New School, Same old Troubles

My old schools are all undergoing a flurried makeover at the moment. The primary and sec schs are due for a major smash-to-the-ground-and-rebuild makeover, while the JC has undergone a sorta image makeover, retaining much of the old infrastructure while dashing a bit more blush on the cheeks.

Much of this is thanks to Brother Paul, the new principal who took over a few years ago from Sister Maria, and, according to the DF, is turning CJC into a SJI-JC. :p

Case in point being the new performing arts centre. Yes, ex-CJCians, we now have a performing arts centre, which looks suspicously like the SJI one, only in blue. And sadly enough, it stands smack in the spot where my classroom used to be. (^^!) I mean, I knew those classrooms were temporary, but dang....

The funniest thing I saw, though, was the words over the quadrangle. For those not in the know, the quadrangle is a little courtyard in the middle of the school, where all of us stood there for our assemblies, and listened to the various litanies dished out by the teachers. That was where the principals would give mass pep talks, scoldings, implorings to be better citizens and uphold the image of the school ( yea, right ). Where the students would eventually get hot, restless, and bored, and start talking to each other, and where the principal, fed up at the lack of attention, would eventually scold us for having a total lack of respect for those who demanded it. ( But yet failed to earn it from us. )

Which is why I think this sign, now overlooking the quadrangle, is especially funny. Because to me, it seems like a pathetic plea at good behaviour:

Check out what it says

My only answer: Like THAT ever stopped us.

I've just decided that I hate doing research. :( Especially when the topic is chosen by someone else, the deadlines are set by someone else, the method of writing is determined by someone else.... You get the idea........

Anyway I reached that point in the writing of my essay when I'm just "Ah screw it!" and hell with the grades, I just don't wanna work on it anymore...

This is probably why I'll never survive in research. :p

Anyway, lemme blog about more interesting stuff...

3 Idiot Things Said to Me

1. Revealing that you remembered my birthday wrong

While we're looking at a bunch of zodiac keychains, DF remarks, "That's your sign, Aquarius."

"??? I'm not an Aquarius!"

"Er...... Pisces? You're a Pisces!"

Suspicious look. "Ok, wise guy, what's my birthday?"

Along with "Am I fat?" and "Do you love me?", this is probably one of the most dangerous questions a girl can ask her guy.

"23rd Feb!"

*Pause* "That's not my birthday."

"Huh?"

"That's JULIAN'S birthday!!!"

"What?"

"You remembered JULIAN's birthday as MY birthday all this while?????"

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2. Trying to blame me for something that's partly your fault

Julian found out that trying to pin something on me while I'm PMS-enraged is not a good thing to do.

"What da fork do you mean all of you are at Fullerton????" Right on time, I arrive at the designated meeting point, only to realise that the meeting point had been changed and no one told me.

"I tried calling you all day! You never picked up!"

"My HP was on low batt! You could've SMS-ed me!"

"I had no time to SMS you!"

"WHAT DA FORK YOU MEAN YOU HAD NO TIME TO SMS??? IT TAKES LIKE LESS THAN 1 MIN TO SMS SOMEONE TO SAY VENUE HAS BEEN CHANGED! YOU TRYING TO TELL ME YOU BEEN SITTING IN THIS DAMN CAR THE WHOLE DAY AND NEVER STOPPED DRIVING AT ALL?"

"Er.. YA!"

"What time did J tell you to meet somewhere else?"

"In the afternoon."

"IN THE AFTERNOON!!! YOU HAD THE WHOLE BLARDY AFTERNOON TO SEND ME ONE SMS AND THAT WAS IT!!! AND YOUR EXCUSE IS YOU HAD NO TIME???? ONE BLARDY MIN TO SEND ONE SMS AND YOU COULDN'T FIND THE TIME???"

Note to all men: This is a terribly, terribly stupid thing to say to any girl. After all, it takes like maybe 1 or 2 minutes to write an SMS. And saying you had no time to SMS is like saying I couldn't be bothered to spend 1 min to compose an SMS. If you have to think of an excuse, don't use this one.

3. Saying I look like a man

Julian again: "You know something?"

"What?"

"When you were walking here, I thought you looked like a man with long hair!"

At this point, I pinch him really hard on his arm "ARrRGGHH!!!" he loses control slightly of the car "Screech!!!" and it nearly swerves into One Fullerton. "ARGH!"

So there you go. 3 Idiotic Things to say to any girl. Hope this helps all the guys out there.

Slummin' it

Although this isn't exactly slummin' it... I'm sitting in the cafe on the 3rd floor of the NIE library doing research for my essay, tapping away on my laptop, [happily the wireless card hasn't given me any problems in NIE, unlike a certain USB adapter I have thrown into a box in anger] listening to the radio with Shiroi, and with my handphone next to me to answer any SMSes.

And don't forget the iced caramel latte.

I've decided. I like the techie-bohemian thing.

The only problem? I'm supposed to be doing research on my essay. And right now......... I'm blogging.

Ho boy. This is gonna be a problem.

It's now the one week break, and I've one 1-2000-word essay, a couple of project meetings, a report on communication technology to complete and somewhere in there I'm supposed to fit in some meeting to practice for my music test.

And I end up doing this:

Your Dominant Intelligence is Linguistic Intelligence

You are excellent with words and language. You explain yourself well.An elegant speaker, you can converse well with anyone on the fly.You are also good at remembering information and convicing someone of your point of view.A master of creative phrasing and unique words, you enjoy expanding your vocabulary. You would make a fantastic poet, journalist, writer, teacher, lawyer, politician, or translator.

Just crown me Queen of Procrastination already. Or Lady Last Minute Despair.

Yea, I know the picture link's broken, but the 'writer' and 'teacher' part is quite the coincidence huh?

[And btw be careful when you select and copy the code. When I pasted it into my blog, I realised there were a thousand and one errors all over the place and it took me a while to manually fix everyone of them...]

Then I started reading blogs, and I realised I got tagged by
Krystal on her blog. :p So now I'm supposed to declare 5 of my weirdest habits to the whole blogging world.....
Erm, so which 5?

Promise you guys will still be friends with me after that.

Ok, here goes:

1. I get terribly excited during action flicks.

The DF found this out when we watched Red Eye on Sunday. [Good show! Cillian Murphy rocks as unsuspecting psycho killers] And I don't mean excited as in I shriek, cover my eyes in fright and miss half the movie that way.

I mean excited as in I shriek, shield my eyes if someone's about to get horribly murdered, sometimes I wave my hands like a chicken on steroids, and now with the DF, I cling to him and go, "Oh fork! Hesbehindthedoorhesbehindthedoorhesgonnagether!!!!!!"

Er, onto the next...


2. I like to kiaow my karh

Hm. Not very good English. How about: "When sitting, I normally prefer to bend one leg and perch it on the chair that I am sitting on"?

Nah, kiaow karh somehow has more say......

I don't know how or why I picked this up, because God knows my parents were always pounding me to sit properly, being a girl who should be all ladylike and all, but somewhere along the line I realised it was more comfortable to kiaow karh. All those trishaw riders had it right all along after all...

But I don't just kiaow all the time. Sometimes I cross my legs guy-style, [ironically the DF does it closed-girl style (^^!)] sometimes I sprawl one leg over the arm of the chair, sometimes I prop my legs up on the table, sometimes I sit on the table instead.

It's as if my body is doing everything it can to prevent sitting properly and ladylike. Hm.

And which leads on to....


3. I can't really sit still. Nope.

Even if I'm reading for a long period of time, I'm unable to keep still. I will periodically move my body in all sorts of almost-yoga-proportions and perform calisthenics on the furniture.

Even when I'm lying in bed reading, I will roll from side to side, sometimes sit up, then lie down again, then roll to the left, to the right... you get the idea....

And even when I'm reading, I'll tend to......


4. Talk to myself

Watch me sometime when I'm reading an exceptionally funny book. You'll hear me suddenly laugh out for no reason. Or if I'm reading something, exciting, I'll do a much-muted version of what I do in the cinema. [see above]

Or if I'm thinking of something, or like in the hall today, when I was looking for something, I'll talk to myself, swear to myself, curse myself...

It's a wonder people don't think I'm insane yet.

And the Ultimatest Weirdest Habit I have...................



5. Is simply being myself. Nothing can beat that. :p

I think I'm supposed to throw this to someone else, so will the below 5 people please subject yourself to the same loss of reputation that I just subjected myself to, arigatou gozaimasu......

1. Slayer
2. Belly
3. Yenn
4. Goldfish
5. Goodmeat [time for you to update that dusty blog of yours!]

And hey, if you guys do the tag, leave a link on a comment on my blog k?