in the midnight hour. + a sad moment in history.

we're leaving for london at 12.00 am tonight. tomorrow morn. however you want to call it. anyway, should be laods of fun i think(:

hope to heaven there is no HIKING though. i swear if there is, i will eat my finger.

actually no ew, thats a tad macabre. i would never bite any body part off. that sounds wrong. or is it just me? have i put a dirty thought into your mind? yes, i do revel in pollution of naivety. anyway. i have to write a very sad goodbye indeed in this post. ): you'll see who its to. soon enough. meaning in the next few seconds. unless you have an eye spasm. okay lets move on.

@MY DEAR JOEYMOEY
joey. you have been a fxcking HUGE influence in my life. (i don't usually swear, but i am so fervent i fear i might not be able to convey the message through regular 'Queen's English') i will miss you so damn much you don't even know. all your porks. your quacks. your shame, scorns, and mockery. your vivid descriptions of bigwigs and the way you laugh. you have injected EVERYONE'S vocabulary whether you know it or not. i only got like, 2 sentences on your blog, but what the hell, i'm giving you a whole freaking paragraph :D. i hope you have the best of luck in taipei. use your long shutter speed thingy and make flickr proud and REQUESTFUL(is that a word?). we-i-they-us love you. so so so much. this is your proper farewell. deal with it. :) i will try to cry for you later. i'm too lazy at the moment.

funtime

today was the party. of my thirteenth. except that it wasn't really my birthday. it was early by like, a month and 2 days and 2 hours.

it was fun. adventure zone was feeking fawesome! (: i epic-failed on the flying swing thingymabob. i was dragging it back to the starting point and i tripped and fell in front of like, 10 little 4 year olds. uncool to the max.

whatever nice presents!

ell=bodyshop grapefruit set
frank=cute tee
josie=cardie and dress
claron=book on pop art
izzy=address book, notepad, letter set
joey=demi lovato
lorraine=earrings
agnes=jewellery stand, ice-moulder(xoxo), pen attacher
emma=9 paint markers
alisha=sims 3(FTW)

thanks guys for everthing today.

downcast eyes.

today we got our reports. mine was not good. 5 in HISTORY? are you kidding me?! i got full marks for the assessment. stupid teacher. what does she know. and, today was teh first time EVER i cried becasue of a grade. ever. i guess up until now i really didn't care. but today something inside me went *ping* and i resolved to own everyone next year. if its possible. beacuse those 5s looked mighty ugly on the report. yes, plural.

we had the seperation examination today. it was easier than expected. because i studied^^.

anyway, i have discovered a fabutastic website. just ONEWORD.

going down?

my chinese teacher has no faith in me! the shame! she was like,

"you're one of the students i'm most worried for."

and i was rather shocked. i mean i know i haven't been paying that much attention but am i really that bad? ):

well i did kind of bring this upon myself. i shouldn't have not listened for like, the whole term. i really am quite worried for this monday. do you know whats on this monday? THE SEPERATION EXAM. FOR THE STREAMING OF THE CHINESE CLASSES.

hopefully though, my 'measures' would work. i wrote in my chinese teacher's yearbook saying "wo ai ni <3" :D my tactics. i'm so sneaky! maybe she knows i have an ulterior motive. then i would be so screwed.

oh well. i drew myself a timetable for studying. rather awesome.

Timetable for Clairey's Desperate Last-Minute Grade-Puller-Upper.
	Saturday	Sunday
8.45 am	WAKE UP	WAKE UP
	brush teeth	brush teeth
	comb hair	comb hair
	change clothes	change clothes
	eat breakfast	eat breakfast
9.30 am	Read through Notes on Comp	Church
		~
10.15 am	Get definitions of Vocabulary	~
		~
10.45 am	Practice forming sentences	~
	show daddy (dundundunn)	~
	receive feedback	~
		~
11.00 am	Go over technicals (structure etc.)	Church Ends
		go for lunch and mingle
12.00/30 pm	LUNCH
2.00 pm	Write a mock-up "notice"	Start reading the Text-Based Questions
	follow the format	memorize
		write out
		pinpoint tricky words
		make sure I understand it
3.00 pm	Do 1 Comprehension in Practice Book	Go over common errors
	mark it	practice corrections

see? that is what PAINSTAKING EFFORT is.

weighed down.

so today we had a lot of things going on. a semester exam for math. essay. about SALADIN. and my research was kinda fail. i mean i just took excerpts from useful pages. and put them on the page. i mean i put quotey marks. does that count as plagiarism? idk. and apparently i'm only allowed 1 page typed notes maximum. uh! pssht! roar.

anyway no more assignments for the rest of the week. i think?

hope so.

anyway. i have to go sweep the deck.

2 hours before.

it is now 2 hours before my ballet exam. feelings have been previously reviewed in an earlier post. i am continously watching the exam review video over and over and over. guess i'm trying to etch the steps in my head. even after the exam i have so much going on. IN CLASS ESSAY ON

Was Saladin a greater leader than Richard I?

then we have a math semestral exam. on every single thing we've learnt in the past year including crap like straightline graphs and ratios etc.

decided upon. + pre-daunce jitters.

i have decided that blogspot is my housing for daily rantings. whereas me and my MUSINGS are still someplace far far far far far away(lj).

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anyway, tomorrow is my ballet exam and i'm quite nervous. me and emily are fine i think. but the other two? they are going to screw up! then that will continue on to affect me. and i shall dance verly badly. especially free-movement dancing with scarves. SCARVES. i might drop it. slip on it. hit the examiner. shoe comes off. hits the window. people die. the possibilities are ENDLESS i tell you.

but i found out that scruffy ribbons don't count for anything! (silent whooping)

thats good because i am for some reason, seriously spazzy at tying ribbons. the ends are like fraying and stuff. good that it doesn't count. really.

and i'm really NOT looking forward to gelling my hair. it's gonna get sticky and hard and goopy. gross. like someone slimed me. disgusting to the almost max.

okay. i think i should stop talking about nerves. might influence my nerves even more. so. yeah.

proof?

ha. i have proved my family wrong. i wrote an essay about ANNE FRANK that boring book. six hundred and fifty three words! that's 653 in numbers bitch! and the best part is, that i got a 9 10 9 on it.

MYP content: 9
Organisation: 10 (hollaaahH!)
Style and Language: 9

oh skills.

hang up! that isn't the best bit. the BEST bit is, that i didn't even read the damn book! :O wowzers. didn't expect that did you. yeah anyway. can't wait to rub it in my dad's face. like, smushsmush, rubbing. lawl. okay.

today we had the "closing ceremony" of CIS "25th Anniversary". i'm really just randomly using "" those but "whatever".

but you know what is up with hot dogs? they are like, a sausage. on a cut in half bun. with little seeds. and optional onions. [?!?!?!?] because today there were hot dogs and burgers but everyone was opting for the hot dogs. the poor burgers were just sitting there. on the table. ):

burger volunteer work. WWBF. world wide burger foundation. what a lovely thought!

drunken sailors.

wondering about the title? its because today, mother cooked a pasta with a rather strong white wine base. fortunately, i didn't get high and tipsy. but i am feeling rather happy. not counting the previous events of this day.

i got rather pissed off at my mum for saying sometihng about my drawing then i had an 'attitude' problem so i had to sweep the leaves off the deck. roar. anyway. this post has still not determined the fate of my blogging loyalty. blogger or livejournal? the question remains.

here i am. back in my cynical glory.

okay, the title lies. i am not cynical. but whatever. guess what? this blog is like, my gabillionth. again a lie but again, whatever. so i wanted this blog to be 'the escape' where i didn't have to worry about controversy and crap. thus, i shall not advertize.

however there is still a battle between livejournal and blogger. which should i choose?