If you think you're getting away
I will prove you wrong
I'll take you all the way
Boy, just come along
Hear me when I say
Hey!
- Murder On the Dancefloor by Sophie Ellis-Bextor

Time to say Goodbye!

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[That's not a mallot or a stick. Haha, it's a gavel]

Tsk.

People often say that it's useless to study History because you can't really do much in life with History. It's not like Physics, which can help you gain admission into many university courses or jobs.

Well but is it really so?

People often ask me why I chose to study History instead of something more practical, say Geography (it's just an example). Besides liking History better, I realised that more importantly, History gives me a sense of humanity and teaches me how to empathise.
You know, that's not a quality which everyone has or has the ability to display.
Some people just don't have it (even if they do study history).

Thinking about what I've done this school year, I realised what a doofus I have been. Throughout the year, I've never failed to think that things will work themselves out in the end. For much too long, I have been taking my grades for granted and realisations come much too late. Certainly, there are people who are naturally intelligent and need not study much in order to get good grades. But my circumstances work against me in that aspect and so, I've got to work hard. I made so many silly decisions this year and many regrettable ones as well. I suppose they accelerated my maturity in a way or another. Still, I AM a doofus.

Here are my grades on display:
Biomedical Science - 64 (B4)
Chemistry - 66 (B3)
CID - 86 (A1)
HCL - 61 (B4)
History - 73 (A2)
Language Arts - 74 (A2)

I live a really boring life. I can guarantee you that my ma lives a much more interesting life than me. Her days are filled with plenty of mishaps waiting to happen.

Before I begin, let us now refer to my mother or my ma, as Peeko.
Why Peeko, you might ask due to your inquisitive nature.
Well well, my ma, no, Peeko, likes to peek at me when I'm doing my work. Also, Peeko [in every sense of the word], glances at me furtively every second or so. AND, Peeko has BIONIC EARS. Damn it, she can repeat the conversation I had whispering to my friend on my handphone in my room when she's sitting outside...

So now, guess what happened today?

I was using my computer, busy uploading songs into my ipod (yay I won it ;) when... PEEKO rushed into the room with handphone in hand, exclaiming out loud, "I CAN'T TYPE MY FRIEND'S NAME INTO MY HANDPHONE. WHY AH? HELP ME!".
Being a kind person (okay, I'm not exactly very kind, it's more of a I'm-her-daughter-and-I-forgot-to-pretend-to-be-asleep-so-I-gotta-help-her-kind-of-thing), I said, rather irritably, "What?".
After analysing her phone, I decided that her "problem" was nothing more than a case of bad english. Well, I mean her handphone's dictionary didn't have her friend's name so obviously it didn't appear.
Being the old nooblet that Peeko is, Peeko gave an extremely confused look when I handed her back the phone and explained the cause of her concern.
"What can I do?" Peeko asked. I told Peeko that she should try spelling out the word.

Now... Guess what Peeko did???

Peeko look gave me an uncertain look, then peered at her phone, and then - She did it!
SHE BEGAN TO SPEAK TO HER PHONE AND SPELL OUT HER FRIEND'S NAME...
"D-O-R..."
"What are you doing? Why are you spelling your friend's name out loud?!" I swear at this point in time I was extremely exasperated with her. I felt like bursting into laughter cos she was being a complete doofus! [HAHA]
Anyway, Peeko looked considerably confused and asked me what she should have done instead. I told her to type out the word and save it - finally the day was saved, thanks to me.

Peeko is extremely silly.

Kids these days sure seem to grow up fast. Well, I've got to make this clear - grow up fast in their own world that's constantly under influences from the media and such.

To say that they grow up fast would mean that they mature at a young age. Which is true to a certain extent because many young people seem to be involved in relationships (which of course require a certain level of maturity altogether). Then again, you think about it and you realise that these young people hardly have a clue as to what they're doing. To your horror, okay to MY horror, I realise that Hey! These kids don't know what's going on in the world. They don't read, they're not knowledgable, they're... GASP. Bimbos & Himbos! Mind you, even my usually retarded ma agreed with me when I said that most teenagers don't know what's going on. And my still retarded ma reads the papers even though she is thoroughly capable of mixing countries up.

Pardon me, I am just being reflective. I do have my bimbotic moments as well, but that's rare, like really. And I'm just being Miss Smarty-Pantsy-Anal because I CANNOT STAND IT WHEN PEOPLE ARE SO IGNORANT ABOUT CURRENT AFFAIRS.

I don't know what teenagers nowadays are doing. I've been blog surfing and I've read a few blogs which seemed to have piqued my enthusiasm - that's why I'm actually staying up at 10:15pm typing this entry when I should be better off enjoying my beauty sleep which I so rightly deserve since I have so many pimples on my face and I have a long school day ahead of me tomorrow.

[That's besides the point, and that sentence was extremely run-on]

Moving onto what I was typing just so, after blog surfing, I realise that... Okay, I observed and concluded that many teenagers are turning into bimbos and himbos. Not that they have the looks nor the goods of one.

It's like the world revolves around them. It's shocking how they know about the latest trends yet have no clue whatsoever about what's happening around the world.

I bet what they do know is the cliched stereotypes which we have become so familiar with. Example: People in Africa are very poor. They are ALL poor and have NOTHING to eat, so we cannot waste our food.
Which is true to a certain extent but hello, South Africa is a rich country (diamonds, DIAMONDS!). So, take that.

In their beloved blogs, we read about their oohing and ahhings about skinny jeans; their rants about the boyfriend/girlfriend; their loves or about how emo they are; their classmates... The list just goes on. They seem to use lots of swear words and I'm damned right by saying that so many of them are emo kids. Lol, the way they write, it's like their lives are one huge melodramatic soap series. Oh gosh, EMO! [In one of the blogs I came across, one of them wrote "to be happy" under a wishlist.]

Well well, won't deny I was once an emo kid but I realised that life's not that bad. It's pretty good. I mean the fact that they have access to a computer is good news indeed. The fact that they could actually rant about their food tasting horrible is proof that they're living perfectly well lives because the aforementioned people in Africa are, once again, poor and have nothing to eat. I'm simply grateful I discovered strank-y and I am absolutely thankful for having read that book.

I wouldn't deny that my entries aren't exactly intelligent and that I'm nowhere near any standards. But I do feel a certain sense of responsibility to advocate the importance of reading the newspapers. Or at least, watch.

Come, let us engage ourselves in more worthwhile activities. Life has so much more to offer than just skinny jeans or "baby".

Kids these days... Really!

Went to Sentosa with some people from 3A.

Okay, I didn't wanna go at first cos I'd rather sleep in.

Still, I woke up at about 8am and I called Grace for about 4 times. Someone was still sleeping like a pig until her ma picked up her house phone... I think I'd have to start calling her like 30 minutes before the time she's supposed to wake up. [DAMN YOU]

Anyhow, it threatened to rain when we got there but it turned real sunny later. We played some ball games with the $3.90 ball that Grace bought. I think we spent a lot of time in the water playing ball games. I've got to admit it was quite fun. I spent some time lying on the sand, which made me happy. [I'm a very easily contented girl okayyy]

Except that some people were really being a huge disgrace. And some retarded people forgot to bring their towel and extra clothes AND STILL WANTED TO BATHE...

I turned really red (rather, slightly burnt) and now I'm slighter darker than I used to be. I'm not supposed to let my parents know I went to Sentosa cos they'd kick up a fuss. My ma didn't find out but my dad suspected that I spent some time in the sun.

LOL. I think my MA looks retarded here. Whatever. HAHAHA.

Anyway, this is how our phone conversation went a few days ago...

Ma: Got back any results? Fail anything?
Me: I failed maths. I told you already.
Ma: *giggles* Maths ah? Fail ah? *giggles*
Me: Ya, why are you laughing?
Ma: *ignores question and continues to giggle* You're the only who failed in class? *giggles somemore*
Me: Yes.
Ma: *giggles* SO CUTE! *giggles* Only one who failed in class. *giggles somemore*
Me: *exasperated* What's so cute about that?!
Ma: *giggles again* No lah, just very cute. Failed maths. *giggles*
Me: *annoyed* Okay, bye.
Ma: *giggles* Byebye.

Amber growls when I blow at her. I think it's so cute that I just wanna disturb her repeatedly.

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