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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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Monday, June 29, 2009, 11:46 PM
rhythm of the rain.
Listen to the rhythm of the falling rain,Telling me just what a fool I've been. I wish that it would go, And let me cry in vain, And let me be alone again. Meh I'm using "meh" alot these days. Found a couple of my parents' old records last night, never knew they existed, probably never cared even if they did. It's fantastic cause imagine rediscovering all your favourite songs in one box so of course I was very excited. It's a collection of oldies, 6 volumes in all with an average of 25 songs in each CD. I'm only up to volume 2 which I don't really have impressions on, but the songs from volume 1 all sound vaguely familiar. Like "Corinna Corinna" which I remember thinking of my third aunt everytime it comes on the radio, because her name is Coreena and it's pronounced the exact same way. Mum told me she used to play them for me alot before I started kindergarten which explains my love for classics. Nothing beats a rainy afternoon when you can curl up with a good book - Romeo and Juliet in this case - in your sanctuary, playing your favourite oldies. I don't know how I found the time to today, and I don't know if this will ever be possible again for the rest of the school term. I think it was because I really wanted to go for ballet this afternoon so I changed my tuition to tomorrow night, but either way my mood is always best during afternoons such as this one. I think everyone loves the slight drizzle too, a hundred times better than the usual sweltering weather. CCA is cancelled for the week because of the H1N1 influenza, so tomorrow, and Friday afternoon are free too but I think I'm going swimming if the weather permits. This is worrying because FOA is so incredibly near, and even if it's not our own production, even if we're all really really sick of this, I still don't want to put up a substandard play. The reason is pretty obvious. "TCN produces each and every performance with high standards." Have we forgotten? Moving on to Romeo and Juliet. No matter how hard I try I can't stop thinking of it as a stupid infatuation, spurred on by the obstacles they face which makes them want to be together more. Perhaps it's because I'm only up till the end of Act 3 so maybe I can't feel their true love yet, afterall they haven't died right. -_- But the whole thing just sounds retarded - love at first sight, the sudden exclaiming and confessions of love, the marriage proposal just hours after they meet for the first time. How do you determine love in a matter of days, much less hours? Most of all I have a problem with the superficiality, they actually fall in love completely and utterly based on looks! It's like they want to get married because they both return the apparent love to each other, because it's the first time they experienced the whole mutual thing. But I guess that's the way it was in the past, how sad. "Oh, she says nothing, sir, but weeps and weeps, And now falls on her bed, and then starts up, And "Tybalt" calls, and then on Romeo cries, And then down falls again." "O ROMEO, ROMEO, WHEREFORE ART THOU ROMEO?" Yah there's alot of funny things such as these. But at least it makes the whole thing super dramatic then you can at least imagine them doing all the extremely dramatized actions and speech. Oh yes and Juliet's only fourteen! How can she be ready to lose her virginity at fourteen omfg that is appalling. Meh R&J is cheesy to the max but along with it comes horny stuff too, which is a great comfort. /end. The morning part of today was extremely slack, slacker than all the elearning people out there. I had some council nominee duty so I went for 45 minutes of drama period (timetable changed), and then had to proceed to Science Centre for the thingy. All we had to do was sit down for the briefing for the ushering duty tomorrow, and then went to McDonalds to get extra-value meal - had $5 coupon for this somemore. Loved both sessions of ballet today, Miss Wendy did alot of constructive correcting just on bar work alone. We did the beginning part of the classical dance which was rather hard but very nice, eh YK remind me to teach you on Wednesday k! She also said that I have to change my ballet shoes really soon cause it's too small and my toes are all curled up. Meh I don't want to change. Okay there's nothing much already, I just want to share with you an incident which happened last night. I went to Lot 1 with my family to have dinner at some small Chinese village-y restaurant, and at the entrance there was this small oriental gong thing. Halfway through our dinner one little boy went to hit the gong continuously, so it was like, "Gong...Gonggong.. Gong.. Gonggonggonggong.." Well you get the idea. He did it for about 5 minutes or so, and all of a sudden this random skinny bald guy couldn't take it anymore, went up to him, and shouted damn loud, "OI!" I swear on my word it was so loud that the entire restaurant turned to look at him. I thought it was the little boy's father or something; I mean, how is it even possible for a random stranger to just shout at someone else's son like that? Surprise, surprise. Turned out that he wasn't. So the boy's mum and him exchanged a few angry words and she just stomped off, not wanting to pick a fight. On the other hand, my mum and I were being super evil, we wanted them to continously retort each other and blow the matter up cause then it would be really drama and stuff. Oh man bad karma bad karma. Though my dad said the random guy who shouted did look like an ex-convict which I totally agree with him. Okay but the thing is, my mum was a step more guai lan than me. When leaving the restaurant, she went to hit the gong like four times SUPER LOUDLY the whole restaurant turned to look at her, and then she ran away laughing. -_- Damn lame right! I think that's where I got my guai lan genes from! She told me that when she was younger her friends used to tell her, "你出去总有一天会被人家打到自己都不知道啊!" Doesn't that remind you of me?! I hear that alot from my friends too. Well and then she proceeded to tell me about how one time she went out with her friends, they went into a lift, and then there was this girl dressing super skimpily like wearing the might-as-well-wear-underwear kind of shorts. So my mum started singing happily right behind her, "半个月亮爬上来咯~" I have a very cool mum. Yah I guess that's all. I shall go and bathe and continue with wherefore art thou Romeo. Oh my gosh this is horrible why only 30 new H1N1 cases today! Seems like my hope for school to close next week can be forgotten. weelin (21 Jun 09, 09:13) - |