Rashes=dorky.

Today has got to be the worst day of my life. Thanks to my allergy to smelly Chinese High guys.

The day started out fine and everything's great until I decided to take off my skirt. It was so getting a little unbearable in the heat and I realised I'm beginning to get some rashes at my knee area. I applied some white ointment and things were hopefully under control.

However, by the time I finished my bubble tea, my legs don't look human, more like a piece of sandpaper with many many red polka dots on it. The worst thing is, the itch was driving me crazy! It was fucking hot. I'm sweaty and sticky and this made my rashes even worse and I was madly spreading ointment all over my rashes. I figured it must be the smelly hoards of guys there! This is the first time I'm getting such horrible rashes.

Bummer, my outing with Gen was also shortened as my rashes grew into hideous and irriatingly itchy bumps all over my hands! Disgusting!!!!!!!! Sorry Gen, will make it up to you.

And we were happy.

What irks me: Newled

How dare to lie about me not doing anything project when she was the one who mops as big 500 pound fat ass around doing nothing. Well, let me tell you about our wonderful day out. Newled and I was supposedly going to Orchard Road to do survey. I said supposedly because all the time, it was ME who was doing the talking and confrontations all the time. And all she did was to tag along behind and spoil my image.

You know what the fuck is she wearing?? A thick denim jacket. I swear it increases temperature by 30 degree Celsius. A black top inside that consist of 2 layers. A 3/4 length skirt with horrible flowers on it and screams," Make me into a curtain!" How incredibly cute and adorable and lolitha! The outfit just need more lace to be cuter!! *Squeals*

(Fyi, the lace part came out of her mouth.)

To make matters worse, we were walking around on the streets from morning to afternoon. It starts to get freaking hot at around 11. Whiny pig decided to keep her jacket on in case some chee ko pek come and start stroking her fat arms. Wait. it's the roti prata man, who wants to use her flabby arms to make roti prata! Therefore, she had to cover herself up and roast herself to death.

And the worst thing was, her whining.

Aiyo, so hot arh! Come here also do nothing! (Ahem, you are doing nothing.) I want to go home and study and study and study. Aiyo, very tired leh. Shouldn't have come lor...

She won't even give me a break. I was tired and thirsty from all the asking (though not a lot but still) that I decided to get ice cream. In an attempt to suppress all her irritating whinings, I suggested she get ice cream too. Of course she wouldn't, she's heavy enough already. Then it got worst. She went on to teach me about the fats in the ice cream and her life time plan of saving money to buy costumes that she would never in her lifetime squeeze in. So, I tried to hand the asking job to her. She's a total social outcast.

When I asked her to ask some guy to help us do a survey, she was SOOOOOOOO scared!
Her lips turned white and she started shivering with fright. She said,''Don't want lar!" So I thought maybe she was scared of talking to the opposite sex since poor little pig obviously have very little experience with.. Hmm, I pointed out a woman for her to ask. (My ice cream is half melting already.)

" Don't want lar!"

she squealed again.

Or maybe she means:
"I'm a total loser that don't know how to interact with strangers let alone ask them to help us with a survey. I'm so scared!"

I so mad that I yelled at her," You ever one also don't dare to ask, come here for what? Follow me around like a dog arh?!" She was silent.

And this is my interpretation of her silence:

YES! I come here to follow you around! I also want to whine to you since I'm a loser and no one listens. And yes! I'm very scared! I'm a totaly coward! So I have to tag along. I don't dare approach strangers.
And the reason why I came is so that I can complain to you and then you will think I am really really hardworking and clever!

Then, she saw her best friend, ZiQingm and she started to act cute! PUKE.

The reason why I brought this up was Delwen Nah Yi Xuan is so full of herself for letting her tuition mates do 20 surveys. She thinks she deserve a trophy or something!
And she brought home the whole stack of done survey! So that she can show her parents that SHE did something.

Dear Mr and Mrs Nah,
Your darling little daughter did NOTHING. She brought home the stuff I did to show you guys!
No wait, I mean to deceive you guys! Your daughter is sooooooooooo immoral!
How sad. Maybe you guys should teacher her more manners or something! And try to convert her into something... thinner and less loser-ish.
Wishing you all the best in this torturous reform journey!

Fuming,
SQ

Adrenaline

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I will be away at Outward Bound School (OBS) @ Pulau Ubin next week for an entire week of nothing but adventure.

I'm looking forward to a rocking time at Pulau Ubin as I love camps, especially those in the wilderness which involves getting ourselves dirty. The whole togetherness with your groupmates is pretty awesome. I'm planning my pushing myself to the limit and see how far I can go. I would like to try kayaking for 7 hours straight, sing campfire songs, run around, break free. Miss me while I'm gone, probably having a blast.

안녕, SQ

Try and fail again

I can talk about my successes, but not my failures. Some failures are trivial to me, like failing a class quiz. Others created a rather great impact on my, leaving me with all the emotions jumbled up inside. I hate the feeling. I can't try to make it better. Only time can heal my wounds.

Now I'm guilt-stricken. I have absolutely no idea. No plan. It's as if I'm in a dream, walking around, dazed. It's as if I'm trying to escape from my worries but at the same time pondering over it calmly, totally numbed of any emotions. Such a great blow. A blow that knocked out all my sanity totally. Till now, I have not brought myself to believe that. Time's going a little forward and a little backwards. I'm confused.

Now, I know how it hurts to be a perfectionist.

If only there is no such things as failure or success.
If only no one bothers about failure.
If only no one is destined to fail.
If only success could come by as easily as failure.

Still loving,
SQ

And it was you, me and us.

Steph

With Linwen and Dan

With love

080208: Chinese roots

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New Year's Eve this year was basically:

珲春
Otherwise known as writing words you don't understand using brushes and then tossing it away.
Celebration in school (Boring)
The so called concert was uninteresting and cliche. Dances, songs, instruments, exchanged mandarin oranges. It was just doing what we had to so for the sake of doing it though I can't really help being stuck in restricted and uncreative Singapore.

Meetup (Finally!)

My girls decided to go hang out at Shan Jee's house. I had to rush home for the ridiculous reunion lunch before jackrabbiting over. It turned out I didn't really need to stuff my bowl of rice down my throat. Pizza and drumsticks were fingerlicking good. After we were done, we went down to the bowling alley to play. Long nails were never a good idea when it comes to bowling. I broke two but nonetheless, bowling is amazing fun.

Tthe remaining time were spent reminiscing about old times on the comfy couches. One word to describe that perfect afternoon: LOVE. I haven't had that much fun in such a long while. Nice.

xoxo,
SQ

That strang girl is me

Anyway, I think I will be getting many premature wrinkles soon. I suspect very much that I'm going through a stage called the teenage menopause. I tend to get very very irked by things. Even very trifle matters. If you really know me last time, and you truly know me now, you would be surprised and totally baffled by the major changes in me.

In primary school, I was a really happy-go-out girl. I smile all day, shared everything, not giving a damn about what people think about me. That's how I used to live life the way I should. No negative thoughts, no pesky bitch fights, no hatred. Life was real good for me then.

But now? I still do laugh. Not as often though. I can't stand the thought of someone borrowing my stuff for more than five times. I constantly worry about other people's opinion. I'm bitter. I have many suicidal thoughts. Vulgarities could just flow out of my mouth like river. My mind is often clouded with angry thoughts. Day and night, I'm so filled with suppressed hatred for nothing in particular. I really miss the old me. But I know, nothing will ever be the same.

With love,
SQ

BFFs

Chinese New Year has been a long awaited festival for me ever since I became a tween. That's because I miss my ex-classmates so much. Life in secondary school has been really different without you guys. I really miss the carefree primary school life where we all study really hard together and at the same time goof around w one another. Not forgetting our mindless and maybe stupid gossips and ramblings. My primary school years is a part of my life that I would never forget.

I would like to say I love you all very much and I'm not even lying. Without you all, I won’t who or what I am today.

Cheers,
SQ