Sunday, April 30, 2006
bomba bomba

BOMBA BOMBA!!! I LOVE 183 CLUB! (and 5566 too of COURSE)
yay whee! bomba bomba bomba bomba bomba!! i think jacky chu's voice is the best among all the jungiery singers and huang yurong and shaowei are so SHUAI! (:
i'm over the moon.
probably because I spent the whole of yesterday poring over my geography notes in a bid to do better for my next geog test. today, it's totally bio. ARGH.
BOMBA BOMBA MULTIPLE ALLELES
BOMBA BOMBA ASEXUAL REPRODUCTION
BOMBA BOMBA ISOBARS AND ANEROID BAROMETERS AND RAIN GAUGES AND SIX'S THERMOMETERS AND WIND VANES AND WIND ROSES AND ANEMOMETERS AND OF COURSE BOMBA BOMBA HYGROMETERS.
a big bomba to valteo's insanity.

Tuesday, April 25, 2006
powerpuff!

i sort of "dislocated" my right knee when I was practising for my standing broad jump AGAIN.
I've never ever been able to do a satisfactory standing broad jump without dislocating that fragile abnormal knee of mine. I dislocated it pretty badly in pri 4 but at least I managed to score 160 for standing broad jump that time. I can't put too much pressure on my right knee because the bone's grown abnormally and hence I keep dislocating it when I do stuff like jumping, which gives a good deal of pressure on the leg. Haiz. After the jump I couldn't stand properly and there was this squeaking sound in my bones. And the back of the bone hurt a lot. HAH willy dorcas and valsoh i still beat ALL of ya in sit and reach (of course, octopuses have loooooooong squishy tentacles). AND I still managed to play catching and london bridge by hopping around. EEE you all so m**** c***y one, how can you suddenly say "MY FAIR LADY" the moment I crawled under you two ah!
PE is fun 'coz the seafood family's in one happy group again! Except this time, it's just dorcas and mushmaha and valsquid and I. We decided to have more nicknames! Dorcas and mushmaha are the indian epics! dorcas is Rama and mush is Maha! Valsoh and I didn't want to be muthu and anyway ANNIE ZENG YOU ARE OFFICIALLY CALLED ANNIEBABA ANEMONE ZENG FROM NOW ON.
Hence valsoh is mohenjo-daro because it just fits her perfectly. the city of mohenjo-daro. And who am I?
I am MOJO-JOJO. or mojo-octeo lah.
Haha. MOJO-JOJO? After that all the indian nicknames were left forgotten and we all ended up as powerpuff girls instead. Valsoh's Blossom, willy's Bubbles and dorcas is BUTTERCUP since she's such a serious pok. And who am I?
I am MOJO-JOJO. hah.
Lalala. Annie's the professor because she's such a tall person (and professor utonium IS tall okaye). OH! Hey seafood people what should kiwan be? hmm. OH OH OH kiwan's the MAYOR! erm. valsoh and i were thinking that kemama should be that big tall red ah gua monster who has big pincers, speaks like a man and looks like a woman. EEEP. Michelle says kemama should be the mayor's faceless assistant.
ahaha! i am mojojojo! I've got all the powerpuff plushies at home, including mojo with his cute little cape! POWER TO THE MOJO!

Thursday, April 20, 2006
seeds

YAY hello! RGS Book Day was a blast! Our class was kind of enthu and people had CHOPSTICKS IN THEIR HAIR. I donned a very baggy japanese suit which belongs to my dad and stuck a furry long moustache! Thanks shevaun for the cool sherlock holmes hat (which matched my outfit perfectly)! Even the teachers seemed pretty amused with the class decor because ms zhang attempted to hurl ah pan's fragile little japanese tea cups and komomo was playing with the golden cloth which we draped on top of the front door. And the poor cloth was just hanging innocently at the door... haha X)
Actually wrote this poem last week. it was totally last minute work although the idea had been lingering in my brain long before I started writing it. It's for a poetry slam workshop (CAP stuff hurhur) and I was rushing to submit a poem to recite during the workshop.

If anyone can guess the TRUE MEANING of this poem then at least i'll be more assured that i'm not such a bad poet.

A farmer sowed some seeds one day,
Upon the loamy field
He hoped that when the time was ripe
More juicy fruits he'd yield.

The farmer treated all his seeds
with tender loving care,
And soon the seedlings began to sprout
The ground was no longer bare.

Violent torrential storms came,
The seedlings clung tightly to the ground
for they knew the farmer was near,
They would be safe and sound.

Through all the violent storms and winds
The seedlings stood strong,
The hopeful farmer never ceased
to care for them all day long.

As time passed the seedlings grew
and lo and behold,
The farmer's plants had bore their first fruits
Down his cheeks tears of joy rolled.

The farmer had treated all his seeds
with tender loving care,
For he knew that one day,
Fruits of his labour he would bear.

now guess who the farmer and the seeds are.

Thursday, April 13, 2006
lion mascot!

And that's something interesting. The first MEPer lion who can play sonata pathetique. :D

i got to dress up in my mum's yellow house lion suit. Well, at least just the head... :D that's my dad... yummy yummy... :)

Wednesday, April 12, 2006
pronounciation problem

mweeeeee! I'm so happy I could just go crazy!
I've got a rough idea of what i want to do for history PT, all I gotta do is to borrow a book from the library about my topic and I'll be ready to do it by Saturday... MWEEEEEEEEHEEHEEE :)
Ah. What a coincidence! Both mum and miss chong started teaching the Human REPRODUCTIVE System! According to mum, all her students were cringing each time my mom mentioned a reproductive organ.
NO WAY. Usually for the science Pop Quizzes I always get three or two mistakes but this time, for the Human Reproductive System pop quiz i got like all correct! what a miracle! mweee wait that's because there was one period of time in my life when I was totally obssessed with "how babies were made". I think I discovered a battered book about childbirth for expectant mothers in the cupboard when I was five so I climbed up to the shelf to get the heavy heavy book and fell. And that is why I have a little bit more background knowledge to this certain topic.
MUM THINKS I SHOULD BE A GYNAECOLOGIST. after I told her that I liked reading her "sperm and egg" books when I was younger.
I THINK THAT'S TOTAL IRONY.
people will think I have a serious attitude problem after reading this shocking piece of news.
I DON'T LIKE BABIES. NO SIR, NOT ONE BIT.
and this horrible piece of news stems from a very horrible dream I have every year since I was about four years old.
Every year, I would have a very bad dream about babies. I'd dream that my mum had a baby. When my parents brought the stupid baby home, I went to hug my mother but she just walked past me, up the stairs, as if I were invisible. My dad didn't say anything. He was carrying a goofy bag filled with stupid diapers. I ran up the stairs, shouting, and found my parents in my room. With the stupid baby, of course. My room had changed. Instead of my huge bed and tv and toys, there was a crib and all sorts of hanging mobiles and musical toys and the walls were freshly painted. I crawled over to my parents to get a closer look at the stupid baby. My mum kept on cooing and saying disgusting baby talk and my dad was singing. And I tugged at my dad's shoulder. Instead of smiling at me or something, he pushed me aside and I fell on the floor, crying buckets and buckets and buckets. Mum finally noticed me, but instead, she kicked me down the stairs. Mum and dad opened the door and threw me out of the house. And in a robotic, metallic voice, they chanted, "we don't love you anymore. we've got another baby." And I just sat there right outside the house, banging at the gate and screaming.
YES that's the end of the dream.
Each time I woke up from that nightmare, I would be crying. It was weird 'coz I could feel that I was crying but I didn't know why until I took some time to recall my nightmare. The most recent nightmare happened in september last year and the nightmare was almost the same. I woke up in the morning to find myself with my pillow and bolster all soggy. Then when I went down to find my mother she was like, "Ah val ah! What happened to you? Your pyjamas and face are so wet and covered in mucus!"
I'm definitely going to overcome that silly fear of babies (actually it's more like i'm afraid of babies, not that i dislike them). One day. Just one day.
But I want to be a journalist, not a gynae!

(to bao fang: OI BAO FANG THAT'S YOUR JOB!! YOU WANTED TO BE A GYNAE DIDNT YOU!?)

Tuesday, April 11, 2006
why cant we be friends

this is specially for valsoh and if you dont really get what im trying to say in this poem, you should check out val's blog for reference.

hope that you know i'm being sincere.

I've read your little works of art,
My dear good ol' mate,
Since you brought it up first
Let us start our debate!

I thought there was enough room
For two of us to sit
But the girl by the name of YOU KNOW WHO
Infringed our personal space.

I always thought that you would know
I DIDNT look at you with disgust
I just thought i'd help you out
Helping my friends is a must.

Hallo, Hallo, Hallo Hallo
Can I have some justice here?
I havent been ignoring you
I've never ignored anyone, my dear.

And somehow I just don't recall
Pulling around your chair,
Maybe it was someone else
That idea couldn't appear out of thin air!

Oh why, oh why, oh why, why, WHY
Oh why can't we be friends?
I always wished that you and I
Could be friends to the end.

I'll explain everything right now
And I hope you'll see
That i am NOT ignoring you
Please listen to me.

Everyone has different personalities
Boring, fun, quiet or loud
Some prefer hanging out with a few close friends
Others like to be with the crowd.

I, unfortunately, like to go around
Mixing with everyone
I like to talk to different people
It's just what I want

Sorry, I'm an only child,
Accustomed to solitude
I sometimes like to do things alone,
But there's nothing wrong with my attitude

I just want you to bear in mind
That whatever I do or say
You'll still be my bestest friend
In every single way

Monday, April 10, 2006

hmmmmm. OK i shall publish a very lame song which michy and I came up with during the pockets of time in between chinese and english lesson today. Got the inspiration from PLAYHOUSE DISNEY!! -_-" what a very lame thing to say, but it's true! I'm addicted to playhouse disney channel and believe it or not, I watch more BARNEY than national geographic documentaries! shame shame baboo shame.
If you know how to sing the children's song involving an encounter with a ferocious bear, I'm sure you'll be able to sing the edited version below. please do enjoy.

Well then, the first verse of the original version goes like this:
The other day, I met a bear,
Up in the woods, a way up there,
THE OTHER DAY I MET A BEAR,
UP IN THE WOODS A WAY UP THEREEEEEEEE...

AND the new version written by squishy and octy (me!) goes like this:
The other day, I met ms tay,
In the canteen, so bright and gay,
the other day i met ms tay,
in the canteen so bright and gayyyyy...

I looked at her, she looked at me,
I said haha, she said heehee,
I looked at her, she looked at me,
I said haha she said heeheeeee...

She said to me, why don't you run?
A ms tay chase, would be such fun,
she said to me why dont you run?
a ms tay chase would be such fun....

blah oh dear that's the lamest song we've ever come up with!

but fret not, there's MORE :)

Saturday, April 08, 2006
sports fest

the crushed milo cup
those black shoes striped with orange
and senseless gossip

oh fine this is a very senseless poem about sports fest, which I think only those who know exactly what i've been doing then will understand... :D
my fingers are about to break and my stomach feels like it's going to crack open any minute. Well at least I know i've been dilligently practising on the piano.
I don't know what's going to happen to me. I didn't practise for two days this week because of sports fest and cadenza and I just have to focus as much as I can!!! oh no...
I'm going to have a math RETEST and I'm not expecting very good results from last week's jap exam. Probably will get below 40. Not PROBABLY but DEFINITELY.
I got 5/10 for history. Kindly add that to the depression list, please.
WELL BUT WHO CARES ABOUT RESULTS MAN?!

with academic excellence playing such a crucial role in society, who wouldn't care?

Wednesday, April 05, 2006
DORCAS

YAY YAHOO WHOOPEEDOO.
Today was TOTAL ENLIGHTENMENT. I got 5/10 for history, which is the mark I get ALL THE TIME. How very frustrating. It's a shame coz I didn't manage to obtain that 60% (but michy and valsoh did so HAHA KEMAMA)
TOTAL ENLIGHTENMENT. because I had math tuition with my mum's ex student and he graduated from HCJC and he's a scholar and he's got a scholarship to study overseas omg! He'll be teaching me until the end of august, and after he's gone off to pursue his studies his friend will take over the tedious job of teaching me!
I'm going to write a nonsensical poem because I just feel high. HIGH! HIGH because I can do math! :) I'm going to work so hard to pass the retest next week. mrs 'mu choo, YOU JUST WAIT AND SEE.
And I call this poem...
Viva La Focus

Sunday, April 02, 2006
willy!

I have been inspired by my six-legged squiddy daughter VAL SOH to write poems on my blog!
Okay never mind, this poem goes out to my dear wife Willy Woolly Wilhelmina Evangeline Wee Mock Yue, more commonly known as WILLETTE or MUSHMAHA. (thanks valsoh for the inspiration ah ah ah you better write about bean and johanis!)

WILLY WOOLLY WILHELMINA EVANGELINE WEE MOCK YUE
inspired by the great squid and written by the octopus with the largest head on earth.

our courtship in the ULU park
I still remember those days.
bright and happy as a lark,
dancing at the bay.

I took you under the linden tree
knelt before you on the ground
and handed you a shiny ring
I knew my true love was found.

The ring upon your finger
Glittered in the light
We celebrated our love
All through the starry night.

Our wedding day, it finally came,
And with a thumping heart,
I pledged my unfailing love to you,
till death do us part.

You whispered gently in my ear
that very fateful night
"Let's have a baby squid and stingray,
Wouldn't that be a lovely sight?"

Your frilly pink maternity dress
That bulging little tummy
Knowing that a baby squid was right in there
made me feel all crummy

we strived to be the best parents,
and together, you and me,
we raised the kids and now they're grown
you were the best mum you could be.

but then one day, everything changed
when temptation kissed me on the cheek
I fell to lulu's graceful charm,
i was foolish, i was weak.

"GET LAWYER DORCAS IMMEDIATELY!"
with tears in your eyes, you said,
"I'M DISAPPOINTED IN YOU, I'M FILING FOR DIVORCE!"
those words still linger in my head.

I got down on my knees again,
But this time I pled
For your forgiveness and your trust
Rivers of tears we both shed.

Thank you for giving me another chance
To prove my love to you
I'll never go astray again
For now my heart is true.

Dear mushmaha, after all we've been through,
I'd just like to say to you,
You're the best wife in the world,
And I love you, YES I DO.

Saturday, April 01, 2006
rock climbing

I can't do rock-climbing...
No matter what I do, I can never clamber up that hateful rock wall.
And TWICE during the assessment, I got the two harder walls. Mushmaha and I need lane 1 on the rock wall! It's the only section of the wall I ever managed to successfully climb up.
Sometimes I wonder what I'm doing in rgs.
What am I doing in rgs, when i'm a math failure?
What am I doing in rgs, when I can only get a borderline pass for higher chinese?
What am I doing in rgs, when I'm not good at many things at all?
Why, in the first place, did I even think I could stand a chance?
How did I get in through DSA for language and arts?

I'm really annoyed with math! I know I practised, but perhaps I didn't practise the right way? Fortunately I've got a super nice math tutor now to enlighten me in this complicated subject. Humanities... I haven't gotten back all my humans test papers yet, but I hope I can at least get 6/10 for history, and at least 18 for geography. I worked so hard to improve on my humanities, especially history and geog... Everytime my family went out on weekends I would bring along my history and geog notes to memorise instead of bringing my gameboy. It would be a real crying shame if my hard work doesn't pay off.
Well at least my parents are very supportive. Mum and dad reassured me for the umpteenth time that they didn't care about my results, and that they were very proud of me no matter what kind of results I produced, as long as they know i've done my best. Thankfully, my parents don't really pressure me a lot. In fact my mum only asks that I get good grades for English, because I'm a English DSA freak. I'm going to work as hard as I can to pass maths and get a distinction for my piano performance cert... i know i can do it... because hard work will definitely pay off one day, sooner or later.