its 3.34am and i've konstantine playing in the background.

and you don't wanna be here in the future
so you say the present's just the present, interruption to the past.

okay moving on. CTs has officially ended. well, lets just say the only paper i'm confident that i'll pass is chemistry. rumours have surfaced that our parents have to go to school to collect our results. if its true, you'll see my face in the section after the sports pages.

speaking of morbid stuff, two lives were lost very abruptly this week. both very fit people. the rjc triathlete and wwe wrestler chris benoit.

honestly, i admire triathletes. they are probably the fittest human beings around. they can cycle, swim, run, fly. nevermind the fact that i'm don't really dig the school he's in. its sad to hear of someone just pass on so suddenly and at such a young age as well.

ok sorry about the fly part.

chris benoit was one of my favourite wrestlers (i had many when i was young). even though all of us thought wwe was lame and stupid because its staged i'm still pretty sure every guy still caught raw and smackdown on their blackboxes more than 10 times (thank you supersports). and very much like dom, i prefer wrestlers who make their opponents tap out rather than go for the conventional pin-fall. (but not the headbutt manoeuvre, i still think its quite dumb to hurt yourself so you can hurt others) never did i think that chris benoit would end up killing his family and himself.

oh the fragility of life.

maybe while we sit here grumbling about why we have to sit for the alevels and why we have to study so damn bloody hard for our future, we should think of these people. lets just think of the people who died without knowing they would. lets think of those who died because they didn't see a future.

thaddaeus chong never got a chance to take the a levels. he never will.
maybe we should take some time to figure out how lucky we are.




then at the end, we can continue to grumble about why we STILL have to take the a'levels.

wah lao, konstantine damn bloody emo.

firstly, i think i'm in the same species as the author of the first joke and secondly I TOTALLY GET THE SECOND ONE! MUAHAHAHA.

i got owned bad by pure math today. it constituted 40% of my paper. i think i just lost about 30 to 35%. at least stats wasn't as bad. NO WONDER I KNOW WHAT GREEK COWS SAY!

ah yes. a day of respite tmr. well, actually the war's more or less over. left with chem paper 1.

then its the wait for the dreaded punishment meted out by the victors aka teachers and exam papers.

nehneh.

What Your Sleeping Position Says

You have a passion for everything - including sleeping. Outgoing and brash, you tend to still shock those who know you well. You tend to be selfish. You are the most likely type to hog the covers. You gravitate toward comfort and don't like extreme situations.

totally man. as you can see, i'm blogging so that pretty much says it all about what i feel about math.

okay so maybe i don't have a passion for studies.

HECK CARE LAH.

i'm very sad. i can't seem to find a decent picture of emma watson. the life section of the straits times has a pretty decent picture of her though. oh how much they all have grown those harry potter people.


awww. anyhoo, i think this is embarrassing but i always thought i could be harry potter. yes people, its a fantasy. that's why harry potter is a fantasy story where he-who-must-not-be-named (the equivalent of present-day osama bin laden) is terribly afraid of a little boy with a lightning scar streaked across his forehead (yours truly).

that's why its a fantasy.
which is why i'll never get to hook up with girls like emma watson and katie leung.

MOVING ON, day 1 of CTs was alright. chem was easier than i thought (which means got hope of passing) while econs was sooo gay. 3 hours of writing. i was waiting to see if my hand cramped or brain cramped first.

i'll be happier person after tmr. you see, tmr is bio and i for one have not finished studying bio. and as all bio students know, if you don't complete your syllabus, the possibility of you failing is the same as you taking your next breath.

its okay positive thinking people. optimism will carry you during the toughest times of your life. when you weigh 100kg, you're getting Fs and your cup is half empty. okay who am i kidding. optimism can't change that.

except maybe making your cup half full instead.

toodles.

studying through the night at the airport was rather fruitful. more fruitful than studying alone at home. i managed to finish differentiation and a bit of differential equations (bloody pain in the ass) as well as respiration and photosynthesis. :D

i was late again yesterday night this time because i was catching the last part of ghost whisperer.

the reason why i was late. :D excuse me, but i think she's the sexiest person who can talk to ghosts and lead them to the 'light'. of course, that's in the show.

anyhoo, as i've said, studying was quite fruitful. managed to sit down and really tackled the math problems. and i could do most of them. and i managed to remember the cycles for photosynthesis and respiration.

anberlin was my companion for the night. i really hearts their songs very much. can't pinpoint any bad song. so that makes missing the anberlin/copeland gig even more infuriating.

got back home at around 8 plus in the morning. i tried very hard not to sleep on the bus home. haha. and i didn't.

okay, i'm going to revise econs today. haven't touched them eons.

i am sometimes considered emo.

anyhoo, late night mugging can be somewhat irritating. at least i've finished up till normal distribution. haha. looking forward to an all-nighter on friday!

heck care beats emo hands down.

holyshit, its 3.43am. go and sleep mk.

holy crap i don't really know what i'm doing up at this hour. i have school at frickin' 9am tmr. i don't understand why school must start so early. 740am is damn early pls. i don't believe this whole "you-are-most-alert-in-the-morning" thingy. i believe that you're alert when you've had enough rest. and with this whole studying thing, we don't get enough sleep when school starts so early.

anyhoo, i've somewhat finished ionic equilibrium which marks the end of my chem revision. i shall continue with math tmr. and holy shit i haven't packed my stuff for tmr's lesson. sorry, i get distracted very easily.

well, so as i've mentioned, i am distracted easily so i was studying just now, i thought of some stuff i'd like to do before i turn 25. which, by the way, doesn't seem very far now.

1. meet some manyoo players. no not those fringe/youth players. i wanna meet ronaldo/rooney/carrick/scholes/giggs. preferably giggs. he's my childhood hero. go giggsy!

2. get a spankin' car. i saw this bmw convertible once and i swear its soo beautiful.

3. travel to europe. yes i know. sad life. i haven't been to any part of europe before.

okay i can't remember the rest. anyhoo, stupid george put me in this whole emo mood and now i'm emo over so many things. its a bad time to be emo.

i don't know what is it with me when it comes to girls. haha. everytime i think i like someone, something has to happen or circumstances would just spoil the whole shit. maybe george's right. i will never be able to score. haha. wishful thinking.

die lah. i'm going to emo the whole night.

half a year. that's all that is left of school.
half a year and i'll be out of the bitch of a system i've been stuck in for 12 years.
that's enough motivation for me to study and kick MOE and cambridge's ass come november.


HEARTS outing was HEARTS. :D

Before the throne of God above
I have a strong, a perfect plea
A great High Priest whose name is Love
Who ever lives and pleads for me
My name is graven on His hands
My name is written on His heart
I know that while in heaven He stands
No tongue can bid me thence depart
No tongue can bid me thence depart(X's2)

When Satan tempts me to despair
And tells me of the guilt within
Upward I look and see Him there
Who made an end to all my sin
Because the sinless Savior died
My sinful soul is counted free
For God the Just is satisfied
To look on Him and pardon me
To look on Him and pardon me
(Yes Lord, Thank You Lord)

Behold Him there! The risen Lamb
My perfect, spotless righteousness
The great unchangeable I AM
The King of glory and of grace
One with Himself I cannot die
My soul is purchased with His blood
My life is hid with Christ on high
With Christ my Savior and my God
With Christ my Savior and my God

One with Himself I cannot die
My soul is purchased with His blood
My life is hid with Christ on high
With Christ my Savior and my God
With Christ my Savior and my God
With Christ my Savior and my God

this song just cuts so deeply into me.

anyhoo, some tag replies!

mel-anne: hello Queen. hahaha. INDIA HEARTS UK BACK.
saffie: hello singapore!
George: your attempt to scandalize me is futile!
dom: ehh. nehmind ah. still can score lah.
fren: oh. she's great now! thanks! whoever you are. :P

HEARTS PEOPLE.

SMUN 2007 was, in the words of kat, the shit. haha. i cannot believe 24 hours before the conference commenced, i was actually dreading what was to come.

"i'm gonna waste 4 days of my life."
"what shit have i gotten myself into?"
"die lah no need to study for common tests already." (this one still stands though)

lets just say i was proven wrong and SMUN was truly an enriching and fulfilling experience. okay, its a total understatement. lets try to do this the katlyn way. (although i'm quite sure i'm nowhere near her standard of blogging. i tend to go offcourse)

DAY 1
i remember waiting for george at outram mrt for about half an hour. people sitting next to me, standing up and leaving, some people stared like i was some terrorist because my bag was humongous.

we were late lah as usual. saw xin en but of course we didn't know her then. and instead of sharing cab with her, we went ahead to take a bus to NUS.

"holymothercow" was my first thought when i entered the room i was to stay for 3 nights.

opening ceremony and opening speeches were alright.

we started bitching on the first night already. haha.

slept for 7 hours, surpassing the hours of sleep i got for the next 2 days combined. (BUT IT WAS ALL WORTH IT I TELL YOU)

Day 2
started talking to indonesia (saumya, i miss your antics now) and we just had loads of fun bitching in the midst of the committee sessions.

formed alliances and the foundation of the prata bitching alliance was laid.

social night was quite okay. the emcee was quite pretty! HAHA. after the whole shits, we stayed up till about 4 to 5am to discuss working paper. watching how people whom you only knew for 2 days behave at unearthly hours is truly amazing. (think i-wanna-be-a-popstar and nuurun's laughter)

playing i-never was funny. AND OH, THE EMERGENCE OF OUR VERY OWN MICHAEL SCOFIELD.

Day 3
THE BOMB. bitching levels started increasing. clear blocs appeared. tpjc along with other developing countries and developed took sides with each other and of course, the rest decided we sucked and formed their own "the happening" alliance. which of course, is totally not true because we are the happening, not them. i know, the truth hurts. OUCH.

ANOTHER LATE NIGHT! prata session at 4am was finally realized albeit with only about 10 people in attendance. the rest just dropped out halfway. its okay! it was great fun still! taking photos and stuff!

Day 4
if day 3 was the bomb, day 4 was the mother bomb. anyhoo, bitching sessions hit climax as we had a major catfight toward the last few minutes of committee session. i swear i was the coolest person in town at that moment because while people started yelling, pointing fingers (for some, the wrong ones) and screaming. i personified composure and ego. sitting in the middle of a very very very heated debate (another understatement), i muttered "shit i think i'm damn cool." classic moment. haha. and of course who can forget, george's "WE NEED YAM YAM" and bryan's "CONGO LOVES THE WORLD."

some things which i will never ever forget from SMUN
argentina's speech on "sustainable communicable diseases"
the belgian delegation as a whole. "we think working paper 1.5 is flawless. *awkward silence*. APPLAUSE PLEASE!"
brazil's wonderful imageries "this debate's like a pencil in the eye. pointless, but incredibly painful."
congo's pitiful speeches, bryan's fantastic acting and the mother of all quotes "therefore, congo will give UK its fullest moral support. because we have nothing."
indonesia for trying to be the first to second every motion. (seriously india hearts you guys). i can't imagine another pair sitting next to us. you guys rocked.
nigeria's "disgusting" speeches.
china's hysterical laughter.
korea's coolness. (they stayed calm and composed with me)
russia. omg the face just scares me.
singapore for producing our very own scofield
thailand for ladyboys and radhika, my new msn buddy! BILATERAL TREATY! :)
USA for having the funniest delegate. (anti-chimpanzee day, "i donno why i'm so lucky but everytime i come up to speak, the person before me will say the thing i want to say")

and of course, everything we bitched about remain etched in my memory.

anyhoo, first day of SL today was disastrous. more details in the next post.

SMUN 2007 was a blast. i HEARTS it so much.

in a nutshell, it was about
9 committee sessions lasting 3 hours each
subwaylunches
latenight(i mean really late)bitchingsessions
alliances
latenight(i mean really late again)pratasessions
5 hours of sleep altogether in 2 days
funny quotes
tense debate
cute gay couple
and last but not least, friendships.

oh and did i mention bitching? haha. it was great. GEORGE AND I GOT HONOURABLE MENTION TOO! although i really don't know what we did. HAHA. anyhoo, i'm starting to miss everyone there already. ok maybe not everyone but my allies!

the delegate from india HEARTS the delegation from
belgium,congo,indonesia,china,korea,singapore,thailand,usa and of course india.

HEARTS PEOPLE HEARTS.

SMUN 2007 WHO commitee. :D

WHO's YOUR DADDY.

-edit-
the feeling of detachment's a bitch. a badass one to say the least. owned my friends, owned.
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here the pics from choir concert plus BBQ.