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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, September 16, 2009, 11:59 PM
why are we willing to be played?
says:*you're weird
*you're not governed by emotions
*you're governed by impulses
Can it be any truer?
I'm not a very emotional person, maybe that's just what I feel, because I'm not all happy sad emo nervous confused angry excited scared shocked lumped into one.
I tend to lean more on the pissed side though. I am so extremely easily annoyed it's like every trivial matter irritates me. For example lunch period today. I am rolling my eyes. You can ask.
On the "governed by impulses" thing, I always (like everyday) do or say one thing and regret it the next second, which is bad, obviously. I think I need a bit of restrain, actually I've always thought so, but I'm always so eager to get my views across that I don't consider anything else. The plus side is that at least you know what I sincerely feel so you don't have to guess. I swear those people who bottle up everything are bloody, freaking scary.
I mean, they might be very very very bitchy inside.
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Okay so chem test today was fine, chem is fun! I flipped through my notes on Monday and did serious mugging yesterday - one of the rarer times procrastination actually turned out okay. So last night I realised that chem is pretty cool and that I should have mugged it earlier to feel The Pleasure of Chemistry. And not sleep 1/4 the lessons this term away, which made me feel pretty guilty because Mrs Siew is so nice and all.
So I had this "epic mugger moment" last night which made me want to mug chem till daylight. Impulsive? Well of course I didn't, I slept at 2. This is how to do it for last-minute mugging: Don't panic and make yourself love the subject, only then does the shit actually get into your brain. Really.
Yes I did the passion speech today too, and I don't want to redo it for a couple of reasons. Maybe to Mdm O it's alright but to the rest of the class it isn't fresh information anymore, won't be as reflective anymore, and the supposedly funny parts won't make people laugh anymore (though mine didn't have any, I think).. Nahh okay I'm satisfied with what I got and I don't want to come across as someone who's really hungry for marks.
She said I was making eye contact but I was clutching the script too tightly and she wants me to drop it entirely. No I will not do it again.
But anyway ballet today ended off with wobbling legs cause it was one of the more productive sessions. However it also reminded me that my body has its restrictions, hmm.
I can remember the most satisfactory ballet lesson I had which was in Primary 5 I think - I was being super mischevous and playful and earned myself 120 stomache exercises/leg lifts, which are very tiring if you do them properly. Actually it isn't that much now that I think of it, but for someone fat (this is not sarcasm or whatever I was really damn fat), sucked in sports (the longest distance I ran was 1.6 which was once a year), had weak techniques, no muscles all flabs, it wasn't exactly the easiest thing on earth.
So for the consecutive days my stomache muscles were aching terribly yet I felt immensely proud. Since then, whenever I get muscle aches I feel very accomplished. -_-
Blah okay bye SHIT - Sorry Honey It's Thursday. Tomorrow. I need my weekend sleep now!