life;

Picture

2008-02-14T20:51:00.005+08:00

I found a mysterious man in the 'landscape' picture I'd painted two years ago.
Can you spot the man in the picture?

(Note: Look at the different shades of blue that is within the red outline shape. It'd help you see the man better.)

I didn't even know how the man came about. This picture was displayed in my room for the past two years, and for those two years I didn't notice anything abnormal at all.

He (The mysterious smiling man) was only discovered on Jan 2008 when I happened to look up at the picture one day. To tell the truth, I was pretty freaked out... And now I don't view this picture the same way i did anymore.

Oh, and after I pointed the man out to my mom, she dramatically claimed that I was possessed by art spirits who were out to control my life.

*rolls eyes*

I probably painted him into the picture subconsciously. -_-;

Stuck

2008-01-15T19:26:00.000+08:00

"Reflect upon your own strengths and weaknesses."

This innocent-looking essay question stumped me for days.
Right now I'm still racking my brains, trying to think of an introduction...

....

... The antibiotics are not helping my fever/flu at all.

Merry Christmas

2007-12-23T00:32:00.000+08:00

Oh wow. Gee. 2008 is almost here.

I haven't updated for the longest time. This blog's in a rotten state.

My Australian cousins came a few days ago... And i had a hard time communicating with them. They speak with a heavy accent. :/

(I swear i could totally understand what Steve Irwin was talking about on Animal Planet... So WHY did I have such a hard time understanding them?!)

It was also a few days ago when I discovered that my sister had a gift for language. I knew something was up when she managed to decipher what the Cantonese guy was blabbering about on the Hong Kong channel.
She also manages to understand my mom's Hokkien-speaking on the phone. See, my mom has a terribly bad habit of complaining to everyone she knows. (Mainly because her own daughters refuse to listen to her rantings.)
She uses to phone to bitch for about 2 hours a day-- (Maybe I'll time her one day, HAHAHAHA)-- and, according to my sister, the topics are always about:

1) Her lady boss at work who suffers from extreme mood swings and depression

2) The catfight between her lady boss and her colleague (Apparently jealousy was the motivating factor)

3) My dear dad in Dubai

4) Her art-obsessed *older* daughter, who happens to be the one typing this crap right now

5) How her daughters can't be thin like other girls (Incredibly sensitive topic. Mention this to the younger one and you're screwed. Period.)

6) Her personal fight with an old friend of hers, whom she now calls "The Crazy One".

...Anyway, my sister was the one who also managed to understand what the cousins were talking about. I was silent for most of the time, and it took me about 2 days to finally get the gist of how they talk.
Sadly, they had to depart just after the completion of the two-day learning period, so i couldn't speak to them much.

They were pretty nice people, though. :)

The time is now at 1:08AM. I wonder if the Jigoku Shoujo website really works. I should have tried to access it an hour ago. (Not that I'm trying to send anyone to hell. It's just a relation thing.)

By the way, I wish everyone a very Merry Christmas in advance. Enjoy your holidays before the dreaded arrival of 2008!

-reaches out for her pillow-

What stinks?

2007-09-16T16:56:00.000+08:00

I dealt with a very unpleasant job this morning.

My sensitivity to certain odors and smells reach out far too much sometimes to be classified as normal. I run at the first whiff of cigarette smoke, undoubtedly cursing the smoker to die of a smoking-related disease as early as possible. I smell perfume in the living room at 12am in the morning for no reason at all. (No, there wasn't anyone walking in the corridor or moving upstairs, because you see, 12am is a magic time where all of your senses are heightened and ears on full receiver mode-- especially if you've just finished watching 'The Mummy' on late night/early morning TV.)
Heck, sometimes i even hear weird noises. Or maybe all the sensitivity is really just an end result of my brain malfunctioning due to lack of sleep.

The whole smelling incident started yesterday. It was about late afternoon, and i was going about doing the dish washing as usual.
Then whiff! My nose caught the smell of fresh vomit.

Of course, it was lingering around the dishwashing area, and the dustin next to the clean dishes (Very strategic place to place it as well. I should tell my mom about the power of micro-organisms and diffusion sometime) hadn't been emptied for days.
So, thinking that it was the decomposing bits of fish gut and various food matter, i emptied it.

After that, the smell got better, somehow. So i washed my hands and trotted off.

Come evening, and the vomit smell(which was supposed to have vanished) started diffusing out into the living room, causing my sister and I to gag while watching the TV.
"What the hell is that?"
"No idea. I emptied out the trash, ok?!"
"Whatever."
"Fine. Whatever."
And both of us endured the smell in silence, with none of us wanting to go to the kitchen to check out the source.

11pm came, and i went to bed. I didn't really have a good night's sleep.

My sister was kicking at my bed the next morning.
"There's this pail in the kitchen." She started.
I choked. The smell had diffused into our room overnight.
So i stomped into the kitchen, two plastic gloves in hand.
And boy, was the smell overbearing.
There was an innocent-looking white pail staged near the window and next to the dish washing area.
Apparently my sighting skills were not as good as my sense of smell.
( Actually, if my sense of smell was that acute, i could have pinpointed the pail. Oh well.)
The pail was filled with foamy white stuff, which i assumed to be leftovers from... I don't know, shirt washing or something.
Then again, no one threw up.
Anyway, i took hold of the bloody pail handle and tilted it next to the bathroom sink.

Of course, gravity took hold and out came the water... with an added suspension of half a pail of rice underneath.
Why is my eyesight so bad?

I stopped pouring and yelled out the damage at my sister, who happened to be carrying her clothes for the day and a towel.
So she yelled-- i got irritated, and after much hesitation and feelings of disgust, took out all the rice grains flooding the bathroom(which smelt like vomit, DUH) and flushed the white stuff down the toilet.

My mom came back from work two hours later. I opened my mouth.
"WHAT WAS THAT PAIL ABOUT--"
"Oh, that pail. Yeah, pass me that. I want to use it to water the plants."
"...!!!?"

So that was it. My mom was using a mixture of decomposed rice and water as fertilizer.
Well, so now you know what is vomit smell. It's the smell of decomposed rice with water in your stomach.

Right now i've got another problem to deal with. The flush in the toilet sounded powerful enough to me, but i've just realized lots of nightmare grains stuck at the... sides...

Aha.

2007-09-09T13:15:00.000+08:00

... And so, the picture below is a summary of what i've been doing during the September holidays.

Oh well.

2007-08-15T20:12:00.000+08:00

-points to picture above-
Just something i did and wasted my time on over the national day weekend. I regret not reading the rules properly...

8 August 2007

2007-08-08T23:21:00.001+08:00

Thank you Jacq. Seriously. I guess i just wasn't seeking comfortable words. You told it to me straight in the face, and that was what i needed to snap out of that freakish mood.

Tuesday

2007-07-03T19:17:00.000+08:00

School's started.
Anyone can make a guess as to why I haven't been posting recently.
-points at ever growing pile of homework-
And plus, I haven't got much to blog about, since i spent most of my holidays emo-ing (or, if i were to put it in a nicer way-- reflection.)
It was frustrating-- I meant is frustrating for me still, because apparently one month's worth of time was ridiculously not enough to make me sober up and start acting like an adult.
My behavior remains childish, and extremely unpredictable.

I scare myself.

My mum brought my sis and I to KL during the second(?) week of June holidays. I was excited about sitting in the 7-hour-or-more-ride to Malaysia.
We reached our cousin's place some 8 hours later, then we went for lunch. The food court, though visibly appealing, was hella expensive. The ramen i ordered didn't taste so good, either. (...I'm reminded of New York New York in AMK Hub. It had pretty visuals as well, and bursting with customers, but the service+organization among the staff there was bad and it was a looong 35-minutes wait/observation twice for plain-tasting hotdogs and drainwater spaghetti.)

Thus, another fact of Life: Don't be fooled by the clever usage of lighting designs in food stalls.

Now, back to Malaysia and onto the summarized main point.

Experience: Cousin got pissed off because yiqin was *not talking* and in emo mode throughout the whole trip, cousin criticizes, pinpoints, yiqin shuts off, cousin got even more pissed, yiqin became temporarily mute.

I blame it on hormones and the 'sian' face i'm so famous for. And yeah, my cousin probably misunderstood me for having a pissed off look directed at her throughout the whole trip.

I didn't even know why i was in such a bad mood. Maybe it was the long ride all the way to Malaysia that was the problem, or hormones, or results i got (I am the long-lasting-sinking-impact type) or even the 5 hours worth of sleep i got. (Yeah, yeah, i need 10 hours.)
It still wasn't an excuse to vent it all out on her.(...indirectly.)
Childish behavior alert. Geez.

My 'good-student' impression on her, sadly, has now been dispersed.
On the other hand, her lovey-dovey behavior with her boyfriend gave me goosebumps. She drawled the name 'Honey' so dramatically, i actually misunderstood the guy's name to be 'Benny'.
(It turned out that his name was Keith.)
Her habit of bossing everyone around did not make too much of a good impression on me either. Her bossing victims included her boyfriend, as well. But as said by a certain female14-year who tremendously enjoyed herself during the trip, the guy was tolerant, but he did seem annoyed at one time.

But even so, I really did appreciate how she and her boyfriend took the time to bring us around (suffering in numerous traffic jams which resulted in Keith almost going nuts as a result) and treating us to various (famous) foodstuffs.
Plus they even went so far as to get medicine for me while i was suffering from terrible diarrhea.
Everyone has their good and bad points, i guess. And her criticisms, though harsh (and undoubtedly rude) were all done in goodwill.

-stops and looks at homework-
Conclusion: Hopefully, I will grow more mature as time passes.

Phew. That was a long post.

Picture drawn and inked recently--Comments are appreciated. -bows-

Screwed.

2007-05-22T22:59:00.001+08:00

I NEED A MAJOR ATTITUDE ADJUSTMENT.

SEE WHY:

-My father's going take up a TWO YEAR job in Dubai and going in the next few weeks.
-My temperament has been going haywire and i snap at people without warning.
-My results are total TRASH.
-I want to catch up on to those artists at DA.
And then, if that's not enough at all, my form teacher pulled me over after flag-raising and went severely:
"Yiqin, your other subjects are as bad as your maths results. Either you buck up or retain in sec three next year."
It was a perfectly humid, bloody warm Tuesday morning.

To the teacher, i probably looked as if i didn't care.
No, things like these get to you slowly. I'd rather just be hit with the whole damn impact of it and start crying in the middle of some hundered sweaty students in the square.
So, with the aftershock seeping in every few hours, I'm finally starting to freak all out NOW. RETAIN? RETAIN?!!! What the hell?

To add on to all this, there will be a meet-the-parents session this Thursday. Things couldn't get any worse.
I'm not blaming anyone else here. It's all my fault for studying last minute. I KNOW.
But I don't want to pressure my mother any longer. She's already got her work and her strenuous cleaning obessession to deal with. And of course, MY FATHER, WHO IS LEAVING IN A FEW WEEKS.

That's just basically the worst part of it. And hell, i can't even cry. I cannot describe the feelings i've having right now in words.

I may just follow Augustine's suicide list and go jump off a building.

Of course, instead of going on with all the self-bashing, i should really just sit down and do my E Maths homework. But, you know, i don't even know what the textbook is talking ABOUT.

Words can really have a lasting effect. Harsh words.
Time for a wake-up call.

CG OMG.

2007-05-05T22:02:00.000+08:00

Yes. I know i really should be punished for this. But heck.
I spent these few days doodling around in photoshop, struggling with colour choices and all the complicated stuff, and this is the result:

... Still noob-ish, huh.
DAMN.

Sick

2007-04-26T14:50:00.000+08:00

I haven't been attending school for the past two days.

A recount:

I wasn't feeling too bad on Tuesday, with all the mucus-flowing starting during the morning English lesson. Come evening, i went to a doctor, my throat sore and painful due to all the sneezing. Then i went to bed, feeling feverish.

I slept badly-- kept waking up every few hours, felt phlegm at the back of my throat (Still sore, and the %$%$ doctor didn't even prescribe me any pills for that) then woke up again at 2am, my nose completely clogged and unable to breathe.
Woke my dad up at this point. Took medicine and a few sips of tea, leaned back on the sofa and eventually slept all the way till the next morning.

Woke up on Wednesday with a terrible fever of up to 39 Degrees Celsius. Felt heat radiating from my face and breathing.
-Suffering from chills.
-Head was woozy.
-Was rendered almost mute due to sore throat.
It was apparent that the medicine didn't work. Wobbled to the kitchen in search of ice packs and came out futile. Used plain tap water instead.

Received numerous anxious calls from dad at work. Was told that the ice pack was at the side of the fridge, which i had failed to notice. Slept the whole day, waking up only to go to the doctor a second time.

Was prescribed antibiotics and lozenges.
Went on a diet of porridge and water.

Thursday: Finally returned to half-normal state. Felt good enough to type a recount.

-coughs and ends the post abruptly- ... Homework... I'm finished.

starts crying

2007-04-06T12:36:00.000+08:00

THIS is what happens when you get too attached to a fictional character.
Being a hard core fan, i checked Wikipedia and knew about his incoming death.
But to think that dreaded episode would come so soon... And on a Good Friday, no less.
Don't read on if you don't watch the Death Note anime. The movie(s) can be thrown and burned away for all i care.

YAGAMI LIGHT IS SUCH A HEARTLESS BASTARD.
...

The fangirl spirit never dies.

But, on the good side, the quality of this particular Death Note episode(25) was one of the best yet.
And most unlike Death Note, too. It almost seemed like something out from a shoujo manga.
Firstly, we were treated to the sound of church bells and stunning graphics, then a chibi L and the old man Watari standing in front of the orphanage.

Then we hear Misa's haunting singing and *extremely creepy* Gothic Dressing. The episode even zoomed in onto her face for effect.
She looked scary.
Yagami Light was making use of Misa's love for him. And that scene made his despicable plan even more prominent then it was.

Soon later was the "L-wiping-Yagami Light's-feet thing". I knew that scene was not in the manga. (Instinct.) It looked too out of place. However, it was obvious that L knew he was going to be killed off, most probably by Light, and to quote from Memento:

"It's interesting how the writers decided to add the biblical-like allegory into the story. I am not even sure if it's supposed to mean anything. If I remember correctly, in the bible Jesus washed the feet of his disciples the night before he got crucifixed. While doing this, he was perfectly aware that one of his disciples will betray him and hand him over to the Roman empire."

Then again, this whole episode does not relate to the manga chapter at all (Much-- It actually seems like a fan service thing) except for L's death. They most definitely dramatized the whole thing to make people cry.
And their extremely good dramatization did work on me. I'm feeling really bad right now.

...Yaoi fangirls must be screaming so hard at how Light wiped L's hair in turn.

YES, IT MUST BE FAN SERVICE.

After that the bastard had to kill Watari, Rem and L at the same time. He didn't even bear any signs of remorse.
Yagami Junior just looked on wickedly with that *grin* of his as his adversary stared at him in shock/realization/"So my theory about Light being Kira was correct" and died right in front of him.
It was the first and the last time L's eyes were filled with expression.
At least they weren't blank.

So the detective died, and what was left of my support for Mr Kira disappeared instantly on the spot.

...
I hope to see Near and Mello in action soon.
Even though I am a L fan.

-silence-

Alright, that was one *meaningless* post on Death Note episode 25. Good Friday to you all.

-continues brawling-

Camp

2007-03-18T14:33:00.000+08:00

I predict the flooding of happy posts regarding the recent Sec 3 camp coming in from other blogs by my fellow Anderson classmates.

So, a warning:
This is not a happy post.

I did not dread the sec 3 camp or look forward to it. I just figured, well, maybe it could be fun. Being outside and exercising would most definitely break my vicious March Holiday Cycle of eating fast food or Sumo House for meals.
Being lazy as usual, i packed my stuff at the last moment and lugged three heavy bags to the camp.

The instructors for my class were called Brenda and Nicholas, one female and one male, respectively. Brenda bore a distinct resemblance to my cousin Siang. (I do not know what my cousin's english name is. I wasn't very close to him anyway.)
Other than that, they didn't interest me much.
The camp was located at Changi coast, which meant, basically, incoming planes from various companies zooming in from the sky and landing, or planes from Changi airport lifting off. That was one part of the camp which caught my attention much.

It was fascinating to see a plane coming up close, even more so at night. The noise they made, however, was deafening. It was then when i pitied those working instructors from Camelot, because long term exposure to these kinds of noises will cause ear damage in the later years, and both of my instructors are only 19. (Long way to go.) The eardrum is a delicate part of the body, after all.

Another part of the camp which i enjoyed was the sea view. I wouldn't mind sitting outside the throughout the whole camp just looking at The Wide Space. The cloud formations were, to me, much more enjoyable than the actual 'exciting' activities itself.

Next-- I was really irritated when the instructors insisted on doing the Makan Cheer before tucking in. The dishwashing part was irksome, too, but the reasoning was that most hawkers, including those working in our school canteen, work this way.
Then it didn't seem so bad.

Alright, on to the main point.
During the second day of the camp, i experienced a peculiar running weakness in both of my arms. I didn't care much until i went for rock climbing, and i had to give up reaching the summit because my arms couldn't make it.
I went kayaking after that, got seasick, and resorted to singing Saya's song out loud to stop myself from throwing up. And believe me, i felt the digested food crawling up all the way from the stomach and dangerously close to the top of my gullet.
Oh, and I felt like giving the tanned male instructor a punch in the face. Maybe i was cranky, what with my arms and throwing up and all.

The final straw came during the evening. Pain shot up all the way from the upper half of my arm to my fingers, with the right arm bearing more pain than the left.
Then, according to my new-found classmates Cleon (Wait, i think his name is Cleon) and Hui Xian, i have, very unfortunately, damaged my nerves.
Which was probably true, because it was NOTHING LIKE MUSCLE PAIN. (YOU HEAR ME, PEOPLE!? NOT MUSCLE PAIN! *starts throwing out punches*)

I couldn't exert any kind of pressure whatsoever from my fingers, and that includes doing relatively simple things like lifting up my shorts without getting all my nerves fired up. I was practically holding myself back from screaming, because the pain was excruciating, and i could actually feel and picture that particular nerve which was hurting so bad.

To make matters worse, my right arm was affected very much badly, and I use my right arm for most of my daily activities, such as writing and brushing my teeth and DRAWING.
God. Obviously nasty feelings of fright and absolute 100% horror settled in, because i was wondering if i could still continue to draw, since precise movements and various pressures exerted from the fingers are needed to complete drawings.

I called my mother and got a huge lecture about how cold water is affecting my general well being, and how i should treat this as a lesson and finally stop eating fast food and Cola.

I had to call my sister to help me out with the luggage as my hands were very much rendered useless because of nerves. I already had problems with pulling up my shorts, much less lifting up a hundred-pound luggage bag and rolling up red sleeping bags.
A few new-found classmates, at my request, helped me out with the luggage on the last day.
So, well, thanks much. (*bows in appreciation*)

I went for TCM treatment yesterday, and the doctor just stared at my right arm with shock.
He told me this--
"Kid, maybe you should go for an X-Ray if it gets any worse... Your right shoulder is all swollen up, too... Your arm looks terrible."
Then he gestured to the Poster on the wall to prove his point.

Right now, my arm is all bandaged and still very much unable to do basic routine stuff without feeling pain. Thank goodness i can still type, at least.

I'm going to another doctor later.

And that's it for the Sec 3 camp. This three day trip will not be remembered with fondness like it did for many others.
Curse you damn nerves, and the smart instructors of the Camelot company who refused to give me painkillers and forced us to do to ridiculous cheers such as the Makan one.

I really shouldn't have gone for the camp after all, since my physical abilities are shit, anyway.
-walks off still gloomy-

AHEM.

2007-03-13T20:09:00.000+08:00

<< The picture on the side was done on Monday evening and shoved under the bed on Tuesday morning--(but unfortunately discovered by my mother and now hiding in the scanner, which my family rarely uses)
-- and dumped into the scanner Tuesday afternoon. Touched up a little in photoshop, but with not-so-nice results.

But heck, i still wanted to put it up anyway.

-takes a deep breath-

I'm still trying desperately to attempt basic CG. (Those freaks at Deviant Art can do professional looking stuff at the age of 16!)
And obviously, my homework is scattered across my torn-up blue file and, erm, much forgotten.

-pauses to think-
So i will be off to do my work now, because my dad is entering his nagging mode, and my mood meter is going down.
Comments on the picture will be very much appreciated. Have a nice evening.

Mother.

2007-03-04T15:06:00.000+08:00

I have finally concluded, with some dismay, that my own mother suffers from an obsessive cleaning disorder.
It started this afternoon when she came back from work.
There were no warning signs exhibited, like she normally would have after a tiring day-- like an obvious frown, a glare-- etc.
Then Mother stepped into the house and found the shoe boxes opened up. Two boxes, instead of being on the rack, were on the floor.
She cracked. Two boxes was all it took to crack her up. She broke her own record.

The disorder set in automatically, and she started going into the bathroom, my room, around the living room-- stomping about and sprouting off random angry phrases.
"CAN YOU STOP SETTING UP THOSE SMALL TABLES? I'D KEPT THEM AND YOU TOOK THEM OUT AGAIN!"
"WHY IS YOUR PE SHIRT STILL FLOATING AROUND IN THE PAIL? CLEAN IT UP!"
"CLEAN THE FLOOR! KEEP THOSE SHOES! NOW!"
By then, i was, of course, trying to avoid a conflict and had started sweeping the floor. Mother went to the shoe rack and screamed.
"CLEAN UP THIS PLACE!"
I tried to whistle a taiwan serial tune.
"I'M GOING TO CHUCK YOUR SHOES OUT!"
The enraged woman took up my scandals, the whole leather pair costing about 30 dollars, and threw them OUT THE DOOR.
She THREW THEM OUT THE DOOR without even the slightest bit of hesitation.
My ears, now working not as well because of the damned Mp4 player, still did pickup two loud thumps as the leather things landed on the cold, hard and dirty concrete floor outside.

The feeling of fury didn't come instantly as expected. I continued sweeping, probably stunned, for a few seconds before throwing the broom on the floor and going for the keys.

Luckily they weren't spoilt or anything. Those 30 odd dollars did not go to waste.

Later on, i sent my sister, who was currently enjoying herself at the SINGAPORE EXPO with her friends, an SOS sms.
SOS smses are sent every time when my mother's disorder acts up, with one of us stuck in the house having to bear the reeling effects of her obsession. My sister's typical SOS smses are littered with swear words.

All right, i was no exception. A swear word was used in my SOS sms.
"Where the hell are you?!"

My sister, being in a good mood, told me to endure it for about 20 minutes more before my mother goes off to work.

My dad though, was probably the one who suffered the worst. I could hear my mother's yells as he tried to appease her (By listening and shutting up.)
Right now, my dad is listening to Jay Chou. JAY CHOU. The world is going nuts. What kind of a 50 plus man listens to JAY CHOU?
No offense, though.
Anyway, he had replaced the cd, and now the player is blasting out high pitched singing by a certain- i'm-sure-you-are-very-famous-but-i-don't-know-your-name soprano singer from some European country.

Everything's calmed down now. Mother has gone off to work.
Yay.

Blood O.O

2007-03-04T12:55:00.000+08:00

It was a fine Saturday, so far, despite the math tuition and the River Valley choir workshop gone wrong earlier in the day.
I was sitting in front of the computer, eyes glued to the computer screen and concentrating on Other Age.
And then, quite suddenly, my right foot felt sticky.

Yiqin's brain, still very much consumed by the Other Age characters, didn't bother to glance down at the foot and see what was happening.
It was very much later that i got up and put on my slippers to get dinner.
Halfway through walking to the market, I noticed blood stains on my second and third toes, and a huge blood clot.
Sister reckoned it was paint of some sort and that it didn't look like blood. I thought otherwise, but after getting back home, I saw dried bloodstains on the floor.

So i went to the bathroom and started cleaning up my toes.
And, as predicted, i had suffered a cut. A pretty deep one at that. The wound started bleeding again the moment i cleaned it up.

Now for the million dollar question.
Why didn't i feel any pain when i was at the computer table? And how did i get cut?

The toe is now covered with a plaster, thanks to dad's first aid.

To my friend

2007-02-03T23:26:00.000+08:00

THANK YOU SO MUCH JOYCE! :D

Oh boy.

2007-02-03T00:34:00.000+08:00

It is now -looks- about 12 am plus in the morning.
And nearing 1 am. I'd wanted to sleep at 10 pm today-- :/ oh well. So much for making up a timetable. I'm not supposed to switch on the computer today, too. -yawns-

Jacq and I had a debate a few minutes ago, which started from me asking her if "being gay= immoral". It led to religion, and it was during the course of the debate when i found out that Jacq was actually a atheist, like my dad. (...He's probably one, too. I think.)
And now i'm exhausted, since i'm really not much of a debater, and it was also hard when Jacq was such a good debater herself.
I'm glad, though, to have blasted questions at someone who can actually give me a firm answer. Most of the people i've asked told me to either shut up or had made up some weak answer in defense (Correction: Answers that I'm not satisfied with.)
Jacq had pointed out all my arguments were turned back against me, right in my face, and that I'm simply trying to convince her and make her believe in "The Guy Up There".
Hmm. Even though i don't belong to any religion, i believe of an existence of some heavenly being, and then try to think up questions to contradict the idea. Why the existence of the guy? Because there are some questions which can never be answered.

"You idiot. Stop wasting your time."
I'm just bored of the usual topics, i guess.

And pissed Jacq off. :x

Oh, yay. Now it's 1am. I'm going to finish up my packet of milk and go to bed.
Night.

Shit.

2007-01-22T22:06:00.000+08:00

That's it. I'm done for.
Anime is taking over my life. I need to control myself from drawing or else my academic results are all ruined.
RUINED.
I've been doodling with all the spare time i have, instead of catching up on my sleep or STUDYING. Yes, studying.
And with the lack of sleep i'm having, let's just say my attention span isn't so functioning so nicely like how it should be in class.
I can't excuse myself by complaining about choir practices, even though it does affect my daily routine.
But what the hell? I can only blame myself for my serious lack of time organization skills. (Heard that somewhere before...?)
Now my art is getting worse even though a massive amount of ideas dying to be drawn out are filling up my brain.
Studying, obviously, is way downhill. (I don't have time! I don't have time! I don't have the freaking time!)
What happened to that 'studying streak' i've been having since the starting of school? How did it disappear so quickly?
-phews-
Typing this out is helping somewhat. At least i can sort out my thoughts better now.
Well. Good night.

Hai.

2007-01-09T21:49:00.000+08:00

I decided to update. Not for any reason. I just wanted to.
It's been a long time. Sec 3 life can be described in two words- fast-- in terms of workload and TIME-- slow-- meaning my social life is in the dumps.
And so, even though i decided not to care and just try and study as hard as i can this year, it's not working.
NOT WORKING, due to my severe lack of time management. I haven't been able to do all my works properly, nor finish up my numerous projects which are currently circulating around somewhere, now properly unknown in the internet. I've had a reader who scolded me upside down just because i didn't update.
I was happy that people are actually enjoying my stories, but unhappy as well because--
- I now know my english sucks and i should stop writing those whimsical stories which don't make any sense.
- I don't know how to end my stories, because i don't plan them beforehand. Usually.
I see it now. "The Makings Of The Lousiest Author On Earth."
... And i haven't done up the doujinshi i've promised.

While i'm typing this, i'm waiting for my brain to come up with some smart remarks for the social studies assignment Mr Neo gave. I'm going to get it from him tomorrow. I know i am going to.

Will update on more personal issues later.
The very intriguing life of yiqin part 2. See you.

The life of yiqin.

2006-12-20T10:05:00.000+08:00

(I did the picture on the left. Comments? -goes all wearily-)

I just woke up after having three terrible dreams in a row.
I can't remember what the first dream was, but i did remember it caused me to wake up, shocked, trembling and stiff at 3.38am in the morning.
The worst one, and the last one, was about me being accused of murdering someone. -__- How very morbid my mind can get.
And what a morbid person i am.
The rain has stopped. It has been raining for a few days... It rained non-stop yesterday. I was on the verge of freezing to death.
THE SUN IS OUT!
Many thanks to my ex-tutor and Jacq for the phobia talk. (You know what i'm talking about ^^;;)

My sister's been watching this show-- yes, taiwan show-- on cable tv recently. It features girls with doll features and doll hairdo and sqeaky voices in an attempt to be cute, AND bright colours everywhere.
Basically it's a host show. But whenever that painfully cute show theme sounds soon, i scoot back to my room. I just can't stand it.
I don't mind cute. Rainie's overall image is cute, but at least it's in moderation. But this show...
CUTENESS OVERDOSE. I don't even know why my sister puts up with it. She says she just wants to see the latest taiwan gossip.
Well there are lots of gossip shows around! And who the hell cares if someone is releasing a new album, or in a relationship?! You're wasting the bill, man!

... Okay, i should have respect for other people's interests. Just turn the tv volume down.

WAI WAI!

2006-12-14T21:49:00.000+08:00

I HAVE FINALLY DONE MY FIRST OFFICAL FANART TO BE PUBLISHED ON THE WEB!
-cheers-
Ok, not fanart... a doujinshi.
I'll still working on it! And i did 3 rewrites for the first page!
I got a 'favourite' instantly when i posted it up! This is so encouraging to me...
-cries-
I-I'm just too emotional.
I'll post up my own art here. If anybody ever visits this blog, anyway.
HA!

Phew.

2006-12-02T14:29:00.000+08:00

What a life.
Yiqin reporting live from Malaysia here. I'm currently in Ipoh, away from my beloved broadband access, (Not that my computer is unlocked, anyway) cable TV, comic books, my copic markers, the LOUSY food sold downstairs and cup noodles in Fairprice.
YAY! I get good food here all day. My aunt's a great cook.

My aunt took me to this salon for a haircut yesterday. (Yuck. Salon sounds so... auntie.) I was expecting middle aged aunties with curlers. But no.
The shop was full of youngsters, busy learning how to style, curl, wash, cut, and the like. Imagine NeoImage from the Taiwan serial. You'll get what I mean. Only that NeoImage was bigger.
A blonde young man(probably an intern) came over to wash my hair. We had a conversation on me being Singaporean. I couldn't see his face properly because I had to remove my glasses, but i was pretty tense when he worked on my hair (" GET THIS OVER WITH! IT'S UNCOMFORTABLE! CUT YOUR FINGERNAILS, MAN!")
Then came the blowdrying and hair cutting. The angmoh boss came over to check my hair out and to cut it.
I estimated his age to be about 20 to 40. And he smelt of smoke.
The guy was wearing glasses and had several pairs of scissors plastered all over his overalls. Ten in total, probably.
Anyway, another intern watched as he cut my hair. I was pretty impressed as he explained to the intern how to do layering and stuff.
Meanwhile, another guy dressed in black worked on my sister's hair. He reminded me of "L" from Death Note.

So, well, after what seemed to be a lifetime of cutting and trimming, he was finally done after styling my hair with sweet smelling gel/wax. I got up, relieved that the ordeal was over.

I stared at the reflection in the mirror with my glasses back on.
First thought: "This is weird."
At least i thought i was. Everyone else except for my sister was going, "Wow, what a nice hairstyle."
Right now, i'm still getting used to it. If you're curious, (No, I won't post my gruesome picture up here!) imagine a short fringe and... a boyish cut.
I'm going to wear a cap for the rest of my life.

I just remembered something Jacq had told me before.
Yiqin doesn't have enough hair to cover up her face any longer. OMG!

As a side note, the angmoh boss who cut my hair happened to be a very qualified stylist, and he charges his services for 50 at the least.
But due to the very unprofessional interns in the shop, and all the other professionals taken up by other clients, he had to come along.
According to my aunt, I was one lucky girl. And the angmoh boss charged the amount paid for an intern's service, because the shop was shorthanded anyway.

...Am i supposed to be happy or not? -sweatdrops-

SIGHS.

2006-11-19T12:21:00.000+08:00

I've been... drifting about these past few days.
I gorged myself on food yesterday, got tired easily, thought about the malaysia trip whenever i go, and most recently-- I've become interested in the idea of reincarnation.
Surprised? Then you don't know me well. Yiqin is a hard core fan of the supernatural, or anything that scientists regard as 'bullshit'.
I think that life didn't originate from earth. They came from outer space.
So, in reality, we're all aliens. Of course, there are many loopholes and questions these issues pose. But there can't be an answer to everything.
Humans are living. Plants are living. Both are alive. It's just that life takes a different form.
The next thing readers are going to say-- "Dude, you've been watching too much cable tv."
Yeah, i have. It's better than lingering around the place or getting bored. Maybe i can even learn something from all this.

On to other things. I suffered a second-degree burn (Don't ask) last week.(or maybe the week before) The wound is healing well. I had to skip choir for a week because of the injury, though. It was oozing some sort of transprent liquid for the first few days, i remember. And I argued with my dad about bandaging the wound and how to treat it.
I sought professional help later, because the wound was(looked like) it was going to get infected and bleed. And it did. Bleed, i mean.
Skin melted like wax.
Some people in the choir have requested to see the wound, but i declined, although it was on the back of my leg. I don't think anyone wants to see an open oozing wound with mixture of yellow pus, blood and blisters.
I was annoyed with this individual who persisted. Putting on a 'i-can't-hear-you!" face all the while, i pretended not to know/understand/hear what the human was saying.

Next topic. I AM NOT LOOKING FORWARD TO GOING TO SOME CHOIR CAMP NEXT WEEK. NO SIR.
I am against the idea of going, mainly now my phobia of public performing has gotten worse to the extent where i tremble even during normal practices. Perform with three schools? Are you trying to kill me? Why couldn't i make up something not to go in the first place? It's not like everyone is going to care if one girl didn't go.
One talentless girl who can't even sing. I'd just be an extra.
I'm just not cut out for singing. Maybe i should have joined the art club eariler. At least i can contribute to it.

While you notice the similaries between this post and my other posts, and how my complaints are becoming repetitive, I am off to start on my project, as usual.
See ya.

Class.

2006-11-10T18:22:00.000+08:00

First of all, I would like to voice my distress over the promotion of childish fighting and stupidity due to the airing of Naruto and Bleach fillers.
Imagine a middle aged man with a talking snake as his weapon. Add in Count Dracula’s face and attitude, with the ability of illusions (turning-ropes-into-snakes) plus the extra entrances of made-up modified souls besides Kon, and with the main characters behaving completely out of character-- (Ichigo can beat the hell out of the stupid snake guy instantly. It is so damn obvious. What happened to his Steps?!)
--And that does it, I am NOT going to support those fillers until they finally screen the original works done by the authors themselves.
-coughs-
The chalet trip went pretty well. Here is my recount:
Tuesday
- Was bored out of my wits, along with Yun Hui, because we refused to play cards and everyone else was playing them. To pass the time, Yun Hui started reading Fairy Cube, a manga story which was about fairies trying to gain world domination and how a guy was trying to stop his evil twin brother from harming more people besides himself, because he was murdered by his twin. The guy took over a kid’s body(since he is dead) to fight against his evil brother and the fairies.
- I did maths.
- Ate Tom Yam in the food court. I suspected that the stall holder used the Tom Yam soup base by the Maggi brand to make the soup.
- Everyone rushed to watch the Korean drama Gong back in the chalet.
- Jingwen, Yun Hui, Jia Wen, Yi Ying and I cramped into one room during bed time. Jacqueline was supposed to sleep on the bed, but since she did not come into the room, I took her place instead. Still, sleeping right smack in the middle of Jing Wen and Yun Hui was not a very nice place to be (Since I toss around a lot when I sleep, I fear disturbing the other two,) so I went back to my sleeping bag. Yiying then took the middle spot on the bed.
- Slept less than five hours in total.

Wednesday

- Escape theme park was not open. Walked to the park with the group and went the wrong way. After discovering that the playground (our intended location) was too far away, everyone else decided not to go to the playground after all and walked back to the chalet in low spirits. However, it was card game and murderer to the rescue, and I ended up sleeping to make up for those dreadful hours I’d actually slept the day before.
- BBQ went pretty… okay. At least it was not as bad as the last time, when we had to eat Ivan’s fried rice to fill up our empty stomachs since we couldn’t even get a good fire going. (The fried rice was nice though.) It was a dinner consisting of half-cooked chicken, marshmallows galore, the combined smells of charcoal and smoke, a cup of root beer, suspicious-looking hotdogs, and water bombs.

I was pretty upset at the end of the day. (No, it is not because of the food.)
--Separated from all my other friends next year.

2/1

2006-10-28T22:25:00.000+08:00

The 2/1 feeling is made up of:
- Numerous booming and inhumanely high-pitched voices, mostly coming from a certain chinese teacher who intends to torture us silly during the holidays;
-The thumping, gasping, half-laughing sounds coming from the guys who play catching-- not to mention the chairs and object overturning, too;
-The terrible heatwave which the row-closest-to-the-door endured and complained about during the dry spells;
-The monotone rambles, done almost everyday by our dear form teacher Mrs Chong;
-The results and certificates the class gets every term;
-The dramatics of Mrs Lee, mainly telling us that we're her best class;
-Etc, etc.
I'm not exactly crying over the 2/1 seperation. It's just that... I've gotten used to the presence of the people in our class. I'm going to have to experience different sorts of behaviour from other people my age next year. Truth be told, now is the time when i realize how peaceful my class is.
No, i'm not joking.

I'm looking forward to the chalet.

The above is all i have to say for the 2/1 parting. I'll miss everything. *waves farewell*
My aunt's daughter from England or something is going to be visiting me tomorrow. And, judging from her voice from the phone, she sounds old.
My first aunt must be ancient.

Naggy dad is telling me to log off. Geez. Ever since my mom started working, he's taking over the naggy my mom's naggy role.
Nite.

The year

2006-10-26T18:04:00.000+08:00

Hello 2007. I'm going to have to get used to writing 07' in my worksheets again.
Of course, it's still early, like what many people would say-- afterall, it's still Oct. But to me, the year is already(going to)be over, because:
- My father had booked the tickets and planned the usual malaysia trip.
- I get my booklist.
- I get my end of year results.
That mood is in the air. There are many reserves in my brain for certain occasions. A special feeling. I don't know how to describe it. There's the holiday feeling, the air-plane feeling, the going-to-malaysia feeling-- some of these. There aren't much, but they are, if i have to explain it in words, made up of certain sights and smells combined all together-- and the end product is a specific type of emotion which can be sorted into different catergories. No, not the usual sadness, happiness, and anger. It's different.

I'm happy. When one of them comes, you know something's happening-- mostly something good-- and i'm in the mood to really relax. Entirely. Of course the relaxed mood won't last for long.

There are choir practices to worry about.
What's wrong with choir? You'll just be standing there and singing. And in an air-conditioned place, too.
I don't know the purpose of CCAs. They're just for picking up skills that you'll eventually be needing in later life, attributes like discipline, and social skills.
Why, i ask myself, why should i give a damn about some stupid competition? I can just play truant. What i learn in my cca is not going to be of use to me in later life. Why should i put so much effort to get one idiot note? It's not like i'm some aspiring musician, anyway.
There's only one answer for this. Could i just be attending because i have to?
Why do i keep complaining and feeling repelled at the thought of going all the way to school during the holidays? Am i lazy? Is that it?
Do i hate choir?

Recently, all students were forced to watch a slideshow showing all the events which happened in Anderson in year 2006. When the Czech Republic pictures came, i found myself yelling instinctively -- :
"CHOIR ROCKS MAN!"
Then the voice in my brain went, " Oh shit. Did i just yell that out loud?" On instinct?!

Some juniors told Jiawen "The short friend of yours" hadn't been singing. One of them said i should transfer to alto.
Could this be my problem?
I've having a hard time in choir, to tell the truth. I can't reach the notes as easily like i used to. (It's getting even worse now.)
It's embarrassing, fustrating, and morale- lowering. I'm part of choir, and i can't contribute.
I don't dare to sing for fear of voice-breaking, going out of pitch, and oh, a lot of factors.
This could be the reason i hate/fear going to choir so much.
I can't just try. Something has to be done.
I've already tried.
All i get is a soft whimper. It... just... sucks.
Yet i can't bring myself to ask for a transfer or go get some voice check or something. I just can't go to alto, for emotional reasons. I've become attached to being a soprano.

If i get a chance to quit choir and join the art club, maybe i will. What's the point if i can't contribute at all? I want to at least do something.
Dammit. I'm freakin' emotional about this.

Quiz

2006-10-21T18:27:00.000+08:00

Okay, ahem... This is the quiz that Joyce asked me to do, so here goes:
# 1; single taken or crushing?
I love my manga books.
# 2; are you happy with your life?
I'm just happy to be alive... Of course i hope for improvements. But my life is okay for now. Really :)
# 3; when you've met the right person, will you fall in love with him/her fast?
Sorry, i have currently not experienced anything of that sort for 14 years.
#4; have you ever had your heart broken?
I believe my heart broke at one time when my parents declined to see the painting which i did for a contest. Ah well. I'm used to it.
# 5; do you believe that in some circumstances when cheating love is acceptable?
Do you think they allow cheating in a test?
# 6; will you ever take someone back if he/she cheated on you?
Sorry. Next question.
# 7; have you ever talked about marriage with another person before?
My sister and I were talking about the numerous marriages which were being held recently in our family. Both of us agreed that my male cousin was blind to have married a lazy bum into the family.
# 8; do you want children?
It's seriously way too early to talk about this.
# 9; how many?
I happen to have a phobia of babies.
# 10; would you consider an adoption?
Same answer. Next question.
# 11; if someone likes you right now, what do you think is the best way to let him/her know your feelings?
Probably through msn.
# 12; do you enjoy getting into a relationship?
Like i have said before, i have zero experience in this area.
# 13; be honest, what is the furthest you and your ex have done before?
...
# 14; do you believe in first love?
Well, the stuff always happens in manga. ^^
# 15; you believe that you can change someone?
It depends on the type of person, i guess?
# 16; are you romantic?
I do enjoy reading manga which has an element of romance in it. But not pure romance, please. They often make no sense.
# 17; if you could get married anywhr, where would you want it to be?
IT IS WAY TOO EARLY TO TALK ABOUT THIS!
# 18; do you easily give up in fighting?
I disapprove of violence.
# 19; have you ever wished that you could have someone bud messed it up?
You have to be specific in your questions...
# 20; do you have feelings for someone right now?
I love my family.
# 21; have you ever broken a heart?
Words kill. And everyone speaks. Get my point? :(
# 22; if one day your best friend falls in love with the guy/girl you love, what would you do?
I will probably publish a book about it. Hello? What am i supposed to do? Get into a catfight?
-thinks- I think the guy must be worthy enough to be able to let me fight over in the first place.
# 23; are you missing someone right now?
My friends, because we're going to be seperated next year :(

The positions.

2006-10-21T18:00:00.000+08:00

Firstly, I congratulate Anissa, Jiawen, Yiying, Minhui and the others who did well in this exam.
And also many thanks to Joyce. (:
-
Now, I start my usual ramblings.
There were no sudden sobs or cries of extreme shock when I received my maths test paper.
45 marks. A fail.
I did not know what to do. To tell the truth, I was too shocked to do anything, although there was a nagging feeling which kept telling me this- “See, you are going to fail. I know you are going to fail.”
I am sorry, Miss Sim. I could not keep the promise to you.
Despite the terrible maths result I got, I did rather well for my other papers, earning two high B3s for my Science and History. I was two marks away from clinching an A2.
Surprisingly, I got an A2 for my Geography
All these were expected, somehow.
I'm annoyed at the fact that I am going to have to take a mastery test this holiday for maths.
I am also troubled about what will be in store for me next year, because there is a very high chance of my friends parting with me. We're going to be seperated next year.
Must i make friends all over again? Will i be forgotten?
I hate the proccess of 'making friends'. It'll be another year before i get used to all the 'new people'. And me having mood swings and being anti-social doesn't help matters.
It's always, always at this point in the year where i start regretting why i've been taking stuff for granted.
Will i be alone, just like what i was in my Pri 3 year?
I'm terrified of that.

Nuts.

2006-10-14T11:36:00.000+08:00

My mother is suffering from some mental unstability problem.
No, i am not being scarastic. It's true.
My mother and i are not going along well at all. The same goes for my sister.
In fact, our relationships with our mother are getting more and more strained by the day.
My dad, being the poor middle man in the daughter-mother war, tried to advise us sisters not to snap back at our mom. "She's in that stage," He tried to explain. And we both knew. Ever since our mom started working, her personality took a 360 degree turn. She was more outspoken, more social, and talks on the phone everyday.
She also started comparing us to her friends' seemingly 'perfect' sons and daughters. "They help with the housework!" or "They get A1!"
Then it'd be, "You are useless! I get sick of seeing you at home! You annoy me! Why can't you help me?! Stop watching the television!"
Maybe other mothers do that too. But it was verbal abuse, nevertheless.
Try having those phrases hurled at you every day. You'll be brainwashed, too.

So, it came to a point where my sister started using abusive words like common, everyday words. I am not surprised. Give me some time. I'm getting there.
Just that i use abusive words-- the serious ones-- when i am extremely angry.
Words can be really hurting. Please think before you speak.

Good afternoon.

2006-10-05T13:58:00.000+08:00

Hello everyone.
The naggy grandma is back.
The 'major' papers are over, so now i'm back to blogging.
The topic for today:
How a mere debate about question number one and question number two can literally make me fall into pieces.
So my plan is this-- i'm going to work hard next year and not suffer this type of agony again.
I have only myself to blame, i know. HA, serves you right for drawing in class and not being interested in lessons till the later part of the year, serves you right for not listening in tution class, serves you right for daydreaming... Yadda yadda yadda.
I just hope it goes well.
In other words, what this blogger is trying to say is:
PLEASE, I DON'T WANT TO GO TO A BAD CLASS NEXT YEAR! ARGH!

Ahem. Thank you for reading. Have... a... nice week.

Sighs.

2006-09-18T17:06:00.000+08:00

Hello people.
As all Andersonians know, the Big One is coming on 29 Sept.
And so, because of the Big One, i will have to stop blogging for a while. Heck, i can't even update my fanfiction or draw my stuff properly. I am mentally drained of ideas.
Work hard, everyone. Till 2/3 weeks later. Ja Ne.

Today...

2006-09-09T20:47:00.000+08:00

Yesterday, I flooded the mircowave with milk.
Today, I chanced upon an article on wikipedia and started meditating.
A few months ago, I met a bitch.

I'm still meeting the bitch today. It's not like i have a choice. She's in my tution class.
Her scarastic comments and whispers with her dear cronies at the back of the blue room is a common sight at every session.
Sorry. Correction. They're contributing to the amount of noise pollution that the world is already struggling with-- after the (more serious) air pollution.
It's too bad that i have sensitive ears. I HATE loud noises. Yes, you saw the word. HATE.
The-used-to-be in the same kindergarden-and-primary school-as-yiqin-guy sitting in the front of the row is bad enough. He claps for no reason sometimes. And mark my words, his hands are HUGE. The level of sound transmitted is enormous. Or he drives the Tutor crazy. OR he throws things around the room, making the bitch and her friends at the back giggle with delight. They adore free entertainment, especially if it comes from a member of the human male species.
Them, being girls after all, don't make loud noises, unless you count a certain percentage of the female population from one of the many classes that make up Anderson.
It's just their whispering and giggling and... (ARGGH) that get on my nerves. They debate about many topics.
Dressed from top to bottom in branded clothing, one of their many topics was, like any other teenage girl in the world, about love and relationships. Or some idiot rumor that's currently circulating in their class, perhaps. I don't exactly LISTEN to their conversation, if you get what i mean.
But being made the subject of a side topic is something else entirely.
Miss Yeo's experiment is proven true. YOU can feel it. You just do.

Why must the questioner be always labelled as "annoying" or "acting stupid" or "nerd"?
Yes, i ask the most amount of questions in tution class. More than you'd ever know in your life. I just don't voice out in class.
Okay, i'm being emotional again. Please take it as a descriptive essay then. And i bear no ill will towards the people in question.

What i heard

2006-09-05T22:18:00.000+08:00

"Crocodile cannot kill him, python cannot kill him, only stingray kill him."
Yes, it's still about Steve. I heard this while walking past the Guardian.(To my tution centre.)
A malay guy was pointing at a section on The Straits Times that another malay girl was holding. Two shop assistants were standing around, generally grinning when the malay guy announced the sentence above in a comical way.

My friend told me on msn a few minutes ago-- the turtle icon in msn could be used against you by hackers. (People who were informed about Steve's death on msn and "putting the turtle icon as a mark of respect thing" should know what i'm talking about.)
I don't know if it's true, and i don't know how it works.

The Tutor was pissed off with me today. I knew, because she made an extremely annoyed/angry sound when i told her i did the wrong paper.
There were two papers i had to do. Paper A was supposed to be handed in by the end of the lesson. Paper B was homework. I did Paper B on purpose.
Paper A was tough, what with all the diagrams and all. I checked question one, and the words alone made me dizzy.
Paper B was still tough. (Maths' always tough to me.) But it had clearer printing and bigger words.
So i did Paper B, which was the wrong thing to do.
I failed the previous paper that was given to me, by the way. It was embarassing. I had the lowest score in the class.
How The Tutor announced my result in front of my tution group:
"MISS WONG YI QIN! YOU HAVE THE LOWEST SCORE IN THE CLASS!"
I paused, stiffening. Eyes were automatically, furiously focused on the math question i was doing. I am non-existent. I am non-existent.
"YOU COME FROM A GOOD SCHOOL!" The Tutor boomed.
Several of the boys in the front smirked, causing The Tutor to explode in their direction. "AND YOU SHOULD SCORE LOWER THAN HER, BY THE WAY. I COUNTED THE SOLUTIONS YOU COPIED AS CORRECT."
"Yeah..." Was the general response.
"You should know your TRUE marks." The Tutor said, finally calming down after saying/yelling her bit.
No one cared much, since i shut off from the rest of the people in my tution group except for a St.Nichloas student, whom i pass notes to sometimes.

I wonder, again, if i can achieve even a pass for my maths test. The mock tests The Tutor gave were difficult. Some smart alecs breezed through it with ease, for example Jun Xian and the St.Nicholas friend i made.
Me?
HA. HA. HA. *laughs coldly*

I'm being woken up roughly from my dreamworld a lot recently. It's sad, it's tough.
I'm lagging behind a lot in terms of everything. Maths, obviously, is the worst.
Even my languages-- which i used to be so proud of. Check Jacq's writing. She writes a billion times better than me. Or Augustine.
Comparing with others is not good for you. You must always compare with yourself to get the true result.

Well, i work under pressure. I've been slacking a lot these past few days, even though i'd said studying MUST COME FIRST. (Or did i?)
The only thing i am holding on now is my drawing, but EVEN YUN HUI is catching up, though she has a long way to go, and her proportions are still not good enough.
Yes, i feel the pressure. Every single day. Before i drift off to sleep, mostly. It's a good way to burn the midnight oil, but not so good if you're dying to knock off and your brain doesnt allow you to.
Why all the pressure? I should enjoy my sec two life, you say. Actually, i expect that sentence from Yee Ching, since she's the one who coined it.
Are emotions taking over again?
YES. I am a highly emotional person.

Thanks to everyone who comes to my blog on a regular basis. You're the reason why this blog hasn't died.
PS: But I do hope you won't die from being too bored. I am boring as well as emotional. No offence intended.

Dead.

2006-09-04T22:51:00.000+08:00

Steve Irwin died.
Does the name sound familar? No?

He's the Crocodile Hunter.
I saw the news on TV mobile during the ride back home from choir practice. The news is really quite upsetting.
And it's strange. I didnt feel grief when my neighbour died. What i'd felt was just a little sadness.
But here i am, now grieving over Steve's death. It was a shock to me-- Correction, IS a shock to me. On moment I see him, happy and alive on Animal Planet, presenting cheerily about snakes, crocs, or the like, and now he's dead.
I've never experienced death of someone being 'related' to me before. 'Related' as in, i actually looked up to the guy.
I can't help thinking about his family. What's going to happen to his wife? His young daughter?How did he die? He was pierced in the heart by a stingray. It probably occured during his job. I don't know all the details.
His death just kinda opened some 'new doors' for me that i havent thought of, or experienced before. It's like... a whole new... something.
Next step of maturity? Maybe?
I'm crapping. My brain is all jumbled up. Hee-ho-har-har.

Rest in peace, Croc hunter. We love you.

Honey And Clover

2006-09-03T18:23:00.000+08:00

I was hoping... there won't be any choir practices during the holidays...
Because it's bad enough we have to go back for one day.

I was a person with a sagging face on the bus. I think it's some sort of an illness, because there used to be a man like this too during my Kebun Baru Pri Sch days. He was selling drinks with a lady, whom i assume to be his wife/sister/someone close.

Hmm... wonder what i can talk about besides studying, anime, or gossips...
As much i hate to say this (I think i have a reputation for being a pessimist) I'm pretty happy with my life now. Though i degrade myself all the time. (No, don't laugh.)
I'm trying to kick this habit.
-silence-
Actually what's really going on my mind now is-- can i win the bet with my tutor?!
Can i score B3 for maths?! It- seems- unattainable~!
Why do i say this? Because i don't know how to do the questions in my maths holiday homework!
-silence-
Here we go. Another boring, repetitive post on studying again. Disorganized posts you've been making as well, yiqin.

EW.

2006-08-30T21:47:00.000+08:00

"Who burped?!" I demanded one afternoon(this afternoon.)
No one responded for a few seconds.
" I smell garlic!" I snapped.
Then minhui held her nose. "I smell it too." She made a disgusted face. "Don't you smell it?"
Yiying looked blank. "What?"
The subject was dropped, and that smell faded away. It occured again twice, but i decided to concentrate on my books rather than to care where the smell was coming from.
After Maths:
"Yinliang is farting on JingKai's table!"
There was a little commotion around the usual front area in the second row from the right. Again, the garlic smell.
"What did Yinliang's fart smell like?" Minhui asked a slightly smiling(in dread?) Jingkai.
"Did it smell like garlic?"
There was a nod from the boy. Everyone stoned for a moment.
"Yinliang has been farting all along?"
Yiying shrieked. "His fart travelled all the way to our row!"
Maybe i was laughing, maybe i wasn't. But mentally, i was on the verge of collasping.
Bio-hazard!

Oh no.

2006-08-27T17:49:00.000+08:00

Firstly, i realised how too emotional i was in my previous post. I was way over-reacting.
Talking with Jacq about this subject helped a little. *scratches head*
I had another one of my panic attacks today. Literally. It was probably because of the Pepsi i drank. Oh damn. Fizzy drinks makes me hyperactive...

This sucks.

2006-08-26T21:23:00.000+08:00

Today wasn't a Super Good Day like i thought it'd be. I didn't even do studying at all.
The worst thing is, ny dad doesn't give a hoot about my paintings. He didn't even want to LOOK at it.
I know that my drawings have affected me in primary school before. It had even gotten to the extent of teachers calling up my parents. Which, if you ask me, was uncalled for. That idiot teacher claimed that i was anti-social and keeping quiet to the point of being scary. EXCUSE ME? ANTI-SOCIAL? I HAVE FRIENDS, OKAY?!
And anyway, i went into Special. So, i was hoping, that 'anti-drawing' thing in their heads should be erased. I'd proven to them that drawing in fact DOES NOT AFFECT MY RESULTS.
I know when i should study and all. I KNOW!
Up to now, they still disapprove of me drawing. My dad especially.
"I support you whatever you do," blah blah blah. Crap.

I'm not trying to be unfillal to them by saying this. But they NEVER considered my feelings. Sure, it's just art right?! Drawing is MY LIFE! DON'T THEY UNDERSTAND?!
No, they never do. They don't even trust me in my studies, and that i CAN do well on my own, PLUS DRAWING INCLUDED.
They're worried that my drawings will affect me. That's a good thing. They're WORRIED.
I appreciate that, alright?
Why can't they trust me on anything?!

Maybe i'm getting too emotional, you say. After all, my dad just declined to see my painting.
It's the WAY he did it got on my nerves. Oh, and he never, NEVER LETS ME ARGUE WITH HIS IDIOT, ALL-CORRECT, PERFECT 100% FREAKING statements.
He's unresasonable. Some of his words can be really hurting.
Though he doesn't know i'm mad at him now. My seemingly emotionless face can be of help sometimes.

"All parents want to do what's best for their children." I understand. He's trying to HELP me.
BUT mom and him never took my feelings into consideration, did they? No, it's always "I, I, Myself, I, You affected me!"
I'm filled with envy when other people get their parents' advice and acknowledgement on their paintings, or whatever they're interested in.
What i want is my parents's agreement, and they're proud of what their daughter has.
But no. They treat it like a sin. They say it will destroy me sooner or later.

This has been happening for so long. I want to scream.

People's advice was that i should get good results and prove to them, once and for all, that their worry isn't needed.
I say, might as well forget it. I've tried. I've tried and tried. They refuse to listen. They are always RIGHT.
Their words have a certain truth to them. Being an artist doesn't get you anywhere.
Again-- I KNOW. I'M NOT A DUMBASS. I KNOW THAT SINGAPORE DOESN'T GIVE YOU CAREER CHANCES LIKE THIS.
If i can get a job as an artist, i'll be happy. If not, that's fine. It's hard to get a job you like.
Still, isn't it too early to talk about this?!
ISN'T IT?!

WHY CAN'T THEY ACKNOWLEDGE WHAT I LIKE TO DO? MUST I BE ALIKE TO SOME FEW THOUSAND PEOPLE OUT THERE WHO HAVE A COMMON 'LIKE'?
My dad is trying to mould me into something that he wanted to be, but he never had a chance to. "Study Science! Be somebody!"
WELL, I DON'T GIVE A DAMN ABOUT SCIENCE OR MATHS. I HATE THEM. I HATE MATHS!
I study maths and practice maths. But i don't like it. I just DO it to prepare for future exams. That's all it is to me. I've destested maths since young, and i will STILL be.
So, YEAH. I AM NOT YOU. WHY CAN'T YOU STOP YOUR 'ANTI-DRAWING' THINKING FOR ONCE AND LISTEN TO WHAT I HAVE TO SAY? WHY DO YOU ALWAYS THINK THAT YOU'RE DAMN RIGHT?!

Ah.

2006-08-25T22:08:00.000+08:00

(5/4 weeks to exams! And i can't even do a simple indices question!
AHHH!)
*coughs*
Hello. My energy was being totally wiped out by sitting down for some 2 hours to paint my art piece for the U.O.B competition. I don't know why i even bothered in the first place. I really don't.
Doing a second piece?! Am i nuts?! And i still have do write-ups! Do i even have the time for this?! Shouldn't i be studying instead? What about indices?!

I made a deal with my tutor. She said that if i got a B3 in my final year examinations, then i'll get to work part-time at her centre, with maths exercises thrown in.
A few months ago, i would've been horrified. MATHS EXERCISES?!
Now, i thought that was a good offer. It's important that i practice maths on a regular basis. And it's good to have someone coach you-- not just during tution or maths lessons in school.
BTW, speaking about math lessons... i feel that a certain teacher's... way of teaching should be mentioned here.

Usually, i doze off in her class. But now i've taken to banging my head on the table, complaining to Yun Hui, staring at the clock on the wall and then at my watch, or draw some crap on the foolscap paper to try and escape THAT DROWSY FEELING. I catch some sentences on occasion, then dift off somewhere.
I'm restless.
When i actually DID listen to her class one weekday morning, i found that she mumbled and, basically, i didn't know what the hell she was going on about.
Not ALL of her teachings, of course. She can't be a teacher with experience if she's THAT BAD.

.... Let's just say... She can't explain very well.

How did i bring myself to listen to her ON THAT WEEKDAY morning, you ask.
Math was the first thing in the morning, and i found myself paying attention. I should request for all math lessons to be held in the early mornings. People could find themselves paying greater attention and not doze off that way.
Having a mini-oven as your classroom doesn't help at all. Not even with 6 fans.

Ah.

2006-08-19T22:34:00.000+08:00

I notice now, when i look back-- my life has been one big mess ever since i entered this school. The studying part of my life, anyway. I'm really quite anti-social(?), but let's not go to that.
From failing science to maths to every single new subject-- for example, history. Was it because i was relying on tution too much?
Or am i just a little kid who still doesn't know how to sit down and study properly?
Or was it that i slacked too much and thought everything was funny and okay?
What's the point of thinking about the past, you ask. Well, i think how i behaved during sec one had affected the way i do things, to be honest. And that's a bad thing, because i was the number one slacker, happy with my 253 in PSLE and without a care in the world. Hey, i'm in a good school. I'm in a special stream. I don't have to bother at all, you know?
I was warned. And i went too far.
I am not going to let this happen. I am going to sit down and stare and study like my life depended on it. It's maybe a bit too late for this, i do realise that-- but better now then never, right?
HA HA HA.

I watched a show this morning about a gay guy who wanted to go for plastic surgery. His friends were all against it.
Apart from the fact from being shocked that he was actually homosexual (I always have the impression that homosexuals are young adults-- that's the shallow impression anyway) I had to agree with his friends partly. Men are tough. They don't do sissy stuff like plastic surgery.
I'm an old, boring, traditional person, hey?
But now everything depends on appearance, so i don't blame the guy at all. First impression, remember?
Negative comments and enviroment really have an impact on a person. That gay guy was affected by hurting comments since childhood. Yet another reason for the self-esteem boost.

I feel that constantly brooding about these negative things just destroys you from the inside. Bit by bit. Poison.
For example, not getting good grades. I gave up on maths, i remembered. Now i'm trying again.
I'm giving it another shot.
Heck, we have our future to think about. And i'd want to get into the best class, though now you're probably laughing at my sentence.
It's hard to ignore these negative feelings and results that sprout from mouths, mainly-- but you have to chuck these damn big blocks of poison out off your mindset. You have to. Or you'll go down, down to a state where you can't be bothered about anything, like me.
*thinks*
...Not exactly everything. Deep inside, i still want to score. I want to win. I want to show those damn fellows. But the poison constantly demolishes that thought.

What caused this change? I don't even know. I guess i panicked.
I'm writing this because i want to really do what i think now( and recently). If i don't, then this post is really trash and i'll be a laughingstock that only knows how to type fiction.
I'm off. Good day.

another crappy post

2006-08-10T17:03:00.000+08:00

It is quite sad when i think about this, but relationships with people don't last forever.
Unless you interact with them on a daily basis. Like, face-to-face. Even long distance calls won't help.
One time, once upon a long time, you were good friends with that person. Then that friend goes somewhere.
BOOM. Gone. Bang.
The whole relationship collaspes. Sure, that person doesnt hate you or anything. But what i'm trying to say is, the so-called-- i don't know what you call it-- bond?! -- is gone.
"I don't know you much. Sure, i have talked and laughed with you before, but that's it."
Heh. You make new friends. You meet new people. You go to somewhere different for work or studies.
You forget.
I really wonder how those two fellas are going to respond to their father when they grow up.
Pity the man. I do. Seriously.

The holidays are... mostly spent on slacking or staring into space instead of studying for geography, like i should. Or doing my tution work, like i should.
I know of a certain person that would use this chance to study.
Sure, i've complained, i've gotten angry, i've gotten irritated.
Could it because that deep inside, i'd been envying that person?
That smart-ass human could do something that i've been trying, without much determination-- (like the usual yiqin)-- with success?

No one is going to understand this post except for me... Haha...

This post is crappy, isn't it. -_- Geez.

The Day

2006-08-05T14:13:00.000+08:00

I know i am supposed to be studying science and literature, but i have to urge to blog, so here i am...
I had a long talk with Jingwen yesterday. It was supposed to be discussion for the menu design project, but Jingwen started diverting from the topic. Being interested with what she had to say, i listened, nodded, and muttered.
"Umm, Err... Yeahs."
She was really quite a chatty person. My dad was glaring at me with a hang-up-now glare. I pretended not to notice.

My mother's idol-- a certain singer who sang at Hungry Ghost Festivals-- is dead from cancer. I spotted her crying as she read the chinese newspapers not too long ago. He died onthe first day of the Hungry Ghost Festival.
According to my mother, that singer was a man-- a religious guy who constantly helped people, donated to charities, etc. But he went to jail because of bankruptcy.
And released.
I questioned this man's actual motives-- maybe he was trying to get famous? How could someone in debt be a religious and charitable person?
The answer was that he-- being naive, was cheated of thousands and thousands of dosh.
His sister was a nun and his mother died when he was at the age of 9.
Welcome to the autobiography of Chen Jin Liang...

Okay, okay. *holds up hands*
It was quite fustrating to have the horrid smell of carbon on your clothes and your towel.
No one wants to smell like burnt charcoal. Wait a minute, charcoal smells even better than that.
My dad cooked noodles in the morning-- around 4 or 5 AM?! And failed.
TWICE.
I woke up to the have a terrible burnt smell fill my nose. Not a very pleasant way to wake up.
I demanded why, and my dad went, "Huh? What? What smell?"
He either must have a problem with his nose or didn't know what i was asking him about.
The "burnt noodles" response came in the evening. The whole kitchen still smelt STRONGLY of burnt noodles.

I am not making good progress with my competition piece. The guy lying in the snow was drawn slunted, and snow didn't look like snow, and i discovered another problem.
Markers don't go well with acrylic paint.
Damn.
And it didn't make things better when Jacq commented that it was my worst drawing ever...

I gotta buck up.

Hello again.

2006-07-29T15:50:00.000+08:00

I don't care anymore.
I can't just sit there and watch.
I have to do something.

-

I failed my inclined push up. It was sad really. I forgot about sitting-on-the-ground-thing and released my grip. And to think that i went around telling everyone that 3 pull ups were easy. (Since you have to do 3 pull ups to pass.)

Name arrangments are random. They don't mean anything. That should be the case.
But psychologically, the person arranges the the names in the order of his likeness towards the person. Or what he thinks-- in the order of merit. He may not even be aware about it. Or maybe it was REALLY AT RANDOM. This topic was raised by a disturbed friend of mine.
It is a petty thing to be angry about this-- (Now, no offense to anyone) and now when i think about it, the anger is not needed.
What makes a good leader?
I think that he should distribute the jobs EQUALLY among all the group members. Not to do majority of the work himself and then get angry at group members who didn't do anything, just because he hadn't assigned anything to the members.
Of course, this is just an assumption, but if the leader doesn't get the least bit angry or the thinking that, -- "Oh, damn, i do all the work."-- He must be either alien or he got used to these suitations.
He may think that members should have the incentive. But no. No one would.
Because humans are lazy.
And thus we need the leader to guide us and give us jobs. That's what he is supposed to do. It's not like we'll refuse to do the work if he asks us to.
Yeah, an excuse really.
It's our fault.
But the group leader is also at fault.
Am i directing this post at someone, you ask.
No. I'm just typing out my thoughts. This is my blog, after all.
Thank you for reading and good luck with exams.

Bad.

2006-07-23T17:32:00.000+08:00

>>Rejoycing that this sort of thing has finally happened over a span of... some pathetic 14 years?
>>No. This is bad.
>>No daydreaming anymore...
>>WAKE UP!

Talks

2006-07-16T20:53:00.000+08:00

People gossip-- about stars(no, not the ones you see in the sky) other people around them, and... stuff.
People want to be superior. People want other people to look down on. People are sadists.
Human beings are sadists.
Ahh. I'm one of them. I talk about other people. I exaggerate. I hide what i really think.
Even from my friends.
Why?
For fear of being the odd one out. It has happened. It is happening now.
Am i a coward?
Is everyone the same?
Why would people care about divorces? Why ridicule other people? Why invade other's privacy?
For fun.
So, fun is really about people "caring" about other people's business, and laugh at them? Is that what it is?
Bad. This is bad.
We're so pathetic.
Yeah, there're other ways to have fun, but the most common one is gossiping.
I've heard that gossiping is good for health. You feel better after that.
But it is not a moral thing, is it? Or is it not?
Heck, why am i even blogging about this? Why am i being such a blockhead? Will letting out my thoughts help at all?
Why is life filled with all this? Even during the ancient times, there were class systems, depending if you were of royal blood or whatever it is.
But we all have one thing in common. We're human beings!
Why classify people according to skin colour? Will skin colour affect the person's capability to do anything?
I think i'm going nuts due to my artist block. I'm going... Have a nice week.

screams

2006-07-12T22:59:00.000+08:00

This is Yiqin, typing a post at around 11 pm on a weekday.
I have discovered, to my dismay, that i have absolutely ZERO talent for drawing graphs or solving them.
Yeah, math. I suck.
I listened to those teachers in school. I've pretty sure that i've absorbed what they said.
So why can't i apply what i'd listened to the questions?!
Those questions are supposed to be the basics! SIMPLE!
If only i didn't let the time drag and do all of my math homework at the last minute.
Ah, i'm an idiot.
And there's still three more questions to go. I'd gotten so fustrated to the extent of screaming and banging (?) the table. Which i did.
The oral's exam's tomorrow. Math is tomorrow. Exams are around 4 weeks away, according to my tutor. (Could she have been referring to someone else? I hope, since it's a group tution.)
I don't know graphs.
ARRRRGGGGHHHHHHH!

House

2006-07-06T16:56:00.000+08:00

I was shocked when my mom told me ysterday that my neighbour's house had been broken into.
It had happened (obviously) in the night, a time where people would be snoring away and dead to the world. But what i didn't get was how the thief got in without being noticed.
My neigbour's door is old, rusty and creaky.
How can the sleeping family of 4 next door NOT notice?
And the catch is, how did the thief get into the house into the first place?
... This is scary.
My mum offered two answers. First, my neigbours had lost a bunch of keys some time ago. So maybe the thief got in because he'd gotten their keys.
Not possible.
The second one. It is possible to get the house key by using those hooks people use to hang their clothes-- stick the hook through the window and get the key.
Whatever it was, i'm glad that no one broke into OUR house.

But this is the first time something serious happened in my estate. It has always been peaceful. Now my vision of "peacefulness" has shattered. I will no longer feel safe, not even in my own house...

What am i talking about? This kind of stuff happens everyday, right? It's just that i hadn't bothered to listen to the news, or actually think.
Safe place? Peaceful world?
RUBBISH.
How naive can i be...

Back.

2006-06-16T13:36:00.000+08:00

It was rather hard to believe that i've been eating and living in Europe a few days earlier.
Time really does past quite fast...
The trip to Europe had been an educational one. A really eduational one.
A really really educational one, since i now know what real annoyance and disgust means...
Okay, not exactly. But there's this certain person who was creeping me out, and i hope i never make contact with that person again.
The good thing about all this was that the target wasn't me...
Sadist, i know. But it's every man for himself in this world.
On to happier topics. The food on the airplane was actually pretty tasty. I've heard some people having nightmares about the food.
When i flipped through a blue, shiny piece of paper sitting on the check-in desk, i was then informed that Finnair, the airplane that i was travelling on, had won food awards.
No wonder.
I was terrified that my eardrums would pop during take- off, but that appeared not to be the case. In fact, i felt nothing at all. The horrors came during landing, though...

Ah, now to the choir... We won. We had two golds.
I bet some people reading this would be thinking, "Two golds. Big deal."
Well, during the annoucement of the golds and the 94, 95 points respectively, i cried.
I mean, i cried when they announced the second gold. I was screaming, jumping, and generally going crazy-- (Yiqin going crazy?! I'm out of character. Very out of character.)
Then caught sight of our two conductors hugging one another, and that was it.
I started crying. Really crying.
First time out of happiness.
... I was in trauma. I was in shock.
WE GOT GOLD!

We'd gone through a lot last week. It wasn't an easy trip. No, we didn't really go sightseeing. It was practice till10pm.
And on the first few days, we were totally OUT OF TUNE. A conductor's worst nightmare.
A conductor screaming at you-- A choir's worst nightmare.
It was nightmares all around.
When watching our choir's concert a month ago, my dad went, "Your choir doesn't have unity."
I brushed his comment off.
How terribly accurate my dad can be sometimes.

We bucked up during the last 2 days, and i got to know a few more people in the choir.

...

And that was about it. Choir, i mean.
But i have to say that Europe countries are really pretty. There are a lot of trees and landscapes with wild, yellow flowers. Sometimes red flowers or other colours.
Singapore a green city? Ha-ha. They have a larger amount of trees than the ones here, that's for sure.
But if i ever have a chance to migrate, i'll still stay put in Singapore.
Coz Singapore ROCKS.
:)

This is how...

2006-05-31T21:28:00.000+08:00

I'll be leaving in a few days.
My mother has bascially gone crazy over packing my lagguage. She's forcing me to wear clothes that are totally...
...Out.
I didn't say anything as she packed the clothes in the briefcase. Not a word.
My sister wants me to go get a brain and think properly for once. It was obvious that i'll be the worst-looking person in the whole choir.
Well, that was what she said. Not me.

My mother has always been buying clothes for us since young. We never protested at her sense of fashion. Until recently.
I was the silent one, however. My sister refused to abide by my mother's so called "style of fashion." I have to agree. Quietly, of course.
I KNOW that she has good intentions. But my mother does not want to accept our ideas. And so, she keeps buying so- called "childish" clothes for us, but what seems to be "teenage" to her.

How should i put this...
My mother is angry that we refuses to wear the clothes she'd bought for us. I know what she must have felt.
A sentence for this: Lack of communication.
We'd tried to tell her what we like, and what we dislike.
She would have none of it, though.
In fact, she says that we have fashion sense like that of an old granny.

The thing is this-- We're the ones wearing the clothes! Not her!

Guess i'll have to talk to her a little bit more.

Maybe i appear to be some spoilt brat who wants everything her way, and she should count herself lucky that she even HAS clothes to wear, not like some people in other poor countries, etc.
But that's how it works. Because you can never stop wanting things. Once you get this, then you want that-- an improved one, a better one, a more expensive one. No one is ever contented.
Plus now, the influence of the media. Everyone's materialistic.

Yeah, yeah, yeah, by typing this, I'm actually trying to defend myself for thinking these thoughts.
Guilty?
Not guilty?

I should really focus on my holiday homework and try to get it done, now. And here goes another meaningless post.
The slacker is now signing off.

blinks

2006-05-25T17:29:00.000+08:00

Hello.
The June holidays are just around the corner. I've been slacking a lot.
The trip to Europe is drawing closer, too. In fact, i'll be going off after another week.
Instead of being excited, like what any other human should, i feel sick. Really. All i want to do in the holidays is just to stay at home with my cable tv and to go for daily swims in the public pool.
BORING.
I'm feeling tired lately. Sleeping seems to be a luxury, now with all those homework our dearest teachers are piling up on us.
Well, at least i should be glad that i'm going to a country that not many people get a chance to go to. But it's burning a BIG hole in my parents' pockets and...
... I feel guilty.
It's not anyone's fault. My dad, he'd said that he wanted me to experience what is called life. I'm really glad for that, but even an idiot would know how difficult it is to earn money.
Plus, both my parents are getting on years. It's not easy, you know.

So i had a few talks with some people. The reply was this.
"WHY DON'T YOU JUST STOP YOUR WORRYING AND ENJOY YOURSELF THERE?!"
Sometimes i really hate the way i think. I seem to be having problems with letting myself go.
Worrying about this and that all the time, and all the endless what ifs. Not that this is not a common problem.
I'll probably regret this when i grow up. My worries will take a turn for the worse then.

And this afternoon, i took my bus with a certain friend. She's always smiling all the time. And i mean ALWAYS.
I asked her what was the secret to her happiness.
To be honest, i'd expected something like, "I don't know." or "My MTV channel." That's what people always say, right?
Wrong. Her reponse was a little surprising.
"God."
At first i'd thought that my ears had some listening problems, but after some confirmations, she'd indeed said that as her answer.
"What's there to be worried about? There's always something good in everything." She then gave an example of what happened to her in the D and T room yesterday.

Well, what she said really lightened me up. Really, what is the point in worrying? Stuff that will come will come.

...Correct?

Loveless

2006-05-12T21:54:00.000+08:00

Quote: "You should all just die!"

GO RITSUKA! You rock man!

*recording* Sorry, the blogger right now is currently obsessed with Loveless. Her posts are now going to be something like this. Have a nice day. *ends recording*

coughs

2006-05-09T17:30:00.000+08:00

Actually, I'd wanted to post before today. But i gave up.
Because there's nothing much to write... Except for me being tired, tired, tried, tired.
Speech Day is this week, and the concert is next week.
And guess what happened. Yeah, my throat is now like... a jumble of muscles. They're all tense up and hurt. Damn hurt.
I hate sore throats. I always have. But i would rather have it anytime but NOW.
How am i supposed to sing?!

I have to recover...

Good Morning.

2006-04-30T09:57:00.000+08:00

Yes, the grandma is back. I haven't been blogging in a while.
Ah... Where do i start? Our exams are over. And now is a time, a magical time to relax and toss all the books in the drains till the end of the June holidays.
Yeah, right.
I shall not beat around the bush now. I would like to ask who wants to buy tickets to the Anderson Choir.
I will not give a long speech about how Andersonians should support other Andersonians. I just want to say that if you miss it, it's your loss. After all, we want you to enjoy the performance. We want you to buy for the sake of wanting to listen to us, and not just because you have to support us.
But i'll say it'll totally suck if no one turns up for our concert. Hey, we've been practicing. And we're going to compete in Europe.
I didn't know holding a concert would cause so many problems. Madelene's went well.
All the best.

Life's like that.

2006-04-11T12:58:00.000+08:00

I've been too naive. Now i know.
All i can say is that, i should treasure what i have, and there are people who are less well-off than me. At least i have a family.
And I couldn't believe it. These stuff happens in shows. Not in reality.
But it is the truth.
Life is just unfair. UNFAIR. She was humiliated as a child. She has experienced a lot of hurt and pain. Being from a broken family doesn't come easy.
Now, someone close to her, someone who has been with her all her life, is being plagued by this thing called cancer. It can't get any worse than this.
And this person in question is related to me. Yes. Related.
This is a family matter and highly confidental. But i just wanted to write about it. The unfairness of it all.
The answer, though, is as simple as it can get.
Life's like that. You have to accept it, do something about it, and move on. It is of no use trying to fight it. It's just like that.
If everything was happy, then this world wouldn't be a world.
Some people are born with a silver spoon in their mouths. They are "so-called" happy. They want the latest games, the lastest whatever. Then they die, leading a life full of pampering and riches.
Others have to struggle their whole lives.
Nothing is fair. That is my conclusion.

SICK.

2006-04-11T12:48:00.000+08:00

...And so i was going, "WTH? WTH!" when i saw my thermometer.
38.95. I was sick. I was SO sick.
No wonder i was feeling so bad. To think that my cough would lead to all this.
I've been to the doctor 3 times. Boy, was she earning lots of dosh from me. But well, she IS my family doctor.
I've been skipping from one doctor to the next, and back again. I wouldn't mind if the doctor is on the western side. But no, my mom insisted that i should go and see a chinese doctor. Then BHAM. 38.95.
My cousin, who happened to be in Singapore and staying in our house due to work, and also happened to be a Joyce-look alike, went, "No, it has nothing to do with the chinese medicine. It's because you're infected."
If only the doctor had prescribed me with antibiotics the first time, i wouldn't be in this sorry state. But my mom didn't want me to take antibiotics because my body would be depending on it over time, and my immune system would fall. Something like that.

On the bright side, though, i get to laze in bed for two days. School starts tomorrow, however. Damn.

A poem of what happened today, copyrighted yiqin 06'.

2006-04-08T14:00:00.000+08:00

A long time ago
I had a dream
The same one
It never changes
And today
I decided to make it come true.
My computer mouse clicked this and that
I toiled for several hours--
--Alas, it was not to be
So i've given up
Dreams are just dreams, anyway
They won't ever become reality
You could call me lazy
Or say that things don't come free in this world
Heck, like humans want to work for what they want
Everyone wants the easy way out--
And get good results
Sadly, this won't work in this terrible world of ours

Dreams are time-wasters
Dreams are purely, entirely fiction
Made up by humans

Though i do know that dreams are just all crap
I still want to continue dreaming...
.... .
Hey, I'm a human being, right?

Tired.

2006-04-01T11:30:00.000+08:00

It was projects, computers, and papers the whole week. I didn't even study at all.
I guess maybe i'll be studying today. (Yiqin= studying? *readers laughing*) Anyway, as you can see, i've changed my blogskin once again. This time, it is about stars.
There was a quote in the reader's digest Yiying lent me. "I don't believe in stars. Except those that you can look up and see." I thought it was pretty funny. It has occured to me that stars (Not the space kind, the human kind)-- They depend on us to make a living. So why do we idolize them? They're still humans. Prettier humans, that's all. But still humans.
I was absolutely disgusted at the way some people go after those mega-stars. As in, the extreme kind. And so, i was yelling at the TV. "People, we rule. Not them. Stop acting so pathetic! Without us supporting them, they won't even have a stupid chance."
NO, NOT THIS TOPIC AGAIN.
Yep. I like to complain a lot, and i think that music nowadays(some) are total trash.
But hey, must music not be trash? Must it be-- "Oh, the music is so inspiring... It has depth."
An example, classical music. I have a question. Must the music have depth? And why? What does it mean when you say that a certain piece of music has depth?
The answer is simple. Entertainment. People wouldn't want entertainment to be... serious, perhaps.
Old boring things like classical doesn't sell. "Shock and entertain me! I've got money!" That's why there's all the violence and stupid lyrics. And here's another question. And why are people all that? Why do people want to see blood and gore? Why all the fighting? Why all the bad stuff?
I know it is entertainment. But what i want to know is, why does people regard that as entertainment? I don't understand.

A topic

2006-03-30T17:36:00.000+08:00

I wonder if parents talk about death to their kids.
They probably think that it will be a good topic to talk about, so that their kids will mature and think more. Perhaps the message that they're really trying to put across is that-- Don't just focus on the stuff now. Think and plan your future.
Okay, fine, it's educational to a certain extent. But it's giving me nightmares.
Sure, death is inevitable. The worst thing that can possibly happen to anyone in this world is have a loved one depart you.
And that's why, it's scary. Things are unpredictable, like what my mom put it. "Why, there was one guy who ended up like that. He was talking, well and alive a few hours ago. Then he was gone."
But death is just part of the cycle. You come, you go. It's as simple as that. I remember that i've asked my aunt, who constantly travels, whether she's scared that the plane will crash one day or something. Her reply: "When the time comes, you have to go."
Then i protested. "And who decides that for us?" I argued.
My aunt just looked up. "Somebody up there."

Like what Jacq said, live your life to the fullest everyday. "I do not believe in a better tomorrow."
I want to do just that, but i'm having problems. I'm always running out of time.
Talk about bad organizational skills. And bad self- discipline. Man, i suck.
Still, i'm going to follow her advice and stop picking on the bad stuff in life. What's the use of complaining if you can't change it anyway? A fact is a fact, and it's there to stay whether i like it or not.
I have to get back to my project, or risk being whacked by a certain project leader. And so, i end my post. Thanks for reading.

YES!

2006-03-19T13:27:00.000+08:00

I just had to post this up :)

...Yes...

2006-03-15T11:37:00.000+08:00

The class outing yesterday went pretty okay.
Haha.
Can't think of anything else right now... Kept singing choir songs when i went home yesterday, for some reason. Well, not exactly singing them... They just kept ringing in my head.
Stayed up till 12 plus to watch Naruto. Now i'm currently in Naruto-obsessive mode.
Allow me to let some of my fustrations out...
FREAKING ANIME DIRECTORS! WHY CAN'T YOU STAY TRUE TO THE STORY, DAMMIT! WHAT'S UP WITH THOSE IDIOT EXTRAS! AND YOU GUYS MADE OUT TEAM 7 LIKE A BUNCH OF CRAP! AND WHY DID YOU TAKE OUT SOME OF THE MOST IMPORTANT PARTS? LIKE THAT "THANK YOU?" ARRGH! MORONS!

Sorry. Had to scream.
Highly pathetic to some, i know.
Have a nice day.

Life?

2006-03-07T17:11:00.000+08:00

I've learnt something which i think it is very true after reading Calvin and Hobbes.
We know more about those pretty-face stars more than ourselves.
A perfect, living example: Just question *someone* and she can tell you all about those songs in Taiwan, what's the blood type of that singer or whatever crap. I bet if there's a "who-sang-that-song" quiz, that certain person would score.
Full marks.
For sure.
If you are offended, i don't mean it in a bad way. Please read the second sentence carefully.
Thank you.

All i'm interested in is anime, and even now anime isn't really of much interest to me these days.
Because i can't find a good story. What happened to the good old story plots?! Now it's like all, rubbish! Only stupid old love triangles and stuff like that.
Which is why i'm sticking to Naruto like glue. It is one of those rare ones that makes sense, and shows the bad side of life that we don't always see. Calvin and Hobbes is pretty good, too. Philosophical and creative.

I'm such a nerd.

You must think that i'm an extremely boring person, and probably a grandma in disguise.
I'm not. It's just that i don't have the guts-- and don't want to-- sprout nonsense about teachers, (*ahem*) or being a fan of certain contest shows, or flame someone.
NO OFFENSE. But in conclusion:

WHAT IS MEDIA DOING TO OUR LIVES?

Finally got that out. Now pardon me while i go watch Star Idol.
NOT.

Hellos.

2006-03-05T09:35:00.000+08:00

I can't wait for the trip to Europe.
Though i feel guilty, because I don't come from a very well to do family in the first place, and that this trip, my dad made it clear to me, was my birthday present.
My most expensive birthday present ever.
Speaking of birthdays, my birthday just passed (28 Feb). I had a big surprise that my sister would actually give me a birthday present. Yes, my sis. I didn't ask her for one (or did i?) but she got me this novel anyway. So, thanks to: --My dad, sis, Yiying, Jingwen, Jean, Anissa, Jiawen, Miss Leow, Miss Lee, and everyone who wished me a happy birthday.

Thank you all.

I predict hardship in the future choir practices to come, but hey, you have to pay a price for everything! I hope our concert will go well (Selling tickets: $15, for more info ask me or tag...) and the overseas trip, too. I don't care about the bird flu, i mean, if your time comes, you have to go. And i suppose the chances of getting it there are quite rare. If i don't go for the trip just because i'm scared of getting the freaking flu, i'm missing a big chance to go to Europe. It's not everyday you get to go there, is it?
Of course i'm scared of death. Everyone is. Don't tell me you don't.

Wait a minute, i'm going into a serious topic here... Haha.

*Waves

2006-02-23T21:12:00.000+08:00

Aah... The nightmare has come and gone. In other words : COMMON TESTS ARE OVER! YEAH! Anyway... It's going to be my birthday next week! Yes, my birthday!
28 FEB!!!
By the way, my test results are not exactly favourable. I... ahem... failed maths.
Gotta get back to english... And what's wrong with the way I WALK!?

ARRGH!

2006-02-11T14:52:00.000+08:00

*Takes DEEP breath* Okay.
Mrs Chong is going to leave next term. To be honest, i now find her lessons interesting... WHY is this kinda stuff happening to us? Damn, i hope those seniors score well in their O levels or else... (No offense)
To more... personal topics, i have an ear infection, and i'm now on medication. I can't belive my doctor prescribed me antibiotics. And i played basketball at 7 plus AM in the morning. Yes, 7 plus AM in the morning. And i woke up at six AM plus.
This must be the most insane thing i've ever done in my life.
Anyway, "Yiqin's playing basketball" is almost never thought or heard of.
Get what i mean?
Go and laugh if you want... Just not in my face, thanks.

Long Time No See

2006-01-28T15:37:00.000+08:00

Hello. I haven't updated in a while.
No one seems to care, anyway. I mean, my life is pretty boring compared to other people... *ahem*
In actual fact, i keep a journal. ( Readers: You're so godamn old fashioned!) Yeah, YEAH i know.
I'm pretty pissed at the fact that caterpillar gave us homework for the new year. Sure, there're tests and all that, but can't she give us a BREAK for once? And she wore BLACK yesterday during the new year celebrations. I mean, even MDM LOW wore something red. A cheongsam at that.
I predict that this is going to be one boring, boring, BORING school year. I don't... like the new people-in-charge. ( Was going to use a stronger word but held back.)
AARGH! When can we be free from this prison?

Hunter X Hunter

2006-01-12T17:16:00.000+08:00

(Hunter X Hunter isn't bad, i may go check it out...)
Finally... An update. School has started.
So what's new?
I would like to complain about teachers and a certain member of the school staff, but i don't dare to. Call me a coward if you want to. I don't want to be expelled.
I don't know what to say, but the mornings are freezing. Why do they make it so cold in January?!
I suck at choir, too. My voice just can't seem to come out, and plus the CCA Open House is on this Saturday. Oh, great. Yippee.
What's wrong with me? I can't seem to concentrate on anything.
Maths, Science, and all those stuff.
Am i really that lazy? I can't fail my subjects this year, or else it's the end for me.
Why am i thinking so negatively...
WHY WHY WHY?

Honest.

2005-12-23T19:30:00.000+08:00

Start Of Speech:
I would like to say something. This something is dedicated to a certain person I look up to the most.
Dad, you rock. You're the best dad ever, and I hope you'll be be happy for the rest of your life. I will keep that promise to you. And Grandpa, if you're listening up there, I want to say: Though it is sad that you passed away before i was born, I think you're awesome, according to what my dad has told me.
I will work hard next year, the year after next, and in the following years to come.
End Of Speech. Wishing everyone a happy Christmas Eve and Christmas out there.

Anime

2005-12-17T20:38:00.001+08:00

Yiqin's Recommendations For Anime/Manga:
-- Inuyasha. A nice anime, but the author seems to drag the story and the fighting is boring. The same old sword. Without the sword, i tell you, Inuyasha would be pretty weak. (Against Naraku, anyway.) The jokes get boring after a while. It's always Miroku being pervertic or Inuyasha fighting Shippo, or Kagome sitting Inuyasha... Overall, it's fun to watch, but you shouldn't waste your money... And the artwork in the manga suck.
-- Naruto. Not recommended for people who don't like lots, and i mean LOTS of fighting that could last for several episodes and blood. Lots of blood. There is romance, but only very slight. But it IS a good show though.
-- D.N Angel. Let me tell you this: Spend your money on D.N Angel comics instead, it's nicer and funnier, plus the artwork totally ROCKS! However, the music in the anime is good. I tell you, REALLY GOOD. You want to go after the anime, fine, but you have to put up with the first half first.
-- Detective Loki Rangerok. If you're expecting Detective stories like solving murder cases, you'll be disappointed. This story is mainly concerning Norse Mythology. The artwork in both the manga and the anime is REALLY good, perhaps even better than that of D.N Angel (But only the anime though.) However, i don't really understand the manga... And the anime seems to, well, not to have a conculsion. But I love it to bits!
-- Tactics. The art was done (The ART was, not the story.) by the author of Detective Loki Rangerok as well. There are hints of Yaoi in this... The anime is, like, a monster of the day thing. And though the art is pretty good, the storyline is not to my liking, and i would very much like to wipe off this certain whiny character...
-- Fushigi Yuugi. The art is average, but the storyline is good. Really nice, EXCEPT FOR THE M18 THING LATER! The OVA makes me puke. The music is average. Want to watch/read it? You've been warned.
-- Toyko Mew Mew. The art is average. The anime TOTALLY sucks.
-- Fruits Basket. The art and the storyline is good... in the the anime. The manga is good too, but the art isn't that nice. The music rocks, too.
Thank you for reading. Now you know what anime/manga is good... There're others too, but i can't think up of any at the moment... Have a nice day.

Sec 2

2005-12-13T22:06:00.000+08:00

I wonder how Sec 2 will be like. Ah well. And i got 30 reviews for a story i've published on the net! YES! I'm so happy! I'm delighted! I'm... Um... LIFE ROCKS!
My dad bought me a Happy House pencilbox and a journal, I got praised, I learnt some math, I had a talk with my dad, Choir practice was good...
I love my life.
And lastly, i would like to wish everyone:
MERRY CHRISTMAS!

HELLO

2005-12-07T20:07:00.000+08:00

Hello, long time no see people! I would like to say: SINGAPORE ROCKS!
Okay, not really, but the trip to Malaysia to attend my cousin's wedding isn't really a nice one...
In fact, the trip there sucked, actually. (No, I went to Taipeng this time. *My mom's side*.)
All my male cousins and my some of my uncle kept drinking beer... (And not just for this occasion. They drink practically every day. Well, a CERTAIN few... ) I was VERY repelled by that, and the fact that some of my uncle's friends smoke made it worse.
The wedding wasn't even that fantasic. I saw all the traditional stuff (Granny have tea,Grandpa have tea...) But the most of it was noise, smoke, alcholol and more noise.
On the day of the wedding, people streamed into the house. People i don't even know and BRATS. Brats=Annoying kids.
I know kids are supposed to be innocent and pure and whatever, but you'd be annoyed if they keep yelling around, pester you for your camera, and take up your room space.
The bride was a a slightly plump woman who looked pretty... weird without makeup. (AHEM, AHEM. A lot of hints here.) Okay, she doen't really look that bad, but she's lazy. I heard.
I'm just glad to be back home. I am NOT going back to Taipeng anymore. I'll be going to Ipoh for future Malaysia visits. (My dad's side.) No more unhealthy food. No more ant-infested toilets. No more scratchy sheets. No more (Not much, anyway) mosquitoes. Ipoh and Sinagpore rocks, and alcholics suck.

Another New Blogskin... Again.

2005-11-27T20:45:00.000+08:00

Yes! Finally, a picture of ME! ( Me: The dorky gal wearing a forced smile, with the weird blue-and-yellow shirt.)
My younger sister is the other girl on the left-hand side.
The old woman in the middle is my dad's mom...
And the dog in the picture is... 84 years of age. (Take 12 years and multiply by 7.)
I dunno know why i wanted to put this picture up...
Is it because of the fact that i'll be going to Malaysia AGAIN this Thrus?
(Yep, going there for my cousin's wedding... I'm looking forward to it.)
I feel tired somehow. Maybe it's because i drank too much coke today.
I had trouble with the "pop-up" box when i copied and pasted stuff on this new blogskin... It took me about 45? minutes to get this blogskin ready... Perhaps even more...
This morning, my sister, dad and i took bus "74" to my sister's new school... To have a "look" around.
Instead of "looking" around, however, i wasted about an hour on the stupid bus, doing nothing much at all except to look at the passing houses and the shopping centres....
After that we spent another LONG hour at popular with my dad, looking at boring, boring sec 1 and 2 books... I did see a teddy bear i liked though, but it costed $21.90!
People must be wondering why i didn't look at comics but at teddy bears.
Recently, the comics published are shit, so i didn't even bother.
Then we had Mac for lunch, and we went to Fairprice.
Later, i cooked spaghetti for dinner. I cooked spaghetti without anyone's help.
I couldn't believe it, really. I just suddenly decided i wanted spaghetti for dinner. Actually, I've decided i want spaghetti for dinner since yesterday. And since my mom refused to cook it because my sister doesn't like the spaghetti she cooks (BRAT) , i have to do it myself.
It's no big deal. NOT.
I think i put too much oil, and you should've seen how it sizzled... I swear, the oil was spurting out. Like a water fountain. But more dangerous. Blame it on my limited visits to the kitchen stove. (So far i've only known have to fry eggs, noodles, rice and spaghetti sauce+garlic.)
Sigh. I suck.
Well, the spaghetti turned out okay, but it was way too SWEET for my liking... maybe i should've added more water... hmm?
Aah. Maybe i should be a chef when i grow up, or take a job related to food...

Harry

2005-11-20T21:51:00.000+08:00

OMG Harry Potter totally rocks! I just caught the movie today with my dad and sister.
The 4th movie is seriously better than all the rest. That's what i think.
Chicken Little is funny. I mean, REALLY funny. (I watched it in Malaysia. But this movie aint coming here till 1 Dec! Bwahahahahaha!)
So to all of you guys here, i recommend these two, especially Chicken Little... I've even changed the music back to Harry Potter.
But oh well. I had a nice day today and i really want to thank dad for bringing us to watch Harry Potter.
However, the nice, warm, happy feeling faded when i found out that i have choir practice tomorrow. (And that my dad refused to get the anime vcds for me, which are all in the safe because he locked them up, even after i finished the stupid maths paper. I KNOW i went to the movies and all and that i shouldn't be such a brat, but it's just opening the safe, for goodness sake! It doesn't even require money!)
Not that i have anything against choir. I just don't feel like going to school. And when i thought about all the maths homework i have to do and all... (Maths exams, etc.) I cracked again.
Welcome to the country of doom. Notice the happy tone on the top and the desperate tone now.
No, i am not having mood swings.
So you get the reason why i want to stay in Malaysia. There's no stress there. None. For me.
And HERE? BANG! BONG! OW! HELP!!!
Oh come on. Is Singapore really that bad?
You bet it is. For me.
ME ME ME ME.
Life is tough. Really depressing.

Sighs.

2005-11-19T16:37:00.000+08:00

I feel sick somehow. When i came back this morning, everything seemed so strange.
Even my com seems strange.
I wanted to stay longer in Malaysia. Everything there is so relaxed, and you don't have to give a damn about homework.
But WHEN you step this country...
Do your maths homework! Help your mom with the housework! Stop picking on what i cook! Eat the fish!
See what i mean. All the pressure is settling on me, now.
Same old shopping centres. Same old stupid tv programs. Same old weather. Same old everything.
It must be post- Malaysia depression or something.
So what if it's cleaner here? So what if there's superb public transport?
Mmph.
By the way, I visted a temple-cum-cave in Malaysia and got a pendant bearing a part of my name. The cave was like, so COOL. It was cold in there (Natural Air-conditioning) and you can learn what's going to happen to you if you do bad. And something about karma.
They also give out free vcds and i tell you, it talks about animal cruelty and what happens to the animals we eat.
Forced to survive in extremely small spaces, the chickens live a miserable life.
Pigs were treated horribly. Let's see: Skinned alive, Chopped alive, Beaten to death...
My God. No wonder we have SARS and Bird flu and stuff. Judging by the way we treat animals, part of our own kind,(Life in this earth) We are SO reaping our just rewards.
I have personally witnessed how chickens are killed in Malaysia. First, the murderer grabs hold of the chicken's upper neck. In his hand holds a chopper.
Then he swings. He cuts the chicken's head right off.
And yes, the chicken was actually alive when he does it. The chicken lets out a sound that scars me for the rest of my life.
No, I AM NOT JOKING.
The terrified squeals of the pigs when they get beaten. It was pretty much enough to leave me scared of eating pork.
You must be saying, "Come on, dude. They have to get killed. The grasshopper gets eaten by the chicken. The chicken gets eaten by us. It's a dog-eat-dog world. Everything goes in a cyle."
The point is, i am concerned by the way the animals are KILLED before we eat them. Not of eating them.
This is bloody murder. Animals have feelings too. They are like us. They would feel frightened, happy, sad and etc.
So how would YOU feel if a guy chops you up for his dinner? You would ask, "What DID I DO? What did i do to deserve this?"
See what i mean. Maybe i'm going to go for eating veggies for the rest of my life and only meat once a week. (Of course you STILL have to eat chicken. You can't escape from it. Chicken has already become part of our daily diet. No thanks to someone.)
Tell me what you think.

^^

2005-11-16T12:56:00.000+08:00

To be honest, my holiday in Malaysia is turning out to be pretty good. I mean, in Taipeng, there is practically nothing to do except to read comics and watch some vampire show that i don't even know of (Which is pretty stupid, by the way, and the computer graphics are so pathetic.)
But in Ipoh, at least i can get to use the com and everyone's nice. Plus, there's a dog to watch if you're bored. (Not that i'm gonna BE bored.)
There's shopping centres all around-- Jusco, Tesso and some other... I think Marco. Pardon me for my spelling.
I suppose i've been a whining brat these past few months.
Here, i would like to say that... um...well, i admit that i'm a brat and still haven't matured enough...
Righto. Have a good day, folks.

Okay...

2005-11-16T12:52:00.000+08:00

Well, Yiqin reporting from MALAYSIA here. Weather's not stable. One half of the sky is covered with clouds, the other is nice and sunny. Temp should be around 25 degrees. Thank you for watching Channel 5's weather broadcast. Have a nice day.

Blog

2005-11-06T15:54:00.000+08:00

I saw Siang Yee's blog, and i was like, WOW. How did she get the Mircosoft Office Assistant on her blog??? And he talks!
I also can't believe Miss Kowani tagged my blog! I thought she was, like, just joking when she said she would visit! But i appreciate it, anyway. (:
5 more days to the trip. I can't wait.

EMSD

2005-11-05T16:16:00.000+08:00

EMSD. Extreme Mood Swings Disorder.
That's what i thought while looking at my previous posts.
And one more thing... I discovered how to chnage/insert music in blogs.
I know, everyone must be saying, "Hello madam, you only KNOW how to change music NOW? You are SO...SO..."
So pathetic. I know. It's nothing to brag about. But HECK.
I proud of myself for getting all the codes in the blogskin right, and the music, and everything.
WITHOUT ANY HELP FROM ANYONE.
HA-HA-HA.
I did seek help from Joyce for the photobucket thing. But that's IT.
Well, that's about it. Maybe i am going to change the music soon.
Why don't i hear guys suffering from mood swings?!

To Miss Jinda

2005-11-05T16:00:00.000+08:00

Miss Jinda, YOU ROCK!!! Thanks for visiting!
Now let me think. I haven't been on the computer for two days.
I would like to thank people who've tagged over this past few days, too.
I have no idea what to write about.
Okay... I suck in choir. I just couldn't reach the high notes. Anissa told me she has the same problem. What else?
Oh, right. Staying at home on the com, or watching anime...
I have a pretty boring life, compared to other people.
I wonder who Jiawen wants to kill.
WELL, i like my life as it is.
Even though i keep complaining and everything.

A New Blogskin.

2005-11-01T10:52:00.000+08:00

I went around blogskins.com for about 30 minutes, and i was rewarded with this blogskin. After 15 minutes of copy-and-paste, it IS DONE.
I must say, this depression thing is starting to wear off. Because when i woke up this morning, there was perfect weather. Blue sky, puffy white clouds, a breeze now and then... PERFECT.
*Heard this somewhere?*
Oh, well.
We had choir practice yesterday and spent the whole day singing the Japanese song...
I still have to do my math today though...
Anissa created a new blog... She told me not to link her yet. Will link her soon when she says okay? *Shrugs* (I know her addie...)
Right now, i just want to say that i appreciate everything i get: The nice weather we have now, a whole family... I wasn't retained.... I'll BE OVERSEAS NEXT WEEK...
Call me sentimental... Say my spelling sucks... I DON'T CARE. EARTH, AND MY LIFE ROCKS!!!

Hi, people.

2005-10-29T21:31:00.000+08:00

My dad locked the computer, i have extra maths lessons, i have a stupid maths test to take in December, i have choir practice, and according to Jiawen, i am suffering from depression. And so, thus the change of music. Note: The music is from Naruto, and it is titled "Sadness and Sorrow" or something like that. Yeah. Get the picture?
I mean, i am supposed to be happy. Right? Happy. It's the starting of the holidays, girl! Why are you looking so depressed? Cheer up!
These words ain't gonna work on me, because i myself have repeated these words over my pathetic brain a few thousand times. Oh no, i don't mind maths remidal, i don't mind at all. Because it helps me improve my maths, and that's a good thing.
I MIND!!!
MY DAD IS HOLLERING AT ME, SO I AM SO OUTTA HERE.
GOODBYE PEOPLE.

Whoots~

2005-10-23T13:06:00.000+08:00

I created a new blogskin. Yes. CREATED.
Well, not really. I just replaced the picture with another picture from Photobucket.
But heck, i'm happy anyway.
Do comment on this skin.
I can't wait for next week. Then, on that 27 Oct, i'll be free. FREE!
Nothing much to say except that I got a couple of very good pens to start my drawing with, and the comic i'm working on is about a quarter completed...
Not that anyone cares about my comic. I don't think. *Sighs*
The guy in the picture is "Krad" from D.N Angel. No one cares.
Whatever. Countdown to 11 Nov: 2 weeks and 4 days. My math sucks. Whatever.

I feel sick.

2005-10-17T17:44:00.000+08:00

The Tactics craze is getting in. I am SO obssessed with it that i feel sick.
I don't really feel like going anywhere-- The SpongeBobbies meeting, School, Choir or whatever.
Okay, not really. I wonder if i can get Tactics Volume two this week. Hope dad will get it...
TACTICS ROX!
Okay, i'm done... Thanks for reading. On a side note, the guy in the picture is one of the characters in Tactics. Bye.

What... The... Hell.

2005-10-17T09:52:00.000+08:00

Check out the CUTE kid in the picture. That's the main character in Tactics. THE MAIN CHARACTER IN TACTICS! I know there are more important things, but please listen to me complain for a while.
WHAT THE @#$%^ IS GOING ON?! THOSE TWINS DIDN'T EVEN HIT PUBERTY YET!
Okay, I'm done. That was one of my sick comments on one of the Tactics episode i watched.
Anyway, back to the real world. The Spongebobbies thing was canceled, and so Ivan started complaining. He blamed Jiawen for it, who, in turn blamed Yiying. Okay, people, it was also my fault. I backed out, too. So here, i appeal to everyone to let this matter rest. I am not intending to offend anybody. Thank you.

HA!

2005-10-14T20:50:00.000+08:00

HA! I was so right about being lucky today!
(Well...Sort of... *Sweatdrop*)
I went to the library with my sister, and paid a visit to comics connection.
Guess what? I found D.N Angel Bk 11! Yes, 11! It finally came out! I was at lost for words! I've been waiting for so long! HA!
The picture above is the art--- The totally awesome art of the author of D.N Angel. (By the way, i also have the D.N Angel video, though the storyline in the anime is so sucky. The manga is so much better.) Sorry, i'm gonna advertise a little here. READ D.N ANGEL AND YOU WON'T BE SORRY! THE ART IS ONE OF THE BEST OF ALL TIME!
And plus, comics connection had ordered loveless, but it was too bad that the books aren't in stock yet. I can wait! Haha! *Evil grin*
I LOVE D.N ANGEL TO BITS!!!
Can you see in the darkness of heart? I want to keep it 'dark'. He is called Dark Mousy.
--an extract from the D.N Angel comic

Hello To Everyone

2005-10-14T11:29:00.000+08:00

When i woke up, the first thing i did was to stare out of the window and think, "Whoa, today is such a beautiful day." And it is. The sky was blue. There were big, fluffy white clouds floating about lazily, and there was sunshine.
The best things about life is this: To appreciate such moments in nature. Though those flats blocking my view somehow is not really related to nature, but you get what i mean.
I wonder why i am writing this. Anyway, my mom didn't let me go to the Spongebobbies 'gathering'. Not that i am furious with her or anything.
Am going to the library with my sister afterwards. And my sister is going to follow my example and create a blog.
Compared to the other blogs you must've read, my blog must be one of the most boring ones. I can't blame you for thinking this, because even i admit that i am a boring person, and thus, leading to my boring, boring, life.
I wonder why i even create my blog in the first place. Perhaps i'm curious.
Okay, i'm not bored. I just felt like typing something, thus the post.
To anyone reading this: Have A Nice Day.

Ahh...Happy days...

2005-10-13T17:10:00.000+08:00

Feeling bored, so i thought, well, why not post?
I watched Full Metal Alchemist and got hooked again...
Made a couple of phone calls.... This and that.... Where and when....
So it all came down to this: The Spongebobbies are meeting up tomorrow for a "gathering".
Although i was one of the "masterminds", my ultimate motive was to let everyone watch Full Metal Alchemist to let everyone know what a great show it is, i'm kinda... bored.
I don't know why I'm feeling so xian.
However, i presume there'll be something good coming up tomorrow.... Just a thought, i guess.
*Shrugs*
By the way, i noticed that almost everyone is going about Ivan. Why he becomes such a hot topic i'd never know. Though i have no position to say this at all... I mean...
Nothing, i hope, has been said about me except that i am that "freaky girl who wears glasses, draws all day, wears her belt too high, and the poorest student in class".
In other words, a nerd. Sad. I look like one.
Jiawen told me that her friend has the same blogskin as mine. Why must she always burst my bubble?! (No offence to Jiawen. None at all.) My good mood went down about half after she said that. I know there're tons of people out there who have the same NEW skin as mine, but at the very least, please just don't tell me that your FRIEND has it.
I feel so common. Not unique at all. So... plain.
I know it isn't Jiawen's fault. (And no, Jiawen, please don't get angry after reading this. No offence to you. Really.)
It's all my fault.
What am i even talking about this?!
My God, i am such a retard. Maybe i should dig a hole and bury myself, for i am so awful that i shouldn't even exist in this place at all.

Ta-Da!

2005-10-13T11:02:00.000+08:00

I have redone everything! And i LOVE this blogskin!!! I don't care what you say, this skin is gonna remain for a long, long time! HA!
Exams are also over. Another reason to celebrate! *Skips*
Took neoprints with Jean, Hueiting, Anissa, Yiying and Jingwen at J-8 yesterday. It was pretty fun... Too bad for my sickness though... Had to miss out on food.
But i went to comics connection and they said that they have the loveless comic, only sold out. I wonder if the shop assistant is just making up an excuse or something. But whatever. Mini Toons had soft toys on sale-- Pooh and co, of course. Maybe i'll be getting one of those furry guys this Saturday.
I also found Tactics vcd on sale on Poh Kim! Whoots!* How much better can life get?
Everyone rocks! Dad, you rock forever! ^^

Subjects

2005-10-08T10:37:00.000+08:00

I CAN'T WAIT. JUST 3 MORE FREAKING PAPERS TO GO AND I'LL BE FREE FOR THE REST OF THE YEAR. FREE!!!
I... do hope that i don't fail my maths or science. They're my weakest subjects.

EXAMS!

2005-10-06T17:49:00.000+08:00

4 more days to go...

Loveless JUZ ROXX.

2005-10-04T14:41:00.000+08:00

I repeat again that i am AGANIST same-sex relationships. Yeah, that's about it. America's Toykopop is publishing the Loveless comic in 2006... I wonder if i should go after it... (Should be sold in Broders... But i have to save up! *Sobs... Here goes a month of my savings...)
I downloaded chapters 1, 2 and 3 from the internet (And it took me WEEKS to find the damn webbie) , AND it was pretty nice to read. In a way.
ARRGH!!! SHOULD I BUY THE COMIC OR NOT???

Chicken Rice

2005-09-27T16:27:00.000+08:00

Went home from school today, and when i opened the fridge, the whole BOX of chicken rice fell on me. Simple as that. And of course i cleaned up the oily stuff.
Oh yeah, and i've been doing a little research on the anime loveless. Yes. That's what its called. Loveless.
What got me attracted to it in the first place was the ART! OMG, you should see it. Though it is not as good as D.N Angel, it's still good. But the catch is that... It is Yaoi. Yes, that means boy-likes-boy relationship. SHIT.
As my friends know, i am AGANIST same-sex relationships. I feel that it is not natural and it... is... well... digusting. Yucks.

OH MAN, WHY CAN'T LOVELESS BE A NORMAL ANIME??? WHY???!

TO ALLISON

2005-09-26T17:22:00.000+08:00

Helloo... Earth to Allison! What was she thinking, cursing every single person who insults her like that!? And i mean *those* kind of swear words, like f**k. SHE SAYS EVERY SINGLE PERSON IN HER LEVEL CURSES LIKE THAT BUT I DON'T APPROVE! If you want to curse people, i don't mind, but if you use those KIND of words, please don't say it to my face and get outta here! YOU GET ME, ALLISON!? YOU- GET-ME?!

...

2005-09-21T17:17:00.000+08:00

Sighs... Today was tiring... Went for an interview for the student council, but it turned out that i acted completely out of character....
I am having headaches recently. Dunno why. The Science presentation went okay too. At least it wasn't wordy, and people were listening to my so-called "speech". ( I hope!)
Nothing much to add, except that i hope i can be a peer leader and that i can pass all my exams... hahaz. About the tagboard problem, i'll do it after exams... See you guys later.

Full...Metal...Alchemist...Shocking...

2005-09-17T11:50:00.000+08:00

Lust died!!! LUST DIED!!! HELL YEAH!!!!
Haha, sorry. I've just finished the whole 40 chapters of Full Metal Alchemist.
....Actually.... i shouldn't be doing this right now, because exams are coming.
I am such a lazy bum... I mean, i know i should be studying, but all i need is a piece of paper and a pen to distract me compeletely, if you get what i mean.
HAHA. I am probably the only freak in the whole universe that can get distracted by a piece of paper. Pathetic.

ARRGH!

2005-09-14T17:24:00.000+08:00

I... got rid of my present tagboard and got myself a nicer-looking one, (Thanks to JiaWen for the info-- no, i am NOT being scarastic.) but it is located at the bottom of the page-- and-- I- CAN'T-- DO ANYTHING -- ABOUT IT!!!

Maybe i should change to another templete. (Noooooo!) But whatever. If you want to give comments, (And please do) scroll down to the BOTTOM of the page.Thank you very much!

You- Know- Something?

2005-09-13T08:58:00.000+08:00

I have the Monday Blues. I always have the monday blues.

I mean, yeah, school is a wonderful place to study at and to make friends wadda-waadda-wadda, but must they make school start at 7:15?! What i am reffering to is, the time when the school starts, and not the nature of the school itself.

My spelling and english sucks, but whatever.

I got up at 6:21 today and rushed for school without even having breakfast! Curse that MOE! What if i get servere gastric problems and have to be admitted to the hospital, huh?! Who's going to be responsible then?!

Okay, fine, i know it's my own fault for sleeping late yesterday and getting up late, but i'll bet millons of Singapore students have this kind of problem. At least once in their lifetimes, anyway.
And so i was on the bus, listening to my growling stomach and cursing the MOE, cursing the bus for arriving slow and cursing those St.Nichloas girls for chit-chattering away. (I apologise to all the St.Nichloas pupils. It wasn't on purpose.)

And soon i reached to a conculsion that i am one of the happiest girl alive. How so? Firstly, i have a computer, i have 3 meals a day, i have a family, i have all the basic needs that is needed for living. So what am i whining about? People probably have to get up earlier than i do, like one of those hawkers i know who wakes up at THREE in the morning to prepare all the stuff.

Just look at the massive amount of people who are suffering right NOW in America and Africa, and we look like the richest people in the world. So what am I COMPLAINING ABOUT!?

Though it's true that people will never be happy and keep asking for more. As said in the Inuyasha Movie 3: " Human desire is the most powerful thing in the world." I think that sentence is quite correct.

YES! I DID IT!!!

2005-09-11T18:02:00.000+08:00

I got a tagboard! YES!!! School tomorrow... Will update... when?! Probably during next week. (Exams coming soon...)
See ya!

Hoe...

2005-09-11T17:19:00.000+08:00

It's... This blog... is not very good... I'll try and make it better, i promise... -_-

Boo Yeah!

2005-09-11T17:11:00.000+08:00

Ooooh yes, i got my Full Metal Alchemist skin! I'll be trying to make this blog to be nicer- looking! I'm actually proud of myself cause' i figured it how to do the codes and everything myself! HA! (It's probably not a big deal to other people out there but it is to me! Me, the biggest dork in the world! HA!)

life;

Picture

Stuck

Merry Christmas

What stinks?

Aha.

Oh well.

8 August 2007

Tuesday

Screwed.

CG OMG.

Sick

*starts crying*

Camp

AHEM.

Mother.

Blood O.O

To my friend

Oh boy.

Shit.

Hai.

The life of yiqin.

WAI WAI!

Phew.

SIGHS.

Class.

2/1

The year

Quiz

The positions.

Nuts.

Good afternoon.

Sighs.

Today...

What i heard

Dead.

Honey And Clover

EW.

Oh no.

This sucks.

Ah.

Ah.

*another crappy post*

The Day

Hello again.

Bad.

Talks

*screams*

House

Back.

This is how...

*blinks*

Loveless

*coughs*

Good Morning.

Life's like that.

SICK.

A poem of what happened today, copyrighted yiqin 06'.

Tired.

A topic

YES!

...Yes...

Life?

Hellos.

*Waves

ARRGH!

Long Time No See

Hunter X Hunter

Honest.

Anime

Sec 2

HELLO

Another New Blogskin... Again.

Harry

Sighs.

^^

Okay...

Blog

EMSD

To Miss Jinda

starts crying

another crappy post

screams

blinks

coughs