name: Ariel T♥
gender: Female
I'm:
Introspectively retrospect
& flawlessly flawed.
But I'm about as shallow as you are.
Monday, July 30, 2007
At last!
An everlasting source of water is mine.
And mine alone.
No more disowning of any bottles.
This one's mine :D
An everlasting source of water is mine.
And mine alone.
No more disowning of any bottles.
This one's mine :D
Wednesday, July 25, 2007
I've gone piggy-bankrupt!
I've spent every single cent in my piggy bank, right down to the smallest, dirtiest 5 cent coin - I've spent it all.
Urgh. No thanks to Heritage Day.
I'm broke!
And I'm going crazy.
I have so many assignments and tests to study for and...
URGH!
URGH!
URGH!!!
I've spent every single cent in my piggy bank, right down to the smallest, dirtiest 5 cent coin - I've spent it all.
Urgh. No thanks to Heritage Day.
I'm broke!
And I'm going crazy.
I have so many assignments and tests to study for and...
URGH!
URGH!
URGH!!!
Tuesday, July 24, 2007
This week is gonna be so darn crazy for me.
Tests!
Othello!
Studying!
Taking long clean baths!
Writing in my journal/s!
My cute lamp :)
I can't imagine surviving a week or two without my precioussss pocket money, which has been used for paying tickets (Heritage Day by RV, no less).
URGH.
Money money money.
It's so funny.
In a rich man's world.
Tests!
Othello!
Studying!
Taking long clean baths!
Writing in my journal/s!
My cute lamp :)
I can't imagine surviving a week or two without my precioussss pocket money, which has been used for paying tickets (Heritage Day by RV, no less).
URGH.
Money money money.
It's so funny.
In a rich man's world.
Monday, July 23, 2007
Fallen - Lauren Wood
I can't believe it,
you're a dream coming true.
I can't believe how
I have fallen for you.
And I was not looking,
was content to remain.
And it's ironic
to be back in the game.
You are the one
who's led me to the sun.
How could I know
that I was lost without you...
And I want to tell you,
you control my brain..
And you should know
that you are life in my veins.
You are the one
who's led me to the sun.
How could I know that
I was lost without you...
I can't believe it,
you're a dream coming true.
I can't believe how
I have fallen for you.
And I was not looking,
was content to remain.
And it's erotic
to be back in the game.
*It's a 1980s song. The lyrics are sweet! I've added it to my playlist ;) Though I have "no dream coming true"...
Haha.
I can't believe it,
you're a dream coming true.
I can't believe how
I have fallen for you.
And I was not looking,
was content to remain.
And it's ironic
to be back in the game.
You are the one
who's led me to the sun.
How could I know
that I was lost without you...
And I want to tell you,
you control my brain..
And you should know
that you are life in my veins.
You are the one
who's led me to the sun.
How could I know that
I was lost without you...
I can't believe it,
you're a dream coming true.
I can't believe how
I have fallen for you.
And I was not looking,
was content to remain.
And it's erotic
to be back in the game.
*It's a 1980s song. The lyrics are sweet! I've added it to my playlist ;) Though I have "no dream coming true"...
Haha.
Saturday, July 21, 2007
Just got home from OBS yesterday. OBS was:
100% tiring
30% enjoyable
100% sore muscles
50% life lessons
It wasn't exactly enjoyable at the very least, in my opinion, but you learn about yourself. Every day, you had to pitch your tents and unpitch them. There was no electricity and you survived on bread and biscuits every single day. You might not be able to bathe or brush your teeth for days and you're subjected to the "harsh" conditions of nature. Mind you, I didn't brush my teeth for two days.
If I ever have to eat another biscuit for the next few weeks, I think I'd rather starve. When I got back yesterday, I ate sushi as though there was no tomorrow. I was freaking deprived of proper food...
Despite all, OBS did achieve its goal of having everyone learn an important value. I managed to learn about perseverance and relying on oneself. Especially so, when you have some retarded classmate/s in your watch (aka group). Those who are perpetually hungry or can only talk about HL milk...
Oh, my watch was named Cook. As in Mount Cook, not cooking. There was me, Emily, Veron, *ahem*, *ahem* and a few other people from 3A and 3G. Cook was crazy love. We helped each other, and it was 12 against 2 most of the time. The two are the ones who either ate non-stop or were crazy about HL milk...
Anyhow, my greatest moment was when I trudged along with the others during the trekking. I walked for about 10-odd km carrying a bloody heavy 15kg+ backpack filled with food items, a big silver cooking pot and utensils. At the same time, I helped to carry someone's tent, 2 lifejackets and 3 2-litre water bottles filled with water. That was about another 18kg+ or so.
Haha. I'm so darn proud of myself for trekking and carrying the whole way!
Everyone (with the exception of the two retarded classmates who couldn't carry their own tent and kept complaining or sighing; HL milk anyone?) did a fantastic job as well! The ever-nooby Grace managed to carry her backpack which I presume was equally heavy. Veron who is damn weak managed to carry her backpack which contained our clothes and belongings, plus a few empty jerry cans.
See! OBS is a camp where you grow stronger. Hehe. I lost about 2kg but my muscles developed.
Besides muscles, we have tons of battle scars. We battled the damn mosquitoes day and night - somehow they just keep coming back for more blood. Ants in Pulau Ubin seem to be of a different breed as well. They don't drown. Those blasted little idiots bite you too.
Come to think of those nights I spent in the dark & wild, I really appreciate the electricity I have at home. And not to mention clean water and an almost ever-lasting supply of fruits and hot food (which thankfully, aren't biscuits or cheese buns).
You don't feel that hungry during the whole 5 days in OBS. I hardly feel hungry nowadays but still, I'm very grateful that hot meals exist.
You know what? OBS made me feel so very motivated to get moving. I'm gonna exercise and I shall pick up a new sport! I can feel it in my bones...
I feel fitter already.
Haha. Another 10km of walking? Bring it on!
100% tiring
30% enjoyable
100% sore muscles
50% life lessons
It wasn't exactly enjoyable at the very least, in my opinion, but you learn about yourself. Every day, you had to pitch your tents and unpitch them. There was no electricity and you survived on bread and biscuits every single day. You might not be able to bathe or brush your teeth for days and you're subjected to the "harsh" conditions of nature. Mind you, I didn't brush my teeth for two days.
If I ever have to eat another biscuit for the next few weeks, I think I'd rather starve. When I got back yesterday, I ate sushi as though there was no tomorrow. I was freaking deprived of proper food...
Despite all, OBS did achieve its goal of having everyone learn an important value. I managed to learn about perseverance and relying on oneself. Especially so, when you have some retarded classmate/s in your watch (aka group). Those who are perpetually hungry or can only talk about HL milk...
Oh, my watch was named Cook. As in Mount Cook, not cooking. There was me, Emily, Veron, *ahem*, *ahem* and a few other people from 3A and 3G. Cook was crazy love. We helped each other, and it was 12 against 2 most of the time. The two are the ones who either ate non-stop or were crazy about HL milk...
Anyhow, my greatest moment was when I trudged along with the others during the trekking. I walked for about 10-odd km carrying a bloody heavy 15kg+ backpack filled with food items, a big silver cooking pot and utensils. At the same time, I helped to carry someone's tent, 2 lifejackets and 3 2-litre water bottles filled with water. That was about another 18kg+ or so.
Haha. I'm so darn proud of myself for trekking and carrying the whole way!
Everyone (with the exception of the two retarded classmates who couldn't carry their own tent and kept complaining or sighing; HL milk anyone?) did a fantastic job as well! The ever-nooby Grace managed to carry her backpack which I presume was equally heavy. Veron who is damn weak managed to carry her backpack which contained our clothes and belongings, plus a few empty jerry cans.
See! OBS is a camp where you grow stronger. Hehe. I lost about 2kg but my muscles developed.
Besides muscles, we have tons of battle scars. We battled the damn mosquitoes day and night - somehow they just keep coming back for more blood. Ants in Pulau Ubin seem to be of a different breed as well. They don't drown. Those blasted little idiots bite you too.
Come to think of those nights I spent in the dark & wild, I really appreciate the electricity I have at home. And not to mention clean water and an almost ever-lasting supply of fruits and hot food (which thankfully, aren't biscuits or cheese buns).
You don't feel that hungry during the whole 5 days in OBS. I hardly feel hungry nowadays but still, I'm very grateful that hot meals exist.
You know what? OBS made me feel so very motivated to get moving. I'm gonna exercise and I shall pick up a new sport! I can feel it in my bones...
I feel fitter already.
Haha. Another 10km of walking? Bring it on!
Sunday, July 15, 2007
Tomorrow - OBS.
...
OMG.
...
Panic.
...
Faint.
...
OMG.
...
Panic.
...
Faint.
Friday, July 13, 2007
Populus vult decipi, decipiatur.
One day they'll realise how stupid they are. Haha.
One day they'll realise how stupid they are. Haha.
Thursday, July 12, 2007
I used to think that you were alright.
I was proud of you.
Whenever people asked me, I would proudly say your name.
Happily.
Words aren't enough to describe the way I felt about you.
But a few months could do so much.
Things have changed.
You're not the same.
You're lousy and pathetic.
I hate you.
I don't love you like yesterday.
...
...
...
I'm referring to my school. Rofl :D Tricked you, didn't I?
I was proud of you.
Whenever people asked me, I would proudly say your name.
Happily.
Words aren't enough to describe the way I felt about you.
But a few months could do so much.
Things have changed.
You're not the same.
You're lousy and pathetic.
I hate you.
I don't love you like yesterday.
...
...
...
I'm referring to my school. Rofl :D Tricked you, didn't I?
Wednesday, July 11, 2007
I wanna take Art classes!
Or take up dance!
Or music lessons!
I wanna be more involved in the arts. I do Science & Math in school. Except for drama, there's nothing arty about me.
An art snob! Haha. I aspire to be an art snob (those people you will probably meet when you visit art galleries or museums - those who are able to give proper comments on a piece of work, instead of gushing or gawking like the rest of us). Then, I'd be able to laugh at those juvenile pieces of drawings done by BALIAs which sometimes make you exclaim "nice". Urgh.
Drawing dresses or pieces of clothing on models would be really cool :)
Anyhow, I'm searching for places to take up art classes. Either drawing or designing, but no anime drawing... I appreciate Japanese culture, but I guess I have seen enough to associate teenage anime drawings with BALIAs.
I'm tired of spending my Sundays and Saturdays slacking at home/going out with no particular purpose :(
Or take up dance!
Or music lessons!
I wanna be more involved in the arts. I do Science & Math in school. Except for drama, there's nothing arty about me.
An art snob! Haha. I aspire to be an art snob (those people you will probably meet when you visit art galleries or museums - those who are able to give proper comments on a piece of work, instead of gushing or gawking like the rest of us). Then, I'd be able to laugh at those juvenile pieces of drawings done by BALIAs which sometimes make you exclaim "nice". Urgh.
Drawing dresses or pieces of clothing on models would be really cool :)
Anyhow, I'm searching for places to take up art classes. Either drawing or designing, but no anime drawing... I appreciate Japanese culture, but I guess I have seen enough to associate teenage anime drawings with BALIAs.
I'm tired of spending my Sundays and Saturdays slacking at home/going out with no particular purpose :(
We have so many assignments! And right before OBS too.
I'm not looking forward to OBS. I'd love to fall sick the day before, so I needn't go.
I hate camps (except el camp of course).
Pure torture.
I'm not looking forward to OBS. I'd love to fall sick the day before, so I needn't go.
I hate camps (except el camp of course).
Pure torture.
Tuesday, July 10, 2007
Wow.
I seriously never knew that FBT stood for FootBall Thailand. When I read Ning Qian's blog a long time ago, the phrase "FootBall Thailand" pants appeared in her entry. I read it, laughed it off and assumed that Ning Qian made it up herself.
I think I'm a noob. Haha.
I seriously never knew that FBT stood for FootBall Thailand. When I read Ning Qian's blog a long time ago, the phrase "FootBall Thailand" pants appeared in her entry. I read it, laughed it off and assumed that Ning Qian made it up herself.
I think I'm a noob. Haha.
Monday, July 09, 2007
I'm so discontented with school right now.
Firstly, it was council.
Then, the school system.
Now, IP.
Oh by the way, I have always been disgusted at the way eldds is being treated. Don't even get me started about the puny amount of funding we receive (second thoughts: I doubt we have funding at all); the pathetic number of people who are posted to eldds; the lousy and dirty drama studio which is very much in need of $10000 renovations; the ridiculous expectations of the school when at the very start, we are neglected, ignored and looked down upon; our ever-changing status from a performing arts cca to a club&society... There's more.
If they can afford to pay $10000 for the upgraded chapel-turned-dance studio, why can't they even pay their electricity bills ($20000 / 2 = $10000, in case you couldn't count)? Or at least use some of their money wisely (even 1% would be good) to help the poor-and-lacking-badly-in-funds eldds? Like hello, you're not gonna get "sustained achievement awards" for performing arts if you continue to ignore the drama people. We may be small and insignificant, but oh, when you fail to get your "sustained achievement awards" perhaps it's all thanks to us.
Now seriously, who's the pot calling the kettle black?
Honestly, I'm just dying to transfer. I sound terrifically desperate. Guess what?
I AM DESPERATE!
Now, IP. I don't get the rationale behind us doing certain things. Neither am I sure of how things are going. It really makes me wonder if they themselves are sure of the direction they are heading to.
Determination's one thing. Foresight's another.
Language lessons are extremely boring.
Example:
Year 1 (or Sec 1 as it was then called): We learn about speeches.
Year 2: We learn about speeches.
Year 3: We learn about speeches (again!).
And it's the same with every other subject - topics making their appearance into our notes every year.
Are we seriously running out of topics that we have to "recycle" them?
If IP is meant to "open your mind" and enable you - the young and naive student, to develop a mind of your own plus gain a global outlook on issues, why do we - perhaps the not-so-naive-anymore-students, feel - ironically, and very much [not] suprisingly - suppressed and bounded by restrictions?!
We think, we suggest, we get... Rejected. Our egos are crushed. But never mind, we solder on. We complain, we are discontented. And we think again.
Why can't we have a more "broad-based" education?
I'm sure a broad-based education does not necessarily imply taking up many different kinds of subjects. Rather, we probably mean activities (Watching plays! Discussing novels! Having active discussions!). For goodness' sake, activities do not always mean learning journeys (oh, please! That's so passe).
Anyhow, I feel so darn resigned to discontentment. People can get it, I can't get out.
Oh I want leave this dreaded place so badly! If it was not for el, I don't know what else.
Firstly, it was council.
Then, the school system.
Now, IP.
Oh by the way, I have always been disgusted at the way eldds is being treated. Don't even get me started about the puny amount of funding we receive (second thoughts: I doubt we have funding at all); the pathetic number of people who are posted to eldds; the lousy and dirty drama studio which is very much in need of $10000 renovations; the ridiculous expectations of the school when at the very start, we are neglected, ignored and looked down upon; our ever-changing status from a performing arts cca to a club&society... There's more.
If they can afford to pay $10000 for the upgraded chapel-turned-dance studio, why can't they even pay their electricity bills ($20000 / 2 = $10000, in case you couldn't count)? Or at least use some of their money wisely (even 1% would be good) to help the poor-and-lacking-badly-in-funds eldds? Like hello, you're not gonna get "sustained achievement awards" for performing arts if you continue to ignore the drama people. We may be small and insignificant, but oh, when you fail to get your "sustained achievement awards" perhaps it's all thanks to us.
Now seriously, who's the pot calling the kettle black?
Honestly, I'm just dying to transfer. I sound terrifically desperate. Guess what?
I AM DESPERATE!
Now, IP. I don't get the rationale behind us doing certain things. Neither am I sure of how things are going. It really makes me wonder if they themselves are sure of the direction they are heading to.
Determination's one thing. Foresight's another.
Language lessons are extremely boring.
Example:
Year 1 (or Sec 1 as it was then called): We learn about speeches.
Year 2: We learn about speeches.
Year 3: We learn about speeches (again!).
And it's the same with every other subject - topics making their appearance into our notes every year.
Are we seriously running out of topics that we have to "recycle" them?
If IP is meant to "open your mind" and enable you - the young and naive student, to develop a mind of your own plus gain a global outlook on issues, why do we - perhaps the not-so-naive-anymore-students, feel - ironically, and very much [not] suprisingly - suppressed and bounded by restrictions?!
We think, we suggest, we get... Rejected. Our egos are crushed. But never mind, we solder on. We complain, we are discontented. And we think again.
Why can't we have a more "broad-based" education?
I'm sure a broad-based education does not necessarily imply taking up many different kinds of subjects. Rather, we probably mean activities (Watching plays! Discussing novels! Having active discussions!). For goodness' sake, activities do not always mean learning journeys (oh, please! That's so passe).
Anyhow, I feel so darn resigned to discontentment. People can get it, I can't get out.
Oh I want leave this dreaded place so badly! If it was not for el, I don't know what else.
For Bio practical today, we had a "once-in-a-lifetime" experience to feel the insides of a pig. We caressed the organ and stroked it gently.
Alright, we had to take a closer look at pig hearts for our bio lesson. It was fascinating - all that arteries and veins and pulmonary whats-not. Our teacher even sliced up the heart with glee, and with bare hands - yes, bare hands.
Anyhow, we squirmed and "eww"-ed and finally we got down and dirty with the hearts. I'd admit that I was a bit hesitant to poke my finger into the pulmonary artery. Never mind, I still poked my finger into the artery in the end.
There were blood clots all around. Thick and sticky. Like those that emerge and appear on your sanitary pads every month.
You were imagining that, weren't you?
Haha.
Alright, we had to take a closer look at pig hearts for our bio lesson. It was fascinating - all that arteries and veins and pulmonary whats-not. Our teacher even sliced up the heart with glee, and with bare hands - yes, bare hands.
Anyhow, we squirmed and "eww"-ed and finally we got down and dirty with the hearts. I'd admit that I was a bit hesitant to poke my finger into the pulmonary artery. Never mind, I still poked my finger into the artery in the end.
There were blood clots all around. Thick and sticky. Like those that emerge and appear on your sanitary pads every month.
You were imagining that, weren't you?
Haha.
Monday, July 02, 2007
Nothing Lasts Forever - Maroon 5
It is so easy to see
Dysfunction between you and me
We must free up these tired souls
Before the sadness kills us both
I tried and tried to let you know
I love you but I'm letting go
It may not last but I don't know
Just don't know
If you don't know
Then you can't care
And you show up
But you're not there
But I'm waiting
And you want to
Still afraid that I will desert you
Everyday
With every worthless word we get more far away
The distance between us makes it so hard to stay
But nothing lasts forever, but be honest babe
It hurts but it may be the only way
A bed that's warm with memories
Can heal us temporarily
The misbehaving only makes
The ditch between us so damn deep
Built a wall around my heart
I’ll never let it fall apart
But strangely I wish secretly
It would fall down while I'm asleep
If you don't know
Then you can't care
And you show up
But you're not there
But I'm waiting
And you want to
Still afraid that I will desert you, babe
Everyday
With every worthless word we get more far away
The distance between us makes it so hard to stay
But nothing lasts forever, but be honest babe
It hurts but it may be the only way
Tough we have not hit the ground
It doesn't mean we're not still falling,
Oh I want so bad to pick you up
But you're still too reluctant to accept my help
What a shame, I hope you find somewhere to place the blame
But until then the fact remains
Everyday
With every worthless word we get more far away
The distance between us makes you so hard to stay
Nothing lasts forever, but be honest babe
It hurts but it may be the only way
Everyday
With every worthless word we get more far away
The distance between us makes it so hard to stay
But nothing lasts forever, but be honest babe
It hurts but it may be the only way
It is so easy to see
Dysfunction between you and me
We must free up these tired souls
Before the sadness kills us both
I tried and tried to let you know
I love you but I'm letting go
It may not last but I don't know
Just don't know
If you don't know
Then you can't care
And you show up
But you're not there
But I'm waiting
And you want to
Still afraid that I will desert you
Everyday
With every worthless word we get more far away
The distance between us makes it so hard to stay
But nothing lasts forever, but be honest babe
It hurts but it may be the only way
A bed that's warm with memories
Can heal us temporarily
The misbehaving only makes
The ditch between us so damn deep
Built a wall around my heart
I’ll never let it fall apart
But strangely I wish secretly
It would fall down while I'm asleep
If you don't know
Then you can't care
And you show up
But you're not there
But I'm waiting
And you want to
Still afraid that I will desert you, babe
Everyday
With every worthless word we get more far away
The distance between us makes it so hard to stay
But nothing lasts forever, but be honest babe
It hurts but it may be the only way
Tough we have not hit the ground
It doesn't mean we're not still falling,
Oh I want so bad to pick you up
But you're still too reluctant to accept my help
What a shame, I hope you find somewhere to place the blame
But until then the fact remains
Everyday
With every worthless word we get more far away
The distance between us makes you so hard to stay
Nothing lasts forever, but be honest babe
It hurts but it may be the only way
Everyday
With every worthless word we get more far away
The distance between us makes it so hard to stay
But nothing lasts forever, but be honest babe
It hurts but it may be the only way
Sometimes I wish I could be a really spoilt little girl. Like those you see in american cartoons, or read in books. It feels as though these spoilt girls get everything and anything.
They want clothes.
They get it.
They want more money from their parents.
They get it.
They want to go out with their friends, and they demand it.
They get it.
If I was a spoilt little girl, I had better things to ask for...
I wish I wouldn't need to see them. I wish I could kick them out. Pheeeeeeeeeeeww! Or I could make everyone real smart and they wouldn't have a chance at all.
I wish for things which are either non-existent or very much impossible to get.
So many wishes.
If only things like magic really did exist.
They want clothes.
They get it.
They want more money from their parents.
They get it.
They want to go out with their friends, and they demand it.
They get it.
If I was a spoilt little girl, I had better things to ask for...
I wish I wouldn't need to see them. I wish I could kick them out. Pheeeeeeeeeeeww! Or I could make everyone real smart and they wouldn't have a chance at all.
I wish for things which are either non-existent or very much impossible to get.
So many wishes.
If only things like magic really did exist.