been busy tyvm. Health Psych Report is done and good riddance to that.

Counseling term test this week and I haven't finished studying. Shit.
Abnormal Psych test next tuesday and I haven't even finished studying that.

Attempted to study in the afternoon, but the damn students from Rosyth School in the school band were playing fucking nursery songs on their fucking instruments, and I couldn't fucking well concentrate because the fucking drums were annoying and I kept slamming my pen onto the table with the urge to get to them and fucking punch a hole in theor damn drums and tell them to go screw themselves because they were playing it out of tune and now I can't go jogging because I have to make up for the un-memorized shit.

I am hating life right now. I'm slacking away this semester. I'm going to do badly for term tests, just like last semester's first round of tests.

Oh and had a fucking argument with the mother again. Something about fucking soya bean milk and correlation with dementia, and I don't even know how the fuck we even got there.

I hate my mother sometimes.

My dream is to go to France and live there without my family. That includes the brother, the sister & the father. AND OBVIOUSLY THE MOTHER because I don't want her screwing up my life when she already made a mess out of it and leaving me in the pits of low self esteem and self confidence.

One day, I will tell my mother to go screw it.

Such pretty hair.

May I kiss you.

May I kiss you?

So beautiful you are.

So beautiful. Beautiful.

Please don't move.

It feels so good to me.

Tell me in my ear.

Beautiful.

Beautiful.

So very beautiful.

Beautiful, by Me'shell Ndegeocello

Johnny Depp is the SEXIEST MAN ALIVE people! Brad Pitt, Richard Gere and George Clooney have all expired like spoilt milk and Robert Pattinson can go suck balls.





The picture is too darn small. Hence, Serene, Goddess Divine will perform the ultimate miracle that you will never forget:



Feast your eyes on this magnificent beast, ladies and gentlemen. JOHNNY DEPP.

I LOVE YOU JOHNNY DEPP AND I ADORE YOU AND I WORSHIP YOU AND I IDOLIZE YOU AND I REVERE YOU. FORGIVE ME FOR SUCH EXAGGERATION AND SUCH PROTESTATIONS OF ADORATION. IT WAS DONE UNCONSCIOUSLY, BUT MY HEART BEATS FOR YOU. YOUR HEART IS MINE.

I LOVE YOU JOHNNY DEPP. YOU'RE HOT, AND SEXY, AND GORGEOUS, AND FUNNY, AND WHIMSICAL, AND GENTLEMANLY, AND EXCESSIVELY CHARMING, AND ELEGANT, AND RUGGED, AND REFINED, AND GIFTED, AND HANDSOME, AND BEAUTIFUL, AND DIVINE, AND PERFECT, AND EXQUISITE, AND DAZZLING, AND MANIFICENT, AND REFINED, AND RESPLENDENT, AND RADIANT, AND MARVELOUS, AND SPLENDID, AND DELICATE, AND DAZZLING, AND RAVISHING, AND HUNKY, AND ENTICING, AND ENCHANTING, AND ADORING AND BEWITCHING, AND CAPTIVATING, AND TANTALIZING, AND DELICIOUS, AND TEMPTING, AND MESMERIC, AND MESMERIZING, AND STUNNING, AND BREATHTAKING, AND TASTEFUL, AND OMNIPOTENT, AND SUPERLATIVE, AND SUPREME, AND TRANSCENDENT, AND IMMACULATE, AND GLORIOUS, AND ANGELIC, AND SENSUOUS, AND SEDUCTIVE, AND DELECTABLE, AND LUSCIOUS, AND SUAVE, AND LASCIVIOUS, AND DESIROUS AND SEXY, AND SEXY, AND SEXY, AND SEXY, AND SEXY, AND SEXY, AND SEXY, AND SEXY, AND SEXY, AND SEXY, AND SEXY, AND SEXY, AND SEXY, AND SEXY, AND SEXY, AND SEXY, AND SEXY, AND SEXY, AND SEXY, AND SEXY, AND SEXY, AND SEXY, AND SEXY, AND SEXY, AND SEXY, AND SEXY, AND SEXY, AND SEXY, AND SEXY, AND SEXY, AND SEXY, AND SEXY, AND SEXY, AND SEXY, AND SEXY, AND SEXY, AND SEXY, AND SEXY, AND SEXY, AND SEXY, AND SEXY, AND SEXY, AND SEXY, AND SEXY, AND SEXY, AND SEXY, AND SEXY, AND SEXY, AND SEXY, AND SEXY, AND SEXY, AND

Just. Too. Darn. Sexy. Rugged. Suave. Cologne-wearing. Hot.

I have finished reading Angels and Demons by Dan Brown and I am so much in awe and fascination by the novel. Dan Brown's books are a work of art. The complexity of the vocabulary, the richness of the expression, the way he interplays words together to piece a delicate and expressive tale. Fantastic, really. Simply superb.

I don't really care if people are arguing about the distorted facts of the Opus Dei, or whether Jesus and Mary did get married, Dan Brown is a magician with words. I'm going to reread Angels and Demons (:

I love serious fiction.

I think that tomorrow should be a time devoted to studying, instead of going for open classes. Aaaargh! The one chance I get to go for Street Jazz intermediate and the reality of homework and deadlines have just snapped at me in the face.

1. Counselling Chapter 4
2. Abnormal Psych Chapter 4
3. Health Individual Assignment

I just made the biggest mistake of the century that might just possibly cost me an alphabet.

God save the Queen.

Feeling sick ttvm.
Been having a flu and headache since yesterday. Whenever I tried practicing my hiphop item, my head went banging nonstop.

A&P quiz was pretty much okay. I had no frickin' idea what concurrent validity was, until Zack told me the answer. And I left the second extra credit question blank. Honestly why are we expected to memorize some crack formula anyway?

I returned The Lovely Bones back and borrowed Angels and Demons by Dan Brown. Like finally. I've been meaning to read it for ages, but never exactly got a chance to. Shoe borrowed The Magician's Chair ( I think), by C.S. Lewis, then she was sweet enough to walk me to the bus stop and we had a little chat about stuffs.

So my bus came and I decided to head to the upper deck. I don't know what exactly happened. But the flu's getting into my brain, but I swear, when I attempted to grab the handle to climb the stairs so I won't fall in the moving bus, I somehow missed, and grabbed the butt cheek the guy in front of me!

He immediately turned and gave this awkward look and I quickly whipped my hand away and apologized quickly, my face BURNING with embarrassment. How in the world, i mean HOW, did I manage to miss the yellow handle and grab hold of the guy's ass?

And he wasn't even good looking! He wore thick glasses and sported a bad crew cut and he dressed as though he was somewhere in between the 90s and early 2000. Brown slacks and an awful singlet.

Guys wearing singlets should be shot, unless they have muscles. Singlets are called muscle tees. I mean why wear a muscle tee when you don't have visible and well defined muscles? Wouldn't that defeat the entire purpose of the article? ISN'T THAT WHY ITS CALLED A MUSCLE TEE?

WHAT IS THE WORLD COMING TO? WHY ARE THE MALE SPECIES CLUELESS WHEN IT COME TO FASHION?

God save them. Amen. Am headed back to school later for dance rehearsal. I just realized my hair isn't the same as before the whole EDNOS shit. I want thicker hair. Like honestly.

Oh fuck it, why is my life so screwed right now? I want my naturally thick hair back, please =(

Just finished reading The Lovely Bones, by Alice Sebold. As as good as I thought it would be. It's interesting to read it from the perspective of a dead girl and how she recounts her family growing and going on without her. But somehow I didn't feel absorbed in it. I was really into the novel during the first few chapters, but deeper into the book I lost the essence and feel of it.

Maybe it's just that I have different tastes and expectations in books. So far, the books that I dearly loved to read are:

1. My Sister's Keeper
2. Salem Falls
3. Perfect Match
4. Nineteen Minutes
5. Plain Truth
6. The Pact
7. Falling Leaves
8. Marley & Me
8. The Da Vinci Code
9. The Time Traveler's Wife.
10. The Joy Luck Club
11. Journey to the River Sea

That's about it I guess. I'm still on the lookout for books that give Jodi Picoult, Adeline Yen Mah and Dan Brown a run for their money. I like books with rich vocabulary (:

The only book that has ever made me cry was Marley and Me. I shall now go read it (: Screw A&P for now.

with Rusty the Husky on CCN Day (:

"Taken together, the current study speculates that Singaporeans are inherently altruistic social creatures, but scores of episodes in which exposure to a multitude of extrinsic rewards subsequent to performing an act of graciousness or of prosocial intents, has unwittingly given birth to an overjustification effect. As such, prosocial behaviors have come to be dependant on the administration of an extrinsic reward and therefore, debilitating the likelihood of engaging in a helping behavior out of altruistic tendencies, which may provide an explanation as to Singaporeans’ reluctance to publicly offer assistance."


Huzzah! APIP indvidual literature review is finally completed!

This past week has been insane. Majority of time had been devoted to researching and attempting to piece my APIP report together. I didn't manage to read through Chapter 3 for Counselling and Abnormal Psych for the quiz. Darn.

CCN Day was a bit of a blur today. I didn't exactly help out, since we were only selling flowers, and there was nothing much to be done. Jess and I had our picture taken together with a gorgeous husky called Rusty (: We had to wait pretty long, but it was pretty worth it, because the photos came our nice, and we saw 5 other breeds of dogs!

I am motivated to adopt another dog right now.

Qianhui and I walked to Tampines Mall from school today and I actually enjoyed the journey. The rain has just stopped; it was cloudy and the weather was cooling. Plus, the path that we did was away from the hustle & bustle of the traffic, so it was a pretty therapeutic due to the comforts of the atmosphere.

I went to Cotton On to get a sweater - one of which I already have but in gray - in black. Qianhui bought. STUFFS. She had gotten a sweat parka from Uniqlo meant for the male species - with her intention indicated that she wanted to wear it - but later claims that its for Nicholas. HMMM.

Anyway, I spent a lot of time talking to Jess and Qianhui and it's sort of made me more aware of how little time I spent my mother growing up. How we never go shopping together or put make up together. Majority of my memories with her involved either arguments or one word responses from me. I don't really like going home actually, unless its back to my room, because its my safe haven & my Zen palace. I like spending time away from home, because I don't have to hear my Mum talk. Whenever I talk, she responses in a way that sounds as though she's pissed, which makes me even more annoyed.

I have a very complicating relationship with my family; a dysfunctional bond with my mother.

I decided to borrow a book from the library today, recommended to me, called The Lovely Bones, by Alice Sebold. I've heard of it, but not actually read it, so I figured it'll be a good time to remember why I fell in love with reading all over again (:

I do not appreciate last minute work, ttvm, nor do I appreciate it if people agree to complete a task by a given date, but push said deadline further and further down the path of the week, ttvm.

I am attempting to change this blogskin, because I'm not fully satisfied with it.
But whenever I try to change the base codes, it gets all funky and messed up.
Damn it.

I'm supposed to be doing homework now.
But I'm not looking forward to doing up the individual APIP report.
I'm not exactly roarin' & fired up to talk about Singapore.

Anyways, I went for hip hop & street jazz classes today.
And I was a little surprised that I actually managed to catch the choreo.
But I felt that it was a little too simple.
After all, it IS a beginners class.
But the intermediate classes are on weekdays and its at 7pm.
Bad timing.

I particularly liked Ryan's choreo to Revolver, by Madonna.
Which is the song we used for street jazz.
His style is pretty much bimbotic which is sexy, if executed nicely.

I prefer Ryan's to Fredy's style.

But still, the choreo was a little short.
Like only 20 seconds which was kinda...sad.
But Ryan taught us something called L.A turn.
Which is like a blend of hip hop turning & chaine.

And he told us the names of the some of the techniques and refined it for us.
So in a way, it was pretty good.
But I wished the choreography session could have been longer.

As it turns out, I did not head to Far East to look for shoes.
I didn't bring enough money.
So I went to Bugis and bought a headband that emits Native American vibes.
And I bought a can of cat food for Peanut.

Peanut's the name of a stray cat whom I made friends with.
Whenever I go jogging in the evening, I always see Peanut sitting the usual spot.
So I decided to go up to the cat and establish bonds with it.

It's nice, because Peanut recognizes me and meows whenever I approach.
Then he, or she =/
will sprawl onto the ground next to me and I'll give him/her a nice kitty rub on the back

I have a natural affinity with animals.
Awesomeness (:

It's almost 11.30pm.
I shall try and salvage the codes for the blogskin for a bit.

Of Confusion; Of Lingering Doubts

The smell of the autum leaves
The chill of the winter snow
The reverence of the summer heat
The breeze of the spring winds.

This is seriously awesome. Lea Salonga rules.

I do not enjoy reading the Counselling text for quizzes, ttvm. Have completed my Health Family Tree. Huzzah!

I see that I'm predisposed to inherit suspected anorexic behaviors, arthritis, migraine & irregular heartbeats.

I have decided to crack open my Counselling textbook and read Chapter 2: Foundations of Counselling to prepare myself for Quiz 2 on Thursday.

Goodbye.

I realized that I have not been updating as much as here's a quickie.

Had the iCool / TPDE performance last Tuesday and it was extremely fun getting to perform onstage with HH2. It was my first public performance and I was pretty much nerve-wrecked. I vaguely recall seeing Janell and Zyndie, along with some of the juniors who were there.

I messed up the finale. I executed an extremely obvious mistake, and I hope the the videos that were taken did not show me doing that mistake. Overall it was pretty much a success (:

Then last Friday was the campus relay thingy at the Triangular Garden / Bedok Reservoir. Alex and I were the only HSS senior students running. Some of the juniors were there, including some HSS staff. We slogged our way to 13th position, which was a minor disappointment, because the top 12th groups get trophies. Oh well at least I got to bond a little with the juniors and talked to 2 new teachers whom I've never met.

I, along with some HSS people took part in a research study to find out whether several clips are effective in eliciting the desired emotions. They showed several clips that were familiar, for instance: CSI, Love Actually, Rush Hour 3, Bruce Almighty and one of the Saw sequels - of which was particularly disturbing.

They showed the scene where an innocent girl was tossed into a pit full of hypodermic needles and she has to swim her way through to find a key to open a door. It was pretty much distressing, because I could actually feel the needles poking me, as though I were the one screaming my lungs out instead of her. The clips of Disgust genre totally freaked me out and I covered my eyes during every clip.

Dance trgs have ceased, since the schedule isn't out yet, but I'm beginning to dread going for Modern practices. My techniques are rotten. I can't pirouette on my right leg and I can't chaine right. Haven't been practicing hip hop as well. I'd like to go for open classes, but can't exactly find the time to do them.

Went for my grandfather's birthday dinner at Novena and we had Brazilian food. Unless you're a carnivore, you shouldn't try Brazilian food, because they're pretty much heavy on meat. I tried banana fritters, but didn't fancy it. It was gooey and pretty sweet and a little oily. I also tried chicken's heart. Yes, I mean heart. The one that resides in your chest cavity going thump thump thump and pumping blood to your body. It was actually really tiny - half the size of a thumb drive - and you can see a hole where the aorta or vena cava right have actually been. So my sis and I were holding the heart up and scrutinizing it and attempting to figure out where the veins would have been.

Anyway, today was an extremely unproductive day in school. Went for A & P lecture at 9am, only to suddenly remember that Dr Lee sent a mass email to us, saying that lecture would be at 10am. So a few of us who turned up at 9am hung out outside the LT. Then at 10am when we entered the LT, it turned out that lecture was replaced by this talk on entrepreneurship. So lecture was cancelled. Lynette had Child Psych lecture. So Ash, Qianhui, Jesslyn and I decided to head to the library to study for A & P quiz, which backfired because we ended up talking about relationships, and how the term "boyfriend and girlfriend" has become so overrated. Apparently the three of them are extremely familiar with my taste in the opposite sex and predicted what kind of girlfriend I would be. It was pretty much hilarious, but I had a real great time talking to them.

Then we got an sms from Nette, saying that CG time was cancelled, which sucked, because it means that I came to school for no apparent reason.

A & P Quiz
Health Family tree
APIP research articles

I still have not completed my book: Porn for Serene. I've been caught up with school and dance ttvm. I've just finished condensing A & P assignment 2 from a whopping 4 pages t 2.5 pages. That's just 0.5 pages more than the set limit. Alas, its time for me to read A & P lecture slides for the quiz tomorrow. I feel like I've been slacking a lot and not studying and not being productive.