[x] creepy noises in the night
[x] bee stings
[x] not accomplishing my dreams/goals
[x] needles
[x] blood
[] dinosaurs
[] the welcome mat
[] high speed
[] throwing up
[] falling in love
[] super secret
If you get more than 30, I strongly recommend some counseling.
If you get more than 20, you’re paranoid.
If you get 10-20, you are normal.
If you get 10 or less, you're fearless.
People who don’t have any are liars.
From Weixuan's blog. 31, someone recommend a counsellor please?
And the indication beside "fish" is true, I can't stand slimy objects, and what's worse is that their eyeballs are like. Glued on them.
This morning I went for the total defence shoot, it was quite an experience although it only spanned a few days. I left at 11.30 after the voiceover and merlion section were successful, then went for some apparent "class" gathering.
6 people, might as well be "clique gathering".
But well, the other 24 people in the class somehow had some wonderful sixth sense, because it started to rain almost as soon as we bought our tickets and stepped into Escape Theme Park.
It rained and stopped, rained and stopped, in the end we only managed to step into the haunted house. Well $8.80 for a round in the haunted house, where I was looking down on the floor the entire time. 够划算.
Initially we were deliberating over whether to scam the counter that we are 12-year-old kids, but then there was this group of 12-year-olds infront of us and compared to them it was like 天 and 地 difference. Anyway we are 好公民s, 奉公守法 one. *innocent look, apparently forgetting who came up with the idea*
Thus, things to be pessimistic:
1) We took 358 around the town, and ended back at the interchange again, forgetting (or I'd say don't know when) to get off at Downtown East.
2) It rained, thus I got scammed of my $8.80.
3) I lost one of my red hoop earrings, undoubtly in the haunted house. Oh heavens.
Things to be optimistic:
1) Training our vocal cords in the haunted house.
So. Yah. We killed time by zilian-ing our faces off, feeling immensely glum and bored.
Spasticness. Goldfish.
And then Shichun and I started doing an exaggerated version of the standard act-cute-open-eyes-big-big-then-roll-eyes-up-and-distorted-disappeared-mouth lianxz pose. I know TKL will love this.
This is the original act cute version:
And a little more it would be:
--PICTURE TAKEN OFF BECAUSE OBSCENITY WAS OBSERVED--
--PICTURE TAKEN OFF BECAUSE OBSCENITYx2 WAS OBSERVED--
Some guy in orange skinnies. My best friend.
After some time the rain got heavier and heavier, damn heavy we decided to leave. Jiaying cabbed somewhere to meet her Baby (xD) while the rest of us bus-ed back to interchange with a very sullen expression on our face. But well, optimism came into mind. We thought the day would be extremely wasted if we go home just like that, after traveling from one end of Singapore to another to waste $8.80 plus bus and MRT fares, so we bought bubbletea, zilian-ed, window shopped, zilian-ed more.
:D
D:
Eleen went home first cause she didn’t feel like window shopping. We carried on and our “high” level got increasingly higher.
Lollipops, you act cute. Tsktsk.
Infact these little look-very-real stuff really brought us up. We went totally gaga over it, and Shichun got something for Eleen as a birthday present.
I just realized. My fingernail is still longer than Shichun’s when mine is short and hers is long. Don’t get it?
Yah and then we continued being high and randomly walked into stores and tried on weird clothing. No I won’t post them here cause I think I look very scandalous in them.
I guess we left the shopping mall around 5.45, Bernie bus-ed back while Hilary, Shichun and I took MRT all the way to Jurong East/Boonlay... Although time didn’t feel like it even passed cause we reached the peak of highness on our ride back home. Like, you can’t help feeling happy when you’re with people can you, no matter how down you just were. And then there’s this thing about me laughing more when people (in this case GSC) tells me to stop laughing, and then I laugh even harder, and then everyone else starts laughing too. My laughter is contagious.
So I laughed until I teared, I was so incredibly high something went wrong at the back of my head. I can’t remember what the hell we were crapping the entire hour about, except that there was one part where I 捉弄-ed Xiayu. And I kept 办-ing鬼脸 and looking at the pictures again and erupted into laughter and the whole cycle starts again. Hilary was terrified cause I seemed out of my mind.
As for now I shall let down my pride a little and let you view these evidences:
There are a few others which are SERIOUSLY “unputtable”, example the bottom left one.
I don’t know what’s with this childish tendency of mine but I like to take extremely unglam and ugly pictures of myself then stare at them and laugh non-stop for hours.
Pictures credited to yours truly and GohShiChun (who took most of my unglams ones xD), who is most probably falling asleep on her desk while chionging her 9 baozhangbaodaos. Jiayou my dear!
Thanks to Junjie I realized that my blogskin has some relation to the above song, "Just One Last Dance". The song's pretty good.
Lastly, I'm trying to motivate KahLoon to start picking up Jodi Picoult. (:
"When you don't fit in, you become superhuman. You can feel everyone else's eyes on you, stuck like Velcro. You can hear a whisper about you from a mile away. You can disappear, even when it looks like you're still standing right there. You can scream, and nobody hears a sound.
You become the mutant who fell into the vat of acid, the Joker who can't remove his mask, the bionic man who's missing all his limbs and none of his heart.
You are the thing that used to be normal, but that was so long ago, you can't even remember what it was like." - Nineteen Minutes.
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