Was it patience?
That was probably the last real chance left anyway, through this point of view.
:)
Arsenal drew Liverpool 1 all.
Mervelle asked me what 1 all meant.
Anyway, stupidity aside, Sexy Cesc scored the goal that saved us all(Gooners)! That equalised Stevie G's 8th minute one through the free kick.
I was like so incredibly nervous for all our flaming Arsenal arses until dear Theo came on. His fresh legs, I knew, would keep us from defeat, although I secretly knew we wouldn't lose. :)
Well, Mervelle, even though none of won, Arsenal is still the BETTER team.Not just for that
I bought Stevie G's autobiography. Hello Mervelle, na na nee boo boo!
Jealousy, turning saints into the sea
Swimming through sick lullabies...
Well, Mervelle, although none of us won, as a proud Gooner I can confidently say that Arsenal is still the BETTER team. And not just for that match.
Muahahah.
XOXO
Tuesday, 23 October 2007 | 19:39
Hey oh, listen what I say, oh.
Somebody's annoying the hell outta me.
Ooh Jamie's so yummy! Jamie's Chef, Aaron, is so "bloody rude"! His wife couldn't take it and went to London. He got Jamie to call his wife and Jamie managed to sort things out!
Go Jamie, go! Jamie is a pro!
"And there you go! Now I'm a marriage councillor. " - Jamie Oliver
Hahahah.
The new Hugo Boss commercial is sizzlin'! Only Jonathan Rhys-Meyers. x)
"Harmony is overrated."
We had the Indian Cultural thing today, a.k.a "Indian Day."
If anyone has read MERVELLE's blog lately, I DO NOT THINK WHOEVER'S FATHER IS "CUTE". I thought "Angelo" was a young boy, so I said, "so cute". I have never seen him and never knew a single detail about him before. All I heard was "Angelo." That is it.
And, Mervelle, Hamilton might win. Nothing to do with Kimi, Lewis, Massa or Alonso. It's two other drivers. And if they are confirmed to have used weird fuel, Hamilton my hon' will win cuz he'll be pushed up! WHOOSH. Don't ask me how, I don't know. :)
My sister is walking around with lighted candles.
Weirdo.
When it's killing me,
when do I really see
all I need to look inside?...
Well, I am utterly disappointed with my English results. They suck, to say the least. Argh.
I de-proved by seven marks for essay writing since the last time ( CA2 ). Seven bleeping marks depriving me of my A1. Seven bleeping marks taking away my otherwise improving grades. B3 to A2 to A1, then back to a bleeping A2 again. And that's just 80% of the total SA marks! Not including Oral which will no doubt pull my aggregate down. Seven bleeping marks that are totally not helping to boost my morale. Yeaah, it sucks to be me.
And I don't even want to talk about comprehension. I did even worse, but somehow, I'm more disappointed in myself with my essay. I can't say I expected more, I don't, but to de-prove by seven marks? This ain't math we're talking about here! I need to score in English. There's nothing else for me to hang on to, being in 1/3. I don't mean to brag, but after a whole year of almost nada grammar mistakes in essay writing, I get Satisfactory? It used to be Excellent/Good. Absolutely sure it has nothing to do with one who graded my script? Hell, no. Time to stop ranting, time to look on the bright side of life. 'Cause, yeah, I'm Mr. Brightside. ;)
Only thing I have to look forward to presently, is the math trail to Changi Airport tomorrow! Oh it'd SO make my day if I saw Yassine again! But it's best not to get my hopes up.
However,
I love going to the airport, for several reasons.
1. Male Tourists
2. Ohemgee-I-Could-Just-Die-on-the-spot Air stewards (eg. Yassine) <3
3. Gorgeous male Tourists
4. Sexy male Tourists
5. Pilots, even!
6. Cute male Tourists/Air Stewards that look like Theo Walcott, although none besides Yassine have actually been spotted so far. So far. Sadly, only Fernando Torres slightly look-alikes in American version have been sighted. :/
7. Ah, just hot men. :)
8. Oh and I like the atmosphere. ;)
I can't wait! :D
HOUSE ROCKS!
Real joke of the day.
We're crossing the road on the way home after school.
Me : "Hey, does something smell to you?"
Eugenia, "Yeah...(waves hand in front of nose) it smells like.....(makes disgusted face) nature!"
Okay it doesn't sound funny but it really is. ;)
Gill is lamer....
I'll bet sexy Cesc grabbed your attention! Clenched jaw, smoky eyes, and pouty lips. I could really faint. :0
Ooh Jamie's so yummy! Jamie's Chef, Aaron, is so "bloody rude"! His wife couldn't take it and went to London. He got Jamie to call his wife and Jamie managed to sort things out!
Go Jamie, go! Jamie is a pro!
"And there you go! Now I'm a marriage councillor. " - Jamie Oliver
Hahahah.
The new Hugo Boss commercial is sizzlin'! Only Jonathan Rhys-Meyers. x)
"Harmony is overrated."
We had the Indian Cultural thing today, a.k.a "Indian Day."
If anyone has read MERVELLE's blog lately, I DO NOT THINK WHOEVER'S FATHER IS "CUTE". I thought "Angelo" was a young boy, so I said, "so cute". I have never seen him and never knew a single detail about him before. All I heard was "Angelo." That is it.
And, Mervelle, Hamilton might win. Nothing to do with Kimi, Lewis, Massa or Alonso. It's two other drivers. And if they are confirmed to have used weird fuel, Hamilton my hon' will win cuz he'll be pushed up! WHOOSH. Don't ask me how, I don't know. :)
My sister is walking around with lighted candles.
Weirdo.
When it's killing me,
when do I really see
all I need to look inside?
Wednesday, 17 October 2007 | 17:14
I just can't look its killing me ( not Hugh, ^ silly.)
And taking control
Jealousy, turning saints into the sea
Swimming through sick lullabies
Choking on your alibis
But it's just the price I pay
Destiny is calling me
Open up my eager eyes
Open up my eager eyes
'Cause I'm Mr Brightside
This takes place in Princeton Placeboro Teaching Hospital (House m.d.)
Nun : "Sister Augustine believes in things that aren't real."
Dr. Greg House : "I thought that was a job requirement for you people."
Laughlaughlaugh.
Well, I am utterly disappointed with my English results. They suck, to say the least. Argh.
I de-proved by seven marks for essay writing since the last time ( CA2 ). Seven bleeping marks depriving me of my A1. Seven bleeping marks taking away my otherwise improving grades. B3 to A2 to A1, then back to a bleeping A2 again. And that's just 80% of the total SA marks! Not including Oral which will no doubt pull my aggregate down. Seven bleeping marks that are totally not helping to boost my morale. Yeaah, it sucks to be me.
And I don't even want to talk about comprehension. I did even worse, but somehow, I'm more disappointed in myself with my essay. I can't say I expected more, I don't, but to de-prove by seven marks? This ain't math we're talking about here! I need to score in English. There's nothing else for me to hang on to, being in 1/3. I don't mean to brag, but after a whole year of almost nada grammar mistakes in essay writing, I get Satisfactory? It used to be Excellent/Good. Absolutely sure it has nothing to do with one who graded my script? Hell, no. Time to stop ranting, time to look on the bright side of life. 'Cause, yeah, I'm Mr. Brightside. ;)
Only thing I have to look forward to presently, is the math trail to Changi Airport tomorrow! Oh it'd SO make my day if I saw Yassine again! But it's best not to get my hopes up.
However,
I love going to the airport, for several reasons.
1. Male Tourists
2. Ohemgee-I-Could-Just-Die-on-the-spot Air stewards (eg. Yassine) <3
3. Gorgeous male Tourists
4. Sexy male Tourists
5. Pilots, even!
6. Cute male Tourists/Air Stewards that look like Theo Walcott, although none besides Yassine have actually been spotted so far. So far. Sadly, only Fernando Torres slightly look-alikes in American version have been sighted. :/
7. Ah, just hot men. :)
8. Oh and I like the atmosphere. ;)
I can't wait! :D
HOUSE ROCKS!
Real joke of the day.
We're crossing the road on the way home after school.
Me : "Hey, does something smell to you?"
Eugenia, "Yeah...(waves hand in front of nose) it smells like.....(makes disgusted face) nature!"
Okay it doesn't sound funny but it really is. ;)
Gill is lamer.
Thursday, 11 October 2007 | 12:10
The importance of being idle.
You have 446 new messages in your e-mail inbox.
Sigh.
Just the thought of sorting out junk from "real mail" tires me. Well, that's what you get when you haven't been online in weeks, possibly months.
Exams are finally over. (:
No more anxiety, no more panic attacks, no more last minute mugging, and best of all, goodbye trying to cram information into more than 2% of my brain! (Well at least for the rest of the year.)
Now all there is left to bother about are report books, the dreaded results.
Bleaah. Best to quit thinking about it and have all the fun I can before it's too late. :D
It's quite difficult though, to partay right now, seeing as I'm sick. :/ Holiday fever- literally.
I woke up at 5.25am with a temperature of about 37.8 degrees celcius or so. And my back and neck hurts like puck due to all the "chicken" in Gwen's swimming pool that's half the size of an Olympic sized one!
Bloody rich girl is not exaggeration. Her house is bloody huge. It's like an island resort or something. But I shall not brag about Brudder's house. :)
Yesterday was all fun and games right after the Chinese paper. It was lunch at Toast, followed by shopping around town. Then it was off to Gwen's house. First one in the pool was poor Rachael. :) Gill practically threw her in there! She literally flew into the pool- shoes and everything.
Thanks, Brudder, for the FABULUS party. ;)
So I'm experiencing the terrible effects of two much sun or something. All I did today was watch two episodes of my much loved House, idle around and now I'm using the computer.
The importance of being idle.
I don't mind
As long as there's a bed beneath the stars that shine
I'll be fine, if you give me a minute, a man's got a limit
I can't get a life if my heart's not in it
Hey Hey
I lost my faith in the summer time
'Cause it don't stop raining
The sky all day is as black as night
But I'm not complaining
I begged my doctor for one more line
He said "Son - words fail me"
It ain't no place to be killing time
I guess I'm just lazy
Oh wells.
My mail's waiting. :/...
Sigh.
Just the thought of sorting out junk from "real mail" tires me. Well, that's what you get when you haven't been online in weeks, possibly months.
Exams are finally over. (:
No more anxiety, no more panic attacks, no more last minute mugging, and best of all, goodbye trying to cram information into more than 2% of my brain! (Well at least for the rest of the year.)
Now all there is left to bother about are report books, the dreaded results.
Bleaah. Best to quit thinking about it and have all the fun I can before it's too late. :D
It's quite difficult though, to partay right now, seeing as I'm sick. :/ Holiday fever- literally.
I woke up at 5.25am with a temperature of about 37.8 degrees celcius or so. And my back and neck hurts like puck due to all the "chicken" in Gwen's swimming pool that's half the size of an Olympic sized one!
Bloody rich girl is not exaggeration. Her house is bloody huge. It's like an island resort or something. But I shall not brag about Brudder's house. :)
Yesterday was all fun and games right after the Chinese paper. It was lunch at Toast, followed by shopping around town. Then it was off to Gwen's house. First one in the pool was poor Rachael. :) Gill practically threw her in there! She literally flew into the pool- shoes and everything.
Thanks, Brudder, for the FABULUS party. ;)
So I'm experiencing the terrible effects of two much sun or something. All I did today was watch two episodes of my much loved House, idle around and now I'm using the computer.
The importance of being idle.
I don't mind
As long as there's a bed beneath the stars that shine
I'll be fine, if you give me a minute, a man's got a limit
I can't get a life if my heart's not in it
Hey Hey
I lost my faith in the summer time
'Cause it don't stop raining
The sky all day is as black as night
But I'm not complaining
I begged my doctor for one more line
He said "Son - words fail me"
It ain't no place to be killing time
I guess I'm just lazy
Oh wells.
My mail's waiting. :/