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Monday, December 21, 2009.
Rant.
5:28 PM

Seriously, the thing I really hate most is my name. I never thought my name suited me. Really. I never thought so. I'm so different from the person whom I'm named after. Google it if you want to know more.

Neither did I like my Chinese name that much. One of the reason why I, most of the time, if possible, left it to just Jacinta Lim. (Why bother writing so much when you already dislike your name?) SERIOUS. 

Who'd ever thought Jacinta Lim Qiu Xuan is a fat, loud and sometimes rude person?

I even wanted to put this as my facebook status. Trust me, if not for the amount of replies and "demands" from relatives asking, I would really wanted to put it as my facebook status. But I guess relatives don't read my blog. (Although my mom would maybe stumble across it--but I'm really not going to care. Because, this post is to spite her. Yeah I know. I shouldn't do that. It was after much thinking, I decided to post this. I'm really, really angry at her.)

I know I'm rather demanding, sometimes maybe to the extent of irksome. Anything that irks me more is to demand me to do something. Which is household chores. Especially folding clothes. I know it may be a simple thing to some of you all out there, but no. Not for me. I sooooo totally hate folding clothes. Especially my mom's. She has like a few drawers where she puts clothes, and if I don't put it right, she might just nag at me again. So no. I REALLY HATE FOLDING CLOTHES. I asked my sister to help. Like all typical sisters, she just flatly said NO. 

Okay lor, you landed me in deep trouble. I'm hating you for that. Hmph.

She asked me to fold while she's praying. I said I really DO NOT WANT to fold. (Usually my sis is the one who folds clothes. Or my mom herself.) Then she somemore never ask my sis lor. Even when she always does it. Plus like that she does it better what. Zzz. I hate you all man.




I don't know lar. I know people are going to criticise me for being so irksome. Aiyah. Do all you want la. I don't care le. F5. 

I'm going to make a duct-tape wallet as a holiday project. Well, I'm doing that instead of doing my homework. Oh yeah. Anyone can send me a scanned copy of the English holiday homework?



Friday, December 11, 2009.
BLOODY EARACHE.
6:02 PM

I have an earache. It's damn painful can. Somemore, I can't hear properly. And then, I'm having a cold and cough. ZzzZzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz.



Monday, December 7, 2009.
5:16 PM

I feel like strangling everyone including myself right now. What did I do to you all? I haven't , ALRIGHT? 



Monday, November 30, 2009.
More than a month.
7:22 AM

I've decided that I haven't been posting for veryyyyyy LONG.
Hence the update. Actually I don't know la, I find it tiring to update. HAHAHAHAH. Besides I've been Mapling again. Protests from my mom and my sis. My mom says that I become really hotheaded when I play maple, and yearns for me to to go back to the time when I quit Maple. Zzzz.


And December is approaching fast. Wow.



Saturday, October 24, 2009.
Beautiful.
5:03 PM

Won't beat round the bush, here's the lyrics of the song.

Beautiful
Eminem

Lately, I've been hard to reach
I've been too long on my own
Everyone has their private world
Where they can be alone
Are you calling me
Are you trying to get through
Are you reaching out for me
I'm reaching out for you

I'm just so fuckin' depressed
I just can't seem to get out this slump
If I could just get over this hump
But I need something to pull me out this dump
I took my bruises, took my lumps
Fell down and I got right back up
But I need that spark to get psyched back up
In order for me to pick the mic back up
I don't know how or why or when
I ended up in this position I'm in
I'm startin' to feel distant again
So I decided just to pick this pen up
and try to make an attempt to vent
But I just can't admit or come to grips
That I may be done with rap, I need a new outlet
And I know some shit, so hard to swallow
But I just can't sit back and wallow in my own sorrow
But I know one fact, I'll be one tough act to follow
One tough act to follow
I'll be one tough act to follow
Here today, gone tomorrow
But you'd have to walk a thousand miles

In my shoes, just to see, what it's like to be me
I'll be you, let's trade shoes
Just to see what it'd be like to feel your pain
You feel mine, go inside each others' minds
Just to see what we'd find, look at shit through each others eyes
But don't let them say you ain't beautiful
They can all get fucked, just stay true to you
But don't let them say you ain't beautiful
They can all get fucked, just stay true to you

I think I'm startin' to lose my sense of humor
Every thing's so tense and gloom
I almost feel like I got to check the temperature of the room
Just as soon as I walk in, it's like all eyes on me
So I try to avoid any eye contact
'Cause if I do that, then it opens the door for conversation, like I want that
I'm not looking for extra attention
I want to be just like you
Blend in with the rest of the room
Maybe just point me to the closest restroom
I don't need no fuckin' man servant, tryin' a follow me around and wipe my ass
And laugh at every single joke I crack and half of them ain't even funny like
"Ahh, Marshall you're so funny, man, you should be a comedian, god damn"
Unfortunately I am, I just hide behind the tears of a clown
So why don't you all sit down, listen to the tale I'm about to tell
Hell, we ain't gotta trade our shoes, and you ain't gotta walk no thousand miles

In my shoes, just to see, what it's like to be me
I'll be you, let's trade shoes
Just to see what it'd be like to feel your pain
You feel mine, go inside each others' minds
Just to see what we'd find
Look at shit through each others eyes
But don't let them say you ain't beautiful
They can all get fucked, just stay true to you
But don't let them say you ain't beautiful
They can all get fucked, just stay true to you

Nobody asked for life to deal us what these bullshit hands were dealt
We gotta take these cards ourselves, and flip them, don't expect no help
Now I could of either, just sat on my ass and pissed and moaned
Or take this situation in which I'm placed, and get up and get my own
I was never the type of kid to wait by the door and pack his bags
Or sat on the porch and hoped and pray for a dad to show up who never did
I just wanted to fit in, in every single place, every school I went
I dreamed of being that cool kid, even if it meant actin' stupid
Aunt Edna always told me, keep makin' that face, it'll get stuck like that
Meanwhile, I'm just standin' there holdin' my tongue tryin' a talk like "thissss"
'Til I stuck my tongue on that frozen stop sign pole at 8 years old
I learned my lesson then, 'cause I wasn't tryin' to impress my friends no more
But I already told you my whole life story, not just based on my description
'Cause where you see it, from where you're sittin', it's probably 110 percent different
I guess we would have to walk a mile in each others shoes at least
What size you wear, I wear 10s, let's see if you could fit your feet

In my shoes, just to see, what it's like to be me
I'll be you, let's trade shoes
Just to see what it'd be like to feel your pain
You feel mine, go inside each others minds
Just to see what we'd find
Look at shit through each others' eyes
But don't let them say you ain't beautiful
They can all get fucked, just stay true to you
But don't let them say you ain't beautiful
They can all get fucked, just stay true to you

Lately I've been hard to reach
I've been too long on my own
Everyone has their private world
Where they can be alone
Are you calling me
Are you trying to get through
Are you reaching out for me
I'm reaching out for you

Yeah, to my babies, stay strong, Dad will be home soon
And to the rest of the world, God gave you them shoes
To fit you, so put them on and wear 'em
Be yourself, man, be proud of who you are
Even if it sounds corny
Don't ever let anyone tell you, you ain't beautiful


Maybe we should trade shoes sometimes huh? You might never know what the other party feels like. Yeah, true that we may never know what the other party is feeling, "trading each other shoes" is just a metaphor, but we should learn to put ourselves in their situation. That includes me, hah.

Oh here's the song.



Sunday, October 18, 2009.
A not so detailed predictive analysis of my exam results
6:49 PM

Hey so exams is over. 305 ended last. WTF. 306 only 4 people. So don't really count. 

Anyway, like what the title says, and I've got nothing to write about... so yeah.

Sure fail subject: POA
Of course, of course. OF COURSE I'LL FAIL POA LAH. To be honest the Paper 1 was okay. And I thought Paper 2 would be "around there". THEN NO LOR, Paper 2 proved to be VERY MUCH DIFFICULT. Plus I forgot the format liao. HAH. (Hope I donch get like, F9.)

Other subjects.
Higher Chinese: I'll be as dead as the VP okay! (Geddit? If you don't, then too bad cos I don't want to get a lawsuit from the school saying that I slandered her. Yeah I'm like exaggerating.) I have no idea what I wrote for Paper 1. Paper 2 was... OMFG. Sure as dead as the VP liao lah!

Ingrish English: Erm I don't have that much confidence. I mean it. I gave feedback to the school in Paper 1 rather than doing a serious compo. And I didn't get WTF Paper 2 was talkin' about.

Comb. Humans: Unless Ms Nurain is going to give me chance, I don't think I'll pass Comb. Humans cos... I gave a one liner for one of the SBQ questions in SS. :/ Okay it wasn't exactly a one liner. It was about a small paragraph consisting of one sentence. :P

Comb Science: Quuuuuuuuuuuuite confident about passing. Just passing. No distinctions. I think.

E. Math: I think I'm gonna fail by a little.

F&N: Same. I wrote whatever my commonsense told me to. So not a lot of technical things about my answers. :/

I think that's about it lah. AIYAH IM SO GONNA FAIL EVERYTHING. ._.






Monday, October 5, 2009.
mundane day.
8:25 PM

I was bitching at my block's void deck with M.C. Can't reveal too much, else she'll suffer. 

We were talking about demoralising herself by mixing with some peeps. A lot of ranting. In the end I reached home at like, 6.45pm. 

Quite confident about the mock test today. Though...
I kind of have this 'superpower'.
Everytime I want something to happen, the opposite happens. That means that maybe I want it to rain today, but it turns out to be all sunny. But this doesn't really works in my favour, only seldom. Sickening. I don't know if it could be considered as a superpower. Who cares anyway.

During English lesson, vegetable gave us a vocab quiz.

The words are: unconcealed, ravaged, impulse and two more words that I forgot. Cos below these words, the sentences the guys constructed were:

Unconcealed: I unconcealed vegetable's skirt.
Ravaged: I ravaged through vegetable's skirt.
Impulse: I raped vegetable on impulse.

Nice one. Veggie refers to a teacher. We generally don't like.