Hang broke her collarbone today while playing rugby. She and Ruben went for the ball and collided with a very audible BANG or so I'm told. She fainted and woke up in the sick bay. Nephi says (with twice the experience backing his claims) that it'll probably take THREE MONTHS to heal. What is she going to do for her IGCSEs? And what about her currently unfinished coursework? :((((
The worst thing is, she had just applied for (and received) three or more art scholarships to germany/the uk for her A's.
I think she's going to have to be held back a year. At worst. At best ucles will let her do her exams whenever her arm heals enough for her to write without massive jolts of PAINNNN. Or, perhaps she can employ someone to write her answers for her during the exams.
Ruben felt soooo guilty, it was almost pitiful. But no one is to blame.

The primary disco performance thing on friday wasn't bad. 'Twas quite good actually! I managed to pull off the first solo from i bet that you look good on the dancefloor :) I drew a cool bird on ruth's right shoulder blade and a huge freakadelic eye on christian's chest haha.
Arief came for his sister! She's going to be so pretty when she grows up, all of us could tell.
We went to evita's after for supper. Appletinis taste like viscous transparent nail polish.

I'll be coming to singapore in july methinks. There's an ib trip to hanoi, an EDUCATIONAL one. :( Apparently most previous trips were to fancy beach resorts and five star hotels. this time we're going to visit an orphanage and some tribal village.

Mr allan the music teacher had a nervous breakdown on thursday during the intermission of How To succeed In Business Without Really Trying. He allegedly took all the music sheets and locked himself in his little broom cupboard of an office o_O Ruth told me he swore at mr mike, and ms lucy, his new wife, almost punched ms bee or something.
So on friday none of them came to school. Everyone was talking about it la. So much that ruth told me emma clay had screamed and burst into tears cos everyone was talking about her parents. And she'd told ms lucy (her stepmum!) she hated her or something. And suyeon told me hanbee told her that friday morning she told mr richard she wouldn't be coming to school anymore and left. And hasn't been in school since.
I think mr allan's really selfish lah. He uprooted his family just cos the musical wasn't up to his expectations! And how the heck is he going to find a job? All the other schools won't trust him I reckon.

When I was two, and we had a fancy merc, I'd pick a stone from the porch and etch drawings and doodles into the shiny, black surface of the car. My daddy found out soon after and shouted the poop out of me. Suffice to say we never got a nice car again. EVER.

The ground floor of my old old house used to be all grey and marbley and tiley. Once I took one of my pencils and started drawing stuff on them. I still fervently hope to this day that no one has ever noticed ('specially future and present tenants!).

I used to have this little-tyke writing desk, in bold blues and reds and yellows. The desktop could be slid off and things be stored inside (my toys la). One day I purloined a marker from around the house and began doodling tall, bean-bodied things all over the desktop. I made a breakthrough in broad shoulders! I can still remember the wave of triumph that engulfed me when I realised what I had achieved. Afterwards my mother took a wet cloth and rubbed the surface of my desk vigourously so I'd 'look a little neater' and my beautiful breakthrough faded away forever.

Once as a wee little child I got really really really REALLY sick. I kept throwing up over and over and over. So my mum brought me to the old clinic near crown centre and I kept vomitting there. And I overheard one of the poor nurses muttering to another, "Da dada worse patient...da da". And inside I glowed with pride.

When I was p4 or 5, I spied a piece of paper and one of my dad's lovely fountain pens on his desk and I got an irresistable urge to leave my mark. So I wrote in big bold lettering, as neatly and professional-looking as I could, 'I, the President of Hongkong, declare today a public holiday'. Later my dad told me it was one of his bank statements.

In sec2 I painted a lovely mural on the wall outside the bookshop, one that everyone was impressed with and hingying told me some titchy little junior dude took a picture of it with his camera phone and was walking around with it as the background.








I've always known I was meant to deface public property (or at least whatever isn't mine).

In other news, I think I shall find a proper hobo can and start the Feed Chia Lynn Fund off with a bang! Does one require a permit to busk in singapore? Yes, right! :( Everything requires a permit there.

Haha I called michelle at 12am on her birthday, all the way from vietnam! Unfortunately that gundusamy didn't answer, not till two missed calls and a few caps on IMs later. And I made her a cool designy picture thing with one of the random statements I make sometimes.

Yesterday I took a gander at Blah Blah Blah's lyrics. They are sheer poetry! I was suddenly struck with images of a waxen-skinned, black slicked back haired man watching me from afar and loving me and ultimately wanting to drink my blood and give me eternal life. And I felt loved in the strangest way. o_O It wasn't a bad feeling, just alien and almost wistful.
I started pondering about the whole anne rice-vampires-go insane with the eternity thing and how living forever would be very, very lonely.
the song affected me in art today, too! I was humming the song on repeat in my head and had this brilliant idea of a soul chained to it's corpse by shackles of misguided love of it's distraught parents. and drew as such. And an exteacher went by and joked, mm I wouldn't want to be in your head, this is just disturbing! and I feel like making a flashversion.

Charlie's dead's performing at the primary campus' disco tomorrow! We're so dead though, we haven't had a real practice in way too long, what with meike's production (that we're watching on saturday) and ruth's need to be at home by four so she could prepare dinner for her also-in-the-production mommy. I'm supposed to go memorise the tabs like right now but I'm too sleepy and I've homework :(

I had to go for the interschool swimming gala on tuesday. I was in relay and we came second....out of TWO teams. Haha!

This half of the term's ending next week. We've a one week holiday that I shall spend studying with hang since she's so smart. she got the 100% scholarship to germany! Muchos impressive. I wish I were as smart! But I guess I got paid back in guitar skeellz, looks and general lovability. :)

I had the most wondrous and also the most depressing dream last night. It started off as wonderful; I was in this apartment-place. Wooden plank flooring, white walls and window frames. I didn't actually go outside, but I knew it was all windy and sunny at the same time like that time I went to sydney. But I was in some sort of strange other world/dimension. Like narnia, but better.
I can't really remember what happened, except there were this queen. This old famous actress (who did the queen in eurotrip if I recall correctly AHA, CATHERINE BATES) was catherine the Great, in full regal getup except her crown didn't have points and there were long strips of white cloth trailing out of it. And this girl was my guide and friend.
Then my dream took a turn for the worse. Somehow I ended up in this old bungalow-esque place, like the one I went to for youth camp, but alot more storeys.
The thing was that I'd had this nightmare before a long long time ago. Where we were all looking for a place to hide and I hid in a secret compartment in that guide from wonderland who had metamorphosed into a goth chick's closet and he found me and I blacked out and woke up in this weird sac-like nest of sorts in the mountains (that looked like they came from calgary), nestled in the corpses of everyone who had been in there with me.
there were subtle differences though. Across the basketball court-sized courtyard and the green fence you find in singapore, you could see the hustle and bustle of a busy intersection. We went through the picking-off twice.
So this time no one else was really looking for a hiding-spot, 'cause no one believed me but the goth girl. We went to her room which was strangely not goth and because I'd been through this dream before I went to hide in the closet so we could get this over with, and I'm not sure what happened to her. But this time the devil didn't come after us.
So I came out and we went to the first floor and tried to escape to the busy intersection, but TOO LATE I found a little boy lying dead on the floor. Around the same time goth girl and I had received a mental alert that in my wondrous dreamland catherine the great was dead (though the queens always are reborn in baby versions of themselves). So I called this old man to come see the boy, and THEN everyone believed me, so we banded together to go to the roof, which we did (with heavy casualties of course).
The goth girl and I were climbing this coniferous tree that seemed to stretch to those calgary mountains. We reached this sort of elevated rickety wooden platform. On the tree there was this strange circular tray, and on that was some sort of draped white christmas tree decorated in gold with a star on the top. Goth girl pulled the shroud off and there was this transparent, blue baby in catherine the great's clothes, who was crouching on the tray and streaked into the night sky when we removed the shroud, like some flash of energy but a little slower. Then we got another mental alert that catherine the great was dead, only this time we knew she wouldn't be coming back (her soul had gone up to heaven) and we began to cry and look lost because we had killed such a great person.
Then any sort of protection catherine the great held over us against the devil was gone, and he was climbing up the tree to get us. I think there was a chase involved. I blacked out again, and woke up in the sac-like nest, just like last time.

Freaky, huh? So back to real life! Michelley's birthday's on the 21st of march. Wish her and buy her a present!
I've downloaded gta: san andreas, IT IS SUCH A GOOD GAME. Hence why I haven't really been blogging. In fact, were it not for my mindblowing dream, I probably wouldn't be here!

Today: senior girls basketball, dalat against saigon. I was playing. Saigon was leading 2-0 and the game was around 20 seconds from ending? Catherine (or however you spell her name) passed me the ball, and someone was blocking me. Then the impossible happened. I threw the ball at the hoop without aiming and IT GOT INNNNNNNNN OMGGGGGGG!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!11111111ONEONEONE meaning I scored the two points that prevented my house from experiencing utter defeat and humiliation at the hands of those saigon peeps! :))))
Everyone on the team threw me highfives and tens and ear-to-ear grins which is a big deal cos I don't know half of their names and I DID NOT KNOW THAT WAS WHAT IT FELT LIKE TO BE PART OF A TEAM IN SPORTS. :)
And yes, I totally love basketball now.

There was band prac after school, unproductive band practice because meike's really ill and she's usually the one keeping us relatively in order. Haha but we almost did smells like teen spirit before hang got bored of her simple bass parts.

My's party after that at the ciao cafe. Twin, hang and I shared a cab to some shop where we got fly's present, and then we flagged a REALLY LOUSY ASS CAB that took us in circles. We ended up right back where we started, 40000 dong poorer. :(
After the party a bunch of us went to the boardgame cafe. In the end only suyeon, fly, dennis and I were left, so we called binh over and played abit more, then went to sheraton to meet heetae. I think duck might give me the phone he bought in taiwan, it's a frickin razr!!!! :)
Dennis is so sweet!
Suyeon dropped dennis and I home. After dennis alighted, suyeon instructed me on the subtle art of korean flirting! Unfortunately, more than half of the methods described require the use of a cellphone. :(