Naomi Alexis Lim Huiling
Just your not-so-average Twenteen-Year-Old
Madly addicted to drama and romance
Totally and undeniably crazy... Just a little ;)
As many of you have experienced for yourselves, the past two days have been absolute bliss. Why, you may ask. Well, we've been sitting for this marvelous thing called The Common Test. Yes, the very much dreaded TCT! Be forewarned all you wee underlings who have yet to face this, they come in many guises.
Let's have a brief battle analysis of all the common tests i have had the honor of encountering:
You keep saying you've got something for me. something you call love, but confess. You've been a messin' where you shouldn't have been a messin' and now someone else is gettin' all your best. These boots are made for walking, and that's just what they'll do one of these days these boots are gonna walk all over you. You keep lying, when you oughta be truthin' and you keep losin' when you oughta not bet. You keep samin' when you oughta be a changin'. Now what's right is right, but you ain't been right yet. These boots are made for walking, and that's just what they'll do one of these days these boots are gonna walk all over you. You keep playin' where you shouldn't be a playin and you keep thinkin' that you´ll never get burnt. Ha! I just found me a brand new box of matches yeah and what he knows you ain't HAD time to learn. These boots are made for walking, and that's just what they'll do one of these days these boots are gonna walk all over you. Are you ready boots? Start walkin'!
Regarding the last post: I stand corrected. The last video is apparently not sadistic at all, but melancholic (according to my sister). The video clip 'Lily and Jim' is about life.
Is it just me or the Chinese New Year festivities this year was a little more subdued. I'm not saying that I didn't enjoy it or anything. Just a little less on the festival aspect and more of a holiday kind of thing. Not that that prevented me from leaping into the new year with much enthusiasm. Taking into consideration the diameter of my face, the size of my eye bags, no eye pillows, my sore throat and rash, perhaps I enjoyed it too much. (From this description of myself, do not presume to think that I'm an old hag, because I am in actual fact the epitome of beauty and the object of men's desire.. heh. -.-"' I think I'm laying it on a little too thick.)
Well, anyways, with the thick black cloud of common tests looming ever so ominously over my head, I probably have every reason to look like a hag. For all those who have like me failed to look at, much less peruse the common test timetable, here it is.
On a lighter note, here is the afore promised Star Trek: Voyager video clips. I'm sure they've been much awaited for. Courtesy of youtube.com.
Fan Videos Janeway's Boots
Shut up- Black Eyed Peas
From the Actual Show Doctor to Tuvok: Opera
Doctor and Seven- You are my sunshine
Call me a nerd if you must. But i will never forsake my Star Trek: Voyager. Resistance is Futile you and your collective will be assimilated
tata!
❤slipping on a banana peel at 8:39:00 pm
Saturday, February 17, 2007
Presenting a Don Hertzfeldt Video Fest. Courtesy of MySpace Videos. Warning: Sadistic and Very Random scenes ahead. No logic required, just yours eyes, your ears and a clothe bag to cover the eyes and ears of innocent children who do not wish to be corrupted. Alright, here goes. Enjoy.
Ah, L'Amour The story of a young man in love.. right
Sadistic. How could you put yourself through all that. Up next: Featuring Star Trek: Voyager
❤slipping on a banana peel at 12:20:00 am
Sunday, February 11, 2007
Whoosh! Right, as usual, I'm not supposed to be doing this right now.
Let's do a brief analysis of just what exactly I should have done or should be doing now:
1. Going through practice maths questions for my maths CA tomorrow (another test which I'm absolutely confident about. Just another A in my report card see)
2. Tackling all my backlog homework, not to mention the ever increasing pile of work that's been accumulating this week. (and of course due by tomorrow)
3. Doing 2 essays for my econs tuition, which i had to cancel for this week because of the ritual-pre-new-year-spring-cleaning and meeting my aunty for a bowling-cum-wedding-prep thingy thing. (ohmigawd, Nian-Rong please don't read this)
4. Tying my fingers in knots while attempting to produce presentable friendship bands (of which I've done a grand total of 2 and also managed to lose one work in progress)
5. Attempt to take artistic shots of my class's already produced pieces, in order to showcase our artwork at the booth.
Well, as you can probably tell by now, I really shouldn't be typing this horrendous example of a blog entry which no one will probably read anyway. I really shouldn't be listening to Cascada's Every time we touch, and I really shouldn't be thinking about what sadistic video to put up, and i guess i REALLY really shouldn't even consider watching another episode of Star Trek: Voyager (the TV show I've been reunited with with the help of you tube :] hee. To get an idea of just how fanatical i was, please consult any of my lower secondary school mates)
Crapola. My time is up. This would be a really convenient time for a space ship to materialise and beam me up. Oh well.
Live Long and Prosper
❤slipping on a banana peel at 10:04:00 pm
Thursday, February 08, 2007
Wow, what ever happened to blogging faithfully everyday. Hmm, oh well. What the heck. Let's see, tempted as I am to emo my way through this blog entry, I shall resist doing so.
On to what happened today that so prompted me to blog even though i have a biology CA tomorrow (see how prepared I am, I'm quite confident of getting an A see).
Anyway we had a different sub for GP today. Two days ago was some lady (had a bout of cramps so have no idea what she's like) but even from my brief encounter with her, let's just say i wholeheartedly agree with Celine. Next was some funky teach (haha, Nian-Rong, be very jealous). Actually, he didn't really do much except show-case his love for sharpening his tongue on Malaysians. What happened to being politically correct 'cause of our vulnerability.
Today was.. quiet. I felt so much like a primary school kid again that I was oh so tempted to put my finger to my lips and sit there the rest of the period that way.
He bursts into the classroom, slams the door (I swear he almost scared himself), and shouts about how we think we're in some kampong (pronounced as campon, as in tampon with a c). "What's all this tomfoolery!" He hollers, along with a string of other bombastic words. Maybe I should learn from him and inject (or is it infuse?) my conversation and speech with wit and powderful vocab. Something along the lines of: "Sarah! Quit being a tom fool!" or "Hannah! Why are you such a tom!" or maybe "Sam! Is your name tom?!" OK i shall cease being lame. (Look! Big word!) Back to the point anyways, that guy was one scary teach. He even wondered why he instills so much fear in people. I really wonder why.
