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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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Wednesday, June 03, 2009, 11:57 PM
when people run in circles.
Today: LA Fest at ACSI, island creamery, sleep. It's okay, I'll exercise tomorrow. It's okay.The teachers thought Slimology was really good, but I seriously doubt the P3-P4 kids understood it with all the profound terms thrown at them. They did look very lost, can't blame cause I think I wouldn't have understood it back then too. Still I can't get over how well-written the script is, revised or not. In any case, I enjoyed myself today and it was quite a good opportunity since I don't have much acting experience. So lights, sounds, scripting, and acting are all down as of today, and I think I'll most probably try out for lights for production next year since it's my interest. I'm feeling epic-ly sian about FOA cause I really don't feel like touching TLP at all after 8 April; rehearsals start next week.
"Our reasons are much the same. And no matter how much it may seem like a huge conspiracy, with magazines and television eagerly shoving this twisted ideal female in our faces, no matter how much it may seem like a huge cycle of money from the people to the media to the centers and never back again, it isn’t. Sometimes horrid things just kind of...happen."
Shall go refer to Denise's blog and blog the rest of today. Hmm so in all there were Melissa, Shu Min, Daphne, Teresa, Delena, Denise, Rachel Low, Celine, Amanda Lam and I who went. Had to reach NY at 730 so I woke up at freaking 630 with fugly triple eyelids again. Anyway the classroom at ACSI was really mini but that's okay since we expected it already, NN was more pissed off over the fact that we were enclosed in cement, so the noise we made just bounced off horribly. As in it's air-conditioned so it was completely enclosed. And then I made this joke which was totally unfunny:
Qn: Why are ACSI classrooms' walls all made cement?
Ans: -
You can guess and ask me personally cause I shall be careful with what I write here tsk. The keyword lies in cement though, do twist your thinking abit. Anyway, we performed four times but it wasn't that bad since it was just a 15-minutes play, and the last one had just four audiences like wow. I thought the set was totally cool (will kope pictures over to fb after NN uploads them on flicker) and the lighting effects on the filled 1.5-litre bottles was super pretty. Lights work magic.
By the way, it's slim-o-logy, not freaking slime-o-logy like how some teacher pronounced it. It's not a freaking play about slime fyi. Lunchtime was irritating cause there were these two really desperate RI guys following us around, I trust they are sec twos? After awhile we came up with the conclusion that they are gays and were following NN around instead, which can be quite possible! Since he certainly does look very.. unique. With all his flabs, so probably they are the type of gays that like severely obese guys. Which brings me to the point about our ridiculous made-up-experiment-which-we-didn't-try-out.
Well there's this guy nicknamed Barney/Bunny who's a student helper who had to camp in our room, and NN wanted to test out what type of girl he likes. The cute one, the gentle one, the tough one, the fleshy one, the super skinny one, the taller-than-him one, etc, "so we can actually send out different girls to ask favours from him." He's Melissa's ex-classmate coincidentally, and she said he found us very freaky and intimidating, since I guess we were totally loud and direct when we speak. I can still remember this article in Life! on the stereotyping of elite schools, and I believe they said that NYGH girls are "quiet, reserved, down-to-earth". Like hello 我们跟时代进行, the alumnis may have been like that in the past but not us.
Back to the despo RIs, they popped in a few times to watch and even took a picture of us. If they upload it somewhere I'll really get very very pissed off. Anyway, one of them added Daph and I on FB, so I wrote on his wall, "go fag yourself, kthxbai. despo." and deleted him, which is apparently a very Teresa thing to do. Speaking of that, remind me to clear my FB friend list soon, haven't had time to check who some of the new people are. Btw the one who added us is some cheena fag from ShenYang, China. *inserts bunch of racist insults here* Disgusting.
Thou shalt not blog the packing up part of today. It was.. disturbing. And Teresa was very agitated, I think more than I was. bitch bitch bitch i can't believe teachers like that exist.
Anyway! After going back to school, unloading and shifting the stuff up to M4-O4 and the drama store, some of us went to Island Creamery. I had Cookies & Cream and Burnt Caramel. Tried the Burnt Caramel for the first time and it tasted funny, Cookies & Cream is still my favourite of the favourites. Somehow after icecream I became extremely tired almost immediately and fell asleep while waiting for my mum to pick me up, went up the car and continued sleeping, arrived home and continued sleeping on the sofa. Was woken up a little after seven-thirty so I decided against going for ballet, cause by the time I get there it would be after eight already. Oh well.
I guess that's about all for today. I shall skip the part about hypocritical people (nope, nothing that happened in ACSI) even though I'm bloody furious, and shall instead go straight to the main point of this entry - a song from the 80s which L showed it to me yesterday, Luka by Suzanne Vega. It's like I've heard it before yet I haven't, but either way it's like rediscovering a good song and I absolutely love that feeling. It's going on for the 35th time on my playlist now, my current addiction. Song's about child abuse, but it's in a major key.
"We kept it in a major key. I had written it that way deliberately, because the stereotype of a sad little boy on a doorstep suffering in a minor key made me furious. It seemed to me that most children who are abused regularly are sad and scared in the beginning but also eventually accept it as a fact of life, as something you might even expect. There is a matter-of-factness that develops. So I chose a major key, which we kept." - http://measureformeasure.blogs.nytimes.com/2008/06/18/surviving-the-hits/
And I'm wondering if such a great song like this would make it in the music industry today, since all everyone cares about is Pokerface and all that shit.
"I think the secret to Luka being a hit, besides the theme being of interest to listeners and journalists, and besides the points you already listed, is it is really singable. Some songs are just instant sing-a-longs. Luka is one of those. The simplicity of the phrases makes the lyrics unforgettable, the simplicity of the melody makes singing along unavoidable.
Everybody sings along to that song. It’s like Bohemian Rhapsody or Don’t Stop Believin’ or Lucy In The Sky With Diamonds or Raindrops Keep Fallin’ On My Head. You can’t help it, you have to sing."
It's very true, I got it the second time I heard it. Hope you will too.
"Luka" - Suzanne Vega
My name is Luka
I live on the second floor
I live upstairs from you
Yes I think you've seen me before
If you hear something late at night
Some kind of trouble. some kind of fight
Just don't ask me what it was
Just don't ask me what it was
Just don't ask me what it was
I think it's because I'm clumsy
I try not to talk too loud
Maybe it's because I'm crazy
I try not to act too proud
They only hit until you cry
And after that you don't ask why
You just don't argue anymore
You just don't argue anymore
You just don't argue anymore
Yes I think I'm okay
I walked into the door again
Well, if you ask that's what I'll say
And it's not your business anyway
I guess I'd like to be alone
With nothing broken, nothing thrown
Just don't ask me how I am [X3]
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