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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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Saturday, August 08, 2009, 11:59 PM
i hear the voice of the mystic mountains.
If blogger screws up on me one more time, I'm going to switch to lj. I think this is the only way I can convince myself to, though I've been drawn to it's neatness a long time ago, because a change after four and the half years will certainly feel weird. Besides, during this whole "blogger is a such a bitch thing", everyone's suddenly changing though more to wordpress? Like my cousin and KL, hmm.Aha, it feels funny when you sleep longer hours for afternoon naps than when you do in the night. Yesterday I came home from school and slept for five hours, imagine the surprise I felt when I saw the clock after I woke up. YK didn't come over cause she had to mug, I forgot that she hasn't had her tests yet. So I continued reading Cecelia Ahern's "If You Could See Me Now" and finished it then. I've read it once before, about a year and the half back, so this is the second time I've read it. Think I can quite confidently say that it's my second favourite book after JP's Nineteen Minutes, of course. I'm planning to reread that one only after EOYs, because I can remember the emotional attachment (seriously) I felt towards the characters and the story weeks after, benchmarking it to every other book for the subsequent months. So that's not very good haha, oh well the power of good books. ![]() It's plain bittersweet, aww. Kind of hard to explain the plot and stuff here because it would be really lengthy for this one, a paragraph or two wouldn't be enough at all, and you know how I hate having to leave out details. But wow, idea's super original, I like it better than PS. I Love You even. And it's definitely not the cliche teenage romance shit which you know I'd hate to lay my hands on, like You-Know-What which caused millions of opinionless, mindless fangirls to surface. Hmm. I think Cecelia Ahern's an awesome writer. Jodi Picoult writes the kind of realistic, questions-hard-to-answer books, while on the other hand Cecelia Ahern writes the fantasy and bittersweet kind. It's very different writing styles, with a personal touch to each, but their books are equally soul-searching and they remain in your head for quite some time after. CA has one of the richest imaginations among the other authors whose books I've read, like how she can visualize alot of things that don't exist, create new places, new ideas and stuff. And that is coupled by her language area which is just as good, though not in the bombastic way, it was just so good that I feel like quoting half the book. I just thought "If You Could See Me Now" is a very meaningful book, was even reading it in tears at some parts. It's really worth the read and it's not all about romance, romance and romance only, there's a great deal too on her childhood trauma which was very well developed and the whole thing about imaginations running wild. I love the ending. "Imaginary friend, invisible friend, call us what you like. Maybe you believe in us, maybe you don't. The point is, it's not important. Like most people who do truly great work, we don't exist to be talked about and praised; we exist only to serve the needs of those who need us. Maybe we don't exist at all, maybe we're just a a figment of people's imaginations, maybe it's pure coincidence that children of the age of two, who can barely speak, all decide to start making friends with people only adults can't see. Maybe all those doctors and psychotherapists are right by suggesting that they are merely developing their imagion. Or humor me for a second. Is there possibly another explanation that you haven't thought about for the entirety of my story? The possibility that we do exist. That we're here to help and assist those who need us, who believe in believing, and who can therefore see us. I always look on the positive side of things, I always say that with every cloud there's a silver lining. Truth be told, and I'm a firm believer in the truth, for a while I was struggling with my experience with Elizabeth. I couldn't figure out what I had won, all I could see was that my losing her was one big black stormy cloud. But then I realized as every day went by, and I thought about her every second and smiled, that meeting her, knowing her, and above all aloving her, was the biggest silver lining of all. She was better than pizza, better than olives, better than Fridays, and better than spinning, and even these days, when she is no longer with us - and I'm not supposed to say this - but of all my friends, Elizabeth Egan is by far my favourite." And he couldn't be with her in the end because he had done his job helping her, he had to move on to help other lonely people, so she couldn't see him anymore. Either way it would be impossible because she would age and have a birthday each year while he'll just stay the same, and even if visible to her, invisible to everyone else. You can say that he was the one who took her by the hand, made her drop her obsession with neatness, organization and perfection, and showed her the fun in life. There's another more general excerpt which I like alot so I'll probably post that in my next entry. /. NDP yesterday was okay. Just a pity I didn't get to hear Miss Teng and the other sec two teachers sing, or see my class's mascot, cause I was stationed at a sec 3 venue. At least I was doing "backstage" with Zhiping (and a sec 3 councillor), who's seriously pretty nice! I was trying to restrain my OCD with proper backstage procedure, closed curtains and all, cause it was just some mascot competition. -_- I think it's natural after being in T for a year and the half, heh. Then I got back to class, initially intended on a class photo, but nevermind. So I ended up taking pictures with clique instead. ♥ ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() HAHA LOOK AT ME SO GLAM RIGHT. Clique photo in red T-shirt reminded me of CNY'08, so I went to dig for these: ![]() ![]() Mm I know what you are thinking. I think so too. (: Can't wait for Monday! Yes, Bugis again but that's how much we're dying to shop. I was a little annoyed at first, when she pulled us aside, but I guess sometimes she says things that actually make alot of sense. But there's not much that we can do either if people are not willing, right? Some people just fold their arms, think they're too good to be involved in class issues, others just want to mug all day. And then there's also the people who reject ideas like they're some big nobody, but don't give constructive comments themselves - or you've probably never tried standing there in front before. You know it's true. Then there are those people who tried pulling everyone together, tried to be enthusiastic, but well since no one else is, they give up as well, don't care anymore. And for the first time, ahh, I realised she is genuinely concerned. /. Last night during piano lesson my cousin was talking about her poly life and some parts were totally hilarious. Her class has people who are 21 and go back to the maturity level of primary school kids (eg parents complaining), and she described the plain childish and immature incidents so well that I couldn't help but laugh. Then she mentioned that she missed wearing school uniforms, hmm, guess I'll have to agree with that. Wearing your own clothes and stuff to school does seem cool, but wearing a school uniform has a more "读书的感觉". And it kind of represents youth, don't you think so? Maybe I'm a mugger at heart!!! This kind of reminds me of Monday morning when I had my first taste of its expectations. It was like scary, cool, amusing all combined into one. I was awed by how organized it took place - military style would be best to describe it - shall not give anymore details heh it was a.. different experience. Guess this means no more getting caught by the LD or Tieh as I so frequently was last year, oh man I remember someone telling me I would be brainwashed to follow school rules. /. Blocks were generally fine, it's over so I won't go into detail about it. Math was most okay while physics was death. And people say math and physics are very closely related to each other, tsk. /. Romeo and Juliet the movie was good. It was quite different at some parts though, from the book, nowonder the teachers only let us watch it after the blocks. Nevertheless it was very thoughtful of them to do a screening of it. Act 1 to 2 was damn damn damn hilarious (I LOVE MERCUTIO!) but Act 3 to 5 was seriously quite sad, after Mercutio's death actually. You never feel good when the joker - don't think Batman - of the show suddenly turns from this cheeky, light-hearted person to serious, angry, and tearful. Apart from the spastic eyebrow twitch Romeo did when he kissed Juliet for the last time which was totally anti-climatic, I think they acted it out very well. And apart for the Friar Lawrence who looks very evil. I know alot of people are talking about how many gazillion times R&J smooched but I guess it's essential in showing how passionate they were for each other, like I'm sure you can really feel the "aww" can't you? Some people were laughing from start to end but I'm sure you feel goosebumps and that tingling sensation too! Sadistic Nanyang girls clapped and cheered when Romeo/Juliet died. And I remember an article on elite stereotypes which pointed out NY to be down-to-earth, quiet and reserved..? Romeo was really funny though, when he's lovesick/rolling on the floor crying. And Juliet was so sweet and pretty! But I also think that Romeo was abit lusty like he was really hungry for Juliet especially during the balcony scene where her cleavage was super exposed. Xinyi said her boobs were too big for a fifteen year-old. The butt scene was necessary it was not extra how else would you know they had their consummation already. Hmm I want to watch the Leonardo Dicaprio one, Mdm O said that that the dying scene was so touching that some people really cry. -_- /. Was fooling about with Shumin on Monday. She is so adorable, I love my sissy! ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() /. My brother's been asked to perform for teachers' day again, with his crush/girlfriend whatever. So anyway he asked me to help him choreograph actions/abit of dance and I'm going to make it as cheesy as possible, ho hum I'm sure it'll be cute seeing your lil bro do stuff like that on stage. :P /. Dance today was hard, everyone was out of breath by the end of it. But that's not the main point the main point is that STEPHPANG WAS AT DANCE TODAY omg I was totally surprised to see her haha. She wants to get into MAD and I'm sure she can since she dances so well. Yay look forward to seeing her next week! /. hilary (31 Jul 09, 19:11) /. You know, I just realised that we're not that different afterall. I despised you for doing whatever you did, thought it was a really mean thing to do, but then I've come to realise that I subconsciously do it too. Or was it that I've learnt from you? It's fun though isn't it, it's the kind of challenge that we both enjoy? We just probably don't realize the consequences that come after, or maybe we do but we don't care, because it isn't us that suffer the most in the end. |