HAPPY HAPPY HAPPY GIRLS!

alexis and carrie are happy girls cuz we’re done with napfa and now feel like goddesses!
the feeling is fantabulous okay i swear – we feel like we can do anything, and conquer whatever comes our way!
carrie felt super unmotivated before the run though – cuz although she could have gotten a silver, standing broad jump killed her and made her drop to a bronze.
whatever it is, i’m glad you made an A for 2.4!
we were super pissed off with the napfa testers though.
they were terribly fucking inefficient.
this was the first time i blew up into people’s face since a long long time okay.
i mean, other times i’m just bitchy but this time i just ranted and roared so you can tell how absolutely peeved i was!

although i didn’t meet my expectations of 12 minutes, i reached the end point at 12.13 for the 2.4.
and the fucking napfa testers didn’t have a proper, productive system for recording our timings.
it was already bad enough that i wasted time during my 2nd last round asking one of the timers standing in front where i should stop (cuz there was another group of timers 100m further back), and he went “oh i’ll tell you in your last round.”
and he forgot to do so and i wasted more time slowing down waiting for him to tell me where to run to. BAH.
precious seconds okay!
but fine, that was whatever.
then i reached the group of timers clustered at the end point, and they were so fucking inefficient i swear!
i went like “erh hi. the guy in front told me to come to you to take my timing.”
and they ignored me okay!
decided to be an annoying pest and ask them wtf was going on and they said “erh wait. we’re busy.” AND PROCEEDED TO TAKE THE TIMINGS OF PEOPLE WHO WERE BEHIND ME!
the girl who was holding on to the timer thing fucking ignored me lorh. i was super pissed off i swear.
then carrie reached (YES. I STOOD THERE TRYING TO GET THEM TO TAKE MY TIMING FOR 3 WHOLE FUCKING MINUTES) and she was pissed off too.
we bitched (standing next to them) about how “fucking inefficient they are”.

the worst thing was the girl who was holding the timer kept ignoring me even when i waved my hand in front of the face cuz i was fucking pissed with her stonewalling!
BITCHING TIME.
knn. don’t even know how to dress for the occasion.
napfa tester you wear some fucking black off shoulder top with a striped halter under it, with fucking jeans!?
eyeshadow and and entire row of earrings on your right ear.
i think she thinks she’s fucking hot but hello! reality check!
nothing but a hot-stuff-wannabe who’s so fucking inefficient despite her “enthusiasm” to be the timer, she’s merely an empty shell.
GEEZ.
i swear i was fucking pissed off – run so fucking fast for what!
not like it’ll be any use even if i was the first girl and prolly 6th person to reach the end point if it’s not recorded right.

carrie and i were so agitated we yelled at mr gerald ang, the napfa teacher in-charge, and kickboxing ex-advisor.
but thank goodness i’ve always been this sweet lil thing in front of mr ang, so he was really shocked at my outburst.
HA-HA. sometimes making a scene works wonders because then people will try to appease you and TADA problem solved.

anyway talking about runs i really have to start running with my shoes on!
running 2.4 with shoes today was a chore man!
it was good for the first round cuz it felt like i was flying, but after that was hell because my feet totally roasted in my shoes, and my legs felt like lead.
BAH. and as carrie said (when we were talking about pushing ourselves for the last round), it’s like we’re already trying our best to make our legs move, but why is it moving in slow motion!

whatever anyway! i’m glad we did napfa and did it well.
not to mention the fact that BOTH OF US LOST WEIGHT AGAIN!
woohoooooo!
WE’RE DOING GREAT BABY! *pats carrie’s head*

p.s.
i’m so sorry for this random and almost-incoherent post because the brain is seriously fried.
if you made it through this post, GOOD JOBBBBBB!

funny how fate plays out sometimes

this morning i woke up with the intention of telling my parents about the tattoo on my neck (so i can cut my hair shorter).
didn’t get a chance, because it was just too difficult to speak up!
but fate was on my side and while queuing at NTUC, mummy saw the tattoo (like, after a gazillion years)!
surprisingly she didn’t scold me and boy, was i relieved!
she just went “aiyo! why you tattoo again. always pierce your body. you like it, think it’s nice ah?”
and when i replied in the positive, she just kept quiet and was okay with it!
ZOMG. and daddy merely went “next time job interviews they see your tattoos how!”
i have such fabulous parents.

time to chop off more hair and save money for my next tattooooooo~!

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the groundbreaking thinker, apparently.

Groundbreaking Thinker (GT)

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Groundbreaking Thinkers are charming, enthusiastic persons. They really bubble over with energy and like to take centre stage. They love variety both professionally and privately. Groundbreaking Thinkers tackle changes consistently with their optimism and firm belief in their own abilities; they are always on the look-out for improvement possibilities. Their excellent communication skills are of great advantage to them here. They approach the world with curiosity and openness and master new situations with a great deal of talent for improvising and with resourcefulness. Their spare time is taken up with a large number of hobbies; most Groundbreaking Thinkers like to travel in order to gather as many different impressions as possible. This personality type is unbeatable at discovering new possibilities.

In their work, Groundbreaking Thinkers highly rate challenges and diversified tasks. They cannot stand routine and too detailed work. They love to astound others with bold ideas for an original, new project and then leave it up to the others to implement them. Hierarchies, rules and regulations arouse their opposition and they love outsmarting the system. It is vital to them that they enjoy their work; if this is the case, they quickly become pure workaholics. Their creativity best takes effect when they work independently; but they are very good at motivating others and infecting them with their optimistic nature. Conceptual or advisory activities appeal especially to Groundbreaking Thinkers. It can happen that some people feel somewhat duped by their flexible, spontaneous nature.

Their sociability and enterprise ensure that Groundbreaking Thinkers always have a large circle of friends and acquaintances in which activity plays an important role. As they are mostly in a good mood, they are popular and very welcome guests. Grumbling and peevishness are unknown to them. However, they do tend to be a little erratic and unstable when it comes to obligations and this makes them appear to be unreliable to some. Groundbreaking Thinkers are very critical and demanding when it comes to picking a partner because they look for the ideal relationship and have a very concrete picture of this ideal relationship. Mutual aims in life are very important to them. They do not like compromising and would rather remain alone. For the partner, it is often a challenge to have a long-term relationship with a Groundbreaking Thinker. Groundbreaking Thinkers need a lot of space and diversity or otherwise they become bored and feel cramped. Types who are rather more traditionalistic often have problems with the willingness of Groundbreaking Thinkers to take risks and their often crazy, spontaneous actions. However, if one can summon up sufficient flexibility and tolerance for them, one will never be bored in their presence and will always have a loyal and faithful partner.

Adjectives which describe your type

extroverted, theoretical, logical, spontaneous, rational, innovative, intellectual, open, independent, curious, enterprising, analytical, clever, enthusiastic, venturesome, inventive, energetic, sociable, optimistic, non-conformist, creative, freedom-loving, charming, able to get enthusiastic, self-confident, communicative, capricious, inconsistent, outgoing

i have a mean brother

because napfa’s on monday, i was practicing my standing broad jump at home.
i swear napfa would be a breeze if not for the stupid jump – it’s my greatest downfall.
and my brother said “jie ah. i think you better stop it. you’re causing a great earthquake here.”

thanks little brother, you’re so supportive. :c

to pohpeiks

i swear studying medicine has burnt your brain, pohpeiks.
whatever gave you the idea that i’m interested in you?
oh wait, maybe it’s just unrequited love on your part making you hopeful.

it’s my mummy who loves you to bits and pieces remember?
not me.
HAHA. so… sorry, that desire that comes across (*cough*) subtly in your post cannot be applied to me!

facades only go that far…

i was bitching (as usual) about a junior to carrie, and she said “whoa. after the camp your entire perspective of her seems to have hit rock bottom.”
and she’s right.
time and again the junior shows me how my first impression of her was so terribly wrong – and i hate being wrong.
you can see that she’s able to tell that i’m not treating her as before; you can see her trying to get back on my good side.
but yet, you see the little slips she makes.
tiny mistakes that she overlooks but which you see clearly.
and it disappoints.
it isn’t as simple as just not liking her anymore.
it’s a tinge of dislike; a huge dose of disillusionment.

getting someone to like you isn’t all about being hyper, laughing, gossiping and being enthusiastic.
it takes more effort than just slipping on that mask.
facades crack; and they crack fast.
then you’ll find yourself stripped bare, clueless and bewildered.

semi-nude faces

i was studiously brushing up on our docpro proposal, when carrie plonked her ass next to me and whipped out her lg viewty.
“lets take photos!”
and so we ended up with these.

carrie was super brain-dead after writing the documentary treatment, which explains her squinted eyes.
*pats*
poor baby.

got her to smile!
and our eyebags are terrible, looking all the more worse with our almost-bare, makeup-less faces.
docpro kills, pr kills, masina kills, school kills.
BAH.

carrie and her puppy-dog eyes!

not really sure what i was doing – venting frustration, perhaps?

anyway, today was the first time in a long long while that i ended a thursday happily, and not grumpy!
carrie said it’s prolly cuz we got too many praises from mcturk (our docpro lecturer) for me to be in a bad mood.
me thinks it’s prolly that plus no need for any avid editing to be done! i swear editing gets on my nerves like almost nothing else.

but hurray to my group for the A on docpro navy pitch!
*bounces around*

attachment!

got word of where i may be going for attachment next sem!
but unluckily, i’m one of those who have to go for an interview to confirm the position.
it isn’t that bad i guess – suntec convention as marketing & corporate communications.
the down side is that it’s so far away from school, and in town summore! it’s so gonna be a chore rushing back, being stuck in the human jam in trains, for training.
hopefully, though, peggy’s interview at tv12 will be a success so if i get suntec, we can cab back to school together!
i’m rather excited, yet apprehensive about the internship – what if i make huge screw-ups!?
and according to mr tay (the lecturer who’s in charge of assigning us to our respective companies)… i have “big shoes to fill”.
*dies*

oh well, off to brush up on my resume!
i don’t know why but i’ve been super tired recently!
can’t wait for this weekend to get a good night’s sleep.

tagged (again) by carrie. BOO.

of the tonnes of thousands of people carrie knows, she had to tag me for this 20 random facts blog entry thing.
i’m such an uninteresting person and having to think up 20 (reasonably substantial) random facts about myself is like OMG.

1. i love chocolate, especially ones with milk and/or nuts.

2. i am a cheena (fiona says “by mcm standards”) mass comm-er because i don’t bother to enunciate my words properly and/or speak with the english slang.

3. i used to have a really bad temper – the kind who will get pissed off at the tiniest thing and throw chairs around while spewing vulgarities. but i’m glad to say i’m better at controlling it now.

4. i used to be a huge, round lard ball standing at 65kg. but after coming to poly the weight-loss plan finally started working and i’m not a not-so-huge round lard ball.

5. i am actually kinda shy and apprehensive about meeting new people. but it’s weird how people think i’m super outgoing and all that.

6. i have a love-hate relationship with guys. they are really great as friends, and sometimes i whine about how boring life is without a boyfriend, but when the very few guys actually tell/hint that they like me, i get super turned off because… i don’t know why. :X

7. i love kickboxing. really. although i suck at it and am scared of fighting. but the adrenaline rush that more often than not takes over fear when you start fighting is WOOHOO.

8. i may look like i have a devil-may-care attitude, but when it comes to projects or work or anything serious, i’ll make sure things get done properly even if it kills me. some people don’t understand and say that my expectations on others are too high, but i don’t think so. because i think i’m a normal and not particularly talented/gifted person so if i can do it, why can’t you? in my humble opinion, it’s all about how determined you are and/or how much you think you can get away with.

9. i hate myself when i cry because to me, crying means i’m weak. for my entire secondary school life i’ve almost never cried, which was fabulous. i think it’s because i got so used to holding the tears in it was difficult to release them. although things are different now and An once told me it’s alright to cry, i still detest it when my control fails.

10. i really really dislike being around lotsa people. no kidding. that’s why i hate going to orchard road and other places with crowds because the people seem to sap all my energy.

11. sometimes i feel like i’m born in the wrong body – like, i’m actually meant to be a guy but the fairies assembled my body parts wrongly and i became a girl. it kinda sucks when girls label me a “flirt” (a common occurrence since primary school) just because i behave like one of the guys and get along better with them. these girls should so totally get a life.

12. irresponsible people who don’t take pride in their work tick me off to no end. they are one of the biggest things that irk me.

13. i can actually put together a reasonably decent meal because i used to find cooking very fun when i was younger and had time to cook and treat my family as guinea pigs. but nobody ever believes that i can cook anything apart from instant noodles.

14. i chop off my hair whenever i’m feeling down. it’s one of the outlets to release my emotions.

15. i’ve never had long hair in my entire 19 years of life. the longest my hair has ever grown to is, well, shoulder-length? think it’s because of random fact no. 14.

16. seeing my brother wanking off yesterday was really, seriously traumatising. no kidding. i mean, it’s one thing to talk about sexual stuff with your guy friends and another to actually see your sibling doing it! and it’s made all the more worse when, in your mind, he’s still your little brother.

17. i cannot sleep without my blanket something covering my legs because it feels really unsafe. like sometime in the night some monster will come and grab my legs to do something to them.

18. i really really love food. my parents used to say that whenever i see food, my eyes will light up. and this is one of the reasons why my diet plans always fail.

19. the tone of voice i speak with always gets me misunderstood – people think i’m being sarcastic when i’m not, or bitchy when i’m not, or agitated when i am in fact really quite calm.

20. i am really scared of ghosts. no kidding. they terrify me more than robbers or rapists or murderers do cuz they aren’t solid and it’s impossible to fight back! i sincerely dislike watching horror movies because the repercussions can last up to months for me. e.g. ju-on last time – it took me 2 weeks before i got over stuffing towels and cloths and blankets underneath the bed and door so the things won’t get in. :X

i won’t tag anyone. just do this is you wanna, because i know it’s seriously time-consuming racking your brains trying to think up random facts about yourself people may be interested in!