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Even though it's erm, rather late. (Understatement.)

Anyway, to tie up loose ends:

In case anyone didn't realise, when I typed Goodbye in the previous post, I meant Goodbye; as in: Farewell, Blog, I shall not post here henceforth.

On another note, I seem to be missing everything.

First came the ONE-DAY-ONLY My Chemical Romance concert, which so happened to fall on MY BIRTHDAY.

WHY DIDN'T I GO?! (Please let them come again next year! PLEASE; WITH CHOCOLATE CHIPS AND CHOCOLATE FUDGE AND CHOCOLATE POP-TARTS ON TOP!)

Xinyi tells me that Simple Plan came while I was away at Tianjin for the exchange programme as well.

Joy.

And now I stare in envy at the videos of the MCR concert on youtube, reminiscing the Memories Not Mine.

That's the way it goes.

Oh well, to bring this to a more proper ending, here's a poem which I wrote when I was twelve. (Random? Not really actually,)
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Our Friendship; As I knew It

We were once united
And then
Our Friendship faded into memories.

As each day passes
The shattered trust we once held in each other
Becomes so difficult to mend.

Split up
Into alternate universes, in spirit
Yet passing each other everyday
We were friends
Once upon a time
Why did it have to turn out this way?

Do I know you, stranger?
Yes, I think I do
You're that girl
That memory
Tucked away--
That wonderful friend I once knew

So close,
Yet so far
What a familiar line.

And yet
Ironically, used in truth,
All too aptly this time.

But that's just Life.
Isn't it?
Always full of clichés.

Reality, like a slap across my face
Seems so harsh,
So cold.

Illusions of a brighter future
The sweetest lies
Life ever told.

Distant figures sharing a cherished past
But the present has Metamorphosed
Many a Personality.

Maybe 'tis our Fate not to remain as we were
But you will remain dear to me forever, my friend.
As we used to be.
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That's where the url came from, in case you haven't noticed.

I won't be taking the blog down. For sentiment.
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So here, I mark the close of one part of my existence (which coincidentally marks my first year in NJ as well).

But with every end comes a beginning; or so They say.

(They seem to make sense most of the time.)

And so I bid you Aidieu, at my Fifty-seventh post.

Once again, as MCR has it;
Your Memory will Carry On.

This

It's goodbye, I guess; or at least this is the normal way to put it.

Though I don't really see the Good in it.
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I've deleted my fictionpress story.

I'm really grateful to those people who reviewed and made my day by encouraging me to continue, but I've decided to stop.
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Don't ask me why.

(Don't worry though, I'm not going to turn suicidal or homicidal; or anything of that sort.)

-Your Memory Will Carry On

Shoutouts give you that warm, fluttery and sweet feeling.

Everytime I read them I'll start 'Aww'-ing.

Mentally, of course. Or my sister and mum'd send me for counselling sessions for mentally disturbed individuals.

ANYWAY, ( I absolutely canNOT stand people who add an 's' behind 'anyway'. 'Anyway' has had, has, and will have no plural.)

As I was saying (er, typing), here's a response to shuliet's round of shoutouts.

By alphabetical order;

JUICY, JIGGLY JOAN
Messy-and-fast-eating SHIFU! I miss you so much! (Even if Zizhao's gonna kill me later, I shall just say it!) Haha, without you, there's no one left to believe my GEYLAAANG prank; and no one to tease and disturb. And we can't gang up on Mingjie the Paedo to tease her about her tiantian and fengfeng. I HOPE YOU'RE STILL TAKING YOUR STD-STOPPER PILLS! I miss your ho-ho-ho laughter. Your OCD cleanliness; your sweet, patient, loving, generous, mother-potential self! Love you, Mrs Joan Wang, you drama-pro! (ZIZHAO, DON'T KILL ME, SHE'S ALL YOURS.)

MINI, MICROSCOPIC, MIDGET MINGJIE!
HELLO PAEDOPHILE! Haha, you and your bow-pulling. And you still refuse to bend when we cross the bar on the way to the parade square for assembly! Don't you know bending helps you GROW TALLER? Look at everyone else in our class! WE'RE ALL TALL! Hahaha. But NEVERMIND. Your height is JUST RIGHT for your tiantian and fengfeng, because you and shuhui both say that you need your guy to be the right height for kissing. I guess that'll be okay for you and your tiantian, then. SMARTIE-PANTS la you. And always say the wrong thing at the wrong time, haha. You're SO CUTE! (Borrowing words from a paedophile aka, YOU). And SMART too! (Except when it comes to betting about your GPA) 8D

SILENTLY SEDUCTIVE SHUHUI!
SHULIET, MY LOVE! TRICIA THE TYRANT SHALL NOT COME BETWEEN US! Haha, and my other loves are chocolate, Mr Darcy and Edward Cullen. But NONE SHALL COME BETWEEN US! ( I'm STRAIGHT! I didn't say anything before this!) 8) SHULIEEET! You're PRETTY OKAY! And you're tall, and dance SEDUCTIVELY, and SMART. You're LOSING WEIGHT TOO LA! Oh, and you DANCE BALLET too! I want to DANCE! Oh, and precipitato means hasty, according to altavista babelfish. Ack. Nevermind, we shall improve our chinese and mandarin during the tianjin trip, aye? 8D

SEXILY-SCANTY SHUWEI!
PRETTY WOMAN! Hahaha, your 'SHUWEI is beautiful' and 'Beauty(Shuwei) in Asia' Photographs crack me up everytime! Fashion guru! (Just not on me 8)) YOU GOT THE HIGHEST IN IH! SMARTY-WARTY! (Arrgh, all the smart people make me look stupid. Haha) And your induction dance was SIZZLY! Haha; SIZZLY SEXY SHUWEI! You and your crazy outbursts. The milk-holding ahembraahem. Or was that Vera? And your DUSTBIN and Erica and Victoria scandalous things! YOU'RE THE ONLY ONE WHO CAN PASS OFF A SIXTEEN ANY DAY LA. Thanks for teaching Shuliet and me the induction dance. (even if I can't remember the steps or do it properly. Heh) YOU'RE THE ONE; MRS TAI (WAN).

(TINY?)TYRANT TRICIA!
Ex-PARTNER! I miss sitting next to you! Haha, you'd always suddenly call my name for no reason; the same way I'd burst into song, and you'd join along! (Hey, that rhymed!) AND I MISS WRITING HORRIBLE POETRY TO SHULIET AND VERA TOGETHER WITH YOU! YOU GOT THE A'S TOO, YOU IRRITATING PERSON! Why do you always try to steal zizhao from joan? And Shuliet from me? No wait, I shall now give way to Quang and Shuhui! Haha. DON'T DO ANYTHING FUNNY TO ME IN OUR ROOM IN TIANJIN OKAY! Must tell me all the gossip at night! <3 Roomie!

VERY VERTICALLY-CHALLENGED VERA!
(THAT WAS COINED BY MINGJIE! KILL HER, NOT ME!) Haha. You, smart-dancer you, whose ahemboobiesahem are better than pamela anderson's! You and mingjie are both so cute and amusing! And both of you have a rather high ahemsexdriveahem. Still waters run deep, I see. FELLOW EMO-CLUB WRITER! Your prose pieces are so sweetly-sad and beautiful! WRITE ROMANCES! And SPREAD the FICTIONPRESS LOVE! 8D

And Even Though

You're childish
You cry at the smallest things
You're petty
You're a poser
You're irresponsible
You've a short attention span
You refuse to do your work properly
You're horrendously vain
You have bad fashion sense

I love you; because
You're sweet when you try to be nice to me
You're sweet when you try to defend me
You're sweet when you try to be like me; and look up to me even for all my retarded quirks

And because you're my sister.

You've finally completed your Primary School Education.
Welcome to teenage life; where reality hits, and clones, stereotypes and backstabbing take place.
But no matter what, always believe in yourself. Don't let anyone make you think that you have to be someone else.
Be original, be sincere.

Be yourself.
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EXAMS FOR THIS YEAR ARE FINALLY OVER.

DONE.

GONE.

FINALLY.

8)

-Round and round we go

OHMAN.

I CAN'T BELIEVE IT.

MY CHEMICAL ROMANCE IS COMING TO SINGAPORE ON MY BIRTHDAY.

THIS IS SO SUPERCALIFRAGILISTICAXPEALIDOSCIOUSLY COOL!

To quote the person in our E-Radio recording: AWESOME, DUDE!

Hahahahahaha.

To think of it, the only concerts I ever went to were SSO ones.

Just in case there are any doubts; I DO enjoy classical music.

In fact, I think the experience at a Classical Music Concert will be much more comfortable and relaxed than that of at an Alternative Rock one.

And if anyone's wondering whether or not I like MCR, I'd like to refer that person to the Institute of Mental Health.

To anyone who's going; please get me a concert T-shirt?

Yes? Rach will be wonderfully grateful.
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GPA coming out tomorrow.

Bleah. Shan't whine; but it's going to be HORRIBLE.

Gah, it's my fault for not studying whole-heartedly and instead reading Fictionpress, going on facebook and writing poems during the study period.

WORK HARDER, LAZY PIECE OF SCUM.
(Assuming that I'm not kicked out yet)
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Borrowed three books from the library today! 8)
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Looking forward to getting my elastics on, and going for the Tianjin trip.

-Thanks for the happiness

Breathing Life Into A Statue

http://www.fictionpress.com/s/1743054/1/

Reading this has made me realised what a horrible person I've been.

Amid the romance plot of this ficlet, I realised that I'm actually quite as bitchy as the original Adrienne, albeit not as rich or spoilt.

Anyway, I should probably stop whining on my blog.

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Goals:

1) PULL UP MY GRADE-POINT AVERAGE.

2) Get A's for biology, chemistry and physics.

3) Maintain or improve on my maths. (Both modules)

4) Improve on my Chinese and Mandrin. (C+ or B if possible)

5) Be a nicer sister, friend and classmate.

6) Pass my ABRSM theory examinations. For this as well as next year. (Merit would be nice. Distinction would be perfect 8D)

7) Pass my ABRSM grade 8 piano examination in 2009. (Ditto)

8) Improve on my stamina and ball-skills. (Please let us be able to form a B-division team next year; I want to play!)

9) Start a band. (I MEAN IT. DRUMMER PLEASE!!!)

10) Stop stuffing myself with junk food and eating whenever I'm bored.

11) Revise Chemistry over the holidays

12) Revise Physics over the holidays

13) Practise M.I. over the holidays

14) Finish reading 'The Crucible' over the holidays

15) Lose 2kg over the holidays (dare I hope?)

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[16) Learn to dance! Dancing is so graceful and expressive! (!!!) And passionate and flowy and artistic! Haha.]

But of course, this comes after, and IF AND ONLY IF, I pass my grade 8 piano practical and theory examinations.

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Keeping the Dream Alive

Bippity-Boppity-Boo

Today was boring.

Aside from getting high with Joan, Mingjie (she was stoning, though) and Shuliet. And watching Miss Swan on youtube and listening to Joan's Bimbotic voice-part on the E-radio thing.

Oh, and Zachy-poo.

Hahahahaha.
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Grades turned out higher than I expected myself to get.

Mostly B's. One C. One A.

If I get a 3.0 GPA pr anything higher, I'll be happy.

But I still am pissed and frustrated at myself.

ARRGH.

I'm such an airhead.

Stupid, stupid, stupid.

Must get into a studying mood for the whole of next year.

No facebook, no fictionpress, and no runescape.

Retarded
Asanine
Careless
Hypocritical
Errant
Loser

That's what I call an Acrostic Poem.