twentyfifthseptember2004
Chere Cheryl,
thanks for helping me get a lovely gmail account with ONE WHOLE GB OF SPACE ((: which i am very happy to have. You are a sweet little junior ((: [and i am an equally nice senior lalalala]
Votre amie, Mary
[rs stuff, liqi's fwds, fanfic + fictionpress reviews, everything else goes THERE. Yayness.
twentyfourthseptember2004
I love having lunch with juniors. I fins it irrepressibly amusing how they get all sorts of intersting and odd notions in their heads and all. It's hailarious. Went with Guojun to the Toa Payoh HDB Hub [dodn't see any weirdos, no no no] and wanted to go Starbucks (: UNFORTUNATELY, when i have the money, the coffee jelly thng is out of stock which was a really great pity. Awww. Thusm, we went to our back-up plan [as usual] McDonalds, where we bought fries and 25 cents ice ccream. Quite funny really, because the junior in question stuck fries through her ice cream, and when we reached the bottom of the cone [goodness, that sounds like we were walking DOWN the cone, doesn't it?] we stuck fries down it. Quite a creative form of eating. Guojun was also trying to tell me the difference between creative eating and bad manners. Ah wells.
Goodness, this post is quite a bit of rambling isn't it. Well. au revoir!
twentythirdseptember2004
"I think Lee Kuan Yew is so cute leh!"
-Quoted from someone in class during Com Studies ((:
twentysecondseptember2004
I realise you can tell a lot about a person from looking at her bookmarked pages. Haha.
So i decided to be lame and silly and slackified [by right i ought to be francais-ing] and re-sort my bookmarks. Let me see. the 6A Forum, the ABC Free Sheet Music website, Le Monde, various lyrics sites of Les Mis and Phantom of the Opera, Moulin Rouge image site, The Barricade on the Rue de Chanverie, Les Miserables Fan Fiction index, Wikepedia, FF.net and the LOTR site directory. Hahahaha. Obviously i am bored. will be good and do RS now ((:
J'aime France!
eighteenthseptember2004
MY ELVEN DIARIES FIC IS UP!!!
http://www.fanfiction.net/s/2063163/1/
Oohlala I feel accomplished. Took a WEEK to write this. Yayness. People, go and read and review.
fifteenthseptember2004
Reading MORE fanfic during com studies. I really ought to stop reading fics >< Les Miz angst fics are so nice to read. And the LOTR V.S.D fics are hilarious too. Yayness. Von is playing Hexic. WT is blogsurfing. Adeline + Alexis are playing some weird game. Susanta and/or Grace are playing some weird chinese song. Ah wells. Am currently very amused, and not sure whether to proceed with silly Elven Diaries fic. Maybe I should. Have been writing fluffy romance/tragedy for so LONG. My parodying [such a word?] skills are deproving, oww. And I think it would be fun. Next on my list of to-writes: A Mercution/Tybalt slash fic!! I find that IMMENSELY interesting. Yayness.
Anyway, more sane stuff next update. Au revoir.
twelvthseptember2004
Oh dear. Was reading bad Les Miz/Sound of Music crossover fics...and here is a REALLY hilarious excerpt, to the tune of "Favourite Things"...to read it yourself, http://www.oocities.org/framboise1832/sound_of_miseres.htm
Barricades in the Rue de la Chanvrerie,
Gunfire deaf’ning the bells of Saint-Merry,
Shooting bourgeois who yell, “Long live the King!?
These are a few of my favourite things!
Our Fearless Leader, a splendid blond statue,
Wetting yourself when a musket’s aimed at you,
Shouting “Do you hear the pe-eople sing?!?
These are a few of my favourite things!
Waving red flags, wearing tricolour sashes,
Dodging the grapeshot and cannon-fire flashes,
Valjean refusing (the wimp!) to join in:
These are a few of my favourite things!
When the Guard fires, the tocsin rings,
When I’m reeeeeeally scared,
I simply remember my favourite things,
And suddenly I don’t care!
Cynical winecasks Enjolras despises,
Heartbroken waifs meeting bloody demises,
Combeferre indoors busily bandaging:
These are a few of my favourite things!
Tying Javert to a post for his spying,
All of us damned well heroically dying,
Oh, insurrection! The joy that it brings!
These are a few of my favourite things!
Oh, and I tried singing it. It fits rather perfectly, though it is rather odd...Let's just say it's hilarious ((: There's one to the tune of Sixteen going on Seventeen (pairing Eponine and Courfeyrac, shock horror!) as well...Je suis amuser. Yay.
tenthseptember2004
I HAVE MSN IN FRENCH HAHAHAHA.
ninthseptember2004
You know, I am horrified. Simply shocked beyond what words can express. Even when going for aerobics, I do not see how any self- respecting person can garb herself in a pale baby pink tank top and wear fluroscent pink track pants, along with white and pink Nikes and a pink scrunchie. It's overdoing the whole "I wanna look like Bubbles from PPG" thing, isn't it? Yes, I am on the warpath against candy pink and airheaded fluff. it has gone on for too long, made too amny people sick to the stomach and made too many airheads happy. This is a dangerous social phenomenon we ought to curb at once. Obviously, there is a large danger in case we haven't noticed, this may cause legions of screaming and squealing pink and fluffily clad girls to start a revolution [if they can even find where their pink swords are] and SHOCK HORROR, we may have pink uniforms, pink shoes, watch Britney Spears MTVs, eat pink popcorn and cotton candy...gasp. That is why we ought to really, take them seriously and not underestimate them, because frankly, even if they don't have much power, there ae enough of them to drive all of us to a mental hospital - or cause those in the proximity of the Tour d'Eiffel to leap off it.
eighthseptember2004
Okay, as you can see, we have an emergency on hand. Do you not realise a dangerously shocking trend in the movie industry? How many bimbo movies have there been this year? Lemme count. Confessions of a Teenage Drama Queen, which more or less sparked off this year's spate of teen-pink movies. Mean Girls, the movie that rocked the bimbo world and sent squealing little girls running to cinemas and giggling their pink heads off. 13 Going on 30, which once again made airheads giggle with delight and joy - their entertainment was apparently obvious, and geve us an insight into how many people watch this sort of stuff [either intentionally or not]. The came Ella Enchanted, which was just pure garbage, but again, little bimbos loved it. [of course they did] Now, with the nth remake of Cinderella, we have A Cinderella Story [or whatever the title is]. Frankly, do we really need to see Hilary Duff, Lindsay Lohan or Anne Hathaway prance around in some frilly dress and act in a plotless, artless movie? Do we relly need to endanger the world, which is already in such a bad state? Frankly, we could do with less of these. Every one inculdes the teen actresses squealing, prancing, giggling. Please do not further encourage thE already overwhelmingly large number of aiaheads. After all, can we say anything else other than money-making venture doomed to fail??
Au revoir.
sixthseptember2004
Quizzes and stuff. Blah.
'Tis a great mystery, but somehow you have come to
belong in Jane Eyre; a random world of love,
kindness, madness, bad luck and lunatic
ex-wives. There really isn't much to say about
the place you belong in. It's your place, and
though it seems far from reality largly due to
how random the events are, you seem to enjoy
it. You belong in a world where not too many
people understand you, and where you can be
somewhat of a recluse.
Which Classic Novel do You Belong In?
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France
?? Which Country Are You From ??
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Jean Nicholas Arthur Rimbaud
What classically cool poet or writer are you?
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You're a Londoner (if that's a word) from the most
popular city in Great Britain. You more or
less speak the Queen's English and you're damn
proud of it.
What Sort of Brit are You?
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Whatever. I was bored. Bye.
fourthseptember2004
"There was a man in the lift with the ice cube." Frankly, what would you THINK if you heard that? I thought at once, a la Titanic, a man in the lift with an ice cube around his height, and grimacing at the melting thing. At least, that was what i envisioned, which was ahem. Different from what Guojun meant, decidedly.
Guojun was talking about when she was little she put an icecube into the lift and made the lift go up and down until a man FINALLY got into the lift and was standing near the ice cube. It was of course not a good idea to tell me the anecdote in the MRT station because I started laughing like a mad rhino and so did Guojun, and so on and so forth...Anyway, she meant an ice cube with dimensions 20 by 5 (cm) and somehow, in my mind, i managed to spin off strange images and all that. Ahaha. Helen Fielding should write a sequel to Olivia Joules and the Overactive Imagination and title it Mary Leong and the Overactive Imagination. Grins evilly.
After that watched Les Miz again, in school just now. Yayness. It was really amusing, because Yanmin was asking me who Michael Maguire aka Enjolras was. And several mispronouncations of Eponine's name and and me playing Joyce's erhu during First Attack and Yanmin agreeing that Michael Ball aka Marius looked like Sam [from LOTR] and laughing my head off when someone said something like "He didn't have to die upside down" [referring to Enjolras]. Oh no. Ther I go again.
Anyway, au revoir.
secondseptember2004
I am here to blog about the highly dangerous and worrying topic of mosquitoes. Yes, you heard me - mosquitoes. Surely you've heard of the pesky creatures that go buzz in the night and have these long bloodsucking thingies the size of Vittorio the Vampire's (Anne Rice!) fangs...Okay, sue me, i'm exaggerating. However, as the lovely white-suited PAP Environmental agency people came rapping on our door demanding to be let in to check for the presence of mosquitoes in the flat, I let out a snort. Excusez-moi, mosquitoes can FLY. (unlike us poor humans) Apparently, they feel that if people in a certain flat get bitten by mosquitoes and get dengue fever, the mopsquitoes MUST BE THERE, send NASA and the latest probe in here, we have to curb the mosquitoes. Wait a moment there. Unfortunately, humans can move too, and so can mosquitoes. Wow! Two variables! THEREFORE, their deduction that the mosquitoes must have come from HERE is inconclusive. I rest my case.
thirtiethaugust2004
I'm fully delighted because I have managed to memorize the whole entire dance. Yay. I am proud of myself gringringrin. Anyway, it will be THE biggest class bash of the year. Whee. I am hyper. Woke up a few hours ago in time for dinner. Haha. Anyway, obviously this makes little or close to no sense. Anyway. Must go and type up, ahem, SOMETHING. *grins conspiratorally at RS mates* HAHAHAH. laughs evilly and grins like a mad cow.
Byee.
twentyseventhaugust2004
Anyway, a big hug and pat on the head to all the sweet little people who have given me pressies and wished me happy birthday *hugs* Anyway, i shall start from the most, er, interesting present. Liqi for her squishy duckhead. A most...exquisite specimen, I must say. *coughcough* Vonnie for her tiny forever friends bear that is so nice to POKE! whee! *pokepoke* Vettsie for the adorable puppy and colourful lolly which i ate on the way home cos i was hungry. *grins* Anyway, Charlene, me is sorry that i haven't got your pressie YET. yes, it's been two months hasn't it? Sigh. Must go shopping this weekend.
Anyway, to drift back to fanfic, let's see. the Éowyn/Haldir one is coming along nicely...whee. Think they make a marvellous pairing, as nicely as Christine/the Phantom pairings (: Lalala. Reading Phantom of the Opera fics now. Fairly interesting stuff. Hahaha. Anyway. Methinks you do not wish to read any more weird stuff.
Wishing You Were Somehow Here Again from Phantom of the Opera
You were once
my one companion . . .
you were all
that mattered . . .
You were once
a friend and father -
then my world
was shattered . . .
Wishing you were
somehow here again . . .
wishing you were
somehow near . . .
Sometimes it seemed
if I just dreamed,
somehow you would
be here . . .
Wishing I could
hear your voice again . . .
knowing that I
never would . . .
Dreaming of you
won't help me to do
all that you dreamed
I could . . .
Passing bells
and sculpted angels,
cold and monumental,
seem, for you,
the wrong companions -
you were warm and gentle . . .
Too many years
fighting back tears . . .
Why can't the past
just die . . .?
Wishing you were
somehow here again . . .
knowing we must
say goodbye . . .
Try to forgive . . .
teach me to live . . .
give me the strength
to try . . .
No more memories,
no more silent tears . . .
No more gazing across
the wasted years . . .
Help me say
goodbye.
Au revoir. =frenchrocks=
twentysixthaugust2004
Someone here is going to be fourteen in three hours. Or so, anyway. Ah well. Mary laughs. Anyway, I'm quite annoyed because I digress so easily. Math test was okay, by the way. Duh. But for someone who fails math more often than GWB gives the signal to bomb Iraq....well. Okay, maybe it was just that the paper was easy. Lalala. Anyway. Better get back ON TRACK and do my history debate thing. Ugh. Mary rolls eyes.
P.S. The PB returned me my dollar. Finally. Dunno whether to cheer or to cry.
twentyfirstaugust2004
"I've always loved france ever since i found out that the little blue-white-red flag on the viva drink packets were french flags."
-Ck, on her blog.
Well, I've always loved france since I read a little storybook about a little french girl when i was four, and then i started reading the atlas about france, and poof there goes my full blown obsession with France. So obviously i sympathize greatly with Ck's plight, cos her mum wants her to quit french. NOOO. C'est evil. Ah well. Anyway. Me supposed to be project-ing, so shall go back on track yeahs? tata.
P.S. VON JUZ TOLD ME IAN THORPE TAKES FRENCH!!!!!!!! AAAAAAAAAH!!!!!! *screams and runs around hyperventilating*
twentyfirstaugust2004
Bonjour Bonsoir again! Finally updating again. I feel so chilled out for some reason, ant it is freaking me out greatly because I ought to be tense and utterly frightened and running around like a headless chicken/elephant/camel/dinosaur/humanoid OR be studying or cramming due to a certain object created to instil fear in the hearts of all, called math test. *shrieks in fear for i have said the forbidden words* Unfortunately, **someone** here needs tweaking in her priority list, and decided to slack off tonight. Tralala. Saturdays weren't invented for no reason, you know.
J'ai besoin sortir. Au revoir.
P.S. Hail Frenchies! [moi`joyce`simin`ck`blawsum`anyone else who wants their name added up here]
sixteenthaugust2004
Okay, you know what news i just heard from a trusted ally? Well, apparently you CAN be sent for straight DC for starting a campaign in any way that seems to oppose the school, or a certain preeeeeeee-feccctoriaaaaaaal boaaaaard. Let's look at it this way, how about that? The lawmakers thrust their own evil plans and propaganda upon us, the suffering, yet we cannot say a single word about it. We cannot, MUST NOT, for it brings, shock horror, DC! *claps hand to mouth and looks shocked* Allegedly, the school is afraid that we will all rise up beyond their expectations in a negative manner, and overthrow them, in the worst manner possible. However, look at the state of the PEOPLE now. Are we likely to overthrow people whom are sitting happy on their posts like a certain American president *some intials GWB come to mind* and do we have the power to?
Anyway, I still want to start a petition and campaign against some aspects such as the overloading of tests when and where they like, and the unfairness of -oh the irony- not being able to speak out. Look. I am speaking out against not being able to speak out. Please.
Censorship reflects a society's LACK OF CONFIDENCE in itself
Bye.
fifteenthaugust2004
Quizzes.
Erik, the Phantom of the Opera -- You are a dark
and untrusting person. Few people trust you
and you trust no one. Many rumors are spread
about you, some good, some bad. It is mainly
due to your skill and ability to do more things
than can be imagined.
What Phantom of the Opera Character Are You?
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This test brought to you by Blakeney Manor.
Find out:Which Scarlet Pimpernel character are you?
You will end up with Raoul! He would love you but
he doesn't have many interesting qualities.
Upside...he's rich!
Which Phantom of the Opera guy will you end up with? brought to you by Quizilla
Tralala. Must be good and go study for chinese test.
Au revoir.
thirteenthaugust2004
it's friday.
c'est vendredi. i just finished Eng Oral. Whee. Somehow I feel
liberated. The HP 2005 results are out. Jingwei for head, and who-knows-who and Karwei for vice heads. Congrats Jingwei. *claps for
nice Jingwei* I have nothing to say concerning the rest, because I have no affiliation whatsoever to them, and they are evil anyway. Yes.
THE PB STILL OWES ME MY FRICKING DOLLAR, SINCE A MONTH AGO. I swear the PB is a bit slow. I'm going to say that they can't book me till I get my dollar back. Evil laugh. And the moral of the story? The person with the key to the oh-so-prehhhhhcioussssssss PB money box should stay in the PB room more often so that poor citizens a la MOI, will be able to get our money back. Whee.
Frankly? That did not make sense. Ah well.
Tata, au revoir.
tenthaugust2004
Why Can't the English - from My Fair Lady
Henry: Look at her, a prisoner of the gutter,
Condemned by every syllable she ever uttered.
By law she should be taken out and hung,
For the cold-blooded murder of the English tongue.
Eliza:
Aaoooww!
Henry imitating her:
Aaoooww!
Heaven's! What a noise!
This is what the British population,
Calls an elementary education.
Pickering:
Oh, Counsel, I think you picked a poor example.
Henry:
Did I?
Hear them down in Soho square,
Dropping "h's" everywhere.
Speaking English anyway they like.
You sir, did you go to school?
Man:
Wadaya tike me for, a fool?
Henry:
No one taught him 'take' instead of 'tike!
Why can't the English teach their children how to speak?
This verbal class distinction, by now,
Should be antique.
If you spoke as she does, sir,
Instead of the way you do,
Why, you might be selling flowers, too!
Hear a Yorkshireman, or worse,
Hear a Cornishman converse,
I'd rather hear a choir singing flat.
Chickens cackling in a barn
Just like this one!
Eliza:Garn!
Henry:
I ask you, sir, what sort of word is that?
It's "Aoooow" and "Garn" that keep her in her place.
Not her wretched clothes and dirty face.
Why can't the English teach their children how to speak?
This verbal class distinction by now should be antique.
If you spoke as she does, sir,
Instead of the way you do,
Why, you might be selling flowers, too.
An Englishman's way of speaking absolutely classifies him,
The moment he talks he makes some other Englishman despise him.
One common language I'm afraid we'll never get.
Oh, why can't the English learn to set
A good example to people whose English is painful to your ears?
The Scotch and the Irish leave you close to tears.
There even are places where English completely disappears.
In America, they haven't used it for years!
Why can't the English teach their children how to speak?
Norwegians learn Norwegian; the Greeks have taught their Greek.
In France every Frenchman knows his language from "A" to "Zed"
The French never care what they do, actually, as long as they pronounce it properly.
Arabians learn Arabian with the speed of summer lightning.
And Hebrews learn it backwards, which is absolutely frightening.
But use proper English you're regarded as a freak.
Why can't the English,
Why can't the English learn to speak?
I read this. And I laugh. Really, really laugh. Its hilarious, really. Au revoir.
P.S. Changed my blog music to
Time by Josh Groban. Nice song. Love his voice. It's so Broadway!
P.S.S. Forgot to be patriotic.
HAPPY BIRTHDAY SINGAPORE! JOYEUX ANNIVERSAIRE SINGAPOUR!
seventhaugust2004
You see, National Day celebrations is really a day where we all act really nuts and the people are uber-enthu [don't ask me why, i don't have the slightest inkling] about community singing and dance in circles around the [nonexistent] maypole and twirl each other around and chriek their hearts out and our voices ring out tunelessly with the sounds of music and when we don't know the lyrics we just say "lalalala" or "blahblahblah". Yes. Fun right.
Oh. Anyway, the resident nutcases of 209 went around serenading our darling Romeo aka LiQi with National Day songs. Whee. Fun.
"We are Singapore, we are Singapore, we will stand together, hear the lion [cue: we bend to LQ's ear] ROOOAR..." and so on. Yes I know. I just said that we were nutcases right?
Tralalala. Arriverderci. Au revoir.
thirdaugust2004
It's August. Anyone knows what that means?
1. National Day soon. Yawns. It's okay the first eight years of your life. the next four years are dreary. And after that it's plain yawn-ish.
2. Tests. Lots of it. It's not Aug for nothing yeah.
3. My birthday. IF ANYONE DARES TO GIVE ME HIGH SOCKS, I WILL PERSONALLY KILL YOU. *mary glares*
Just came over from a friend's blog. She was saying about how sleep was essential. I so agree man. I need sleep. And now am multitasking, by the way, and doing RS minutes at the same time. So many back copies of RS Minutes to type up. Ok, it's MY fault, happy? Yes it IS. Oh no. Now i am schizophrenic. This is not a good sign. I am officially not making sense. Anyway. RS is pretty much irrelevant nowadays, because Li Qi and I are obsessing over lollipops and monologues and, well, irrelevant stuff. Yes. Aaaaaaaaaanyway. That was irrelevant too.
Au revoir, mes amis.
thirtyfirstjuly2004
Wow, wow, wow. Look at this. We had Student Forum yesterday, and I must say, i was
very impressed with it. In fact, i was brimming with awe and astonishment at their replies, which i was sure were
extremely useful. I was very VERY impressed with their ability to defend themselves and say once again, in not these exact words, that they are right and that we have to suffer the consequences of being in this school, HA HA HA, too bad for us poor little oppressed cockroaches.
My heart did a wrench as I saw those who dared to stand and voice their opinions [okay fine, two people, but still what happened to the minority?] get nothing but more defensive remarks on how it was "required" etc etc etc. It was merely the voicing out of opinions that do not hurt much. I can safely tell you WHY exactly I did not state my claim on DC and it's disadvantages - BECAUSE I DO NOT WISH TO BE SENT TO DC FOR IT. isn't that ironic? yes, i know that is very selfish of me, especially because it's called
helping the greater good, but still. And also because it is a very long speech. But still, again. Sigh.
I also saw a great injustice being done yesterday - fellow oppressed cockroaches being threatened to be sent for DC for
talking. Sigh. What is the justice system doing to our heads now? Ouch. I feel their agony. Sigh.
Once again, au revoir.
twentyseventhjuly2004
mary's phrase of the day - one that i find exquisitely marvellous (:
Qui entend les cris de l'angoiss? Qui entend les cris de l'opprim?
it's my MSN nic, by the way, so if you find it familiar.
This is my current mood, by the way:
A BURDEN HAS BEEN LIFTED!
WE HAVE COME NOW TO THE END!
ITS OVER!
ITS FINALLY OVER!
WE HAVE COME TO THE END OF THINGS!
I CAN SEE THE SHIRE GEOG TEACHER AND THE STRAWBERRIES!
NO MORE MANAGING DIRECTORS!
NO MORE NOTES, NO MORE GHOST!
HERE'S TO A PROSPEROUS NEW YEAR!
Okay. Maybe it's a TAD exaggerated. But you get the gist. YESYESYES!!!!!!!! its the euphoria, the glory, the splendour, the joy, the peace, the happiness....
au revoir!
twentysixthjuly2004
Monsieur Quenot is SO LAME. sheesh. Well you probably WOULDN'T want to know, but still. Anyway, he was going through our compos, and said something like, "I have to go through this every year. i really wish i didn't, it makes me embarrassed." Then he went on to explain why we couldn't write "bieser" for "kiss" in our french compo, which probably doesn't make sense to anyone ot taking french, but anyway its just a verb used to sign off letters, like "Yours Sincerely," except it's like, "Bieses". So he was trying to tell us why we should use "embrasser" for the verb "to kiss", and how it evolved from a verb "hug" to "kiss", and how we shouldn't trust the dictionary definition, cos it gives you something like "beiser" which USED to mean "kiss", until (quote Quenot)
"some smart person evolved it in the late 1900s to mean f*ck, and i shall not elaborate further" and by then, obviously the whole class was laugthing and in a total uproar. It was quite funny the way he was trying to explain, and everyone was just laughing their heads off. Ah well. What can I say?
While i am typing this, majority of the class is probably escorting wobbly old ladies and puttering around the buffet hall at who-knows-where. Okay. I probably should pity you, but i don't. For obvious reasons that you are going to finish your CIP hours faster, and all that. *mary shrieks hysterically* Bleargh. Anyway. Shall sign off here with another quote.
from moulin rouge Harold Zidler [practicing the play]: She is mine!
the Duke [muttering to himself while staring at Satine]: She is MINE!
Au revoir, mes amis
twentyfourthjuly2004
Yay. New layout up. I was trying to make a Phantom of the Opera layout but couldn't find a nice picture to go with it. How sad. Haha. Anyway, I will be blogging in a more...sporadic manner. Yes. And i have to rush now. Bye. Will make an effort to be more coherent next time. Toodles.
credited to CK