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Today's a grey sky morning. But not me. Hehe.

Today, I had the most important meeting of the week. It went something like this...

Me: Hi, good afternoon/evening. It's a fantastic day, wouldn't you agree? Now regarding my proposal, what do you think of it?
Business partner: I've read through your proposal and I think we seem to be having some communication problems.
Me: Oh dear, that's not too good. What can I do to make our deal successful?
Business partner: I would suggest somewhere quiet, peaceful, preferably air-conditioned and most of all, CLEAN.
Me: Do you have any place in mind? Hmm wait, I think a shopping centre, or a hotel, or even my home would do fine :)
Business partner: Alright, let's go have our meeting at one of these places then. We must go to the nearest place which you suggested. I cannot bear with it anymore, and I need to be comfortable.

We reach the venue. We start our discussions. Me and my business partner have a few disagreements here and there but everything turned out okay eventually.

In the end, my business partner thought the meeting was absolutely successful and so I managed to clinch a business deal (yet again!). We solved our communication problems smoothly and everything was excreted out well enough for my partner to be satisfied. My business partner was happy and declared that the venue was well chosen and of course, CLEAN. Whee!

I'm a successful business person and even dickhead would be proud of me. Haha :D

Scene 1
A really cute guy: Let me see your hand.
You: Why?
Cute guy: Just let me take a look.
*You give your hand and throw him a look of suspicion. You're thinking - just what is this guy up to?*
Cute guy: Okay, now (takes your hand into his and holds it) there's this duck here (brings your hand forward) and a lake here (extends your hand even more) and how's the duck going to cross it?
*Your heart skips a beat*
You: Hmm (takes a wild guess and moves hands in an awkward manner), I don't know.
*OMG. Did _________ (insert cute guy's name) just hold my hand?! OMG?!*
Cute guy: Want the answer?
You: Yeah, okay.
*OMG. He's holding my hand! And what's the damned answer, really!*
Cute guy: Oh, actually I don't know the answer as well. I just wanted to hold your hand.
You: *OMG! OMG! OMG!*

The cute guy's now replaced by a hideous looking fellow.

Scene 2
A hideous guy: Let me see your hand.
You: Why?
*I hope nothing icky's gonna happen to me. ________ (insert Hideous guy's name) is quite, erm...*
Hideous guy: Just let me take a look.
*He grins like an idiot*
*You give your hand and throw him a look of suspicion. You're thinking - just what is this weirdo up to?!*
Hideous guy: Okay, now (takes your hand into his and holds it) there's this duck here (brings your hand forward) and a lake here (extends your hand even more) and how's the duck going to cross it?
*OMG. Did he just hold my hand? EWW! Now I've gotta wash it real clean later.*
You: Hmm (takes a wild guess and moves hands in an awkward manner), I don't know.
*I hope he can let go of my hand right now and tell me the answer.............*
Hideous guy: Want the answer?
You: Yeah, okay.
*OMG. Just tell me the answer and let go of my hand. I'm impure now because you held my hand! URGH.*
Hideous guy: Oh, actually I don't know the answer as well. I just wanted to hold your hand.
You: *You're speechless.......... OMG... EWW!!!!!*

Usually, it's not what that is being said or done, but rather who says it.

Looks don't matter? It does, to a certain extent and unless we're saints, we can't say for sure that looks don't matter.

Well don't get me wrong - I don't think ugly people should commit suicide or wallow in self-pity. Everyone has their own perception of beauty, so there will be someone who takes a liking to those people whom we find undesirable. Anyway, with the world being so advanced and all, everyone and anyone can give themselves a makeover.

Well well, I'm not saying that we should judge others based on the way they look. Given our intelligence, we're not as dumb or superficial as to judge our pals by the way they look, unless we're called Paris Hilton.

It's just that there's just nothing such as "looks don't matter"; we all know that it does and we better stop acting the saint and denying that. Haha, because deep down inside us, we know it does (even if we REFUSE to acknowledge that ;) I bet most girls fantasize about ending up with some cute or hot guy.

Everyone has the right to choose. So there, this isn't about being shallow or superficial.
[You choose someone based on their qualities as well what! Unless you're some bimbo or himbo]
Unfortunately, it's just -to put it euphemistically, as some would say- part of nature and of course, natural selection. Can't help it, can't stop it but don't condemn it.

Everyone thinks that I drink lots of water. Well that's true, but only in school. I hardly ever drink water at home nowadays. Usually I'm just cooped up in my own room without a single glass of water. When I finally do, I jug a few glasses down and I go back into my room. Or, my mum will bring a glass of water for me.

And I keep peeing! In school, at home, it doesn't matter! I keep peeing. And I hate flushing the toilets I tell you. Such a waste of water. I flush school toilets though, only because it's not my own toilet.

I suppose if we all don't flush toilets after we pee, we could save a little money (and a considerable amount of water for me, since I pee very often)...

Yes, that's my own warped theory there. Anyhow, if you do come to house, it's okay if you don't flush. If I used the toilet before you (which I probably did and you probably won't know), it's very likely I didn't flush either, and you won't know :D

The End of the Year Exams are coming, so I guess everyone is studying hard. G'luck then :) Cross our fingers for luck.

Grace and Veron are pitiful for having to tolerate my sudden outburst of giggles and grins in class.

Today's the last day of the September holidays. The holidays felt longer than they really were. Probably because I've staying at home most of the time doing nothing.

Anyway, I suppose I have been slacking too much for my own good. My days as a full-time slacker, part-time student is over. I shall start serious, full-time studying today.

Okay, I hardly convince myself. But my future's waiting for me out there :)

Okay, I think I'm more convinced. Haha. I am funny. Okay, I honestly shall start to treat my studies seriously.

As a history student, I learnt about the Battle of Iwo Jima, and the number of casualties and deaths that it caused.

But when death is simply replaced by numbers, with no memory attached to it, or the slightest mention of who the deceased is and what kind of a person the deceased is, death is yet again, something normal; something which will happen to every one of us at a certain point in our lives. The death tolls don't strike us badly. At most, we'll just think "oh, so many people died" and feel sorry for these people for a moment or two.

Yes, just like that. I guess the phrase "comfort in numbers" does apply in a way or two here.

As I read the book, Flags of Our Fathers, I supposedly went through what these Marines endured. Of course, neither the physical treatment nor the emotional depth nor the brutality of it all. It was just the process. I teared when someone died, and feared for them as well, wondering what would happen next.

And then there were moments which I laughed, because it was funny. Happy, light-hearted moments.

Reading the last few pages, I began to cry. I sat down in my toilet (yes I was reading in my toilet because I wanted privacy) and as I moved on from word to word, my tears came - naturally. It just came and before long, I was crying.

The emotional impact which the author meant to create in the reader hit me. I was utterly touched by the story, and saddened by the massive impact on normal lives world war two caused. These effects affect people tremendously, and it's not a matter of adjusting to their new lives. Some people never manage to adjust to their new lives and they die in the process without achieving anything; dying with so much hurt and emotion trapped in their souls. It's a sad, bleak life and it makes you understand that there are some things in life we just cannot control - like the occurrence of events such as war which change your life completely.

These stories never fail to make me think that there's a limit to what we can do and what we can exert control over, despite being given our powers as intelligent beings at the top of Darwin's evolutionary ladder. And this very realisation makes me accept the small role that we play in life's great drama.

I am amazed by books and the effects which they cause. Despite talks about e-books and all, I still think the book will still exist in many many years to come. Flipping the pages of a book, bending it when you're worried for the character, hugging it when you need comfort - these are actions which cannot be repeated with an e-book.

I really love Flags of Our Fathers. It honestly blew me away.

I'm really really bored to tears. And I'm listening to Paris Hilton's song right now. LOL.

The session on Monday was the last el session before the exams. Tell me how to survive Tuesdays & Fridays and the monotony of lessons day in day out WITHOUT el!

EL has seriously become my life.

I'm getting psyched up at the idea of going to National Library later to do research and leaf through the pages of thick, thick books.

I honestly have no idea why.

I'm getting excited at the prospect of wearing a pullover and doing some reading and writing in my notebook.

WHEE! My inner nerd is like finally showing itself!

It's normal how people often have many different sides to their personality which we don't see. Presumably, this is why we naturally assume that the side that's shown to us is the real one. We stick to our preconceived notions without a regard for the idea of "spilt personalities". When we do see the "other side", we're often shocked and surprised.

And then there are people who defy people's conventions about them. We stereotype others really often, the same way we judge books by their covers. That skinny girl with the black cardigan, rebonded hair, small handbag? She must be a lian. Or that guy with the long sleeved shirt, skinny jeans and really styled up dyed hair that's slightly long? He must be the lian's boyfriend - the beng.

I don't know how many times I've had people telling me I look pissed off or arrogant. In any case, I'm hardly angry or angsty.

Well well, there's more.

If there's anything that freaks me out nowadays, it's seeing multiple girls who have long rebonded hair or bob a la Rihanna wearing either: skinny jeans with a spaghetti top, or skinny jeans with a cardigan, or cardigans with shorts, or tunics with tights, or any random top that has "TOPSHOP" or "FOREVER 21" or "HULA & CO" splashed all over it.

Worse still, I see many girls wearing retro printed dresses/mini dresses/tops from presumably online blog-shops or Hula & Co. It's scary how multitudes of girls visit Topshop/Forever 21 and buy whatever clothes that is the current "in" or trend.

Even worse-r still, I see girls attempting to mix & match trends with most unfortunate results. Then when I leaf through Seventeen mag, I realise that the girls I am irked by don't exactly dress like the models. Somehow, everyone seems to be copying the styles they see on the streets. Cardigan? Check. Skinny jeans? Check. Skinny, emanciated look? Check.

Oh well, I would admit to buying magazines to gain a rough idea of how to mix & match. But that's how the world works doesn't it? Someone sets a trend and the others follow - usually blindly. In any case, the teenager years are when one is impressionable and susceptible to their surroundings.

Don't think otherwise, I think it's perfectly alright if you wish to own some current "it" items, like flats, skinny jeans etc. I have nothing against skinny jeans, or cardigans for that matter. Even I am considering buying a pair, when I lose a little weight from my thighs & hips.

However, nothing can annoy me more than seeing people dressed almost like. These people are simply like walking mannequins of the so-called trend they follow. It's okay to gain ideas, not okay to copy & paste. I mean, our teenage years are supposed to be when we're dying to be original, to find a little piece of our identity. The way we dress is a reflection of how we are. People should dress up more often, but in a uniquely-me way. It's healthy fun and maybe then we'll stop complaining about how emo are lives are.

It is bad enough that we all wear similar looking outfits 5 days a week.

Come on, let's all boycott trends!

Ariel T♥

Ariel was born on 15 March '92. Ariel studies in RVHS and is part of eldds (which is her greatest love!). Ariel is also in 3A'07. History is Ariel's all-time favourite subject. Ariel really likes Biology as well.

Ariel is 100% whimsical/serious/dramatic/crazy! Actually, Ariel likes being a joker, really.

Ariel loves reading, shopping, dresses, colourful items & listening to music :) Ariel has particular disdain for pork, ugly handwriting and ugly attention-seeking whores. Ariel believes in carrying-your-own-shopping-bag [Shame on you Dickhead!]. Yes, Ariel is trying to do her bit for the environment and nothing will stop her.

Currently hearts & wants: i-pod nano (it's not red but never mind :), electric guitar, tennis racket, dresses [ lots and lots! ], shorts & tees [ lots and lots! ]

Wishes to: score ace results (well there's next year), learn how to play the electric guitar & take up tennis