game.set.match.

2011-02-24T01:33:00.000-08:00

I just had the idea that about five years down the road, I might like to remember what it was like when I had to leave my home for a long period for the first time ever.

I never ever ever expected to go overseas for uni. EVER. Perhaps when I was young and worshipped the West (embarassing as that sounds) I dreamed of going to either the UK or the US to study. When I got into RGS after primary school, I felt like a smart person. Because everyone whom I told my school too had the same reaction - OMG YOU MUST BE VERY SMART. Ok I probably have above average intelligence at best but in RGS and RJC I really was mediocre. That's besides the point. I began to think that I had to keep going to such elite institutions for the rest of my life because I was getting used to the 'WOW' reaction. So I wanted to go to Cambridge, or Oxford, or Harvard. Mind, that was when I was about thirteen or fourteen. As I grew older I realized that I would never be able to get into such institutions and my expectations grew more realistic. I knew how attached I was to my home and Singapore (not because it's Singapore, but because it's where I grew up in - I'd be just as attached to it had it been any other country). So I told myself that I would never go overseas. I planned to go to NUS and study medicine. That was something which never changed. I always wanted to be a doctor, save that period of time when I was really young and wanted to be a princess or the President. So that's what I told everyone who asked me what I wanted to do for uni. NUS medicine. Why didn't I want to leave the country and go overseas? people asked. Because I could never survive on my own, I said.

Little did I know that while I dearly wanted NUS med, NUS med might not necessarily want me. I began to suspect that somewhere around J2. Perhaps I would not be able to get in. I knew that I needed my As for A levels, plus...what? I wasn't even sure. Internships at clinics and hospitals? Yeah that sounded correct. And I assumed that was it. If I had known earlier maybe I'd have taken on some community service projects or went on one of those overseas service learning trips. One word on those. How the hell do they expect to spot the truly kind and caring people who really want to help people by selecting those who go on overseas trips?? Does that really say a lot about a person's character? I won't make generalizations - no doubt there are people who go on those trips truly intending to help others. Most of the time though? I know people who have gone on those trips. Their reasons - because a cute guy is going too, because it'll be great fun with friends, because it'll look good on their resumes. And believe me, I know of some - if not nasty - pretty unpleasant people who have been super enthusiastic about those trips. They're not mean people, but they certainly aren't those full of moral fibre or whatever traits the interview panel looks for. Take a look at how they treat some of their classmates. They simply think it glamorous to say that they have gone overseas to help the poor. I don't believe it's help at all. They paint murals. They take about a thousand pictures of themselves with the kids. Murals - well, they're nice and all, but do they fill the starving children with food? Money?

I will say no more about this because this is not supposed to be a rant about NUS med and the people who got in.

Anyway, NUS med sent me into a super depression. I realized that I had to leave my home if I still wanted to be a doctor. This sounds like nothing to some (for instance, those who have gone on aforesaid overseas trips and who most ironically are IN NUS MED SO THEY DON'T NEED TO LEAVE THEIR HOMES WHEN THEY ARE THE ONES WHO COULD ACTUALLY SURVIVE DOING THAT). But it means a lot to me. Shut up about all the "great experiences" I will have, the "independence" I will gain, the "meeting people from all over the world". I don't want all that. I want to have my great experiences with my friends and family in Singapore, to be able to visit my cousins whenever I want, to go to school and go home at the end of the day to my warm bedroom and my mother's fantastic cooking. I want to sit on the couch after school and watch TV with my dad and listen to my mum nagging me to study. I want to gain my independence the slow way. I don't want to meet people from all over the world. I want to stay with Singaporeans for the rest of my life.

I cried over having to leave and at times when I lie in bed at night I just started thinking about how it'd be like all alone in a foregin land and a strange room with everyone I love back home in Singapore without me. When I saw the pictures of the halls I cried because they looked like prison cells. I may be a bit spoilt, yes, but those rooms were so tiny that they gave me a claustrophobic feeling. Why did I have to be condemned to this? I hated NUS with all my heart.

I refused to pack. I was in denial. I didn't believe that I was going, because I didn't want to. I imagined that I was going to go on staying in Singapore. Sometimes I even thought - should I really be a doctor after all? My mum did everything. She pulled out all the luggage bags in the house, made lists and packed in everything she could think of. She forced me to do the same. Otherwise I might well have curled up on my bed right to the day of my departure and cried and wasted away. I was that depressed. No words can describe the extent to which I love my home and my room. I DID NOT WANT TO LEAVE.

Two weeks before leaving I went into full-on depression. I would look around my room and think about how much I would miss everything. I went to the clinic where I grew up in and wondered when I would see it again. Every time I went somewhere, I would think, "This is the last time I'll be here before I leave." Every time I met someone - my friends or my cousins, I would think, "This is the last time I'll see them before I leave." At all my farewell gatherings, I would leave reluctantly and look back at my friends. I met up with Yiyin and Shurou at a Japanese restaurant in Ion and when I left, going up the escalator with them at the bottom, I just kept looking at them and thinking about how much I'd miss them. I met up with Zhihua at Vivocity and when I got into my car with her waving goodbye outisde I just felt so sad. On the day before my departure, Szelin called up from UK and I had spoken barely two sentences to her before bursting into tears. I passed the phone to my mum, then sat at the window crying my heart out. Behind me, I heard my mum's voice breaking as she talked to Szelin, then she started crying too. I knew she would miss me a lot because I had never left her side before, and at that moment, hearing my mum cry, I just hated NUS med so much that I think I cursed the entire faculty, the people in it, and the people who decided who could get in and who couldn't. How could anyone be capable of such cruelty? Three times I applied/appealed, and three times they turned me down flat. Did they really think me so incapable of becoming a doctor? Were they really so certain that I could never be a good doctor that they had to turn me away again and again, banish me overseas away from my family?

That night I met up with my other cousins Eiffel and Aigner and I was close to tears many times during the evening. We swam together in the pool and I thought about how they could still come and swim with my family, go on with life like normal, while I couldn't because I would be FREAKING OVERSEAS. When I hugged them goodbye, tears were already in my eyes. The next day, when I had to leave, I was reluctant to take all phone calls. I cried all day, and whenever I heard anyone's voice saying goodbye to me or an sms wishing me luck, I would start crying all over again. Side note: Thanks to NUS, I spent Valentine's Day doing last minute packing and crying my eyes out. I mean, Valentine's Day had never been particularly enjoyable for me, but this one took the cake. It was a day of love but all I felt was lost love. Love for my family, love for my friends, love for my cousins, love for him. People I would be separated from in a matter of hours.

With everything packed, doors locked, windows shut and my luggage standing at the gate, I sat on my bed, hugged my pillow and yes, cried. I cried harder than I ever did before. I REALLY did not want to go. I wanted to stay on this bed and in this room for the rest of my life and I didn't care if I died there. My dad came in and comforted me, telling me I'd see my room again soon, but it didn't help. I just could not stop. I felt like my heart was being ripped from me and that it would stay here in my room while I left.

Eventually I did manage to calm down, and with a last look at everything, I turned the light off and left my home. In the taxi, I tried my best not to cry but when my cousin smsed me, I felt like starting again. She said this - 'When are u flying? Cant bear. U at the airport nw? Can u dun go?' Now any farewell message of any form would already get me sad, but the last line, "Can you don't go?", really hit me. That was the very question I had been asking myself all these past months. Can I not go? I asked myself that, and I asked NUS that. I begged NUS, in my mind, to accept me. Can you please accept me, can you please let me stay in Singapore, can I please not go? And each time, the answer was no.

I told her I didn't want to go. I really did not. But I had to. Because that was the only way I could become a doctor.

It was perhaps a good thing that no one was there to send me off because I suspect I would have simply burst into tears in front of everyone. My mum bought me a thin silver ring as a farewell/Valentine's Day present at the airport's jewellery shop. I'm wearing it now as I type this. Then I was on the plane, and it was taking off, taking me away from the place I was born in, the place which had spurned me when I wanted to pursue my dream, the place which did not want me, the place which felt I was not fit to become a doctor, the place which I was going to miss so damn much. Unrequitted love, anyone? And on Valentine's Day too. It was strangely fitting.

This post is getting far too long and too emotionally exhausting to type so I'll leave it here for now. Stay tuned for the second installment which I hope will be slightly more cheerful.

2010-04-21T05:20:00.000-07:00

I spent the whole of yesterday re-living primary school. I read all the encyclopedias my mum bought me when I was young, "Dr Pat Benson's Power Science Guide" (which was my PSLE bible - I mugged it so hard for science!) and even dug out Appreciating Poetry from Sec 1 Lit. No, I'm not mad. I was just mugging for the ISAT. And based on the sample questions I found on the net, the topics tested were all like primary school science! That's not to say it's easy. They asked stuff about simple machines (the names of which I've almost completely forgotten), the solar system (one question which got on my nerves: Which of the following is a new moon? You can guess what THAT reminded me of XD), and the types of rocks (Sec 1 geog = completely forgotten too!).

Anyway, I never realized how cute I was in primary school. I found all sorts of interesting stuff scribbled on my primary school textbook while reading it. For instance, on one page showing food chains, I made up my own extension to one food chain.

Original food chain:

Rotting leaf < Earthworm < Centipede

My creative extension:

Rotting leaf < Earthworm < Centipede < Bird < Cat < Fox < Wolf < Tiger < Lion < People < Cannibal (LOL!) < Shark < Whale < Dinosaur < T-Rex

Ignoring for a while the fact that whales don't eat sharks, lions don't eat tigers, people don't eat lions (civilized people, anyway) and T-Rexes are a kind of dinosaur, I wonder how I got A+ for PSLE science with such a warped idea of food chains. XD

Then there was this message I wrote on one page, presumably when I was in a temper:

"IALIAVML. IHMFAM. TAOGAHSWEO, OAE, FTM. IWICJDDAD. IWBHIHAAG, RTWMSPHSADL --- Written when I was angry!!"

Yes, the "written when I was angry!!" is part of the message. OMG SO CUTE. :) 12-year-old Yinfei was so mad at something that she vented her frustrations on her science textbook. I wrote in code, by the way. The alphabets were the first letter of each word of the real message. For instance, for "IHMFAM", it was supposed to read "I hate my father and mother." Oops! >< That's the only sentence I can decipher. I can't even remember what the rest was supposed to mean. No wonder I wrote in code - so no one could understand. Anyone who can break it, please tell me. XD I'm very curious to know what I wrote!

Ok I'm going off to watch ATP World Tour now. XD

2010-04-18T22:35:00.000-07:00

Dare I try to revive this? After changing my profile to a much less childish one (honestly, I blush upon reading what I wrote just a couple of years ago), I'm tempted to continue this blog now that I'm free of exams (for now at least!). But blogs aren't as big as they were a few years ago. :( It's all facebook and twitter now. And I wonder if anyone still reads this. XD Still. Even if I'm talking to the air I think I'd like to continue writing here at last.

TMC! :D

2008-10-19T00:48:00.000-07:00

I'MGOINGTOTHEMASTERSCUPI'MGOINGTOTHEMASTERSCUPI'MGOINGTOTHEMASTERSCUP!

And because of that, I couldn't care less if I wouldn't be able to go for any other holiday this year. Yes, I don't mind even if this means sacrificing my annual Japan trip. Shurou finds it strange that I should only be going to Shanghai for four days, cos apparently I seem like the type who would spend weeks at some exotic place. But omg, to me nothing beats this. For the first time I don't feel envious when I hear about other people's holiday plans cos in my perhaps rather insane mind, Shanghai's the best place to be in this november. And yes, it's because Rafa's going to be there. XD

So right now, checking the TMC website everyday is a must for me. I mean, I want to know who I'll be watching, right? And for the first time since I started watching tennis, I don't follow Rafa's matches all the time. I mean, he's already confirmed for Shanghai (since July, in fact!), and because of Fed's loss to Andy M at Madrid (HAHAHAHAHA), he's also already clinched the year-end no. 1 ranking. So he's in a pretty safe position right now. That's why I have switched my worries over to the fact that I don't want to travel all the way to Shanghai just to see a, say, Blake vs Ferrer match. Currently, Rafa, Fed, Novak and Andy M have been confirmed, and that is definitely sufficient incentive for me to go. Still, I want to see some other people. Oh, and Kolya has been confirmed too, but actually I'm not too keen on watching him. A-rod was confirmed last night after he beat Gilles. :( Not that I don't want to see A-rod, but I'm afraid it might wreck Gilles's chances of qualifying. Still, I'm glad that Ferrer's safely out of the way, having lost at round two in Paris. That leaves Blake >:( and Tsonga. And Nalby.

And would anyone believe that if Rafa had to play round one against Gilles or JM I would actually wish him to lose? Gosh, that's like a first for me. I mean, Rafa's safe on his throne now, and safely confirmed for Shanghai, so he can afford to lose a little. Whereas I do want to see JM and Gilles in Shanghai, and a round one loss is definitely not going to help that to happen. Anyway Rafa's safely in the quarters against Kolya, and I know either result will do nothing to change the line-up in Shanghai, so it's back to support-Rafa time. :D Next quarter's between Fed and Blake, and this time I want Fed to win (more firsts!), cos I DO NOT WANT JAMES BLAKE TO GO TO SHANGHAI. >:(

Third quarter: A-rod vs Tsonga. A-rod has to win, cos I don't want Tsonga in Shanghai either. Final quarter, Andy vs Nalby. Similarly, Andy for the win. I wouldn't mind Nalby in Shanghai, but if it's to be at the expense of JM or Gilles...no way. By the way I'm starting to really like Gilles, his smile is soooo cute. :)

7) JM - 369
8) Gilles - 356
9) Ferrer - OUT
10) Blake - 335

Actually it's a pretty safe situation. Blake will stay put at 335 points if he loses to Fed, which I think he most probably will, cos (I hate to say this) Fed's getting good again. If the two Andys keep their heads, they can win too. Phew. It's extremely tiring to go bothering about so many matches when usually I only seriously bother about Rafa's. I usually only bother about other matches if I happen to hate someone a lot (like how I used to hate Novak so much!), or if they are strong players who might potentially meet Rafa. But hey, if I'm going for the season-ending championships (omg, that gave me such a thrill), then I don't want to bring my binoculars for nothing. ;)

random thoughts

2008-03-24T05:32:00.000-07:00

Rafa and Fed both lost at Indian Wells, with identical scorelines. 6-3 6-2. Ouch. That hurts. Like, what's the matter with them? Are they on strike or something? Rafa's loss, though more painful to me, is more justifiable than Fed's one though. After all, Rafa lost to (GRRRRRRRRRRR) the Djerk, who's no. 3 in the world, as opposed to Fed's losing to Mardy Fish, the no. 98 in the world. Still, I'd rather Rafa lose to Mardy Fish than to Djokovic, anyday, ANYTIME! Actually, I'd rather Rafa lose to anyone but Djokovic. Nothing hurts more than Rafa losing a match, but losing a match to the Djerk is an indescribable pain.

I find that the only time I ever root for Fed to win is when he plays against the Djerk. Usually I want him to lose. But at last year's USO final, I was all "FED! FED! FED!". At this year's AO semi, I gave the Djerk the voodoo doll treatment when he played against Fed, something which I usually reserve for Rafa opponents only. You really gotta feel sorry for Fed sometimes. It's terrible losing to the world no. 98 when you're the world no. 1. To others it's not so bad for the world no. 2 to lose to the world no. 3, but to me it's such a big deal! I fume, let loose a stream of insults directed at the Djerk on the only forum which I can do so without people throwing similar insults back at me: VB. GAH. What I wouldn't give for him to do something so outrageous on court that he gets a life-time ban. Oh bliss. Maybe flash? Wouldn't put that past him.

Everytime he loses, he comes up with a whole bunch of excuses, whining about sprained ankles, strained shoulders, pulled stomach muscles, the flu, and his most brilliant excuse to date: breathing difficulties. Uh...riiiiiiight. When he wins, it's a totally different story. He runs down his opponents, saying in the case of Fed or Rafa that their time is over and so on. He wants the Roger's Masters to be renamed Novak's Masters. Whenever Rafa loses, he doesn't bring up every one of his ailments. He's had injuries in his knees, shoulders, and most recently, the ankle. Yet he said after his loss to David Ferrer at last year's USO: "I don't want to use injuries as an excuse. Today he played better than me, and that's why he won." This is what I call being gracious in defeat!

Now the other players don't like the Djerk either. Fed usually praises his opponents whenever he loses. He says they're really good. EXCEPT when he loses to the Djerk. He says the Djerk is NOT the most talented young player around, it's Andy Murray, despite the fact that he had just lost to the said Murray. Like what my dad says, "It's because Djokovic really deserves it!"

Rafa and Fed fans often unite against the Djerk now. One website calls out, "Fedal fans unite!" Even the girls at VB root for Fed when he plays against the Djerk. They go "vamos rogi!" despite the fact that we only call out "vamos!" to Rafa and the other spanish armada players.

Maybe I should call for a mass voodoo doll-ing.

the rafa prayer

2008-03-22T06:04:00.000-07:00

I simply HAD to post this. It's what you could call a prayer, written by Maggy of VB, and I have to say I totally love it.

Presenting the Rafa prayer:

O Rafael, Rafael...
Mighty Mallorcan,
Most Glorious King of Clay,
Gladiator of the Grass,
Lord of the Locker Room,
Gracious Signer of Autographs and Setter of Fashion
Trends,
Drop-Shotter Extraordinaire,
Attila the Honey,
Cutie Pie of Cutie Pies,
Possessor of EPIC Biceps and VERY NICE TEETH,
We humbly salute thee and pray most passionately for
thy success, that thou might DOMINATE the World of
Tennis
Even as Thou already DOMINATE OUR HEARTS.

In the name of Obsession,

AMEN

C'mon let's all say it together! :D

IQ test! :)

2008-02-14T07:45:00.000-08:00

The Super IQ Test

My Result: Intuitive Investigator

People who are Intuitive Investigators have multiple talents and can do anything they set their mind to. They're able to detect numerical patterns easily and are able to grasp the true complexity of the world, both in its details and in a more abstract form. You've got a sharp logical mind and are adept at using words to get even a difficult point across. The combination of all these things makes them truly brilliant.

What are you?
http://web.tickle.com/rd/50651/tests/superiq/index.jsp?testname=superiqogt&resultid=d

V day!

2008-02-14T05:01:00.000-08:00

V day! :)

To celebrate it, VB (vamos brigade) called for us to say why we love Rafa, in not more than ten words, not including "I love Rafa because...".

Go see the homepage. I insist. See if you can find my sentence there. ;) And we have a very very nice banner on the homepage too. Coincidentally, it's the one I voted for, so you can see why I like our homepage so much. :) Please don't laugh at my sentence. Actually I had a much nicer one, but it was eleven words long and thus rejected. :( So I had to go with my second choice, the ten word one which is currently on the homepage. :) One of the VBers said both my one-liners were perfect, so that's good. :) Sorry, I can't stop smiling. :) :) :)

Yup and happy v day everyone! :)

P.S.: Zhihua, let's do our meaningful nods. ;)

CNY

2008-02-10T01:47:00.000-08:00

CNY is over. Sniff. :( I want the long holiday back again. :(

I regret to say that I haven't been productive at all. Other than reading a few pages of the enzymes notes, finishing the chem project and attempting a few questions of the chem tutorial, I have been sadly ignoring my work.

Last weekend, it was off to KL for two days to attend Brandon's wedding. Because my wardrobe is sadly scarce, I re-used my prom dress. At least the wedding wasn't during my exam period. I had to go to KL the week before Sec 2 EOYs to attend Justin's wedding. It's extremely ironical that I got my highest gpa ever in Sec 2. Anyway I warned my cousins that if they wanted to get married, they had better do it during some holiday. Monica and Beatrice disallowed anyone to get married for two years after Justin, cos they both had PSLE in those years.

Anyway I squealed a lot over my nephew Keith (gosh. I'm an AUNT.), although I think he's too big to be carried anymore. Awww. :( Our family needs more little kids. *evil laughter* :D

The rest of the days of CNY had me hooked on tai ti, and I forced my dad to play it with me, with much grumbling on his part.

New year's eve was also spent in Malaysia. Me, Songjie, Monica and Beatrice decided to play the organ at my grandma's house, and because the only song that we all knew how to play was POTO, that's what we played. :D We switched it from piano mode to strings and organ, so that it'd sound more real, and Beatrice took the right-hand part and I took the left-hand part, while the others sang. YAY POTO. :)))

Songjie: You know, there's one part, I can't remember what it is, but it was very sad, it happens after Christine takes Raoul to the rooftop, and he says, "why have you brought me here?"
Yinfei: Is it that part about his eyes?
Songjie: OHYESYESYES! "Yet in his eyes, all the sadness of the world." That part was sooooo sad!
Yinfei: YEAH! Then it goes "Those pleading eyes, that both threaten and adore."
Monica and Beatrice: -.-" never even heard of that part.
Songjie: You know, you're supposed to like Raoul, but the phantom's just more man that him.
Yinfei: *grins in agreement*

:D So that was my CNY.

more jokes!

2008-02-03T07:10:00.000-08:00

Ok, so I haven't blogged for a long time. Unfortunately, my life is darn boring, so unless you want to hear my wails about lecture notes and tutorials and how freaky Margaret Teng is, you'll have to settle for what I'm about to post now, which is about, well, you know what.

Another joke from the brilliant TA! :)

A MATHEMATICIAN SPEAKS

REPORTER: We are glad to have with us a Mathematician who can give us a unique perspective. Can you compare the 2007 French Open semifinalists? Federer and Davydenko, Nadal and Djokovic.
MATHEMATICIAN: It's 3 + 1!
REPORTER: 3 + 1? What do you mean?
MATHEMATICIAN: And you call yourself a reporter?
Language-wise, it's three non-French speakers and Federer.
Marital status-wise, it's three bachelors and Davydenko.
US legal drinking age-wise, it's three legals and Djokovic.
Astrology-wise, it's three Geminis and a Leo - Federer.
Hair color-wise, it's three black-haired fellows and blondish Davydenko.
Residence-wise, it's three who still live in their home country and Djokovic in Monaco.

REPORTER: Well, those things don't matter in clay-court tennis.
MATHEMATICIAN: Why didn't you get straight to the point?
REPORTER: Clay court tennis-wise?
MATHEMATICIAN: Clay court tennis-wise, it's three top-ten players who can play on clay and Nadal, the king of clay.

Ok, so it's not much of a joke, but that's how they classified it over at the VB forum, and who am I to argue with TA? Just love the ending. :)

Sorry, no post on RJ! I mean, what is there to say? Other than that I love 09S03D! :)

australian open!

2008-01-16T02:03:00.000-08:00

As some might already know, the Australian Open has arrived! X) Yayy. Unfortunately, as Australia's in pretty much the same time zone as Singapore, it means that I can't get to watch the morning and afternoon matches. Often, I only get to watch the night ones, i.e. when I'm back from school. Or repeats, which only show little snippets of the match.

Things which have made Yinfei not happy at all:
- TOMMY ROBREDO IS OUT. NOOOOOOOOO. At the hands of Mardy Fish. ANOTHER second round loss. Honestly. It amazes me how he can still keep his ranking in the top ten. Here's where I admit that I like him PURELY for his looks. XD I admit he really sucks as a player.
- Andy Murray, out. :( Stupid Tsonga. Grrr. And in the first round too!
- Carlos, out in the first round. Can't remember who he lost to, but I know it wasn't anyone great. GRRR.
- Sharapova managed to get into the third round a couple of minutes ago. >:(
- Match between Richie and Feli going on right now. WHYYYYY does the stupid draw have to make them play each other? I don't want either of them to be out just yet!

Things which have cheered Yinfei up:
- Rafa's through to the third round, just trashed Florent Serra 6-0 6-2 6-2 this morning. WELL DONE RAFA! :D
- Justine's through to the third too, 6-1 7-5 over someone whose name looks too troublesome to type out.

I am still attempting to get hold of the complete draw. Stupid AO site shows small sections at a time only.

So, VAMOS RAFA, ALLEZ JUSTINE, KEEP IT UP! XD

Ah, last thing: Go to www.i-dressup.com! It's really fun! XD

2008-01-14T05:05:00.000-08:00

Seriously fun website here! Thanks Eiffel! :)

japan :)

2008-01-01T03:43:00.000-08:00

Now I know why I've returned to that country for the fourth straight time, and why I've returned to that same state for the third straight time. It's because Japan rocks. It simply does.

Reasons why I'm going to break the promise I made in my previous post and make yet another trip next year:

1) The food is TO DIE FOR. Seriously. Anyone who's thinking of going to Japan for skiing, I highly recommend that you stay in Hirafu Village. Every single restaurant in that area has fantastic food. If it hadn't been for the fact that my favourite one has only a jap name and no english one, I'd have advertised it right here like crazy. Would you believe we ate there three times? It's thanks to that restaurant that I've learnt to appreciate tuna sashimi and stopped going for only salmon sashimi. Which means bad luck for my dad's wallet, though. XD Oh and I'd highly recommend the tempura and the miso soup there too. I ate so fast that my mum told me to slow down, and that no one was going to steal my food. XD Other restaurants include a-bu-cha and one which goes something like senko, I can't remember. Warning, though: a-bu-cha's sashimi is FROZEN. Seriously. We had to wait practically forever for it to soften.

2) SKIIIIIIIIIIIIING. :) :) :) Everyone should try skiing at least once in their lifetime. I insist. It's the funnest thing ever. It's easy to learn and you don't have to be good to have fun! Unlike golf. Grrrr. You have to be really good before you can enjoy it. If you're like me, you're gonna get high blood pressure and a very VERY strong urge to hurl your clubs into the lake.

I'm still mad that my dad didn't let me try the higher slopes. x( My mum was very enthusiastic about going high up, but my dad is such. a. coward. Eventually, the compromise was that me and my mum went up to a slightly (very slightly!) higher one, while my dad waited at the bottom. Halfway up the ski lift, though, I started thinking: SHIT. WHAT THE HECK WAS I THINKING. I looked down at the slope and started panicking, and from my point of view, it was freaking steep. Actually it wasn't, but because I'm so pathetic at this, I thought it was.

Eventually, we arrived at the top, and me and my mum started skiing down.

Mum: YINFEI YOU BETTER BE CAREFUL AH!
Yinfei: Yes, I know, calm down.
Mum: STAY TO THE EDGE!!!!
Yinfei: I AM staying to the edge!
Mum: GO SLOWLY! DON'T TRY ANYTHING FUNNY!
Yinfei: I'm not going to try anything funny, calm down!

And so on.

That is not a nice state to be in, cos I was trying my best to keep alive and not accidentally make a wrong turn into the advanced run, which is very periliously situated next to the run we were on. One complaint: PLEASE, MAKE THE BOUNDARIES CLEAR! And having your mum screaming and yelling warnings at you from behind and you having to answer just makes things worse. Then, we reached a point where there were two different routes to take. My mum and I were in disagreement over which one to take, cos one of them was steeper but led straight down, whereas the other was not as steep, but narrower and had more turns. My mum wanted the first one, and I wanted the second. I mean, that first one looked freaking steep, and I'd have turns any day.

Yinfei: I am SO not going down that one.
Mum: But it goes straight down!
Yinfei: Yeah, but it's so steep!
Mum: If you go the other one, you might turn into the advanced run! Or you might not turn in time!
Yinfei: At least it's not as steep!
Mum: It's still steep!
Yinfei: Not as steep as THAT one.

In the end, we took separate ways. Eventually we met at the same slope though.

I suddenly remembered what our jap coach said the last time we were here. He pointed to the advanced run, and said "difficult". Then he pointed to the one I just mentioned above, and said "easy". Then he pointed to the beginner's slope and said "very easy!".

Dad: So how was it?
Mum: Very treacherous.
Yinfei: "easy", my foot!

Anyway that was the only time we tried it, cos I wasn't in a hurry to do that again.

Oh, and the snowboarders are extremely annoying. It's easier to fall on a snowboard (as for why, I shall not say, it'd take much too long), so those people basically fall about ten times a day. Or even more. And the annoying thing is, they don't care, and still go at ridiculous speeds. So basically, it goes like this:
1) You hear a whooshing sound behind you and you are alarmed.
2) Someone zooms past you and you are even more alarmed.
3) The person falls right in front of you, and you either swerve away just in time, getting a huge fright, or you fall as well.

Ok, so I didn't fall because of that, but still, it's not a nice feeling! So to take revenge, I took to zooming past snowboarders, and going near them, so that they can experience the said unpleasant feeling. And because like I said, it's much easier to fall on a snowboard than on skis, most of them usually fall when I do that. XD *smirks*

My dad has the most hilarious tactic of preventing them from getting too close for comfort. He sticks out both ski poles real wide, so that when people see that from far, they move far away from him. And when they still get too near, he points the pole at them and starts shouting, so that they will be extremely alarmed and fall. *evil laughter*

I did fall though. >< Also because of a snowboarder, but not this way. I guess I was going too fast, and there was a snowboarder beginner in front, going real slowly. I was going to avoid her, but she fell sideways into my path, so I couldn't stop in time and my skis got tangled with her snowboard, and I kinda fell forward. It must have been hard, cos my cap, goggles and glasses fell off. My head was spinning. The person came round, asking "Are you ok? Are you ok?" I didn't answer her cos I was waiting for my head to stop spinning. Eventually I forced myself to start laughing and said "Yeah, yeah, everything's great." She looked like she didn't believe me, and when my parents came, they didn't either. They couldn't help me cos they couldn't move very much on skis, so they just stood there shouting. Eventually an instructor came and helped both of us up and told me to put ice on my head. I continued laughing (they must have thought I was insane) and said everything was fine. Well I guess it was, I just had a small bump on the head and a matching one on my leg. Oh, and my glasses were twisted. I was extremely alarmed and actually more worried about my glasses than anything else, even though my mum kept asking after my head. I thought we'd have to take a cab into town to repair them, but luckily my dad fixed them with pliers he borrowed at the ski shop. Phew. Thank goodness for my dad the emergency optician.

Unfortunately my mum is now yelling that it's dinner time, so I'll rant more about japan another time.

off to hokkaido!

2007-12-21T06:28:00.000-08:00

Yinfei will be off to Hokkaido tomorrow at midnight for the third straight time! Ok ok, I'll go somewhere else next year. Everyone has been giving me weird looks and demanding to know why on earth I want to go to Japan AGAIN. But how often do you get to go skiing? Once a year. :( So I might as well go. :D

After two very unpleasant experiences of flying at night, Yinfei has grown wiser and has decided not to fight fate. She obviously cannot get to sleep on a plane at night. My dad booked business class seats this time in the hope that I might be able to get to sleep easier if the seats are wider, but I know it's useless. So instead, I shall be off to bed at 11.30 tonight and up at 1 p.m. tomorrow. :D Decadent, yes, but it's to make up for the loss of sleep on the plane tomorrow night. So I shall basically be up the whole night tomorrow. The movies had better be good, otherwise I shall just die of boredom. My mum and dad will be fast asleep, so no talking. :( Just in case the movies suck (and believe me, Japan airlines movies really do suck), I'm bringing The Golden Compass along to read. XD I remember bringing The Half-Blood Prince last year, and Pride and Prejudice the year before. XD

If I could have it my way, here's what the airlines should have:
- an entire collection of tennis matches from all four Slams (every single match!) from the past ten years! (paradise! XD)
- POTO! :D :D :D
- Yamakasi!
- Pride and Prejudice

I hear people asking me why not The Pianist, King Kong or Casino Royale. Hmmm. Because I'm such a fair person, I readily admit that those are not exactly very good movies, perhaps with the exception of Casino Royale, which is fairly exciting. You know, I watch those only for the eye candy. XD But POTO, yamakasi and p&p are really movies that I never ever tire of. XD I lost count of the number of times I've watched POTO, and I watched both yamakasi and p&p at least four times each. Somehow I never tire of them. I can watch them again and again and still I like them just as much. I admit that I got bored of King Kong after watching it three times. XD I wouldn't mind watching Casino Royale one more time, but no more. But each time I hear that familiar "In sleep he sang to me...", I get that familiar tingling in my spine. XD

On a different note, I'd like to say this:

RADEK STEPANEK IS SUCH A BIG JERK.

GRRRRRRR.

Just less than four months after breaking off his engagement with Martina Hingis, he's now engaged to Nicole Vaidisova. On top of that, they've applied for this liscence which says that they must be married within 60 days (or something to that effect, I'm very muddled about this), so they'll most likely be married before the AO next month. WTH he's 29, and Nicole's only 18! It wouldn't be so bad if he didn't look like he's already 40. And how could he do this to Martina! He's practically just broken up with her, and already he's engaged to someone else. And just when she's going through this rough period with the drug scandal and all. :(

My dad said: "What's so good about this Stepanek that all the pretty girls are going to him? He must have knocked them senseless with a doorknob or something, and Martina came to her senses just in time."

Haha lolz.

Just watched ATP, and since the season's over, they're now showing what the players get up to when there're no tournaments.

- Rafa took a lesson in cricket. XD He swung the bat without looking who's behind him, and he almost hit the coach's head. AHAHAHA.
- Gonzo took a lesson in cycling. He looks HILARIOUS in that tight suit!
- David Ferrer and Nicolas Almagro visited a brewery and learnt how the people make beer. And then they drank tonnes of it later.
- Fed went for a photoshoot posing as King Arthur. He dressed up in armour and a long cape and held a sword. XD I laughed a lot.
- Igor Andreev took a cruise with his girlfriend Maria Kirilenko. I DIDN'T KNOW THAT THEY WERE TOGETHER! ZOMG!
- Paul-Henri learnt how to throw a boomerang. It didn't work out. XD He spent most of the time running into the forest to retrieve it. Ahaha.
- Richie went roaming around France trying out all the restaurants. XD

ATP, I can't thank you enough. XD

golden compass

2007-12-18T03:46:00.000-08:00

I have to say that I'm slightly disappointed with The Golden Compass. Not the book of course, I loved that. It was the movie. :(

Ok, actually the movie's quite nice too, but it'd have been so much nicer if they hadn't left out that whole chunk at the end. :(( Hello, I thought that was the most important part! When Lyra and co were sailing away in the balloon, I totally wasn't prepared for the movie to end yet. I was still waiting for the all-important ending to come, and then all of a sudden, the whole screen went black and the lights in the cinema went on. I was like, "Huh?! Ended already?!" :(

*sads*

IMDB says:

"The events which comprise the final portion of the first book had been already filmed, and brief portions can be glimpsed in the trailers. However, the scenes were removed. According to several reviews: "'There was tremendous marketing pressure for that,' Weitz said. 'Everyone really wanted an upbeat ending.'" These scenes will be the first portion of the sequel, The Subtle Knife, if/when that movie is made."

WHAT upbeat ending. That just tricks those people who haven't read the book. And for those who have, they'd already know that there's no upbeat ending anyway. Sighz.

Another disappointment is the casting of Sam Elliot as Lee Scorseby! WHYYYYYYYYYYY. (before fans of the film start abusing me, let me make it clear that I think the rest of the casting is perfect. Nicole Kidman as Mrs Coulter is perfect, she's creepy yet elegant. Daniel Craig does look the part of Lord Asriel, except that he could be taller. Dakota's perfect, I totally love her. :) Eva Green looks just like Serafina, no complaints there either.)

*wails*

*wails some more*

1) "He was a tall, lean man"
Sam Elliot is plump!

2) "with a thin black moustache"
Hello, this means he's young. Sam Elliot's all white and old!

3) "I'd like to end my days in comfort."
Not, "My days are about to end", which is what Sam Elliot looks like.

I don't care, that is NOT how Lee Scorseby looks like. Isnotisnotisnot.

*looks around for someone to agree with me*

*is greeted with silence*

Damn.

yet more random tennis stuff

2007-12-15T01:14:00.000-08:00

You know you're slightly out of your mind when you're reading the newspaper and:

- you come across an article on EU airlines relaxing its rules on bringing liquor on board, and read about a guy who's going on a business trip to france, switzerland, and england, and you think, "richie, fed and andy!"

- you come across another article on the terracotta figures in a german museum being not original, and you think, "the terracotta figures at the masters cup!"

- reading the same article, you are even more excited by the fact that the number of fake figures is eight

- reading further on in the same article, you note that it's the hamburg museum, and you think, "hamburg masters!"

So am I out of my mind? XD Just slightly, I suppose.

My mum was yelling the other day when I was watching the AO rewind: "YINFEI AH CAN YOU PLEASE STOP WASTING YOUR TIME?!? YOU SHOULD BE STUDYING!!! I BET ZHIHUA HAS READ ALL HER NEWSWEEK ALREADY! AND YOU?!? EVERYDAY TENNIS TENNIS TENNIS! WHAT IS THE POINT OF WATCHING TENNIS AH?!?"

I strongly disagree with the above statement, because
(a) I don't think it's a waste of time!
(b) It's the hols! WHAT studying?!?
Fine, I don't disagree that Zhihua has read all her newsweeks. ><
(c) I do NOT watch it everyday! Mainly because there's practically NOTHING on TV these days. (searching and reading on the net, however...that's a different story :D)
(d) There's a lot of point in watching it!

Cough.

I have been just brushing through all the SEA games articles without much interest, until yesterday when I saw the title "Danai poised for second win". Now, who can this be but Danai Udomchoke? So of course I read it. Yes. Basically about him reaching the finals of the SEA games, against some Fillipino person. Or was it? I can't remember. They called him a "hotshot". I ROFL-ed, considering he was out in the second round of Roland Garros. My dad says it just goes to show that "yi shan hai you yi shan gao". But then today's news said that he lost to that Fillipino person. And apparently he beat Juanqui at AO?!? They say he got to the third round after beating him, before losing to Djokovic. Gosh.

(hey I'm trying to post about something else! no success though. ><)

random tennis stuff

2007-12-12T04:03:00.000-08:00

For some reason, the image search on google has disappeared. On my com, at least. Great. Just great. I wanna know how Irina Davydenko looks like! Strange, she was at the Davies Cup, yet I watched through the match and didn't see her. I think the camera should show the WAGs more often. Sure, it shows Mirka, Mirka, and more Mirka every Fed match, and some of Bec Hewitt. But the rest, nil. Fine, I'm assuming the wags do come to the matches. I've only managed to catch a two-second glimpse of Xisca at, what was it, Montreal?

Ah, I've got one. It's a wedding pic of her and Kolya. Awww how sweet. She looks as pretty as Zhimin said she was. Sorry if I sound kinda loony here, but I'm bored with nothing to do and I feel like blogging.

Trudging through websites, I discovered a Roger/Maria fan video. The pairing itself makes me feel quite nauseous and rather disturbed, although I must say the video is hilarious, and it realy makes it look like they're in love. XD Still does not make me a fan of the pairing though. *shudders*

Another vid I discovered was one of a 12-year-old Rafa and a 7-year-old Djokovic. Uh, not with them together of course, it's two separate videos. Of course they both looked as cute as buttons, kids can never go wrong. Yes, even Djokovic. Rafa's face and expression look just the same as they do now! :) I was ooh-ing and ahh-ing over it. He had shorter hair that time, and kind of floppy, like Tom Felton's hair. I prefer his hair now, though. XD Djokovic was making these funny sounds while hitting, which one person commented was like "a 20-year-old Sharapova shrieking". See, they're made for each other. Pity that rumour of them getting together was false. Turns out it was just a one-night stand. "What kind of one-night stand?!" Zhimin demanded to know when I told her. XD

Davies Cup 2008 draw is out, Spain faces Peru first on outdoor clay. No sweat, vamos to the Spanish armada. :D

Article which made me sputter:

Federer, Andy Roddick and Justine Henin are hardly likely to quit a tournament with a bogus injury, but the administrators might have created a bigger problem for every player with their new rule.

However, a few months ago, the ATP announced that they had finally taken the first step towards finding an answer to the problem. They have introduced a rule, only valid for doubles matches (men and women) to start with. It's called the "doubles withdrawal rule" and it is aimed at preventing players from giving up matches using false injury reasons to leave in time to get to another tournament.

And the rule is new for doubles because players 'tanking' matches is much more common in doubles than singles. It comes into effect from the second round in any tournament, no matter at what level. So a player who announces, during a match that he or she is injured and cannot continue, has two choices:

He/she can quit the match in the middle and lose all points and prize money accumulated in the tournament up to that stage (be it first round or final), or he/she can simply "tough it out" and keep playing to the end.

That is SO NOT FAIR. What if it's real? Does this mean the poor guy/girl has to tough it out and play to the end, while bearing with the pain of the injury and all, risking further aggravation and thus be in a worse condition for the next tournament, just to claim what is rightly theirs? Hellooo, ATP, get some sense! Thank goodness it's only for doubles players. But they just might stretch it to the singles too! *cries* *wails* THIS IS NO WAY TO DEAL WITH THE SITUATION! C'mon, think about it, why would a player give up a match just to catch the next tournament? Unless he/she knows that it's no chance for them. To win, I mean. In that case, he/she would lose anyway if he/she continues, so what's the point of making them continue? (a) this does not change the results (b) yes, the tough first choice would show that the injury is genuine, but is far too tough and unfair for the players and (c) if it's fake, they'd choose the second choice, but lose anyway since they mean to do that. SO WHAT'S THE DIFFERENCE?! I personally think the ATP should be looking closer into the Tommy H poisoning case instead of coming up with rules like this.

*deep breath*

Ok, shall not get so agitated.

Am having a very amusing convo with Joy right now, who has just discovered the wonders of fangirlism (everyone should!) and is swooning and squeeing over King Fed. She's telling me about how much she'd like to marry him despite parental objection. She also says that she wouldn't mind if he had 3 or 4 other wives. XD I shall not comment about what I think of her choice, but I approve of fangirlism in general, so right on!

Dinner time. Byee.

other tennis stuffs :D

2007-12-09T03:11:00.000-08:00

Because it's that sad time of the year when the tennis season has ended, meaning no more matches and probably no more Ace or ATP to watch on tv, Yinfei has been spending her time roaming fan blogs and forums to catch up on gossip instead. XD That's where the jokes from the previous post came from btw. And because I forgot to add this the last time: jokes (c) TA, the best writer of jokes I've ever seen. Kudos. XD

Anyway, while roaming one of the forums, I came across a series of posts by fangirls discussing the best way to get to touch Tommy R's hand. XD Very amusing. The discussion was sparked off by a photo in which an unidentified girl, whom some fangirls claim is Miss Spain, is apparently holding/touching Tommy's hand. Unfortunately as I'm not a member of the forum I can't see the pic. Anyway:

"I think that this girl is Miss Spain 2000 o 2001 (I don't remember). Her name's Helen Lindez, and I DON'T BELIEVE THAT SHE'S HIS GIRLFRIEND!"
"This girl is really lucky to touch my Tommy's hand!!!"
"LOL! Easy! He's not a god, he's a tennisplayer, ok, that comes pretty damn close , but really.. if you go to a tournament and you ask Tommy for an autograph and give him your pen or something in a really clumsy way, you might be able to touch his hand too!"

Something very interesting from that last post up there: "He's not a god, he's a tennis player, ok, that comes pretty damn close" Hmmmmm. XD So according to this gal, there isn't much difference between a tennis player and a god. XD Ok, that's carrying it a bit too far, though I would indeed readily worship anyone on the tour as long as he/she is not Blake, Tsonga, or the Williams. XD

"LOL Ask him if you can take a picture with him.. That might do the trick too, if you are really desperate (which some of you are )"
"I've been on a pic with Tommy, but not cuz I'm desperate , just cuz he's a player I support and I like to have something to remember by that I met him a few times .. And don't say the word desperate when you are the *proud* owner of almost 300 autographs"

I'd like to kill that girl up there. I really would. 300 FREAKING AUTOGRAPHS! WTH!

"Yeah but you don't want to TOUCH him You just want a souvenir.. And that's what I want too And 'almost 300' should be 'over 310' I got some at Wimbledon!"

Now I REALLY want to kill her.

"Ok ok.. sure.. you are the master of autograph claiming .. and I'm so glad that I was found to be not-desperate (even though I secretly didn't really mind touching Tommy , it wasn't my first intention, no )"

Cough. Ok, who can blame them anyway? Tommy R's a real hottie too. XD Before anyone starts accusing me of calling practically every player a hottie, look to the left at my list of obsessions, and note that Tommy R's there, so yes. XD

Uh, more next time, cos my mum's screaming her head off right now.

more tennis jokes!

2007-12-06T03:44:00.000-08:00

Jokes which made me laugh my head off:

Sherlock Holmes & the Case of the Stained Jacket

FEDERER: Mr. Sherlock Holmes, you solved the mystery of my stained Wimbledon jacket?
HOLMES: You sound very incredulous, Mr. Federer. You're not the only genius in London at the moment.
FEDERER: I didn't mean to sound doubtful, Dr. Watson. It's just that it's only been twenty-four hours since I brought this crime to the attention of Scotland Yard. I didn't think that the great Sherlock Holmes would be involved.
LESTRADE: Based on my frequent professional association with Mr. Holmes, I deduced that a chemical analysis of the stain would lead us to the identity of the stainer.
FEDERER: That's fantastic deduction, Inspector Lestrade.
LESTRADE: No, Mr. Federer, it's elementary deduction.
FEDERER: I don't want a public scandal. I just want the culprit discreetly warned.
HOLMES: In my profession Mr. Federer, we know when to "cherchez la femme." In your case, "cherchez le finalist." We found evidence of Hamburg clay, Melbourne rebound ace and Flushing Meadows hardcourt.
FEDERER: Nadal, Gonzalez and Roddick? This was a conspiracy of runner-ups?
HOLMES: And unless you sleepwalk to your internationally-stocked refrigerator in your jacket in the middle of the night, the traces of Russian borscht and Swedish meatball were not accidental.
FEDERER: Davydenko and Bjorkman, the semifinalists I beat were also involved?
HOLMES: And Scottish haggis.
FEDERER: Murray's not even playing here in Wimbledon! This is a nightmare!
HOLMES: Stop and smell the newly-cut grass, Mr. Federer. If you're not around, the draw opens up.
FEDERER: I understand but your suspects are my esteemed colleagues who have dedicated their lives to the pursuit of a gentleman's sport. I find it hard to suspect anyone of them.
HOLMES: The stain also contained a yellow dye.
FEDERER: Djokovic, the little twerp. I've never even played him in any semifinals let alone finals.
WATSON: Inspector Lestrade is stymied. And I'm baffled. It's a good thing that Mr. Holmes stepped in and said...
HOLMES: Elementary, my dear Watson. Mr. Federer, this case interested me immensely although it did not involve footprints , gunpowder residue , curious letters , tobacco ashes and cryptology like one of my favorite cases, "The Adventure of the Dancing Men" . It's not as complicated as it seems. When you have eliminated the impossible, then whatever remains, however improbable, must be the truth. It's really very simple, isn't it, Inspector Lestrade?
LESTRADE: Mr. Holmes asked us to test for one substance that definitively clued us to the stainer.
HOLMES: The stainer who has access to your jacket more than anyone else besides yourself, who has seen all your matches, who has a souvenir of the big courts you dominated.
FEDERER: Oh no! You don't mean.
HOLMES: The stainer who is trying to *fire* you up here in Wimbledon by cooking up a conspiracy without framing anyone in particular.
FEDERER: So you found...
HOLMES: CHEWING GUM. IT'S MIRKA. It's cherchez la femme after all.

HAHAHA LOLZ! :D

And one about Rafa and Richie:

GASQUET: Thanks for giving me tips on my fitness Rafa.
NADAL: What are doubles partners for?
GASQUET: I love working out on this treadmill.
NADAL: Isn't it great, no? But you'd love it more if you run on it instead of just walking.

GASQUET: I'm so glad I get a chance to play doubles with you Rafa.
NADAL: Me, too.
GASQUET: I wrote this speech for you for your fourth French Open title. I know what the French crowd is like.
NADAL: That's so sweet, no? But I don't want to jinx it. When I get to the finals, I will practice a speech - winning or losing - the night before with you.
GASQUET: Of course. But enough with this losing vibe. Let me read it. [reads with a lot of emotion]
NADAL: Wow! I heard Federer's name and Borg's name and your name. What does it mean?
GASQUET: I'm so happy to win my fourth French Open title and be close to Borg's record. I'm so sorry that Roger didn't make it to the finals this year but the hometown favorite, Richard was one tough opponent.
NADAL: WTH?!
GASQUET: *grins*

There was one really hilarious but rather mean joke about Fed, and being such a nice person, I couldn't bear to post it. Perhaps when I'm in a mean, hating-Roger mood, like when I'm reminded of how he beat Rafa at Wimbly. >:D

fed match!

2007-12-03T03:58:00.000-08:00

Ok I'm thinking I should probably be posting about the Fed-Sampras match too. XD I meant to have it in the same post as the Rafa one, but unfortunately, it ran much MUCH longer than I expected, and since a post any longer than that one would probably kill off people, I decided to write about it another time. Which is now.

No need for alarm(s) on that day, cos I was already in malaysia. Instead, I happily overslept cos I was up till about 2 the previous night watching disney channel. XD Anyway, my dad went off to play golf at six in the morning, which I was having no part off. Gosh, I only wake up at that sort of inhuman hour for school or holidays. Or Rafa. Cough. Rafa's match I mean. So after waking up at eleven, I started watching tv again until my mum insisted that we go shopping. Unfortunately, our hotel's just next to Pavillion and Starhill and a whole lot of other shopping malls, so no excuse and no way out. :( In the end, we still got back early because I started whining after one hour. Yes, I hate shopping. Unless it's with a purpose, like there's something SPECIFIC which I wanna buy. I totally hate walking around aimlessly.

Which is why I've promised myself that I'm NOT going back to KL again unless:
(a) More exhibition matches (Rafa hinted he might want to come back next year :D)
(b) Visit relatives
No way am I going there for nothing. >< There's nothing to do but shop.

Oh, and the night before, Fed actually went to Starhill to have tea! I'm guessing that's the function when the nanyang team got to meet him. And remember I said Starhill was just next to our hotel. Instantly, my mum and me got all excited and wanted to go over there that night. I mean, obviously we wouldn't be able to get in, but just to see him from far would be enough. XD My dad, however, rolled his eyes and told us not to be ridiculous. Men just don't get it.

Once again, at four-thirty I was all set, and this time, so was my mum. My dad happily strolled in at four-thirty after having played eighteen holes, showered and lunched with the uncles. I started screaming "WHAT IS THE MEANING OF COMING BACK AT THIS TIME?! WE'RE GOING TO BE LATEEEEEEEEE!" Thankfully we left at five. Phew. And for some very strange reason, there was absolutely no jam at all that day, so we arrived at my uncle's house in twenty minutes.

Yinfei: (wails) THIS IS A CONSPIRACYYYYYYYYYYYY WHY IS THERE NO JAM AT ALL TODAY WHEN THERE WAS SUCH A HORRENDOUS ONE ON THE DAY OF RAFA'S MATCHHHHHH?!

Humph. Good thing is, I didn't need to get a heart attack this time, bad thing is, I fumed over the injustice of it all. And then, there wasn't any jam on the way to the stadium too! So we were REALLY early this time. I suppose I could interpret it another way. I like to think that it's cos there aren't as many people rushing to see Fed as there was for Rafa. XD My aunt came along this time, cos she hasn't yet seen Fed live, whereas she's already seen Rafa live at wimbledon. She was suanning me about it in the car, "You know, Nadal was just TWO METRES away from us! I could see him CLOSE-UP!"

Ok ok ok.

We arrived at the stadium real early, so I hastened to take pics of the four huge posters which I didn't manage to take good pics of that day due to the fact that it was already dark by the time we arrived. Then we walked around the booths outside the stadium. My uncle the tennis fanatic disappeared immediately into the one selling Wilson rackets. There were posters of Justine and Djokovic. I took pics of the Justine one, but ignored the Djokovic one. XD Fine, I'm biased. Then there were the booths selling the products that Fed endorses. I didn't know he endorsed coffee! O.o Anyway, he really looked damn shuai in the coffee ad. XD

The same excitement I had the other day was starting to build up again, as I realize that in less than an hour's time, I'm actually going to be seeing the top of the top in this fantastic sport. :D

And I forced my dad to buy me the souvenir magazine. XD They come with this lucky draw slip, and if you win, you get to meet the players in person after the match. I don't care about the lucky draw cos there're only three lucky winners out of goodness-knows-how-many, but I really wanted that magazine! They have two pages about each of the four players, interviews with Fed and Sampras, and info about other players who'd be coming for the malaysia open. I was looking at it over the person reading it in the row in front of me, and when I saw that there were profiles of Max Mirnyi, Florian Mayer, and Rainer Schuettler (I know I've spelt that wrong), I was immediately bent on buying it. My dad refused to buy it for me on the day of Rafa's match, but after begging and pleading for three straight days, he bought it for me on the day of Fed's match.

That day at Rafa's match, they were trying to sell the magazine too:

Person: Hi! Do you want to meet the players after the match?
Yinfei: Duh, of course I do, but I don't think I'd be that lucky.
Person: Hey, you'd never know!

At Fed's match:

Person: Hi! Do you want to meet the players after the match?
Dad: If Roger Federer wants to take picture with me, ask him to come and see me.
Person: (laughs in an unsure way)
Yinfei: Don't be lame, pa! (GOSH, THAT WAS SO FREAKING EMBARASSING!)
Dad: What if we don't want the lucky draw? Can give half price?
Person: No!
Aunt: Aiyah just buy lah, maybe we're lucky enough.

So we bought it eventually, much to the grumbles of my mum (until she saw the nice pics of Fed and Rafa and Richie inside :D).

At the entrance, there was the box to drop your lucky draw slip in. At first I didn't think there was any point to do that, but my uncle and aunt insisted. So I dropped it in the end. Anyway, I can tell you now that we didn't win. Yep.

Once again, we ate ice-cream, and once again, my dad insisted on being traditional and took strawberry.

This time, we were seated further away. Like, really quite far. I was quite disappointed, but glad that at least this wasn't Rafa's match. This time, though, I was wiser and made my dad video the entrance instead, so that I could see with my own eyes the players themselves, instead of stupidly peering through the cam. The usual announcements, and Fed and Sampras enter, Sampras first, obviously. My mum grabbed the binos immediately and stared for so long until I grabbed them back to take a good look myself. I discovered that Fed really does look quite shuai. :D Now I know why there're fan clubs dedicated to both Fed and Rafa. I quote, "I'm crazy. I'm totally in love with BOTH Rafa and Rog. :)" Very smart of these people, cos they wouldn't need to have heart attacks every time a grand slam final rolls around, cos as everybody knows, the last ten slams or so have been shared out between the duo. And for the past years at wimbly and roland garros, finals have always been between Fed and Rafa. Fed takes wimbly, Rafa takes roland garros. Quite a nice deal, really, and I wouldn't mind it so much if Fed didn't also take USO and AO as well. ><

Anyway.

Sampras is a really funny guy. :D When there was a point when Fed lobbed the ball over him, he gave this priceless WTH look, like, "I can't believe you did that to me!" Ahahaha. Then there was this ball of Fed's that went out, but the linesman didn't say a word. Like I said, they suck. So Sampras went over and pretended to get all mad and kept challenging and questioning the call, and kept poking at the ground with his racket. The whole stadium was laughing like crazy.

The disappointment was that I didn't think Fed really gave his best. I mean, of course I didn't expect any of them to, since it was just an exhibition match. But still. During the practice rally, he kept giving these real soft balls (I mean, soft for the world's top player!), and didn't really whack them. Or maybe it was cos I was seated further away this time. But I sincerely, unbiasedly think that Rafa played more impressively than him. At this match, that is. I'm not saying that Rafa's better than him, obviously, but he did give more to this match cos he's got a reputation to hold, since he's playing against Richie. World number eight for anyone who doesn't know. And if anyone says they didn't know that Rafa's world number two, they shall suffer my displeasure. >:) *evil laughter* But since Fed and Sampras were both top in the world (Sampras was a former top in the world for anyone who once again doesn't know), any one of them could win. So probably not as much pressure on Fed to perform. Ah, and he won by the way. 7-6 7-6. The score speaks for itself. Obviously he wasn't trying.

My dad thinks they should have asked him to play against one of those I mentioned were coming for the malaysia open, like Florian Mayer. I was all "WHAT?!" until my dad explained that since they were so lowly-ranked, Fed would have more pressure, like, "I can't lose to THIS low-ranked loser!". And the other guy would be thinking, "What the heck, I'll probably lose, so I might as well go all out and give my all." That's my dad's reasoning. Which might make sense, but honestly, people wouldn't exactly want to see a Fed vs Mayer right.

Halfway through, my mum felt bad that no one was exactly shouting for Fed very much, and she begged me to shout on her behalf. Strange, isn't it, that when it comes to stuff like this, she loses her voice. -.-

I didn't want to shout cos:
(a) we were seated much further, meaning that I would have to shout even louder, which I really couldn't bear to.
(b) the umpire was so freaking strict about shouting ("Please don't shout and distract the players") for this match.
(c) obviously I don't like Fed as much as I like Rafa. -.-

But because I'm so nice, I did shriek and scream and clap (quite against my conscience, but nevermind). No shouting "I love you Roger!" though. Perhaps if we were nearer, I would have shouted "Go Roger!" or something.

Ok that's it. I'm totally pooped from typing so much.

news flashes

2007-11-26T17:28:00.000-08:00

1) Shrieky aka super bim aka maria sharapova's coming to Singapore. Ok, old news, I know, but still. Why couldn't spore have used all that money to invite SOMEONE ELSE, huh?! And c'mon, $150 are like the cheapest tickets? That's crazy. The cheapest tickets for both Fed and Rafa's matches were 83 ringgit. I refuse to believe one actually has to pay more to see Shrieky than Fed and Rafa. Then again, maybe it's just that the spore indoor stadium's just plain small. In comparison to stadium malawati, I mean. Ok, even if they don't want to invite the guys, at least invite Justine instead! I mean, she's the no. 1! I bet they couldn't afford her appearance fee.

2) very VERY disturbing headline spotted on the net: Andy Roddick and James Blake eat and sleep together.
*tries not to imagine the very disturbing image*
James Blake, of all people! *coughs* Erm, I think Safin would be a more suitable gay partner, Zhimin don't kill me!

3) The terracotta statues look NOTHING like the real people. Ok, more old news here, but I only really got a good look at those statues yesterday. On ATP. The statues of Rafa, Gonzo and Ferrer look exactly the same. -.- I mean, I know they all have pretty much the same type of hair, but still! And the Djokovic statue has much too short hair. And there's no resemblance in the face at all. Zhimin thinks he looks like a chicken. XD As for Kolya's statue, well, it's instantly recognizable, but that's only cos of the, uh, lack of hair. Fine, shall not be mean. Kolya's going through a rough time as it is.

4) rumour has it that Rafa was actually supposed to play Baghdatis in the exhibition match. THANK GOODNESS they changed it to Richie. At least Richie's eye candy. :)

5) speaking of Richie, my dad thinks he shouldn't wear his cap on the other way round. He says it makes him look like one of those typical street urchins, or clownish, which he's not. I can imagine Richie going around in the alleyways of France, in baggy sweaters and heavy chains, with the backward cap, going "yo" while flashing the right-hand rule and left-hand rule. XD

RAFA! :)

2007-11-23T04:47:00.000-08:00

Yinfei is back, with a dreadful sore throat and a heart which is about ten times more in love with Rafa than it was before! :) *sighs dreamily*

*sighs some more*

One thing's for sure: nothing beats 3D! :D

Live, Rafa's ten times cuter, ten times hotter, ten times handsomer, and even his voice sounds ten times more captivating. Thus I am building a bigger house for him in my heart and am kicking the other residents out into tiny little huts to make space for it. :D Unlike Zhihua's heart, mine is undergoing some major renovation here. XD

So, on the morning of the 20th, I woke up at 7.15 despite setting the alarm (or rather, alarms) at 7.45. So, um, turns out there's no need for the alarms, huh. I happily forgot about them while I washed up and stuff (stuff being yelling at my parents to get up), until they all started blaring at the same time. I switched off my phone alarm after taking note that I'd set it to say "C'mon, it's Rafa day!". Then I had to sit around getting increasingly agitated and impatient at my parents' apparent lack of interest in getting an early move on, as they slowly moved around doing last minute packing. My mum checked if the windows were closed about ten times! Sheesh. I swear, they're doing it on purpose.

Anyway we finally left at nine (NINE!), and met up with my uncle and family before moving on to KL. Suprisingly, thanks to no jam, we arrived by one, and went for lunch and stuff and whatever. We checked into the hotel at four, and my uncle (another one, who lives in KL) warned us to leave by five for his house, where we would then drive together to the stadium.

Dad: Don't worry, this type of thing you won't have to rush her one! (her being me)

Indeed. By four thirty I was done and screaming to leave.

Mum: Come on lah, it's only Nadal today what.

Ahem. PRECISELY!

So we left at five (yes, my parents are slow) and were caught in a massive traffic jam in the taxi. Here, Yinfei has numerous heart attacks. We eventually arrived at my uncle's house at five forty-five, which is actually a pretty long time, because from past experience, no jam needs only fifteen minutes to get there. I was all set to leave instantly, but my uncle and parents had different ideas and insisted on some dinner first. I might clarify here that the match starts at eight, and because I'd heard that in the case of massive jam, it takes two hours to get there, plus I wanted to be there half an hour early to soak in the atmosphere, we should have left fifteen minutes ago! No words can describe my state of mind at that time. I was on the verge of tears and heart attacks and suicide. Hello, this is Rafa, THE RAFAEL NADAL, LIVE! Ok, so I thought a little dinner would be fast. I refused to eat anything other than a piece of chicken, cos I didn't want to waste anymore time than they already had, and cos I seriously was in no state for food consumption. I paced the room and could not sit down, even when I was eating the aforesaid piece of chicken. I couldn't stop walking, couldn't sit, couldn't look at anything, the TV, the food, anyone at all, for more than two seconds. I couldn't talk.

Aunt: Yinfei, why are you so excited?

That was a question posed to me by practically everyone, including my four-year-old cousin.

Eventually, dinner was done, and my uncle went upstairs to change. And he took so long up there (or was it just my imagination) that I was almost inclined to think that he must have fainted up there. Finally, we were set to go (or so I thought).

Mum: Yinfei, Uncle needs to digest his food first. (uncle stretches and strolls in the garden)
Yinfei: I NEED TO BE TRANQUILIZED!

Everyone laughs at poor Yinfei who looks like she might faint any moment. Everyone fails to understand the mentality of a fangirl who might just be late for the first and maybe only time she gets to lay eyes on the guy she loves with all her heart and soul in living flesh. :(

Anyway, drama aside, food digested, we're leaving the house at six twenty. Caught in another massive jam, Yinfei contemplates suicide. Mum suggests that if Yinfei is so anxious, she might want to get down from the car and jog there herself. Yinfei thinks this might not be so bad an idea. Amazingly, AMAZINGLY, at seven twenty, the huge words STADIUM MALAWATI looms into sight of Yinfei's eyes, and a leaping feeling grows in her heart, and she almost cries in relief and pure joy, and a strange feeling grips her heart with the knowledge that she is now within a five-hundred metre radius of Rafa.

I stumble out of the car and cannot stop gawking at the huge stadium. Adults give me weird looks and tell me that we're early, VERY EARLY, and am I happy for getting them here so early? I ignore them, being in a mood so happy that mere words cannot describe it. At the stadium entrance, I gaze in awe at the four huge (and I mean HUGE!) banners bearing pics of Rafa, Fed, Gasquet and Sampras respectively. I want to whip out my camera and start taking pics, but adults say it's wiser to get in there earlier. I whip out the tickets (they were placed in my care, due to common agreement amongst the adults that I would be the last person to lose them) and present them, and we're in. We're seated in the south zone, row KK, seats 13 to 17. When the usher shows us to our seats, I scream in joy at the realization that our seats are more than good - they're excellent. 350 ringgit well spent. The nearest to the court are the corporate boxes, reserved for the sponsors of the event, and VVIPs. We're just two rows behind the corporate boxes. I am just so, SO excited. There are people walking around selling Haagen Daaz (I know I've spelt it wrong, who cares) ice-cream, and because I ate practically nothing for dinner, and because I am now in a very good mood to eat, I buy chocolate ice-cream. Then everyone else decides to buy too, and because my dad is such a traditional person, he buys strawberry (for anyone who doesn't know, it's Wimbly tradition to eat strawberry cream/ice-cream). There're huge banners of all four players hung around the stadium, and I hasten to take pics. I feel sorry for all those people high up with a lousy view, with 85 ringgit tickets.

Then the emcee comes out onto the court, and announces that we're going live in one minute, cos the match is going to be live telecasted in 58 countries. Hmm, is Singapore one of them? Probably not. Anyway, this means Rafa's coming out any moment, and I can barely sit still with the excitement. Then the emcee calls for cheers.

Emcee: Let's hear it from the Gasquet fans!
Yinfei: -keeps her mouth shut-
Emcee: And now let's hear it from the Nadal fans!
Yinfei: -screams her lungs out, louder than she ever did for the Raffles cheers-
Mum and Dad and Uncle: -stares at Yinfei like she's gone insane-
Mum: I didn't know you can scream so loud! Must be all the training from your school cheers! (to uncle) You know nowadays the young people ah, learn to scream very loudly from their schools!

Anyway, there're short performances from a boyband and a dance group, which Yinfei patiently sits through. Then, the emcee comes out again and announces, "Winner of five singles titles, ranked number eight in the world, blahblahblah, ladies and gentlemen, please welcome Richard Gasquet!" I excitedly video Richie coming out and waving to the crowd, and marvel at how much cuter he looks live. I video him walking to his seat and sitting down. And then..."And now, winner of three consecutive French Open titles, 23 career singles titles, ranked number two in the world, probably the hottest guy in the world (ok, I made that up), blahblahblah, ladies and gentlemen, please welcome Rafael Nadal!" Here's where Yinfei lost it. It was too much. Simply too much. If you were to watch the video that I took, you'd see a stable picture of Richie walking to his seat, and then, all of a sudden, the whole picture shakes like crazy and goes out of focus, before finally getting a clear picture of Rafa walking and waving to the crowd. That's because Yinfei at this point was so excited that her hands shook like crazy, and because she'd really rather look at the real thing than look through the video camera.

I practically went crazy, as I realized that I was finally looking at Rafael Nadal in the living flesh, all 185 centimetres of him, just twenty metres away from me! Then I shoved the video cam aside, and started applauding like mad, and screaming and cheering as if my life depended on it. As he sat onto his seat, I grabbed the binoculars out of my bag and stared at him through them. I was gawking when suddenly my mum grabbed them out of my hand and looks at Rafa too. When she finally gave them back to me, she said, "Aiyoh, Nadal is so handsome! On TV I thought he was ugly, but in real life he looks so handsome!" Of course I wasted no time in congratulating her on finally seeing the light, and then continued to look at him through the binos before taking about a thousand pics. Then he got interviewed by the emcee, and I was totally amazed by his voice. It sounds so much better live! :D So deep and manly and all. :D Then, the coin toss. I looked at it through the binos, and watched as he smiled and laughed as he talked to Richie. To give credit to Richie, he was really cute too. :) Then my mum grabbed the binos again to look too. Throughout the match, my mum and me continued to squabble over the binos, while my father and uncle looked on, bemused. I congratulate my mum on her fine taste, although it did come a little late.

Anyway, Richie won the coin toss, and chose to serve. The practice rally was totally amazing. On a totally non-Rafa-related note, the tennis was really something to watch. This was my first time seeing world-class tennis live, and because you're so near, you can actually see just how good it is. The speed was fantastic. I've never seen a ball travel that fast before. Malaysia's number one player had rallied with Rafa the day before, and he reported that the balls that Rafa hit were like "bullets". Richie was really good too. Then, the match started. Of course I can't exactly describe how it was like, just that it was fantastic. Although I must say it was pretty obvious that Richie wasn't really trying on those overhead smashes. Because I'm such a fair person, I know that if Richie had really tried on those smashes, Rafa would have lost that point. But I suppose since it's just an exhibition match, they both didn't take it very seriously, and Rafa was able to return Richie's smash and win the point at that. But my favourite shot of the match was this overhead smash that Rafa did. He totally jumped up in the air and smashed the ball down in such a cool way, and with so much power, that the resultant bounce was so high, and Richie had no answer to that. I screamed like crazy at that point.

The linesmen were horrendous. In ball shout out, out ball never say anything. If this was a real tournament, Rafa and Richie would have countless challenges. One spectator even shouted, "Linesmen, janggan tidoh!" which means "Linesmen, stop sleeping!". Then there was one shot which Richie hit in, but which the linesman called out. Rafa, being the fair and just person that he is, told the umpire that the ball was in. The umpire looked down at him, smiled, and said, "The ball's out." Rafa laughed and raised both his hands in mock surrender, and bowed to the umpire. The whole crowd laughed and so did I. Rafa's just so cute, isn't he? :) He did loads of funny stuff too, like bouncing the ball on his head, and kicking it playfully. There was one shot which he hit in, but which the linesman called out. That ball was so obviously in! I shouted "It was in!" real loudly, which made some people laugh, and my mum and dad looked at me in amazement and demanded to know what had caused me to act so out of character. Apparently they didn't know I had the nerve to shout out individually in front of such a big crowd.

Well, I did that throughout the match, shouting "Go Rafa!", "Vamos Rafa!", and yes, I did remember to pronounce the V correctly, Rita, "C'mon Rafa!", "Vamos!", "Rafa you rock!" and other variations. Had my parents and uncle not been there, love declarations and possibly marriage proposals would have come out too. And I swear, those weren't weak little shouts which no one could hear. I really did shout very loudly, and suprised even myself. And I waited for a time when it was all silent too, so obviously everyone could hear me. :D Of course I didn't do it the match, I didn't want to distract anyone, so I did it before points and during change-over breaks. :D I was pleased to note that there were many Rafa fans in the crowd, because of the numerous shouts that rang out, including a crazed-sounding "I LOVE YOU!" when he first walked out. There were banners which read "VAMOS RAFA!" and Spanish flags in the crowd too. In fact, there was this group of Rafa fans sitting just directly behind us. It was a rather old lady with her daughters and one son. She kept ordering them to hold up the Spanish flag and poster and letters spelling out "Rafael Nadal" up high.

Her: C'mon, hold up your letters!
Her: (to her daughter) Zoom in some more! Some more!
Daughter: Cannot! This is the most I can zoom in!
Yinfei: -smirks at her camera's superior zoom-

Unfortunately, they were all too shy and embarassed to shout. The mum said to her kids, "Ok, one two three we all shout Vamos Nadal, ok?" Then she counts one two three, and they all give a weak shout of "Vamos..." before she alone shouts "Nadal". I roll my eyes, mutter "pathetic", before shouting real loudly, "VAMOS RAFA!" The mum decides that she will not be outdone by me, and starts shouting louder. The daughters and son start shouting louder too. Good for them. My mum is now covering her ears every time I shout, and my dad is telling me to shut up or I'm going to need cough drops. My uncle is very amused. My mum later complains that the Spanish flag behind keeps brushing against her hair.

Final result: Rafa wins 3-6 6-3 6-2. Toldya he had a superb record against Richie. Anyway, when Rafa won the match, I saw a guy below jump up and turn a full 360 degrees in the air, and I shoved bag, camera and binoculars into my dad's lap and jump up in joy. And so did everyone else. I clap and scream and cheer and shriek so much that my dad tells me that it's quite enough shouting and that he's going deaf. Rafa, after taking pics with Richie and waving, makes his way back to his seat, and starts towelling himself. I video this. I'd been wondering throughout the match when he was going to take his shirt off, and he does it at that moment. After towelling himself, he starts to tug his shirt off. Screams go around the stadium as everyone realizes that Rafa's going topless soon, which I of course join in. And because like I said, I was videoing this, so anyone who watches the video can hear the loudest scream coming from me (duh, because I'm nearest the cam). And because that makes me sound like some sort of perverted sicko, I am not showing that to anybody unless it's muted first. Unfortunately, the dancers come out onto the court again, holding long sticks with some kind of crazy deco at the top, which totally covers the beautiful view. I go totally mad that I should be denied the sight of Rafa taking off his shirt, and those stupid dancers stand there and do not budge. I hear similar complaints coming from the mum and her daughters behind me. For some reason, her son is unperturbed.

Then, the interview comes, which I unfortunately can't see either, because of aforesaid dancers. But I still video it, so that his voice can be captured on my cam. The emcee requests "a few words in Spanish" from him, and he jabbers away. I don't know what it means, but I cheer anyway. Finally, he has to leave. I don't remove my eyes from him until he is totally gone from sight. Then it's over.

All over.

My parents have to practically drag me out of the stadium, where I then take pics of the banner with Rafa's pic at the entrance. I go into the car, smiling as if I'd never stop smiling. By now, my throat is totally sore from all the screaming, and my mum and dad and uncle all argue over who gets to take the furthest seat from me on Thursday when it's Fed's match. I assure them that I would not be screaming as loudly on that day. My mum and dad bemoan their unlucky fate that they had to be sitting on either side of me that night, and that they'll remember to bring ear plugs the next time we watch a Rafa match. They wonder how on earth I had so much voice in me. Later, we go for drinks, and my dad recommends a series of drinks to me which he says will help with sore throats. I am in dire need of cough drops.

Later, at the hotel, I show my cousins the pics and videos I took of Rafa, and tell them every one of his numerous virtues, with much help from my mum, who because of this exhibition match, is now a Rafa fan too. Ok, not as much, but she describes him as "a very tall and handsome boy", with "very handsome features", and "wild hair". My cousin declares him to be quite hot, although she says he's a little too muscular. The next day, I spotted a magazine with Rafa on the cover page, which I of course buy. My mum buys another copy too, which she later gives to my aunt. Inside, there's a list of "interesting facts about nadal", which I already know. I find this one very interesting and accurate, "Is the subject of mythical admiration by his legions of female fans". :D I also quote from the magazine, "Rafael Nadal is a fascinating player to watch for more reasons than just his good looks, muscular physique, and long dark hair. Strong backhand, well-angled accurate top-spin, and fast court mobility, he plays left-handed despite it not being his natural preference, and is one of the sports great counter-attackers thanks to his sheer strength and speed." In the interview, they asked him, "How do you feel about being a sex symbol to hundreds of women around the world?" He replied that he doesn't consider himself a sex symbol, but that he really appreciated the support from all of his fans. Too modest, Rafa! If you've got it, flaunt it. :)

That night, when I was going to bed, it suddenly hit me, and I fully realized for the first time that I had actually just seen Rafael Nadal live.

And I'll never forget it for the rest of my life. :)

KL!

2007-11-19T04:25:00.000-08:00

TOMORROW! ZOMG. :D :D :D

So after much anticipation and excitement and deafened eardrums of the residents in my neighbourhood, I'm heading off to KL for the exhibition match tomorrow! :D And I've got a new camera too haha. It's much bulkier than my dad's one, but because it's got a clear 10x zoom, I couldn't care less. My dad was like "This is like a ton of bricks! Can't you get something less bulky? Are you sure you want to carry something like this around the whole time?!" I was like "Why not, if it's worth it!" Dad: "Just to take a few pictures of Nadal and Federer?!" Uh, of course not! I'll be, uh, using it for other stuff too what! He suggested I buy other slimmer cameras, but they all had no extra zoom. I had to tell him that the whole purpose of buying a new cam was for the zoom, and told him that I wouldn't be needing it if he had gotten better seats anyway. :D

Apparently the match starts at 8. That's what my aunt in KL told my mum, after so long! Everytime I bugged my mum to phone her to find out, she said she didn't know. Me: Butbutbut how can she not know?! If I bought the tickets, I'd check out the time and venue immediately! Dad: You weren't THIS anxious even when it was your exams! :D Because I'm a very paranoid person, I considered waking up at six so that we could leave for KL by seven. Unfortunately, the idea was shot down by the dear parents and my uncle's family who's coming along to KL but not to the match. Somehow they all don't seem to realize what a serious business this is. Tsktsk. So we have to leave by nine tomorrow. :( This is insanity! Zhimin thought we were crazy to leave for KL only on the day of the match itself too. Sigh. To ensure that I won't oversleep, I'm setting multiple alarms for tomorrow morning. My handphone alarm + e-dictionary alarm + alarm clock + dad's handphone alarm should be sufficient to get me up tomorrow. Good.

And Dad was very reluctant to drive up to KL in his brand new car, but I staunchly refused to take the coach cos it broke down the last time we went. If it breaks down this time and makes me late, I'll get a heart attack.

Obviously I'm going to try to get an autograph, but I definitely don't have high hopes for this. So Zhimin and Zhihua (especially Zhimin!) better not kill me if I can't get them. :D Zhimin's sis will have better chances, since she's going to have tea with Fed. Zomg lucky person lah!

Ok off to pack.

KL match! :D

2007-11-15T06:30:00.000-08:00

YAY FIVE DAYS TO KL! ZOMG!

I simply can't bring myself to believe that I'll actually be seeing RAFA, Gasquet, Fed and Sampras LIVE in five days! :D :D :D

Note to self: BUY A GOOD CAMERA WHICH HAS CLEAR ZOOM!

That, along with a pair of binoculars, are the staples for this trip. :D Just now, I suddenly remembered the need for binoculars, and bounced into my dad's room to demand if he had any. (otherwise, it's a trip to the store first thing tomorrow morning) After much grumbling and assuring me that we had "very good" seats for Rafa's match and that I would have a "good view" of him, he extracted two binoculars from the cupboard. I went off to the balcony immediately to test if they were in working order, and am embarassed to say that I was peering through the wrong side of it when my dad came and tutted impatiently at my apparent lack of brain. Not my fault, Zhihua took mine! Finally, when I was peering through the correct side, I started squealing and shrieking like a mad person when I found that I could even see the people in the petrol kiosk across the road. Just to be sure, I focused the binos on the tennis court bench, just to be sure that I could see a person sitting on the bench. I estimate that that will be the distance I'll be facing that day. After much shrieking and bemused looks from my dad, who probably thought me insane, I started to happily clean the lens to ensure maximum clarity. :D

I NEED A CAMERA. Mine, or rather my dad's, has horrible zoom. It goes all blurry when zoomed in. Seeing that I definitely don't want blurry pics of Rafa or anyone else (hey I'm fair!), I'll have to get a new one. After much begging on my part, my dad has agreed, although my mum generally does not like the idea. :D But this is once in a lifetime! How often do I get to see such people live! The VIP package for Wimbledon is like 9000 (I think). But they'll get you the best seats, grant you entry to the players' dining area (not very ideal for me, I'd probably get arrested for making excessive noise and disturbing the peace. that's before I expire from over-excitement) and lots of other stuff which I can't remember.

I won't have to worry about getting overly stressed during the match (which I usually do when watching them on tv) cos Rafa has a superb record against Gasquet. He just beat him a few days ago at the Masters Cup, where he just beat Djokovic a few hours ago to get to the semis. Lovely.

FIVE DAYS!

yamakasi!

2007-11-10T03:07:00.001-08:00

Ahahaha successfully rented yamakasi! :) So, after watching it three times over the three days I had it on rent, I returned it today and was left with a feeling like there was a hole in my heart. Like there's something missing in me. Sniff. I was planning on *cough* doing some *cough* less than legal stuff with it, as Zhihua would know, but I unfortunately thought of it only in the middle of the night last night, so too late. Awww. Zhihua was very eager to help me with it though. :D

The first time, I watched it myself. The second time, I forced my dad to watch it with me. And the third time, I forced my mum to. Ahaha. My dad found it pretty amusing, but my mum seemed to like it a lot. :D I think she likes Spider. Wheee. At the part where they all save Aila's mum from her attempt to commit suicide, she went, "Waaah...they all very good leh!" Ahahaha. But at that part everyone in my options class was also ooh-ing and ahh-ing. :D I remember Ms Tan was very impressed by the rescue too. And when Spider takes out the file with all seven doctors' addresses (which he stole from the doctor's room), my mum was laughing and saying, "You mean he stole that? No wonder he's Spider." Ok, I don't get that comment either, but nevermind, as long as she likes him. :D My dad, upon seeing Spider appear for the first time, went, "That's a girl!" I was sputtering indignantly.

My cousin who came over for Maths tuition from me (like I can tutor anyone anyway) didn't think very much of the seven of them. Ok, so she didn't watch it, but she was studying the dvd cover and making so many negative comments that I was tempted to name her Insultatron No. 2. She insults people almost as well as Rita. :D But because she declared Baseball the best among them, I forgave her. She said "These two are ok (baseball and weasel), and this one is the best (baseball), but the rest are all suckers! And this one is the worst (spider)!" Reason being she thinks he looks like a girl with his hair. Grrr. Zhihua thinks he looks like snape. :D And she can't stand Tango either. "This one look like a sick man! Like two hours time going to die like that! See the big scar on his face! And why is he leaning against the wall like that! And the expression is like so sick!" I tried to explain that aforesaid scar is just a shadow, and that the pose in question was meant to be a "cool" one, like the typical cool, bored look which says "I don't care." Unfortunately, she doesn't get it. Ah well, she's only ten. Zhihua says that once she reaches puberty, the "oestrogen and progesterone" will change her mind as she learns to be more appreciative. :D

So now I'm going for the one which is sold, not just rented. Yes, I heard Rita's advice about ebay and amazon, but somehow I prefer getting it without the help of the net. :D Ahahaha. Call me irrational if you like. :D First up is Borders. So far, I've already spent 15 bucks on the two rentals. Plus, upcoming dvd. Hmmm.

Zhihua: Ah, the things fannish love makes us do!

I still haven't tired of the movie yet! In fact, I think I like it even more now. :D And I noticed that Baseball actually said and did loads of cool stuff, which I didn't notice the first time, mostly because I was taking more notice of Spider instead. There's this part when the police fire a smoke bomb into the house they're hiding, and while it's still fizzling, Baseball picks it up and pitches it out through the window all the way to where the minister's hiding behind his car. The minister shouted "They're obviously lunatics!" at this point. Ahahahaha.

Oh, and Zhihua, something which might interest you:

Excerpt from book (the SAME book):

"After several more rounds, which had them all laughing - the Master, Jack told them, was a cross-dressing lap dancer and (person) a Mafia boss on the run from his domineering mother."

"(person) was a crack shot, and was quite used to killing trespassers who came on to the Master's land."

disappointment

2007-11-05T04:09:00.000-08:00

LES FILS DU VENT IS NOWHERE AS GOOD AS YAMAKASI.

I is sad. :(

And disappointed.

It wasn't even much of a sequel. The actors are all the same, but the characters have changed. Sniff.

Ok, so I followed Ms Tan's advice that day and went to Serene Centre in search of Yamakasi. Except she didn't tell me that it was a video rental store! I WANTED TO OWN IT, NOT JUST RENT IT! Anyway, since I was there, I thought I might as well just get it first, then try and buy it elsewhere. I gave the store people the name, and just in case they didn't have it, I gave them the name of the so-called sequel, les fils du vent/the sons of the wind/the great challenge. They're all the same thing, except for some reason, they come under different titles around the world. The people (yes more than one) went in search of both dvds, and for about ten minutes, I stood there impatiently while they searched the entire french movies shelf. After that I kinda got really impatient, and decided to search for it myself. And guess what. Within about ten seconds I found The Great Challenge. I whipped it out from the shelf and told the person, "Here it is." The person looked up. "Ohhhhhhh." Sigh. I guess it was the fangirl motivation that helped me find it faster than the two people who were probably (or definitely) not as excited as me.

Anyway they couldn't find Yamakasi, although the person assured me that they have it, and would call me once they find it. Sigh. More sighs. So I rented The Great Challenge, despite what Ms Tan and other netizens said about the sequel not being as good as the first one. Which I found to be totally true. I just finished watching it, and was extremely disappointed. Looks like I've got to pay another visit to Serene Centre, and this time I'll go in search of it myself too.

Reasons why les fils du vent cannot compare to yamakasi:

1) yamakasi was light-hearted, funny, and nice to laugh at. Les fils du vent is too heavy and serious. And too much fighting!

2) yamakasi showed the seven guys combined as one, in one team. Les fils du vent keeps six of them in one team, and mercilessly amputated Baseball from the rest. Sob. Here, he's not Baseball alias Oliver Chen anymore though. He's Kien.

3) And that's another reason. I want Baseball back! Ok, Kien's a bad guy in this one, which is supposedly the type I like, but I don't like him separated from the rest. He does go over to the good side eventually, but Kien was too serious for my liking. Baseball was funny and cool, but Kien emo-s a lot (and I meant A LOT!), and is forever angry. I don't remember him smiling at all throughout the movie. Although his love for his sister was really touching. Makes me wish I had an older bro. :)

4) Spider, now named Williams, has his floppy hair eternally tied back in a ponytail! GOOOOOOOOOOOOSH NOOOOO, TAKE THAT FREAKING HAIR TIE OFF. I LIKED THE HAIR LET DOWN SO MUCH BETTER. Although there was a huge number of scenes with spider in it in this show. Lots of stuff about him communicating with his dead grandfather. I might just switch back to Spider now. :D

5) screen pairing of sitting bull, now called logan, and kien's sis, tsu. Nononono. That pairing so does not work. Couldn't they have given her to spider or something? At least they had a few nice scenes when spider and tango save her from the yakuza.

What saved the whole thing was baseball, honestly. He was a through-and-through bad guy in this film, with a tattoo on his arm. And his physique was a lot more rafa-like than from the last film. :D Somehow though, I prefer him in the previous film still. Sigh.

Back to Serene Centre for me. (that's the only good thing about having done SMP. otherwise I would never have been sent to serene centre for YSC and SSEF poster printing, and I would never have known where serene centre was. :D)

weird stuff

2007-11-02T05:39:00.000-07:00

Excerpt from book I'm reading:

"Well, you'll have to fill me in on the details. All I've got so far is that he's a cyberman called Ewan Jones. Does that make him a Welsh enemy of the Time Lords?"

She shook her head, then waited for the room to stop spinning. "He's a little older than me and has a great talent for making me laugh. He's also a fellow writer. Not published, but hopeful."

"So where did you meet him? At a Doctor Who convention?"

Ok, end of excerpt.

And yesterday, when I was in my dad's car, I saw this guy walking on the street outside, wearing a red shirt, which had something written on the back. At first I thought it was just my imagination. So I looked closer. Still the same words: drWHO. I could. Not. Believe. It. I stared and stared but the words remained the same. WTH?

Now I'm suspicious. Why am I seeing Doctor Who everywhere? Zhihua! Explain!

Anyway, now that EXAMS ARE OVER, gosh, at long last, here's what I have to do now:

1) Prepare for prom, i.e. LEARN TO WEAR FRIGGIN' CONTACTS, get dress.
Currently I'm left with these options:
- learn to wear contacts by prom time
- go to shop on prom day and make the person put them in for me
- go blind on that day, i.e. just make do without specs like zhimin
- go with specs -.- last resort, seriously.

2) Embark on an all-island search for YAMAKASI dvd! I shall turn every stone in the country until I lay my hands on that dvd. And Les Fils Du Vent, the sequel, if I can manage it. I shall save my rants about the sequel some other time.

3) Finish fanfics. XD To my great embarrassment, I've discovered that my yamakasi fic has made far FAR more progress than any other I've ever attempted (HP, LOTF) before. Whoops.

Oh and Rita and I have named various parts of the school. XD Er you know, since we're leaving it for good! Sniff. Shall emo about this next time. Rita started it by forcing me to name my table before we left. She suggested a series of ridiculous names, so I hastily named it Spider to shut her up. Then as we were walking down the stairs, I had a sudden urge to name the stairway, so I christened it Lysander. And then I said we should name the walls too, and Rita insisted on Harold. Oh well. Then we went to the canteen, and I decided to name the canteen too. So Rita called it Dave. I decided that since it was kinda short form for David, sure! XD

I might add that I was in a very good mood last night. XD I was watching TV, and when I switched to the sports channel, it was Rafa playing! He was playing Stanislas Wawrinka, and beat him 6-4 6-3. YAYYY GO RAFA! Then the match after that was dear Tommy R. vs Guillermo Canas. And Tommy won too! So I must say I'm delighted thus far with the Paris Masters. (I might add that Djokovic lost in the second round to Fabrice Santoro. Good job Fabrice!)

Ok wish me luck for my yamakasi mission. BASEBALL! XD

introducing

2007-10-20T23:56:00.000-07:00

I never thought I'd say this, but I miss options now. XD Ok fine, just deconstructing media forms. And that's not cos of the option itself. :D Ok basically, it was the last lesson on thursday, so nice ms tan decided to let us watch a movie.

YAMAKASI ZOMG SQUEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!

I have decided that all french movies are NICE. Like les choristes!

Yamakasi sounds jap, and that's what I thought when the title first appeared on the screen, and I was all confused cos she said it was a french movie. Apparently it's some other language which I can't remember. And I'm so sad that no one else has watched it. :( I guess I'm alone in this again. Awww. Sob. Only my dmf classmates I guess, and it's so sad that no one else from our class has watched it. I have half a mind to buy it from ms tan if she's willing to sell it to me. :D

Anyway the movie's about parkour, or free running. Anyone heard of that? Basically it's something like those chase sequences you see in spy movies *coughbondcough* where they run and jump and climb stuff and beat obstacles. Yep. So there're these 7 guys from paris who form this gang thing and who call themselves the yamakasi, and their favourite past-time is to scale buildings every morning and 6 am, thus waking up and traumatizing residents who open their eyes in the morning to see hulking figures outside their window. How cool is that! And there's this guy called Oliver Chen, who's nicknamed Baseball, and who winks at girls through the window every time they stare at him in horror with their mouths hanging open. So the residents call the police on them every morning, but they always escape just in time.

Chief police: China has the 7 *can't remember*, India has the 7 *can't remember either*, and in France, we have the 7 pains in the ass!

I can't remember the complicated frenchy names they have, but I remember 6 of the nicknames: Mr Music, Tango (cute!), Still bull, Baseball (even cuter!), SPIDER (cutest!), and Rocket.

Chief police: Rocket, as in speed, not science!

Spider is cuteeeeeeeeeee. There's this scene when he's in his girlfriend's house, and she goes into the toilet. He's outside the toilet, and suddenly takes this rope and ties it around the staircase railing, and throws it down about, what, seven storeys? Then he goes down the rope upside-down, spiderman style, and arrives at the bottom floor, snatches a rose from the flower pot downstairs, and scales the rope again just in time to present the rose to his girlfriend who's just come out of the toilet. That whole thing was really cool. :)

The rest of the movie's about how they break into the houses of 7 very rich medical officers to steal $60 000 to pay for the heart transplant of a little boy who fell from a tree while trying to imitate the yamakasi. The boy's family is really poor, and these 7 medical officers had refused to let them use Medicare to pay for the transplant, or something to that effect. So the yamakasi are actually stealing from the very same people who refused the boy's family the money, a la robin hood. Steal from rich, give poor. They manage to pass the money to the boy's family in time, before they get arrested. And it's seriously amusing the way the police go about arresting them. They send over twenty policemen into the house, barricade the whole area, and clutch machine guns and stuff. Right. To arrest 7 teens who aren't even armed?

The interrogation scene's the funniest. I'll try and reproduce exactly what they said.

Mr music: Well, today, we just thought we'd go somewhere different...
Tango: ...change of scenery, you know...
...
...
...
Person whose name I can't remember: ...and then we saw these two gangsters...
Spider: five animals!
Baseball: six skinheads!
Rocket: with swastikas!
Mr music:...beating up this old lady...
Tango:...punching...
Person:kicing!
Spider: almost killing her!
Baseball: luckily we were there...
Rocket: we really gave it to them!
Tango: we jumped them!
Person: knocked them!
Spider: we really gave it to them!
(a lot of other funny stuff which I can't remember, basically the story gets more and more ridiculous and exaggerated)
Baseball: then suddenly we see a lot of police cars...
Tango: machine guns...
Person: they started chasing us...
Mr music: that's the police...
Baseball: ...arrest first...
Spider: ask questions later!
etc, etc, etc.

Chief police: That. Is. A whole lot of crap.

Mr music: No! I swear!
Still bull: on my life!
Person: my mother!
Rocket: my uncle, my aunt, my brothers, my sisters...
Tango: my whole family!
Baseball: my friends!
Rocket: my dad, but he's dead...
Spider: *serious expression* I'd spit, but you'd probably object.

Chief police: *hands in head* Lock them up.

Later they're freed, cos this inspector vincent backs up their story. He's a good friend of mr music, that's why. So it's a happy ending, boy recovers, etc, vincent gets together with the boy's older sister, alila or something like that. She was really angry with them at first, saying it was their fault that her brother got hurt imitating them, and she was all, "Who's going to save him now?! You and your pirouettes?!" (points at Tango)

Ending scene:

Spider's gf: you're amazing!
Spider: *smirking* of course I am, but don't crease the jacket. *tugs his jacket sleeve out of her grip*
Gf: *slaps his arm*
Spider: *kisses her*
Awww.

That was in reference to an earlier scene when he's, uh, not exactly keeping his hands to himself, and she goes, "stop it! you're creasing my shirt!"

More spider scenes:

(before he sets off robbing houses)
Girl wakes up to see his figure outside her window, and she jumps out of bed to open the curtains and sees him.
Gf: you're crazy! do you know what time it is! my dad'll kill you!
Spider: I'm going somewhere, I have to do something, and if I...never see you again, I mean, I know I'm going to see you again, but...Shit. I'm no good at this love stuff.
Gf: *grabs him and kisses him*
Spider: *smiles and spidermans down the rope off the building*

(WARNING: EMO STUFF AHEAD)

Ok, on a much sadder note, I'm freaking worried about Rafa. He's still injured, knees still bandaged. I know people say it's a seasonal thing for him (he always gets injured around this time of the year), but still. :( :( :( I want that winner back. :( And, really, as much as I am looking forward to seeing him in the exhibition match in KL, I'd prefer it if he didn't play, if he's still injured. Exhibition matches don't give them any points for their rankings, so it's really not worth it. If he's injured, won't the match just be an extra strain on him? And it's not like it would give him any points. Money, yes, but who cares? He should rest himself for the china open. I know this might be the only chance I ever get to see him in real life, not on tv, but for his sake, I wish he'd call it off. And please don't insult him now, k. He's pitiful enough as it is. I'd rather you insult me. Except don't say I'm dumb. You can say I'm ugly or evil though. Or if it must be an obsession of mine, insult silas and his whipping, adrien and his nose, or something. Just leave poor rafa alone for now. Oh, and you can insult spider too.

random again

2007-10-17T05:10:00.000-07:00

I wonder how I've been so easily dragged into the whole doctor thing! *shakes head* I blame you Zhihua! I've been somehow coerced into watching the first two episodes of doctor who, both of which I find exceedingly scary (ok fine, not that much), mostly due to the ghost of the skinned stingray streched on a medical board / bitchy trampoline, in rose's words. >< The skin is a human skin! And it pops! And despite being nothing but a piece of SKIN and stretched out like a trampoline, and being like 2000 years old (or is it/she?), cassandra's still the vainest thing I've ever seen. Moisturise me! The third episode promises to be equally scary, if not more, what with dead charles dickens fans coming to life in an auditorium which I swear looks a lot like POTO's opera house! Erik wouldn't be pleased. Tsk. I think Zhihua is now deaf in one ear due to my constant screaming and shrieking throughout the show. Whoops.

Anyway, on a more exciting note, Zhihua and I went out yesterday in between options to Far East, where she insisted on eating the takeaway fish n chips at the Brit food stall, and which I was somehow tempted into buying too, despite the lose-weight regime my mum has set out for me (no fish n chips, chocolate and chicken pies, and half an hour of tennis everyday!). So we sat on benches eating and happily discussing (well at least I was) my future career as a ballgirl. XD Then we went off to borders at Zhihua's request (she wanted to check out books on the latest tenant *cough pun* in her very roomy heart), but wound up checking out stuff on Rafa instead. You can tell very obviously who started it. Actually we were checking out this harry potter calendar at first, with a picture for every week of the year, and which I was very tempted to buy. They had this LOVELY picture of a young snape reading a book under a tree, and HE LOOKED SO FREAKING CUTE! I was like, "I can't believe Lily actually chose this idiot (points at pic of James) over this, this, uh, FINE person (flips back to pic of snape)!". I was very tempted to rip out that page or at least take a pic of it with my handphone, but decided against it eventually.

Then we wandered over to the magazine section, where I was extremely delighted to discover a tennis magazine! I mean, this is really rare! Unlike soccer, which got a 22-page special in the sports section just because EPL was starting, tennis rarely gets even a full page to itself. The longest tennis article I ever saw in the news was probably the one which discussed the Roger-Rafa rivalry, which was almost a full page long, I think. So imagine my delight when I saw the magazine! (I might add that if they ever had a 22-page special on tennis, I might just faint with delight) I immediately proceeded to drag Zhihua over to that section, ignoring her feeble protests and mumblings about wanting to check out her book. I started flipping through it delightedly and was positively agog when I saw the pics of Rafa. Zhihua was like, "Yinfei, don't beat book. Don't tear book. Don't kiss book!" Anyway, I was pleased to find that Zhihua agreed with me that Djokovic looked a lot like Mr Toh, something which I have been saying ever since I set eyes on him. And Zhihua thinks he's nerdy! *whoops* Then I showed her Marat Safin, Zhimin's second favourite guy, and Zhihua commented that she did not like his hair. But his hair's seriously much better than last time, when it was closely shaved to his head. At least now he's got that curl. I like the curl. XD And he's gotten rid of the freaking beard and moustache, thank goodness. No beards, unless you're Lancelot. XD Oh, and Zhihua thinks Andy Murray's shuai. Well, he's British. And she disagrees with Zhimin that Kolya looks ano.

Anyway, after lots of fangirling and squealing, I finally realized that we were seriously running late. So, back to school. Sigh. I WANT TO BUY THAT TENNIS MAG!

hp fics!

2007-10-09T08:22:00.000-07:00

Instead of getting to work on the seemingly endless stack of nice thick past-year chinese 'o's papers, I've gone back to reading HP fanfic. How very smart of me.

For some reason, I decided long ago that I simply couldn't tolerate any more fics on the present generation (draco/anyone makes me see green/red, ron/anyone and harry/anyone makes me wanna puke, although ron/harry and ron/ginny does have their merits), and converted to those from the marauders' era (am I even spelling it right) instead. Although not about the marauders. I do read a nice james/lily once in a while, but for some reason get a little turned off by sirius/lily. So I mostly start reading those about the slytherins (who are absolute lubb :D) - lucius/narcissa, snape/narcissa, and rita's *cough* all-time favorite, SNAPE/LILY! :D

And for some reason, I have recently taken a sudden interest in the founders' era. Although those actually kind of suck. But still, you can't blame the fanfic writers, founders' era is much harder to write, and not everyone can have the writing prowess of tanzhihua. :D And they're all kinda typical, like salazar and godric fighting over rowena/helga, with rowena being the more common one, and which is my preference too. :D There's this one which I read which is meant to be sad, but which I found pretty hilarious. I was actually attracted to it by its title "the venom of unrequitted love". Yeah, sounds like the kind of thing I like huh. As is obvious, it's about salazar and godric both loving rowena, but rowena doesn't like salazar (stupid girl!) and gets pregnant by godric. Salazar in his outrage + mad jealousy + angst + whatever lures rowena one night to the chamber of secrets, where...

Zhihua: where they had...?

Uh, NONONO. THEY DIDN'T. He actually turns her into the basilisk. Yes. So basically rowena's actually the basilisk, or vice versa. Then they have this epilogue where twelve-year-old harry stabs the basilisk with gryffindor's sword, and it turns into rowena. A horrified harry starts screaming and turns around, and when he turns back, the basilisk's back again. Then the whole thing ends with "her skeleton would lie in the chamber forever." What I found really funny was this part when godric is having an argument with salazar about the sorting, and when rowena tries to persuade him to stop, he shouts "NO! I cannot bear to have that pugnacious fool's face sneering at me so!" I was rofl-ing about the "pugnacious fool" part. :D

Salazar/rowena is lubb! :D I think one of the reasons why I liked that fic was cos of the fact that they described salazar as "dangerously passionate", which sounds like, hmmm, I wonder who! Ahahaha. I read a salazar/helga one-shot too, which actually wasn't that bad either. Basically I like stuff without godric in it, unless he's there as a love rival. :) But I'm generally against one-shots, cos although they can be quite sweet and all, I much prefer to read long LONG stuff. Oh but I so loved zhihua's erik/christine one-shot!

Ok why am I blabbering on and on about fics? Back to chinese. ><

tennis jokes!

2007-09-21T21:47:00.000-07:00

I can stop bugging Rita to tell me jokes now!

Tennis Jokes:

1) Why should you never fall in love with a tennis player?
To them, "Love" means nothing.

2) The Tennis Player's Prayer

Please don't let me be so nervous
When I toss the ball for service.

Give me speed and strength unhaulting,
Aces and no double-faulting.

Instill in me the skill and dash
Of Agassiie, Williams, Roddick and Ashe.

When a high lob starts to fall,
Must I always miss the ball?

Lord, I know you could, I'm sure,
Find me a Tennis Elbow cure.

With the guidance from above,
Never let me fall in 'love.'

And, Lord, while on matters of this sort
Please let me find an open court!!

3) You know you watch too much tennis when you walk in late to class, and you ask the teacher to check shot spot to see if your foot was in the classroom when the bell rang.

4) You know you watch too much tennis when you can impersonate every player.
*cough* Djokovic!

5) You know you watch too much tennis when you can name top 100 players but can't remember your kids names. (I can only name 30+? Hmm what were the names of the tiny thing and the pygmy puff sitting next to me in class again?)

6) You know you watch too much tennis when you name your kids after pros. (hey that's an idea!)

7) You know you watch too much tennis when you are taking an exam, and you are drawing out the draws to the next tournament. *cough* philo!

8) Which tennis couple is most likely to produce the next tennis superstar?

Federer and Serena - Talent and muscle.

Nadal and Hingis - Muscle and crafty game.

Roddick and Hingis - Serve and craftiness.

Safin and Justine - Size and tennis IQ.

Mauresmo and Justine - one small problem, a sperm.

Ok, non-jokes now:

"i definitely think nadal has endeared himself to more fed fans. also, he has not displayed the type of cockiness & foot-in-mouth disease that has plagued djokovic...but as far as being a threat to federer’s no. 1 position, nadal is still way ahead of djokovic."

"DEFINITELY! I hated that Federer lost to Djokovic, he’s a little prick. Nadal might have some funky habits (the butt picking really does get annoying to watch), but he knows how to show respect to those he beats and to those who beat him. I’d rather watch Roger play Rafa, and maybe even lose to him, then lose to Djokovic anyday."

"...Rafa’s jumping up and down, sprinting to the baseline and all his other uber-macho muscle-flexing antics on the court. But if he lacks popularity with Federer fans, it’s because he’s won more of their matches than he’s lost."

"...not into nadal, he's beaten federer too many times for my liking."

VAMOS RAFA!

http://tennisplanet.wordpress.com/2007/08/25/12-year-old-nadal/

Two words: SO CUTEEEEEEEEE! :D :D :D

return!

2007-09-12T04:05:00.000-07:00

I am pleased to announce that my blog has returned from Davy Jones's locker! Yes, it's been hanging around in the land of the dead for a spell, but I've managed to extract it back from the crabs!

*cough*

Ok, so I did get too caught up with the US open, among other stuff. :D Before I start ranting on about that, I should perhaps jabber about the stuff which happened while Song of the angels was on vacation.

I AM LEGAL FOR NC16 MOVIES! :D :D :D I was entertaining the thought of going to catch one on my birthday itself, so as to have the whole satisfaction of showing your IC to the person, and smirking at the thought that you would have been turned away just yesterday. Unfortunately, due to the darned fact that my birthday happened to be in the middle of EOY week, I couldn't. Not that I would have let that stop me though, there just weren't any good shows. I wish my birthday had been when shows like Da Vinci Code, Hannibal Rising and Priceless were on! Fine, so I shall just count down to my 18th. :)

Teachers' Day, I went back to MGS for the first time since I left it! Before I went, Daveen was warning me, "They are very hostile towards the RG people! When I went back the last time, they were all like ignoring me!"

Zhixin: You should have brought your PE shirt to change into later, then you can show the "RAFFLES" on the shirt!
Yinfei: I did! It's in my bag now!

Zhixin seemed to think that I was "getting smarter". x) Fine, I brought the shirt for that very reason. Like, "hey we're wearing house shirt tomorrow! then like that they won't know that I'm from RGS! ah bring pe shirt lah, later change into it." When I met my P3 maths teacher, though, she thought I went to nanyang! I was like "no, RGS", then she spotted the school logo on the shirt, and was all "oh yeah, your school has this...this italian...or is it latin? thing, filiae, filiae what ah?" I went just to see her, cos I seriously think that she was the only really good teacher I had in primary school. She scolded us a lot though, so a lot of people didn't like her. I didn't expect anyone else to remember me though, but all of a sudden, all my teachers kept coming up and asking, "You're...Yinfei right?!" My maths teacher went, "OH MY GOODNESS, I CAN'T RECOGNIZE YOU ANYMORE! YOU'VE CHANGED SO MUCH!" Then my english teacher (I didn't like her) said "Hmm, yeah, there're some changes..." and the other teacher said, "of course lah! she's sec 4 now!" Another teacher thought I was sec 2! For some reason, they all thought I looked very "intelligent and full of ambition" (yeah right, look at my grades!), and that they always knew I was very, uh, smart, and that I looked very "focused" even when I was in P3? I think they probably say that to every visiting ex student!

Options are actually kinda fun! Well, analysing talk is. Ms Lim is real funny. :D

"Whenever we have to go to other schools to test English Oral, they always warn us first before sending us to schools like SJI and ACS, because the boys there are super-duper charming, and if you're not careful, you'll give them higher marks based on their charm and not their performance!"

"Now, I'm sure you all can tell apart a RI boy and a ACS boy right?"
The whole class started laughing and going "yeah", and when she asked why we could, Cheryl was like "based on the charm". Ok I'm not slandering anyone here, I just find the stereotypes amusing, not that I agree with them.

Ok, US open!

The GOOD:

1. JUSTINE WON! :D It's her second US open title, and seventh Grand Slam! Just one shy of Serena's, and based on her performance thus far, and Serena's, she's going to overtake that record in no time. Aaaand she did it WITHOUT DROPPING A SINGLE SET for the entire tournament! Meaning, complete straight-set wins for her throughout! The best part is that she took out Serena in the quarters, Venus in the semis, and then went on to take the title! She's the first woman to beat both Williams sisters and then go on to take the title in a Slam! Martina Hingis beat both of them too, but melted and lost to Jennifer Capriatti in the finals, but that was years ago anyway. The experts on the web predicted that Justine would lose to Serena in three at first, and after she beat her, they predicted that she would lose to Venus in three too. AND SHE PROVED THEM WRONG ON BOTH COUNTS!

2. Fed won! Fine, not that I'm a fan of his, but it's really hard to hate him, although I'd really like to. I mean, congrats, it would have been quite sad if he didn't, especially since he was playing against Djokovic, the young upstart, in the finals.

3. Marcos Baghdatis was out in the first round! I still haven't forgiven him for beating Kolya at Wimbledon! Well done Max Mirnyi!

4. Maria Sharapova was out in the third round! AM EXTREMELY DELIGHTED. Go ahead, then, pose and flounce in that red dress of yours, with, ah, "600 Swarovski crystals", and which is "a graphic interpretation of New York's skyline". Riiiiiight. Is this a Slam you're in, or some fashion show? I mean, there's nothing wrong with wanting to look good, but please, after the match? And if you can't handle it, don't wear it! She's so absolutely distracted with her outfit and appearance! She's forever sweeping her hair back from her face, rearranging her necklace and earrings, and straightening her outfit. How do you play well if you don't focus on the game? And she lost to a relative unknown, Agnieska Radwanska of Poland, all of 18 years old. There was this 16 year old girl, Agnes Szavay, I think her name was, who beat Nadia Petrova too! I mean, that's amazing.

5. Kolya made it to the semis! Nice comeback, although I know it probably won't last very long. At least all his wins here were in straight sets.

6. Tommy Haas beat James Blake! Tough five-setter, but he did it!

7. Feli made it to the round of 16! It's much further than I expected him to. AND he managed to take a set off Fed before losing. For someone with his ranking, that's really pretty good.

8. Radek Stepanek gave Djokovic a hard time in a second round five-setter, almost, ALMOST, kicking him out. I mean, all the sets were either tie breakers or 7-5! It was a really good fight he put up, and I think Martina Hingis is now having some second thoughts about breaking off their engagement. :D

The BAD:

1. Rafa, poor poor Rafa, lost in the round of 16 to David Ferrer, his own countryman. I mean, I expected him to go as far as the quarters or semis only, cos hard court is his worst surface. King of clay, prince of grass, but hard courts, no. And he always seems to be plagued with injuries at this time of the year. Last year's US open too, and then the Australian open early this year, where he did not play at all, due to injuries. But he still managed to recover back in time to win the French open! I'm hoping he'll do that again. VAMOS RAFA! He was plagued with tendinitis in both knees, which is the degeneration of the tendons, the fibrous cords between the muscles and bone, due to over usage and wear and tear. :( Which is made worse by the impact on the hard court. Throughout the tournament, he had both knees taped. :( The night before the US open started, he was actually thinking of flying home to Spain. :( But he's just gone to see the doctor, so hopefully he'll recover soon. Awww.

2. Juan Carlos Ferrero lost to Feli in the first round! I mean, yes, I'm happy for Feli, but so sad for Juan! He's ranked so much higher than Feli! And in the first round too! That's really sad. They should never arrange for two Spaniards to play in the first round, it results in heartbroken fans of the Spanish Armada.

3. Serena and Venus both claim injury, after and during the match, respectively. Serena moaned on about sprained thumbs, Venus first claimed fever, and upon the trainer declaring her temperature to be fine, she then claimed a leg injury, and when that was pronounced fine too, she claimed it was her wrist. Riiiiight. "Serena's and Venus's father, Richard, cites a whole litany of health-related excuses for both daughter's losses to Henin." And out comes more unknown injuries, like "an inflamed knee" and many others which I can't remember. Please. Don't make excuses for your loss! I mean, some people really are injured, but these two are forever pretending. Serena's cramp at Wimbledon was like, really fake! And they are honestly such poor losers. Everytime they lose, they refuse to give credit to their opponent. Serena claims Justine made many "lucky shots", and that it was more of SHE losing than Justine winning. Riiight. Rafa at any rate is a good loser. On his loss to David Ferrer, here's what he had to say, "I don't want to make any excuses. He was very good, and he beat me. I don't want to use my injuries as an excuse." Now THAT'S a true sportsman.

Phew, that was a real long post.

announcements!

2007-08-08T08:29:00.000-07:00

Right, I'm blogging for two reasons!

1. This blog is officially on hiatus until after EOYs, when I will resume blogging again (assuming I don't get too caught up and fangirlish over US open).

2. HAPPY BIRTHDAY LEEZHIXIN!!! :D :D :D Sorry I can't make this bigger. Uh forgot how to. *sheepish smile* Humph I STILL can't believe you're older than me!

--- Till 28/8

HP forever! :)

2007-07-20T09:13:00.000-07:00

Finally, at long last.

After months and months of anticipation, eagerness and impatience, it's finally here.

HARRY POTTER 07 - THE DEATHLY HALLOWS.

Oh, how I've yearned for its arrival. Tomorrow, at last, it shall be mine. I shall be able to hold it in my hands, feel its pages with my fingers, devour it with my eyes.

I fell into the magical world of Harry Potter at Primary 5. Believe it or not, I was once the most anti-HP person you could possibly find around. Mostly due to my dad's influence. "Rubbish", "nonsense", "WHAT magic" were amongst the kinder labels he hurled at the series. Without any justification whatsoever. So, gullible me was taken in, and was staunchly against HP.

Until one day, my cousin persuaded me to watch Chamber of Secrets with her at her dad's club. I agreed reluctantly, and that was only cos it was very rare that I got to spend time with my cousins. I went into the cinema, the blurrest of all sotongs, asking stupid questions like "What is that? Is he good or bad?" In reference to Dobby. And I actually believed my cousin's explanation of why Harry didn't end up in Diagon Alley after going through the Floo Network, that it was cos he had said "diagonally" instead, thus he literally went diagonally. Oh, the stupidity of moi. Of course, now, I know that it was cos he went off at the wrong grate, at Knockturn Alley.

So I was sitting there, feeling vaguely bored. Partly cos I didn't exactly understand what was going on. And then. And then.

Enter Draco Malfoy/Tom Felton. Oh gosh. My first ever obsession. Goodness. Who is that, on the screen? The camera moved upwards, from his feet to his face, slowly. My cousin leant over to me and whispered, "I can't STAND this guy!". What? Couldn't stand him? Who couldn't? Note that she's about the biggest bandwagon-jumper I had ever met. So, Draco = bad guy = cannot stand him. Uh-uh. For me, it was Draco = bad guy = ohmygoodnesswillsomeonetellmewhyIhavethisweirdfeelinginmyheart.

After the movie, the next day, I demanded to borrow the COS book from Sandra. The moment I got it, I didn't read it from the beginning. Oh no. I flipped through the book like a maniac.

Sandra: Uh, exactly what are you looking for?
Yinfei: The parts with Malfoy in it.

Well.

Then I came to my senses and decided to read the whole book. Then, HP magic took over. Sure, it was Draco Malfoy who got me interested in the series in the first place, but it was the book, the series, the story, really, that got me hooked. I borrowed SS from the ever-obliging Sandra. After I was done with that, every time I went to a bookstore, I would search for a copy of POA and read it. When we left the bookstore, I would remember the page which I had stopped at. The next time I went to a bookstore, I would take it to read again. Till I had finished it. Yep, I had converted Popular to a library. Then I entered RGS, and went every recess in Sec 1 to the library to read GOF. We went to China at the end of the year, and I persuaded my dad to buy books 1 to 4 for me. He agreed only cos it was in chinese, and he thought this would somehow increase my interest in the language.

Well, I still couldn't stand it. I received books 1 to 4 as my birthday present the next year. I then bullied my parents into buying OOTP for me when it came out. And subsequently, HBP. By then, I had morphed from anti-HP-forever to diehard, insane, HPforever fan. As well as a "walking harry potter thesaurus", in Zhihua's words.

So here it is, then, the final book. I'm so excited, and so sad. This is the last time I'll ever be looking forward to a Harry Potter book coming out.

Here's to JK Rowling, the wonderful creator of the series without which my life would never have been quite as complete. The cause of the millions of fansites, billions of fanfics, zillions of happy fans. I cannot quite put into words the utter respect I have for you.

Thank you so very much.

- JJ, for persuading me to watch COS that fateful day.
- Draco Malfoy/Tom Felton, for getting me hooked onto the series.

Deathly Hallows, I await thou with bated breath!

CO!

2007-07-15T07:14:00.000-07:00

All hail the ever-so-responsible CO member! :D Namely, yours truly.

Ahem. So here's what happened on Friday. :D

Basically, I assure you, four hours of sitting in one position near the koi pond and desperately trying to keep yourself in the upcoming concert, with the conductor's threats of kicking you out of it still ringing in your ears, and wishing that you could be doing something more WORTHWHILE... ...it's no bundle of laughs at all.

So, when the 4.30 ten-minute break came, I hastened to make full use of it. At first, I hung out in the canteen with Leican and Lydia, but because I couldn't buy anything to eat (depleting wallet *coughpotonecklacecough*), the canteen lost its allure after a while. Then all of a sudden, I got this hunch that Joy and Gillian and Xinjia, fellow ever-so-responsible members of CO, might be prac-ing in the 307 classroom, as per their normal tradition whenever a dazu session comes rolling round. ("We're hopeless cases! We can't join dazu!" thus, takes refuge in classroom on the PRETEXT of prac-ing) So whaddya know, my hunch was right!

Upon entering 307, though, it was to discover, *gasps* that THEY WERE NOT PRAC-ING! HOW SUPRISING! :D Instead, to show that their hearts were all in choir rather than CO, they were holding a karaoke session instead, which they very generously welcomed me to join in. Xinjia had pulled down the screen at the whiteboard, and switched on the com so that the song lyrics were shown on the screen. Joy and Gillian were belting out Tong Hua when I entered (with water bottles and scissors for mikes), while Gillian was looking on half-amused, half-exasperated. Since it looked infinitely more fun than what I had been doing (just ask Zhimin the number of times she had to poke me with her gong to wake me up), I decided too, to show my singing talents (or the lack of it).

After repeating Tong Hua about three times, Joy decided that we should sing another song. AND GUESS WHAT WE SANG NEXT.

POTO, EAT YOUR HEART OUT, ZHIHUA! :D :D :D

Gillian hastily searched out the POTO song lyrics (like I needed them anyway) and flashed them on the screen. Xinjia suggested that one of us be Erik, and the other Christine, but we eventually decided to all sing it at the same time. Gillian, more self-confidence! She absolutely refused to sing at all, going on and on about "off-tune" and "wrong pitch". But anyway, for about the next twenty minutes (yes, ten-minute break be darned), the room was filled with loud and uh, MELODIOUS renditions of "THE PHAAAAAAAAAAAAANTOM OF THE OPERA IS THEREEEEEEEEE". Joy and Xinjia dropped out at the super high-pitched "PHAAAAAAAAAN", but the very bu zi liang li me persisted, to much awe and wonder at my ability to hit such a high note (or rather, to shatter windows). The very out-of-her-mind Gillian: "You should join choir!"

Anyway, remember the part when Erik goes "SING MY ANGEL OF MUSIC!"? And Christine starts going like, SUPER HIGH-PITCHED? We actually did that too. :D So Joy was like, "SING FOR ME!" and I did the screeching. Wheee. We also did the ghostly "He's here, the phantom of the opera! Beware the phantom of the opera!".

Then, change of activity. Seeing the com was on...well, you all know what I usually (or mostly, or even only) go on the school com for. And, hey, whatever was on the com would show up on the huge screen too! Now, how could I pass up a chance like that? So it was off to Rafa fansite I went, much to the delight of Xinjia (a fellow Rafanatic, THANK HEAVEN!), and the exasperation of Joy and Gillian (unappreciative people!). Of course, that sparked off the usual insults (which only my obsessions ever get). This time, though, it was with a difference, cos I had Xinjia to aid me in the assault on Joy and Gillian with water bottles and blackboard markers! Wheee. Xinjia and I dissolved into uncontrollable giggles, and there was this little exchange:

Yinfei: Once in my lifetime, I must go to Wimbledon or French Open!
Xinjia: Once in my lifetime, I must go to Spain!

After a while of this, I kind of realized that my ten-minute break had somehow morphed into a 45-minute break. WHOOOOOOOOPS. :D

And so I hastened to return to CO. Sigh.

SHALL DO THIS AGAIN NEXT WEEK! XD

2007-07-08T01:51:00.000-07:00

Well, ladies' finals last night was pretty definitive. Venus Williams beat Marion Bartoli 6-4 6-1. I'm not sure about the score, but I think that's it. Like I said, after Justine was out of the draw, I don't really care who wins anymore. I mean, if it were any other two players, like Ana Ivanovic, Jelena Jankovic, Nicole Vaidisova, or even Anna Chakvetedze, or maybe Daniela Hantuchova, I would still take an interest. But Venus and Bartoli, seriously, I don't care. Anyway, the match wasn't as exciting or competitive as a Wimbledon final should be. That's cos Bartoli was really not much of a match for Venus. If Justine was there, now, it would be a different story. Venus might or might not win, but still, there would have been a more competitive match. At least, there would most likely be a rubber set.

Anyway, men's finals are on tonight! Once again, FedEx vs Rafa! Federer beat Richard Gasquet, who had earlier on beaten Andy Roddick in a suprise outcome. He took in straight sets, pretty definitive. Rafa, on the other hand, lost the first set, but won the second, and was leading 4-1 in the third when Novak Djokovic retired due to a toe blister, back pain and general exhaustion. Anyway, Rafa would have most likely gotten the third set. I mean, 4-1. Hold serve, break serve, that's it. Then Rafa being Rafa would probably go on to take the fourth set, and the place in the finals. So it was just as well anyway.

Ok, Rafa, you might or might not be able to dethrone the master of grass Roger Federer. But remember, you're the king of clay. You took a set off him at the finals last year, you can do it again and more. Pay him back for the set he took off you at Roland Garros! I'm going to be optimistic and say that you CAN WIN THIS. Even if you can't, you're not going out without a fight. Xisca'll be watching you from the stands, just remember that, if you need motivation. :D And millions of fans around the world, including me, will be watching you too. VAMOS RAFA, LET'S ROCK THE GRASS OF WIMBLEDON!

2007-07-06T20:51:00.000-07:00

IHATEMARIONBARTOLI IHATEHER IHATEHER IHATEHER.

WHY?!?

Noooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo Justineee what happened to youuuuuu.

In a most shocking semifinal match yesterday between World No. 1 Justine Henin and 18th seed Marion Bartoli, poor Justine lost 1-6 7-5 6-1. She totally trashed Bartoli in the first set! I was so sure she was going to win! I mean, she was THE Justine Henin! Like, the invincible? 7-5 I might vaguely believe, but 6-1?!? Since when does Justine Henin get beaten 6-1, by a player who's not even in the top 15?!?

Bartoli, in her post-match interview, claimed that the prescence of Pierce Brosnan, ex-007, in the crowd, motivated her on. "I thought to myself, I can't play so badly in front of him!" she said. Uh RIIIIIIIIGHT. You just happened to catch a Henin on a bad day, that's all. Wait till you next meet her, you'll be SO TRASHED. After the first set, I happily went to bed, thinking that it was going to be another straight set win to the finals for dear Justine, where she might even beat Venus Williams to clinch her first Wimbledon crown. If I had known that there would be such a change, like if I had stayed up to watch the second set too, and know that there would have to be a deciding set, I would have brought my voodoo dolls out again.

NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO.

Justine, you're still my No. 1. You have next year, you can win this. You'll complete a career Grand Slam, I know you will. And I'll still be supporting you next year.

I don't care for the finals now. I don't care who wins anymore. Marion Bartoli vs Venus Williams for the final. Both are players whom I absolutely can't stand. I'm just so disappointed that Ana Ivanovic failed to clean Venus off. I was so expecting a Henin vs Ivanovic final. In which case I wouldn't mind both, but I'd certainly still support Justine. If Venus wins, it's going to be a total insult to Wimbledon. Whyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy? Yesterday, Gillian, Joy and Xinjia all agreed with me that Justine would win. I thought it was for sure.

Here's the moral, I guess: In tennis, the ball is round. It's anybody's game.

P.S.: Men's semis: Roger Federer vs Richard Gasquet (in ANOTHER suprise win over Andy Roddick!), and Rafael Nadal vs Novak Djokovic. VAMOS RAFA!

amusing day

2007-06-29T06:34:00.000-07:00

Amusing day it was today. :D

Basically, more people were enlightened on Yinfei's obsession-hopping tendencies.

It was Lit, see, and we were supposed to be finding some stuff on themes or whatever for Handmaid, which our group sort of gave up on midway. Then it was CLE, but we continued flipping randomly through Handmaid, and me and Zhihua moaned about Offred's utter randomness which we completely (ok fine, not completely) are unable to comprehend. Incidentally, that's what attracted Zhixin to the text. -.-"

Anyway, I quite understandably got extremely bored by it, and seeing it was already CLE anyway, I promptly took a nap on the table. Then for some reason, Leeqi and co. started discussing music with Mr Sakhar, and at some point, Michael Buble was mentioned. Note that Michael Buble was a very very minor obsession at some point in the past.

Yinfei: -snapsheadup- WHAT! -realizesthatshehasspokentooloudly- whoops nevermind.
Mr Sakhar: Wah, Yinfei suddenly sprang up! Better check her heart beat!(peoplestartlaughing)
Yinfei: ohcrap.
Leeqi: You know, she liked the phantom ok! You know the phantom of the opera?
Mr Sakhar: Oh, did you watch it?
Yinfei and Zhihua: YESYESYES! -nodvigorously-
Mr Sakhar: Oh I liked the phantom. He was the only one I liked ok! The rest were like -makesgesturewithhand-
Yinfei and Zhihua: YESYESYES!
Mr Sakhar: But the phantom was good. -nods-
Leeqi (I'm going to kill her lor, she started it!): You know last year she liked Jack Merridew!
Mr Sakhar: Who?
Leeqi: You know lord of the flies!
Yinfei: -grabs nearest thing to her, which happens to be youth day donation packet, and covers face in utter embarassment- OHSHIT.
Mr Sakhar: So who does she like this year?
Ahem, and Zhimin chooses this very auspicious moment to make the announcement.
Mr Sakhar: OH Rafael Nadal! Ok, objectively speaking, he has a very good bod lah. But his face is ok only. Did you see him at the french open? All the muscles!
Rita and Zhihua then decided to quote phrases like "hotbod", "muscles", and "rafa" at least ten times to Yinfei, who after much efforts, had managed to calm down, only to be sent straight back to fangirl-land by the evil Rita and Zhihua.
Mr Sakhar: Eh, you better calm her down!
He later noted that "It's usually the quiet ones." Ohgreat.

So later, Zhimin comes and says, "Yinfei! Xie chuan already ah!" Yeah it's her lor!

Hmmm I think beginner's guide to rafa a.k.a. squeakipidia article is due to appear.

random

2007-06-20T02:48:00.000-07:00

Eh, someone tell me what to blog about.

After rambling and ranting on and on about french open, I realize I have nothing else to say. Whooops. Nevermind, wimbledon in 5 days, so I'll have stuff to say again then. XD

Yesterday I saw the newspaper article on spanish premiera liga (or however it's spelt), about the finals between real madrid and real mallorca. Don't worry, I'm not turning into a football fan, I was only drawn to the article cos it had a picture of Rafa watching the match. XD He's a football fan, see, and he supports real madrid (which won eventually btw). The first thing I thought was "OMG!!!" *squeals*. The next thing I thought was "What the heck is he still doing in Spain, like shouldn't he be in UK practicing?!?" I suppose he just returned from the Artois championships in UK, but shouldn't he stay there to train? I mean, five days to Wimbledon!

Ok nevermind. I've been watching the old Wimbledon library films! The 70s was HILARIOUS. The guys wear these super short and tight shorts, and their shirts are completely tucked in. Then there're the super-high socks. I was laughing non-stop throughout the film, until my father informed me that he used to dress like that too when playing tennis, as modelled after his idol Jimmy Connors. Now that's a real first-class nerd. The only one I can tolerate from the old times is John McEnroe, cos he was pretty cool. At least his shirt wasn't tucked in. >.< For the ladies, I like Chris Evert, cos she was cool too. Ankle socks, would you believe it? And her outfit's real nice too. Apparently she and Jimmy Connors used to be the golden couple of tennis at that time. Both of them won Wimbledon the same year, and according to my dad, Wimbledon has this tradition of male champion dancing with female champion at the celebration dinner or something. It got me thinking about Roger Federer having to dance with both Venus and Serena Williams when they won together, and I couldn't stop laughing after that. :D Then I wondered if they had that tradition too at french open, and I tried imagining Rafa dancing with Justine Henin. Three times too, cos they're both triple defending champions. It was damn funny, cos Henin is much shorter than Rafa, and looks much older too. But I like Henin, she's my favorite female player. She's really serious about the game and focuses on it like anything (unlike a certain Maria Sharapova). When she prepares to receive, she looks like a tigress getting ready to pounce on her prey.

19 year old Fedex reminds me of Will Turner. XD What with the ponytail, headband and beaded necklace. First-class pirate. I became slightly more partial towards him after seeing him when he was six years younger.

Whoops, did I just say that I had nothing to say? XD

Ok, because I have nothing better to do, I shall post the current world rankings here.

1. Roger Federer
2. Rafael Nadal
3. Andy Roddick
4. Nikolay Davydenko
5. Novak Djokovic
6. Fernando Gonzalez
7. Tommy Robredo
8. Andrew Murray
9. James Blake
10. Tommy Haas
11. Thomas Berdych
12. Richard Gasquet
13. Ivan Ljubicic
14. Mikhail Youzhny
15. David Ferrer
16. Marcos Baghdatis
17. Guillermo Canas
18. Juan Carlos Ferrero
19. Lleyton Hewitt
20. Juan Ignacio Chela

Ok that's it. Wheee.

french open finals! :)))

2007-06-13T02:02:00.000-07:00

Last post on french open! :(( Buuuuuuut not the last on tennis, cos Wimbledon starts in two weeks! :D June 25, to be precise. Wheeeee. But that might not be as nice, cos grass was never Rafa's specialty, it's clay. But then again, he reached the finals of Wimbledon last year, only to lose to FedEx (grrr). Well at least he dragged it up to four sets! ;) And he did say in an interview that he's looking to extend his domination beyond clay, and that he's getting better. Soooo Vamos Rafa! Yayyy.

AND HE SO THRASHED FEDEX AT RG! :DD 6-3 4-6 6-3 6-4. SEE no need for tie breakers even. Or 7-5 scores. Fine it wasn't a straight set win but who cares. I was so delighted after he snagged the first set that I imitated his fist pumps. :D Then after second set, the clawing of self came back once again. If I don't watch out I might end up with Erik-worthy disfigurements. I didn't dare to watch part of the third set cos I was pretty nerve-wrecked by then (and what a pity too, the live commentary on the RG webbie said he changed his shirt after the third set!). Anyway I returned to the TV cautiously and was informed by my irate Mum that Rafa had gotten the third set (she supports FedEx). So I plonked myself back down onto the couch and continued watching the match. Then of course he got the fourth set, and I did more fist pumping and went to the kitchen to get some strawberries to celebrate. :D Wheeee. FedEx hit a forehand down the line long at championship point, and Rafa flung his racket from him, and left a butt print on the red clay of RG, where he became the first man since Bjorn Borg to win three consecutive RG titles! Yayyy go for fourth consecutive title next year Rafa! :DD After all, who can beat him here? FedEx's getting older, and Rafa's getting stronger. My dad and the newspaper both say that unless Rafa gets an injury, he's going to continue winning on clay. Yeah baby. VAMOS RAFA! ENHORABUENA!

P.S.: Rock the grass of Wimby too! :))

french open 4

2007-06-10T03:44:00.000-07:00

I realize I'm updating far more often nowadays. :D After today, though, I'm afraid this blog's gonna go back to comatose state for some time.

Henin totally trashed Ivanovic! 6-1, 6-2 (or was it the other way round?). Well, it was expected anyway. Remember I said sure win for Henin? Ivanovic can't hold a candle to her. So now she's been hailed queen of clay, and rightly so, cos that's her third consecutive Roland Garros title, as well as her fourth in five years. Really, she has no true rival yet.

Anyway, today's men's finals! Nadal vs Federer. Rafa fought through the semis against Djokovic 7-5 6-4 6-2. Ok, first set was seriously nerve-wrecking. More clawing and self-destruction from yours truly. Fine, Djokovic was really good, I admit. His service is really powerful. Rafa had to struggle to break him. But most of the time, Djoker held his serve. But at least Rafa held his too! Yeah, so I managed to watch only the first two sets, cos the Federer-Davydenko match took so freaking long (three hours!) that the Nadal-Djokovic one was delayed. Meaning that after two sets, it was about 1 a.m.? Ok, so that isn't exactly late when compared with the sleeping hours of night owls Dr Idiot, Insane and Dustbin, but for me, it really is. Not that I minded though. My mum, however, was yelling and shouting about my staying up so late, and promptly attacked the TV with the remote control. Despite my whining and protests, she hauled me off to bed. Actually, I stayed up till two to watch the Nadal-Hewitt match, and I was trying to use that as persuasion to assure my mum that I could take staying up for the last set (hopefully it would be!), but didn't work. Awww. Anyway, no sweat, cos Rafa trashed the Djoker in the last set 6-2.

FINALLLLLLLS TONIGHT! Crap, I'm so nervous. Ok, let's look at this rationally. If Davydenko could have led in all three sets against Federer, then surely the prince of clay can. And Davydenko only let Federer claw back up to a win cos he was the underdog, and wasn't used to being in the lead, or so my dad the expert says. But the prince is the double defending champion, hello, he's used to leading and winning. And he's certainly not the underdog. So he WON'T let Federer claw back up. He's not the type who'll lose his lead. Soooooo......straight set win for Rafa oh yeah! VAMOS RAFA!

French open 3

2007-06-08T05:40:00.000-07:00

Men's semifinals today!

Women's one was yesterday. So we had Ana Ivanovic vs Maria Sharapova, and Justine Henin vs Jelena Jankovic. Sharapova's seriously not on form. Ivanovic trashed her 6-2 6-1 (if I remember correctly). It was almost 6-0 for the last set too, only Maria started fighting like anything towards the end to save her face. Imagine the former world no. 1 losing 6-0 to a teen. Ivanovic's lucky she was drawn to play Maria, really, cos I doubt she would have stood a chance against Jankovic, and certainly not Henin. So it's her first grand slam final, or at least that's what they say in the news (once again, if I remember correctly). She plays Henin, who trounced Jankovic, in the finals. Meaning sure win for Henin.

Men's semis are currently on now. Federer vs Davydenko (GO NIKOLAY!). Davydenko was leading 4-2 at first, but stupid he allowed Federer to claw back and take the set 7-5. But he's currently leading the second set 5-4, so I hope he'll take this one. Imagine Tommy Robredo being able to take a set off Federer, and Davydenko not being able to! Nononono. I expect him to take at least one set. Of course, it'd be better if he finished Federer off, so that he'd play Nadal in the finals, and of course, lose. :D Ok, devious is me. Nadal'll be playing Novak Djokovic later on. Straight set win!

Tomorrow'll be women's finals, and Sunday, men's. Then no more French open. :(((((( Whyyyyyyyyyy. I was so happy these past two weeks. Sob.

Oh crap, 5-5. Whyyyyy. Come on Nikolay! At least he's giving Federer a tough time. If Federer has to claw a win against Davydenko, then I hope he'll lose in the finals against Nadal eventually. My dad likens him to Maria Sharapova. :D

Ok, gonna get off the com now. Shall go watch the match. Ta-ta.

french open 2!

2007-06-05T08:12:00.000-07:00

Right, more on French open. :)

Sorry, bear with me. I'm afraid I won't be blogging about anything else until French open's over. Wheee. OH and scroll down to post below ok, I insist that that post will not go unseen. XD

Anyway!

Rafa's still in the competition! (Like duh). He strolled past Juan Martin del Potro, Cipolla and fellow countryman Montanes, no sweat. The Hewitt match was pretty nerve-wrecking in the third set. First two sets were a breeze for our prince, but third set, Hewitt kinda bounced back. Shall quote from live commentary on Roland Garros webbie...

"Two sets down, but no worries, our Hew's a five-set man."
"Hew's a slow starter, but this isn't really ideal, is it. Slow starts are fine for other folks, but not against the floppy-haired, capri-panted Marjocan king of clay."

For anyone who doesn't know, the floppy-haired, capri-panted Marjocan king of clay in question is Rafa. :)

Hewitt's always been like that. In all his matches at RG thus far, he's been forcing the match into four or five sets. Like mentioned before, slow starter, he is. But does that work against Rafa? NO.

So third set was pretty scary, cos Hewitt forced a tie-breaker, and broke Rafa a few times too. You can still see the marks on my feet and arms where I clawed at in pure anxiety. :D But no worries, Rafa saved the tie-breaker and the match, and gained his place in the quarter finals, where he'll meet apparent ex-mentor and fellow countryman Carlos Moya. Who's nine years older than him, by the way. Like that matters though. Anyway.

Federer's actually getting pretty good on clay, the tricky thing. He's been learning clay court tricks, no doubt. I fear for Rafa. If he meets him in the finals, he's gonna have a bit of a tough time. He might even lose! Zomg! No! He's playing ninth seed (or so I think) Tommy Robredo now, and though I haven't got high hopes at all, I'm still keeping my fingers crossed for Robredo to finish him off for Rafa. Not very likely though. Fed won the first set and lost the second, and then won the third again. Now he's leading the fourth. Oh darn. Nevermind, I hope he'll meet Davydenko next, who'll have a better chance of finishing him off. Sorry, Roger, I don't have anything against you, but a girl's gotta support her obsession, right? XD

Side note: Suprise exits from all nine USA men in the first round, including third seed Andy Roddick (Zhimin will be pleased), James Blake, and uh, who else? Anyway, Fernando Gonzalez (fifth seed I think) was also knocked out in the first round. Ooh.

Is everyone superbly bored already? If anyone actually got this far. Whoops.

OK NOW LOOK AT THE POST BELOW!

P.S.: Bimbo list will be up as soon as we have finalized it on Dr Idiot's blog!

Bday!

2007-06-03T07:35:00.000-07:00

HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO THE PRINCE OF CLAY! :)

Now you're allowed to watch R21 movies. XD

And you're so gonna win this.

French open! :)

2007-05-27T04:48:00.000-07:00

FRENCH OPEN! :)))))))

Yayyyy it started at last! *whoops*

YESYESYESYESYESYESYESYESYESYESYES!

Ok ok, calm down.

I've concluded that fangirling is extremely bad for one's health. However, as it is far too much for me to give up, I shan't. XD Wheee. It's unhealthy because it gives you a very irregular heart beat rhythm, due to the sudden random intervals of palpitations and hyperventilations, which is what I find myself to be experiencing lately. Ohdears. Zhixin is terribly freaked out by me! (I went into fangirl mode at a very inconvenient time)

The very intelligent Zhimin managed to guess my latest obsession on her first try! ZOMG!

Zhimin: Huh I actually very smart ok! You don't see my gpa so low!

WHAT low indeed. I wonder what you'd consider MINE to be!

Ok back to French open. I just watched the first set of Safin vs Vicente, who're both pretty much unknown, cos even my dad hasn't heard of them, although he claims Safin sounds vaguely familiar. But because it was held in centre court, I suppose the two are relatively famous (as compared to the other ulus playing). After that I couldn't be bothered to watch the rest of their match, cos they weren't exactly very good (by pro standards), so it wasn't that exciting. And I knew the people would never show this match over a Nadal match, unless they've been gripped by a sudden bout of insanity, so I therefore concluded the others going on at that time wouldn't be anymore exciting. I shall go and switch on the TV later when the first round of matches is over, and hopefully there'll be something better.

*shrieksfaintsswoonshyperventilates*

Sorry random.

Like I said, bad for one's health. Tsktsk.

This time both Federer and Nadal have some sort of personal goals to fulfill, and either way it seems sad. I mean no matter who wins, it's kind of sad that the other person didn't get to fulfill his goals. Federer wants to hold all four Grand Slam titles at once, and he just needs to win this to get that. Nadal wants to win three consecutive Roland Garros titles, so yeah, he needs this one too. Both records have by the way been held by two people and one person only respectively, so it'd really be something.

But still, I still know who I want to win this, don't I? ;)

VAMOS RAFA!

First song! :)

2007-05-25T06:28:00.000-07:00

That Day

It was that day I met you.
I thought my heart was gone.
Because you took it all,
Away from my soul.

It was that day I lost you.
I never was the same.
I never loved before,
And I never loved again.

So that's why it ends here,
When it is far too late.
Before my heart shatters,
And never returned to one.

I watched you from afar,
Hoping that one day you'd see.
That there's somebody out there,
Who'd lay down his life for you.

It was that day I loved you,
And that was when I learnt.
How fragile a heart could be,
When it overflows with love.

So that's why it ends here,
When it is far too late.
Before my heart shatters,
And never returned to one.

I loved you before I knew you,
And long after I'm not here,
To say it anymore...

(c)person who came up with this (I have no idea who)

It's just a song ah! Not supposed to represent my feelings or whatever. XD

409! :)

2007-05-16T08:26:00.000-07:00

Today was a really really fun day. :)

English - free block for book day rehearsal! :D Yayyyy book day. I think our class seriously rocks.

Chinese - we got to watch Hero! Lu lao shi's so nice right. It's actually not boring, unlike 99% of Chinese movies. Zhihua and I decided that we liked Tony Leung's character (Can Jian was it?), much to the horror of Arias and Zhixin the feminists, who declared that after what he did (had you-know-what with another girl to get his girl jealous), no one in their right mind should like him. I said that I kinda liked Chang Kong too, at which Zhihua said that he was actually quite ugly. Awww.

Zhihua has serious hearing problems! At one point in the show, Maggie Cheung's character Fei Xue (the one who was supposed to get jealous, and duh she did) stabs Can Jian for having you-know-what with the other girl. As Can Jian is dying, he gasps, "Ni wo dou hen chun." which means "We've both been so dumb." for those who don't know Chinese, but then again who wouldn't? Nevermind. Anyway, dear Zhihua heard it as "Ni wo dou hen chou." which means "We're both really ugly."

Zhihua: Erm...Yinfei? Did he just say that they were both really ugly?
Yinfei: WHAT! No he didn't! What did you hear?
Zhihua: Ni wo dou hen chou.
Yinfei: -rofl-
Zhihua: What it's quite true what! The girl's ugly! Although the guy's quite shuai.

In the end, I cleared her misconception. Tsktsk. Look who's calling who an ahma!

PE - floorball! I've decided that it's fun. :) Husena's HILARIOUS. Every time she lands in the wing, she'll start screeching, "I'M IN THE WING! I'M IN THE WING!". And even before she lands in it, she'll be running after the ball, brandishing the stick enthusiastically (and violently) and, yes, yelling that she's in the wing. Occasionally she'll also go, "YINFEI YOU'RE IN THE WING! YOU'RE IN THE WING!" or "STACEY YOU'RE IN THE WING!". When that happens, I (and many others) usually collapse in laughter, clutching the floorball stick or the net for support. Floorball's so funny! Although it landed me in a very exhausted and panting state which gave off the impression that I had just ran a 10-km marathon, but for those who're well aware of my very SAD state of physical health, they'd know that if I had indeed done so, I'd most probably be half-dead by the time I finished. :(((

Maths - HE DIDN'T COME HALLEJULAH. Free block for book day rehearsal again!

Lit - pretty slack.

BOOK DAY AUDITIONS!

409 ROCKS! We really rocked the whole thing. :):):)

Omg I'm so going to miss 409 when we go to RJ. :((( I've never loved a class more before! Pri school needless to say lah. 107/207 wasn't that bad, but nothing beats 309/409. :D I'd put that crocodile thing with the triple three (which is supposed to be a heart) right here, but somehow my posts always get screwed when I put that in. Awww. *heartheartheart* Yeah, that'll have to do.

OMG 409! :)))))))))

The script was fantastic, the props were super-pro, the actors were really into the role (hahaha Leeqi in a skirt! As Zhihua says, blackmail material), the dwarves were adorable (squeak!), the dance really nice (except for the fact that I was in it), the soundtrack was really suitable for the story, everything was on cue! I lovelovelove our play, nevermind Zhihua's claims that it's lame. I think Daveen and Michelle and Zhimin and Deborah really did a good job coming up with it! The casting was really good too, I think. Siyi's DAMN FUNNY! Mr. Subalatha Alibaba Dejaratnam. LOLZ! And her toilet bowl voicing always makes me laugh like anything.

Nevermind whether we get in or not, I think we were really really good. :)

409999999999999!

Nothing

2007-05-10T08:26:00.000-07:00

I swear, there's nothing to blog about.

To keep away comments like "Yinfeiiiii your blog's DEAD", I shall just type something here for the sake of, uh, typing something here. :D

Sigh ORA. I've never gone for it before, so I'd better go this year, seeing it's my last year in RG and all. But what on earth am I going to be doing there? Zhixin and Zhihua and Rita and loads of other people'll be on CCA booth shifts. Sigh. CO SUCKS. It's such a huge CCA that people never notice you, and even if they did, they probably wouldn't ask me to take a shift anyway. Besides we don't even have a booth. :(

I wish those people in CCAs with NICE people knew how lucky they were. No matter how darn terrible the CCA itself is, at least they have nice people who're their friends there, like Zhihua who has Rita, Peiyun, Kexin and co. in art club. :(

The only friends I probably have in my section are Zhimin, but she's always with Shiting, Chinhwee, but whom everyone will ignore you for hanging out with her, and Gillian, my dear junior. :D And that's about it. This is so SAD.

I HATE CO.

Ok, this turned out to be an angsty post about CO. Lolz.

Updated bimbo list by InsaneFangirls&Co. will be brought to you shortly, after it's been written out with the CUTE pink pen donated to the club by dear Rita! XD

blogthings

2007-04-27T09:55:00.000-07:00

Your Star Wars Name And Title

Your Star Wars Name: Clegr Raeng

Your Star Wars Title: Errcho of Atir

What'>http://www.blogthings.com/starwarsnameandtitlegenerator/">What Is Your Star Wars Name and Title?

Zhihua'll have to tell me what the hell this means.

What Your Dreams Mean...

Your dreams seem to show that you're a bit disturbed... but nothing serious.

You may have a problem you're trying to work out in your sleep.

Overall, you are very content in your life.

You have a very vivid imagination and a rich creative mind.

You secretly want to hide your dreams from your waking mind.

What'>http://www.blogthings.com/whatdoyourdreamsmeanquiz/">What Do Your Dreams Mean?

HAHAHAHA I have a very vivid imagination!

You are Brigitte Bardot

Naurally sensual and beautiful
You're an exotic beauty who turns heads everywhere
You've got a look that's one of a kind

What'>http://www.blogthings.com/whatfamouspinupareyouquiz/">What Famous Pinup Are You?

I disagree with this one! >.<

You Are Best Described By...

From the Lake, No. 1
by Georgia O'Keeffe

What'>http://www.blogthings.com/whatfamousworkofartareyouquiz/">What Famous Work of Art Are You?

I'm abstract art!

anything at all

2007-04-26T00:33:00.000-07:00

Here's a challenge:

Name one thing, anything, at all, that Lee Yinfei is good at.

Anyone who can do that, deserves more than a million bucks.

Because it's impossible.

It's times like this that I ask myself why I was even created. Do I serve any purpose at all on earth? What can my existence do at all? Does it mean anything at all?

I'm not asking to be good at everything. I'm not even asking to be good at more than one thing.

I'm just asking to be good at something. Anything. I'm just asking to be better than just one person, at just one thing. That's all I want.

POTO!

2007-04-21T04:17:00.000-07:00

POTO ROCKED, PWNED, EVERY OTHER SYNONYM IN THE UNIVERSE. ("synonym" looks wrong to me >.<)

ANYWAY. OMG that was an experience of a lifetime. "Past mortal experience", as Zhihua very rightly says. I WOULD PAY ANY AMOUNT TO WATCH IT AGAIN! OMGOMGOMGOMGOMG. ERIK! *squeals uncontrollably*

Thanks to my mum, who all of a sudden decided that she had to go for a swim at SIX THIRTY, I almost didn't make it in time. I arrived there at 7.40, where a very impatient Zhihua expressed great shock that I had actuallly dared to arrive at such a time when such an occasion was going on.

In the car...
Yinfei: DRIVE FAAAAAASTER! I CAN'T MISS THIS!
Father: You'll arrive there at 8.30, I promise you. Look at this jam!
Yinfei: *cardiac arrest*

Thankfully he was wrong.

Upon arrival, me and Zhihua began gasping on and on about the magnificent looking stage, and discussed about how we could get Brad Little's autograph (chem worksheet and handmaid's tale cast unceremoniously aside).

Yinfei: I brought a memo pad! *waves it around enthusiastically* And a blue marker pen!
Zhihua: Oooooh you'll have to lend me one! Otherwise he'll have to sign my chem worksheet!
Yinfei: I could ask him to sign on my handmaid's tale! (more motivation to read it)

Eventually, however, we went home with empty memo pads and chem worksheets. Awwwwww. He was supposedly at the foyer, but what do you know, he wasn't! And apparently he'd sign nothing but his CD, which costs $25, and which my parents would go ballistic at if I so much as suggested buying it. We were so informed by the counter person who looked slightly amused at the two of us breathless fangirls (phangirls, quoted from Zhihua).

When Erik dear was about to appear, me and Zhihua had inclined ourselves to 20 degrees positions, gripping the bar (and in my case, even banging it a little :D), and taking sharp intakes of breath. CLOAK SWISHING! Omg I think my head went a little dizzy at that point. Rapid oxygen intake, you see. Same for Zhihua. :D The poor soul in front of us turned around a few times to stare at us. Whoops.

Intermission time was a time for high pitched squeals and gasps. We assured each other that we would be crying our hearts out at the end, and we did. When the stupid Christine gave the ring back and ran off with Raoul, and poor Erik was yelling, "Christine, I love you!", me and Zhihua burst into tears. I even had my tissue packet out and ready! But I was too busy clasping the bar and sobbing. And apparently, so was Zhihua.

Favorite quotes:
"Pitiful creature of darkness, what kind of life have you known? God give me courage to show you, that you're not alone!" Me and Zhihua were singing a lot of this the next day, much to the irritation of Zhixin.

"Those eyes that burn."

"He'll burn you with the heat of his eyes."

"Yet in his eyes, all the sadness of the world." OMG. So saaaaaaaaaaaaaad. *sniffles*

"Those pleading eyes."

Hmm. A lot of eye quotes here.

And went Erik started beating his heart and singing, "Anywhere you go, let me go too!", I was like, "OMG" *gasps*

In a burst of bu zi liang li, I actually *blushes* drew Erik. Ohmans. This type of thing should be strictly left to none other than Tan Zhihua. Not me. Poor Erik, I feel so sorry for him.

Only you can make my song take flight, help me make the music of the night!

The dark side!

2007-04-16T07:53:00.000-07:00

THE DARK SIDE!

Yep, that's where I've gone over to. After some persuasion by Darth Zhihua the sith lord, I decided that the allure of the dark side was indeed tempting, and decided to move over too. I'm now entitled to an almond fudge ice-cream from my master, which I've yet to claim. Zhixin has been difficult to convert, despite tempting offers of digestive biscuits, cadbury, hersheys and a variety of other chocolates. She insists on DARK chocolate, to be faithful to the DARK side. Yes. I've got ferrero roches now! How about it. Or kit kat. :D

Anyway, Rita and Darth Zhihua have named me Darth Cruella, which I suppose I'll have to accept, seeing I'm the apprentice and she's the master. Heehee. XD

I've been attempting to learn the sith code...
Darth Zhihua: Now, repeat after me, my apprentice...
Both of us start giggling.
Hmm. Not very successful.

Also, there's the case of the evil laughter. Apparently, the wretched mortals consider Darth Zhihua's evil laughter to be "cute", "adorable" and "not evil at all". Mine is apparently "weird", "spastic" and uh, "not evil" too. Gah. But I've been improving!

Rita: You sound mean. (close enough!)
Leican: How come you laugh so evilly? (DID IT!)

Darth Zhihua: Come, let's practice our evil laughter!
Darth Cruella: Ok!
Both of us: One, two, three...MUAHA-(dissolves into giggles)
Ohdears.

I actually tried it at home!

Father: Yinfei what happened to you?!?

Ok, I suppose it was pretty creepy to be practicing golf in one room (while adding a gazillion new scratches to the cupboard and incurring yells from my mum), and then all of a sudden hearing your daughter go "MUAHAHAHAHA" in the next room. XD

Minutes of meeting next time! I promise!

POTO TOMORROW ALRIGHT!
<333>

Announcement!

2007-03-22T07:21:00.000-07:00

Minutes of meeting for the first ever meeting of the Insane Fangirls Club will be up after Science EOIs!

Yes, I know it'll be outdated by then. Who cares. XD

Movies

2007-03-13T04:46:00.000-07:00

Fine fine fine I shall stop wailing about how everyone's blogs are changing.

After reading Zhihua's post on her extremely fun art club trip, I'm starting to get super jealous.

Why did I join CO?

Have I ever had a single happy moment in there?

When I heard that there was no need for auditions to get into art club, I started to wish that I had joined art club too. After all, I love drawing, although the results are truly disastrous. I could spend CCA time doing something I actually LIKED. And with Zhihua, Rita, Peiyun and co there too.

I could have had such fun.

The people there are people like me.

CO?

HUH.

I'm seriously wondering what possessed me to join it. Not like I gained anything out of it either. Sure, I learned to play the erhu, but can that even be considered as playing. More like the sound of chickens getting slaughtered.

Ok, sorry for two emo posts in a row.

...

On another note.

I tried to get into Hannibal Rising yesterday. And failed! I went with my parents, and we got the tickets just fine, but the dumb ticket person refused to let me in. Demanded IC, blahblahblah. I insisted I was sixteen (well, actually not yet), I was Sec 4, I was born in 1991...

Ticket person: 1991? Which month?
Me: (remembering Kersh saying that they only check year not month) Does that matter? It's been sixteen years since 1991.
Ticket person: No, we must know which month!
Me: January. (nose grows a little longer)
Ticket person: We must still check IC.
Me: I didn't bring it! (rummages for some sort of proof and thrusts SICC membership card at them) There.
The SICC card, I might add, only states my year of birth.
Ticket person: Nonono, we only believe IC.
Me: Butbutbut this is a real card! (ok, dumb, but I didn't know how else to phrase it)

(argument continues)

Eventually, I gave up and asked for a refund, and change of tickets to watch Music and Lyrics instead.

Me: I suppose I'm allowed to watch THAT?!? (glares)
Ticket person: Yesyesyes.
Dad: You want to check my IC too?
Hahahahaha my dad rocks!

Ticket person: But Music and Lyrics started 5 minutes ago, no use lah.
Me: It doesn't matter!
Mum: We just want to watch something! My daughter has been doing a lot of work! She's very tired! She wants a break! We can watch anything!
My mum here was referring to Maths PT. XD

So eventually, we watched Music and Lyrics. It was not bad, pretty nice. But I could just tell that Zhixin and Zhihua wouldn't like it, seeing how they disliked Scoop. I'm usually not fussy when it comes to movies, cos I like just about every movie I watch, except perhaps for those Singapore drama serials. The acting's so fake and lame! I cringe every time I watch those. And it's qian pian yi lv, every show's the same!

Oh, and I want to watch Happily N'ever After! People how about ittttttttt. Don't worry, my dad has already given permission for me to go out once during hols!

Yayyy.

Sad state of blogs

2007-03-12T05:21:00.000-07:00

Ahhh this is so sad.

Zhixin and Zhihua's switched to LJ, Jnanee's practically abandoned her blog, Leican's locked hers up, Stacey's relocated, Kersheng's hiding his.

Ohmann.

Not that I can't read any of those blogs again, but still.

I'll miss reading blogs with a colourful background (which is not what I could say for LJ).

And being able to access blogs without typing in passwords first.

Or being able to read interesting posts every time I enter a blog.

This is so sad.

Sad.

Sad.

SSEF

2007-03-08T04:45:00.000-08:00

SSEF!

*yawns* I'm so utterly exhausted that I barely feel like saying anything about it here.

So basically, we win nothing. Awww. In fact, I don't know anyone from our school who won something at all, but that's probably because I'm basing this observation on myself, Zhihua and Zijun, Jnanee and Gaosi, Blossom and co and Chinhwee. Oh, I forgot. Valencia got a silver. The moment I saw the sticker thing on her poster, I knew I wasn't going to get anything, cos her project's wayyy pro-er than mine. Oh wells. At least I'm done with SMP! *whoops* (at long last)

My junior/juniour? actually came! I bet she was the only Sec 2 around. She tagged around us almost the whole time and kept bugging me to solve a Maths problem for her. If I sat down to think abourrit, perhaps I could have gotten the darn thing, but I was too weary to look at another academic thingy. Which is why I'm slacking now, when I SERIOUSLY should be doing Maths PT.

The I-future exhibit was the most interesting thing there, and which was supposed to be off-limits to us. No fair. But whoever listens to rules anyway? So we all went there. Although we were supposed to be manning our booths. It's seriously boring! Sit there, do homework (illegally), repeat presentation for about the gazillionth time, walk around, GET CHAIR STOLEN OR SAT ON. The ridiculous RI guys near my booth kept stealing my chair! Or sitting on it. I think I must have said, "Erm...sorry, excuse me, I think that's my chair." about seven times. I should have put my bag on it or something. Every time I leave my booth, I come back to find him sitting on my chair, and on one occasion, lying on my Chinese worksheet. Verrrry nice.

So after the whole thing was over, Zhihua, Zijun and Gaosi scrammed, leaving me waiting for my mum to appear, along with Zhixin, who was commenting repeatedly on the AMAZING rate at which I was packing up. Then the stupid poster kept unscrolling itself, and I had to keep scrolling it up again.

On our way out, Zhixin had a sudden urge to look at the I-future exhibits again, where we then found Kersheng, Thomas and another guy STILL glued to the soccer game thing. Might I add that they had been at it since the beginning of Creation (fine, maybe not that long). So Zhixin here decided that she was extremely interested in it too, and began to watch the game, and subsequently abandoned me to play against Thomas. Yeah, so I basically walked around staring at all the games, and tried to play a car racing one, in which I didn't even manage to get the car started. Yayy for me. XD No Lara Croft, so Zhixin couldn't have her commit suicide again (cough vivocough). Awww.

Ahhh what's the obsession with video games and soccer? Fine, I'm a total IT retard, so I can't say anything. XD

I think I was being pretty antisocial, cos I didn't talk to anyone at all, and basically just walked around feeling awed at how the whole group of them could play those video games. Just looking at those buttons confused me. But I was damn tired can. I'm usually more cheerful. XD

Went home and slept for uh, goodness knows how long. AND still feeling tired.

Ahhhhh. Wakeupwakeupwakeup! *splashes water on face*

Random post

2007-03-02T23:38:00.000-08:00

Darneth Maths PT. I HATEHATEHATE conditional probability! I tell you my probability sucks. We've been doing crappy topics so far. Statistics (I've had enough of graphs to last me a lifetime), probability, circular measure AND trigo. For some reason, the Maths department seems to be in love with trigo. We've done it in Sec 2, 3 and now 4 too. :(

Currently a ginormous tv is being set up in my home. Yayyy. I'm going to re-watch Casino Royale and The Da Vinci Code on the new tv which finally has a screen which will do justice to Daniel and Silas. :D Wheeeee. Yes I'm the president of the insane fangirl club (as appointed by Zhihua) AND the IT retard club, the deprived childhood club and the geek club (I don't care Zhihua! I've usurped you!).

On another note, I'm not gonna bother with SSEF anymore. It's so annoyinggggggggg. I have to miss an entire day of lessons on Wednesday thanks to it, and come home exhausted only to have to study for Chem SPA the next day. How very wonderful. As I'm at long last done with the highly annoying poster, I shall spend around ten minutes putting together a speech, and then totally ignore Q & A session. After all, I didn't prepare for last year's YSC, and answered impromptu, so I shall just do that again. Heeheehee.

AND I got 4/6 for my oscar predictions! Thankyouthankyou. It wasn't that difficult, cos it was quite obvious who was going to win. Oh, and I guessed Best Animation Picture correctly too! But anyone can do that really. Out of Happy Feet, Cars and Monster House, it's quite obvious that it's Happy Feet. But my dad, who knows nothing of such stuff, was highly impressed by my prediction abilities. XD

And now I've to go fuss over Maths PT again! Bye!

Oscars!

2007-02-25T04:26:00.000-08:00

Oscar awards are tomorrow! 9.30 am, though, how sad. There'll be repeat telecast at 10 pm, till 1 am. Ok, why am I saying this here?

ANYWAY.

I am about to summon the powers of my Inner Eye and make my own predictions for the awards! Shush while I gaze into the depths of the crystal ball.

Ah. I See them now.

Best Director - Martin Scorsese. I wonder if I've spelt his name correctly. I wanted Clint Eastwood to win, cos the movie he's nominated for is Letters From Iwo Jima, and any movie with Shido Nakamura in it pwns. XD
Best Picture - Babel. Newspaper articles have disagreed with me, choosing Little Miss Sunshine or The Departed instead, but me thinks it'll be Babel.
Best Actor - Forrest Whitaker. I wanted Ryan Gosling to win! But I think it's pretty hopeless for him.
Best Actress - Helen Mirren. I think that's kinda obvious. Unless some dark horse suddenly pulls a surprise on everyone.
Best Supporting Actor - Eddie Murphy.
Best Supporting Actress - Jennifer Hudson (hot favorite) or Rinko Kikuchi. I think it'd be less surprising for Jennifer Hudson to win, but you never know. Oscars like to be given to soulful roles like Rinko Kikuchi's in Babel. Remember Adrien Brody's oscar-winning role as tortured artist pianist Wladyslaw Szpilman? He was the youngest actor ever to win the Best Actor Oscar!

Come tomorrow night, I shall see how accurate I am. XD

Oh, and...

HAPPY BIRTHDAY ARIAS! <333

Lines and parallelograms

2007-02-24T06:59:00.001-08:00

Awww nothing amusing to blog about. There's the line incident, but Zhixin has already declared that on her blog. Grrr.

Oh well. Beggars can't be choosers.

So...one nice Philo lesson...

Me: Zhixin, do we have any homework for Bio tod- (catches sight of what the evil girl has written on her worksheet - "YINFEI IS A LINE! :)")
Zhixin: Heeheehee!
Me: WHAT THE H- (shuts up when Mr Ow turns around and fixes a quizzical eye on the pair of us)
Me: (whispering) I am so not a line! (grabs worksheet, and scribbes - "ZHIXIN IS A (because I couldn't think of anything else) PARALLELOGRAM!")
Baaaaaad idea.
Zhixin: I have more dimensions than you! Parallelograms are 2-D! Lines are 1-D!
SHOOT. Should have thought of something else. But then Zhixin had already taken the best idea. Garn.

So this ensued for the rest of the lesson, with her laughing about her having more dimensions than me. >.<

At the end of the lesson, I discovered that the protractor I had very nicely lent Lydia and Leican was gone.

Me: Eh, who has my protractor!
Zhixin: Who has Yinfei's protractor! (oh well, at least she was nice enough to help)
...
...
...
Eventually, I discover it in Mr Ow's basket. Veeeeeery smart, Lydia.
Zhixin: (standing in the doorway) Hurry up, line!
Me: I am not a line! And it was because I was looking for my parallelo- (whooooops. Stupid Zhixin, she got me all distracted with parallelograms! I meant to say "protractor", duh)
Zhixin: HAHAHAHAHA! YOUR PARALLELOGRAM IS HERE, DEAR!
Mr Ow: You meant to say protractor, didn't you Yinfei?
Me: Yes, it's all because of her!
Zhixin: Hurry up line!
Me: I AM NOT A LINE!
Mr Ow: Don't be mean to your friends.
Me: Yes, she's mean!
Zhixin: Since when! I'm so nice lor!
Me: Whateverrrrr.

Zhixin = nice? Eh, nonono. Not suitable. Not at all. XD

And you people, just tell me about the Silas thing already! I won't bite. (be warned: shou bi you ke neng hui tuo jiu - just ask Zhihua) (translation: arm leaves socket)

Professor of HP

2007-02-19T02:37:00.000-08:00

Among the people I know in school, there're many who could give me a run for my money in terms of HP knowledge. But after a veeeery interesting new year dinner at my cousin's house, I found myself to be a real EXPERT in the field (only in my family, that is). Yesyes, I have to mind the ego. XD

Well, see, Chamber of Secrets was showing on TV that night, as some people would know, and we all decided to watch it, although we only realized it was showing when the show was near its end. It was at the part where Harry enters the chamber of secrets, where he meets Tom and heroically *coughcough* rescues Ginny (I say leave her there to die).

I include extracts from the conversation for everyone's reading pleasure:

Cousin A: (seeing Tom) Hey! That one look like the guy who was dancing with Hermione in the fourth movie!
Riddle looks like Krum?!? Nononononono. They're like how different?!?
Me: NO, of course not! They look completely different!
Cousin A: Are you suuuuuuuuure or not?
Me: OF COURSE LAH! (omg, Riddle looks like Krum - can you bear that thought? I mean, nothing against Krum, but Riddle's obviously better)
Eventually, I gathered that it was CEDRIC DIGGORY she was referring to, as "the guy who was dancing with Hermione in the fourth movie".
Me: NO, it was Cho Chang whom Cedric was dancing with, not Hermione.
Cousin A: Who's Cho Chang?
Me: Nevermind.
Ok, fine, Cedric looks like Tom in the sense that they're both kind of handsome.

And yet another more amusing one...
This was the part where Fawkes flies to Harry and cries on his wound, thus healing it.
Cousin B: Oh look! The pigeon's tears are washing away the blood!
Me: *splutters and almost spits out drink* PIGEON?!? NO, IT'S A PHOENIX! And it's not just washing away the blood, it's healing the wound! Phoenix tears have miraculous healing properties!
Cousin C: Waaaaaah, professor of HP!
Me: Whateverrrrrrrr. Anyone should know that Fawkes is a phoenix!

And the GRAND FINALE...
This part is when Harry, Ron and Professor Lockhart are standing in the toilet, wondering how to open the Chamber.
Cousin B: (pointing at Lockhart) Hey, that's Voldemort right?
O.M.G. LOCKHART --- VOLDEMORT?!? OMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMG.
THAT. WAS. HILARIOUS.
Me: NOOOOOOOOOOOO! Oh my god! What gave you that idea! That's Professor Lockhart!
Cousin C: No lor! That's Voldemort! Don't talk rubbish!
Me: Do you have any idea how absolutely RIDICULOUS what you just said was?!? Oh man, wait till I tell my friends (who certainly know better) about this!
Cousin C: It IS Voldemort!
Me: WHATEVER. I shall not speak to ignorant people.
I mean, would Voldemort be standing meekly by Harry and Ron, going, "Please, boys, no, please...", be held at wandpoint by them, and subsequently get pushed down a long tunnel by them? Yesyesyes, very interesting deduction. Bunch of ignoramuses!

The only saving grace for them...
Cousin B: Hey, what school do they go to?
Me: Hogwarts.
Cousin B: What house is Harry in?
Me: Gryffindor.
Cousin B: What house is that bad guy in?
Me: If you mean Malfoy, Slytherin.
Cousin B: Oh, I prefer Slytherin.
Me: YES, ME TOO! (at last, something sensible from their lips)
Cousin B: The mascot, Malfoy, he's more handsome than Harry.
Me: MASCOT?!?
Ok, he deserves credit for saying Malfoy's more handsome than Harry, but "mascot"?!? Oh well. Sigh.

More interesting things:
1. Cousin B was under the impression that Dumbledore died in the fourth book. And when I was all, "NO, it's the sixth book!", he wouldn't hear any of it.
2. After a very exasperating time dealing with HP ignoramuses (who were veeeeeeery skeptical of what I had corrected them), I shamelessly declared, "Listen, NO ONE can beat me in terms of HP knowledge ok!". Not my fault ok! They were all going, "Are you suuuuuuure or not?" to perfectly certain facts like Lockhart does not = Voldemort. Cousin D then goes, "No, I can!" Right. She doesn't even know what Malfoy's first name is? How can she beat me!

At the end of the gathering, everyone had labelled me "HP professor". I declare myself PRO. Yes indeed.

Happy valentine's day!

2007-02-14T05:18:00.000-08:00

HAPPY VALENTINE'S DAY EVERYONE!
Yay love is in the air! Hahaha.

Lu lao shi is so funny. ^_^ She was giving us dating advice today! With numerous references to her dear Robert, whom we recently found out is not her husband after all. Oh, and she was telling us all about her experiences when she was young. "我曾经也年轻过！" Hahahaha. "不可以乱乱让人拉你的手！"

And the moment I stepped into class, Jnanee said "Happy valentine's day Yinfei! I hope you have a great time with your 20 husbands!" I so DO NOT have 20 husbands! Humph. Zhixin, who craves for freedom, has divorced all four husbands of hers. Zhihua is still clinging on to her three. And when I asked her who she was spending V day with..."ALL of them, of course!"

Even I am not that, uh, prone to sharing. XD

Ok, super-short post here, I know. But I have to go for dinner now. Bye! *hugs everyone* *and sprinkles roses everywhere (stolen from Erik XD)*

Fun chem prac

2007-02-08T04:31:00.000-08:00

Today's Chem prac was so fun! XD Yayy. It was one of the rare times when I actually understood exactly what we were doing, and where the whole experiment was heading to. I love QA! QA rocks! *hugs QA* Not that my QA's good or anything, but I think it's really fun. :)

And I actually could have a discussion with Arias on what reagents S and T could be! That's saying something, seeing that Arias is the pro Bio and Chem person. Wheeeeee. Usually, I stare blankly as she rattles off stuff which might as well be greek to me. Oh, and the labelling of the reagents (S and T) brought some very interesting comments too. :)

(Leican pours reagent S into a test-tube, and right over Zhixin's worksheets and a bit of my notebook, thus resulting in the reagent spilling all over the aforesaid objects.)
Me: Leican! You're spilling it all over!
Leican: Oops!
Zhixin: LEICAN! OH MY GOD! MY WORKSHEETS!
Arias: What happened?
Zhixin: LEICAN SPILLED S ALL OVER MY WORKSHEET! (which sounds like, uh, a part of the human anatomy, don't you think?)

And...

(I'm pouring reagent T into a test-tube, SAFELY over the sink)
Leican: Yinfei! Where's T? I want T! I want T!
Zhixin: You can go look for him in the staffroom.
Hahahahahahaha that was so funny! XD
Next thing, Arias goes looking for T too, and Zhixin repeats her nice punchline. (Oh, and "Arias loves teatime" was written on our whiteboard later, although that has nothing to do with what happened during Chem prac.)

All in all, a highly amusing day, except for the fact that we have to do a Chinese compo, seeing that we slacked throughout the block, refusing to do it. X( Zhihua and I spent the time VERY productively, discussing about how FANTASTIC her YSC presentation was, and how people would be throwing money on the stage, and how they would be staring non-stop at the screen (which Zhihua insists is a result of their brains going mushy (shui shui de, in her words XD) due to the lan-ness of the presentation). Like real lah, Zhihua! Where got lan! Top three in Singapore leh! AND can get questioned too! (Zhihua: Starry-eyed, hmm?)

Ok, better get back to Chinese compo now. XD

Angst

2007-02-07T03:02:00.000-08:00

Warning: This is going to be a pretty angsty post (at least I think it's going to be). So anyone who doesn't like angsty posts, please avoid reading this. Actually, I'd rather people DID read it, so I can explain myself.

Well, what I wanted to say was: I'm sorry for yesterday's bout of depression. I know it's really silly getting upset over things like Physics prac results, but it really wasn't just that. I mean, that triggered off everything else, but still, I feel stupid for letting myself get depressed over something like that.

I mean, I know I'm a perfectionist. I was born that way, and I don't like the way I am either. But I just can't seem to change. I'd love to change, and be someone who can just go down for recess immediately after the lesson's over, instead of packing everything up first. But the thing is, I've had a few scares before, of losing my things when I just left them on the table. I used to leave stuff on the table before going for recess, in Sec 1, and then when I lost a few worksheets and my calculator for almost two weeks, I began the habit of packing everything up. I know, it's not a good habit. BUT I CAN'T CHANGE.

Well, that day, when I got the results down wrong, I just started thinking about how pathetic it is to be so hopeless at practicals all the time. Then I saw how Zhixin and Jnanee could get the results just fine, and I felt even worse. I remembered the times I had to turn to Zhixin, Leican or Arias for help during practicals. I remembered how I just couldn't dare to go near any fires, even the tiny bunsen burner flame.

Then, at that moment, Jnanee said that I was a perfectionist. No, no, it's not your fault Jnanee, it's mine. I shouldn't have been sensitive, and I know what you said was true. But it just so happened that I was thinking about how, even when I'm such a perfectionist, I still somehow botch things up, as compared to people who WEREN'T perfectionists and who could still do everything right. So, yes, that threw me here into a bout of depression.

I'm sorry to Zhixin and Jnanee that they had to endure my angst throughout the lesson. I always hide it even if I'm upset, and I only show it if I'm REALLY upset. Like the episode of the Lit PT. I don't want to spoil a good day just because I start showing my unhappiness. That's why I feel bad for letting my depression show yesterday.

It won't happen again. I'm only truly happy in school, so I don't want to waste it. That day, when I told Zhihua that I liked school, she told me that she could not even begin describing to me how much she detested school. Mugger label then slapped on me. Yes, I detest the work. But when you have great friends to cheer you up no matter how sad you are, it's really a great place. That's why I like school.

So it won't happen again. And sorry to those who had to read an angsty post. I promise the next one will be more cheerful.

Ambigrams galore

2007-02-04T00:37:00.000-08:00

I have just taken a liking to something under the influence of Zhixin, once again (oh drat, I must start distancing myself from her). Grrr. Nevermind, I shall exact my vengeance when Zhihua and I hatch a devious plot to hypnotize Zhixin's husbands to tag at her blog at the same time, thus letting them find out about each other! Muahahahahahahaha we shall watch the sparks fly!

Anyway. That something.

AMBIGRAMS! Yes, those upside-down things sold during StarLit Night. Anyway, I have been doing tonnes of them. Although not as many as Zhixin. Of course lah, she started earlier than me! I wish I could post them, although they are truly awful-looking, but I'm too lazy. XD My first one, "Draco", was really awful, and looked a lot like "Drace". And not to mention the alphabets were really roundy and circly, reminding me of worms curled up. But the following ones were not bad. *ahem* So I did "Jack", "Merridew", "Adrien", "Bond" (which was a disaster, it looked like "Bund"!) and, uh, "DC". XD

Then Zhixin told me about how her sis's classmate did something like, uh, her name on one side, then turn it upside-down and it reads her crush's name. So, inspired by that, I did a "Yinfei-Adrien" one, because out of all my obsessions, only his name has six letters like mine. Zhixin, all horrified, went "Oh my god Yinfei! Don't tell me you tried DC! Don't tell me!". I was like "NO, I DIDN'T Zhixin, calm down! What do you take me for!". (Her answer was "a very obsessed girl", but nevermind).

Then I did my masterpiece! The "Zhihua-Anakin" one was simply marvellous!
Zhixin: OH MY GOD SO COOL! Yinfei, I'm so proud of you! You have learnt from the master! You have graduated!

Thankyou I know I rock. XD Zhihua was pretty pleased (duh).

Yes, I know this is a short post. But whatever. I really gotta finish reading Macbeth (darn him). X(

Bored

2007-01-28T02:59:00.000-08:00

Darn. Nothing to blog about.

I'm just blogging so that people won't see the nice happy birthday greetings as the first post. That's pretty darn outdated.

I'm looking forward to the oscar awards! For some reason, I seem to be alone in my enthusiasm. Perhaps it's cos people don't read the Life! section in the newspapers every day. Unlike a certain me. XD

I tell you, the Life! section is really informative. Just read it everyday and you can be as knowledgeable as me (darn, I'm showing my innate zhixiness)! That is, in terms of celebrity knowledge. *coughcough* It's not difficult, really! My dad goes on and on about how I should be reading the straits times *falls asleep*, and if I just read it everyday, I'll become very knowledgeable (yes, I have no better word to use) about politics and stuff. And strangely, the same goes for the celebrity stuff! I just read Life! everyday and my celebrity quotient has increased like crazy since Sec 2. XD

But some people are pro-er than me, like Jill. I have to thank her for tutoring me in the first place, and for influencing me to take an interest in this kind of stuff. Heeheehee.

If you talk soccer, though, it's Zhixin who's the champion. I think if I every do join Who Wants to be a Millionaire?, I'll choose to call Zhixin if they ask me anything about soccer.

Speaking of soccer, Zhixin didn't know that I knew there was a club called Atletico Madrid! And she took so long to guess it when we were playing hangman during philo. Zhixin, after hearing your rants about Fernando Torres for almost a year, how could I not know! Hahahahahaha. And she forgot what horcruxes were! Might I add that my knowledge of harry potter terminology rocks too. As compared to a certain Zhixin, that is. XD At least Zhihua remembers what horcruxes are. Well, that's actually not surprising, seeing that those are the things which her Tommy keeps bits of his soul in. ^_^

Ooh, turns out I did have something to blog about. See, blogging helps get your creative juices flowing! And that is why I disagree that "blogging has little worth beyond allowing the individual to indulge in exhibitionism". For a full explaination why, please refer to my english formative essay, which is a very pro (not) four-and-a-quarter pages long one.

Happy birthday, Zhihua! And ouch.

2007-01-24T01:39:00.000-08:00

HAPPY BIRTHDAY ZHIHUA! XD
My dear little punching snowball emoticon's sixteen!
Whoa, I just can't believe it. You're actually legal for NC16 movies! Just don't forget your IC, cos I doubt the ticket-selling people would believe you.
I WANNA BE SIXTEEN TOO! Then I can move on from sneaking into NC16 movies to sneaking into M18 movies! Muahahahahahahaha!
Zhixin's in luck too, cos she can now watch NC16 movies too, but that's as long as she brings Zhihua along with her.
Imaginary conversation:
Ticket-seller: (eyeing ZX and ZH suspiciously) Erm...you two are sixteen? Let me see your ICs.
Zhihua: (slams IC on counter) I'm sixteen! How dare you.
Ticket-seller: (looks at IC) Oh, you are! (expresses great surprise) What about her, then? (points to Zhixin)
Zhixin: Idiot! Can't you tell I'm her identical twin! If she's sixteen, of course I'm sixteen too! See, I'm taller than her! That's cos I was born 30 seconds after her!
Ticket-seller: Oh, yes, yes, the resemblance is startling! (hands tickets over)

And ta-da! Both of them get in. XD

On another note, my teeth HURT. I just went for my dental appointment today. I thought I'd have to put on retainers, and was dreading it and all, but now, come to think of it, I'd rather have them than what I've got in my mouth now. My dentist wants me to put rubber bands in my teeth! And I'm scared to open my mouth too wide in case they snap or anything. And I have to take them out during dinner, and then put new ones in again. Myself. I've tried it before, and seriously, it's tortuous. I just can't seem to hook the darn things on. Grrr. X(

Owowowowowowowowow. I'd take retainers any day! Oh man. I can't wait for the day when I can smile properly again. It's a good thing I've been laughing a lot this past week, so I'd have made up for not being able to laugh properly from now onwards. Gosh, I sound like a lunatic. Don't worry, I've been laughing for a REASON.

I realize my links are only a pathetic few. That's cos I'm too lazy to link people. Oh well. I shall some day, when I feel like it.

And now, back to Chem worksheet.

PC achieved! :)

2007-01-23T04:32:00.000-08:00

MUAHAHAHAHAHA I GOT MY PC!
YAYYYYYYY. ^_^
Am I pro or what.
Now I can play on every course in Singapore!
*whoops*

POTO trailer

2007-01-22T22:35:00.000-08:00

Act 1 Scene 1

(Sitting in front of the TV. Mum is checking the share market. Screen shows a gazillion figures which might as well be greek to bored me.)

(Suddenly, poto soundtrack fills the room.) (Cue excited shrieks from me, and even more excited shrieks from imaginary Zhihua.)

Sound from TV: The Phantom of the Opera is coming to... ... (drowned out by squeals and uncontrollable shrieks from me)
Me: MA!!! TURNBACKTURNBACKTURNBACK!
Mum: What?
Me: TURN BACK!!!!!!!!!!!!!! PHANTOM OF THE OPERA TRAILER'S ON!
Mum: Turn back where?
Me: TURN BACK TO NORMAL SCREEN! QUICKQUICKQUICK!
Mum: Huh?
Me: (screams in agony as beautiful music slowly fades away)
Sound from TV: (marigold peel fresh advertisement)
Mum: Turn where?
Me: Oh nevermind... ...it's OVER. NOOOOOOOOO!

Grrrrr. I think my mum was doing that on purpose! Shall bug her day and night till she lets me go watch poto musical with Zhihua. My dad says it's no problem, but my mum was all, "We'll see." Meaning that it all depends on how guai I'll be. :(

At least I saw the trailer once on TV before, unlike poor Zhihua, whose affection for Erik far exceeds mine. :) But I just felt like seeing it again, which was why I got all excited when I heard that familiar, haunting tune. Although my Erik obsession lasted for a grand total of one week, I still feel a bit of that fangirlish feeling coming back every time I hear the soundtrack.

Wheeeeeee. MUST WATCH POTO! YESYESYES.

Man, I sound like Zhihua. Don't be mistaken, people, this is still Yinfei's blog. ^_^

A Zhixin week

2007-01-20T04:29:00.000-08:00

OMG TOMORROW IS MY PC TEST!!! damndamndamndamndamn. I haven't touched a golf club for like how long?!? Oh mannn.

I did steal a sand wedge from my dad to swing it around in his room, but it just isn't the same as a driving range, for obvious reasons. For instance, I can't do a full swing (at full speed) for fear of smashing the glass cabinets and the hanging lamp. And there's no ball, so I have no idea if I had just swung a good shot.

I'm so going to fail! X(

Ok, nevermind. On a happier note, there were a number of extremely interesting events which took place over the span of last week, and most of which, I might mention, involved Zhixin. Talk about coincidence! *coughcough*

First, Zhixin's famous mutation into a plant. Don't glare at me like that Zhixin! I have evidence ok!
1. She has been basking continuously in the sunlight, leaping into whatever oh-so-glorious sunlit patch she can find, and taking detours (sunlit ones) to the canteen.
2. She went to the toilet and dunked water onto her hair (or should I say, root hairs).
3. She tried strangling me, and when I said, "Plants don't strangle people!", she was all, "Don't you remember the devil's snare?". Thus ensued an argument over devil's snares and herbology. For non-HP fans, or those who haven't gotten round to memorizing the book yet, devil's snares do not like light or heat!
And in case some people haven't realized, the above are signs of photosynthesis and water absorption through root hairs. Zhixin the mutant! *gasps*

Secondly, the Zhixin vs The Vitasoy Packet duel.
Dear Zhixin decided to drink vitasoy during lunch. Which is actually nothing wrong, unless you have a tendency to convert the most normal things into catastrophes (coughzhixincough). So what happened was, Zhixin here shoved her straw into the packet with erm, too much force, and the straw promptly disappeared beneath the watery depths of the packet. After much clawing at the packet and trying desperately to retrieve the straw, she decided that she would do better tearing the packet open instead.

The poooooor packet. By the time Zhixin the evil mutant plant was done with it, it looked even more disfigured than Zhihua's Erik. I think it had more scars than Erik's, Anakin's and V's put together. And the best part is, the darn packet still wasn't torn open! It had loads of paper and plastic hanging off it, till only the cardboard layer remained. Ah, I can't describe it. I really wanted to take a pic of it, but unfortunately, I didn't bring my handphone down. But Jnanee and Zhixin both did, so they took the pics of the vitasoy packet for the obituary. Sniffsniff. Jnanee claims the vitasoy packet was a brave soldier who fought against Zhixin for Jnanee, so that she could usurp her world ruler status. Awww. We gave the vitasoy packet a proper burial, don't worry. "So well thy words become thee as thy wounds, they smack of honour both." Copyrighted from Duncan.

And that's not all! Zhixin eventually decided that she was totally unable to tear the packet open, so she went for a second straw.
Me: Best idea you had all day, Zhixin.
But guess what happened? Well, the second straw joined his mummy the first straw in the watery depths of the vitasoy packet too. Omg Zhixin, you're damn pro can!

After we were all done laughing (at the same time attracting the curious stares of everyone at the table), Jnanee offered to do the honours of ripping the packet open for Zhixin. And she managed it in one rip! Zhixin's too dainty! No strength at all! Speaking of which, I had to help her eject all her pipette tips during The Ultimate Killer Bio Prac. But that's another story.

And now I have to go fill my stomach so that I'll have energy to pass that darn PC test tomorrow. Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh!

Darn Bio journal

2007-01-17T06:47:00.000-08:00

I. HATE. BIO. JOURNAL.
GRRR.

Over with SMP

2007-01-10T03:41:00.000-08:00

I am doneth with SMP! Well, done with this part, at least. There's still SSEF, but I shall worry about that later. I can't believe the application itself is already such a damn hassle! I shudder to think of what SSEF itself's gonna be like. >.<

I really should be doing that nice little Bio journal (thanks a lot, Bio teachers), but because of my current celebratory mood, I have decided to switch on the addictive com to amuse myself for a while. But as I'm not exactly adept in doing long posts, I forsee this shall be a short one. Another random post for me! Wheee. XD

I shall treat myself to a movie soon, despite the nice litle Maths review test (thanks a lot, Maths teachers). There's a whole long list of movies I want to catch!

1. The Queen. Maybe it's cos of the hype, but I do feel like seeing Helen Mirren's performance for myself, and see if it's as good as the critics say it is.
2. Night at the Museum. Did I get the spelling right? Oh nevermind. I remember saying that I wanted to see it when I saw the trailer in Vivocity cinema. (Zhihua shrieked and ran out of the cinema when the T-rex on the screen roared.) But I heard it's not a scary movie (trust me, I wouldn't want to watch it if it was). Rather, it's more of a "family movie".
3. HOLLYWOODLAND! XD I don't know what the plot is, and I don't care. I just want to watch it. That's enough hints that one of my obsessions is in it. =)

I know there's a few more, but for some reason, I can't seem to recall the rest. Nevermind. I shall post again if I remember them. And I want to watch my dvds too! Sigh. I should have watched all of them during the hols. Now that school's open again, I wonder if I'll ever have the time. Sighsighsigh. =(

There. I said this was going to be a short post. Ta-ta! Back to Bio journal, Macbeth, and darn Maths test. What a cruel world.

First random post

2007-01-08T04:42:00.000-08:00

This shall be my first ever random post, about nothing in particular at all, quite similar, actually, to those that Zhixin always does, you know, about the day in general and all that.

I'm currently pulling out large quantities of hair (or at least, I'm trying to - it's a good thing I'm not successful, seeing the state of my hair) due to the pitiable state of my SSEF application. I have just discovered that there is an SSEF entry form to be filled in too, which I can't believe I have not discovered until now, despite having caught sight of those mysterious forms under Zhihua's arm every RS session. Sigh. And there's that stupid digital photograph. Why should they want to know how I look like? And why digital! I wish I could just give them a copy of my IC photo, cos I actually look quite chio (thankyouthankyou - Lee Zhixin, all your fault! I'm getting ego too) in it, and that's also the reason why I don't want to give it up either. :( Oh well. At least I don't have to worry about forms involving dangerous chemicals, hazardous biological agents, human/animal subjects, whatever. Maths is sooo nice and safe. :) Haha, Jnanee! She has to fill in those forms cos of her use of a laser (which she laments aren't like the cool Star Wars lightsaber way).

School was ok, I suppose. Our new Physics teacher bears an uncanny resemblance to Peter Pettigrew. :) (Jnanee claims she has never before visualized Peter Pettigrew before, cos of her concentration on "hotter" characters like Sirius Black.) But he looks like a really nice person. So smiley and all. BUT I CAN'T BELIEVE BIO JOURNAL IS GRADED!!! Argh. Whywhywhywhywhywhywhywhy? I hate pasting worksheets in some dumb notebook. That's just not my study style. And having to make really nice neat notes too, for the sake of getting high grades, when I so prefer my own messy style of note-taking. Sigh. Grrr.

I suppose that's the end of my random post. Congratulate me, everyone! And now I must get back to that damnable SMP.

Back to school

2007-01-02T02:14:00.000-08:00

Last day of school holiday. :( Sigh. All good things must come to an end. It almost seems like yesterday that I was whooping and jumping up and down in joy after the Physics EOY paper. I'd imagined myself doing this post a good few times. About how sad and stuff it is to return to school after two and a half months of bliss.

But actually, it's not THAT sad to return to school. The only reason why I'm dreading the re-opening is the darn maths review test. Grrr. It's pure EVIL to dump a test (and an SA too!) on us immediately after school opens. Like, hello? It's fine to switch from holiday mode to homework mode, but it's SO not fine to switch from holiday mode to exam mode. Too extreme. And to be tested on three topics too. Grrrrrrrrrrr. My cousin from Malaysia said that if her school did that, she'd cry. But like Arias said, "We shall not quail in the face of the lunacy of the administration!". Hahahahahahaha. Yes, we're strong people indeed.

Maths test aside, I think it'd be pretty fun to return to school really, and get to see the twin zebras, Janana, Arias-the-split-personality and Queen L. And all the rest of crazy 309/409. Ok, ok, Zhixin, you can be a lion. I can just hear your protests at being called a zebra already. :)

Anyone care to help me count the number of days left before our 2007 year-end holidays? :D

2007!

2006-12-31T08:58:00.000-08:00

HAPPY NEW YEAR EVERYONE!!! XD
Was busy watching Countdown 2007 on TV just now, and thus neglected to blog. XD
Anyway...
Am relatively more cheerful now, and I think I MIGHT not be so ugly after all.
Zhihua: Hair GROWS, you know!
Oh well.
Anyway, some of you very lucky and blessed people would have received a sweet email from me wishing you all a very happy new year! So I'm very early in my festive wishes this time ok, Zhixin! Hmph.
Hahaha. Anyway.
HAVE A GREAT YEAR AHEAD! XD

Ugly hair :(

2006-12-31T03:40:00.000-08:00

Gah. :( I just got my hair cut today!
And now...
I look like...
Gosh, I don't even know what.
:(
:(
:(
WHY?!?
Yinfei now has a hood over her head as she is currently too ugly to face anyone.
Poor ugly me. :(
And on New Year's Eve too. :(
Speaking of New Year's Eve. My post wishing everyone a very happy new year'll be coming up soon. Hopefully I'll sound more cheerful by then.
*cries*

Hokkaido!

2006-12-16T02:12:00.000-08:00

TA-TA DARLINGS!
Yinfei's off to Hokkaido! She'll miss everyone. :D
Yep, I'm flying tonight! At 12 midnight sharp. XD Hope I can get to sleep on the plane. Usually, on these night flights, I only get about half an hour to one hour's worth of sleep! And just when I had gotten to sleep, it's time for breakfast, and the air stewardesses will be threatening to clear my tray soon unless I get up and eat it. :(
YAY! SKIING! I've been waiting for this ever since last year's trip. Can't wait to get on those skis again! Ok, I sound like as if I'm pro at this. I'm SO NOT. Well, at least I can move down a hill on them. Hills! XD <333
I'll be back on the 23rd! Around midnight too. So till then, bye! :D
P.S: Kersh and Zhihua, don't be mad! Sorrysorry. X(
P.P.S: Help keep my tagboard alive, ok?

Freaks

2006-12-06T04:36:00.000-08:00

Talk about the pot calling the kettle black. Freak to YOU, Mr Can't-seem-to-see-my-own-reflection-in-the-mirror. Ok, I'm fast-forwarding. Back to the start.
I was at Telecom today with my mum, who wanted to get a new handphone. So I was sitting there, feeling really bored and all, when I spotted this guy and his (probably) girlfriend. I was initially pretty irritated with him already. I mean, he kept talking in this SUPER loud voice (and might I add raspy too), and behaving really dumb. He had too little of a horizontal challenge, and his hair looked, um, weird. I would elaborate more were I not afraid that someone would eventually read this. You know how it is about blogs these days. Anyway. Here's what I overheard between him and his girl:
She: Christopher! Sweetheart!
He: Yes?
(they were standing pretty far away from each other, by the way, he was at the counter, she wasn't, thus the need to call out in this manner)
She: Did you really go out in that horrible haircut last night? (ha! see? even his girl thinks his hair's weird)
He: OH YES! I DID! AND YOU KNOW WHO I SAW THERE? (whoa there. do you HAVE to talk so loudly?)
She: Who?
He: THE FREAK! I SAW THE FREAK!
She: Who's the freak?
And THEN... ...
He: PAUL TWOHILL!
Right, now THAT really got my attention. I was writing some stuff, so I wasn't looking at them at first. I didn't pay much attention cos I thought that he might have been referring to his friend as "the freak". But when I heard that, I tell you, I looked up instantly! I thought he even looked a little suprised that I would suddenly look up when I had been keeping my head down the whole time. I stared at him like anything!
Then his girl started giggling and all, and then I wasn't sure what they said after that anymore, mostly because I was too busy fuming to hear anything else. XD
Ok, fine, maybe I am over-reacting. I guess I'm a little biased and prejudiced. But all the same! I was thinking, "YOU'RE more of a freak than HE is.". I think I might have muttered it out loud too. It's a good thing I don't have a voice like Zhixin's, otherwise he might have heard me!
Oh well. Everyone has his/her own opinion. And in MY opinion, Paul's not a freak! You want freaks? Take a look at Ron Weasley, who's probably the biggest freak around, or perhaps something (yes, someTHING) worse than a freak.
Paul. Is. Not. A. Freak. He's cuuuuuuuuute. :) :) :)
End of story. XD
(Zhixin, don't die again! You realize there's a limit to the number of lives you have.)
Note: I mean no offence to the guy at Telecom, or his girlfriend. I just happen to disagree with them on the definition of freakishness. :D

Malaysia trip

2006-12-01T04:43:00.000-08:00

Wheee. Just got back from Malaysia. Lucky Zhixin gets to stay there for nine days, while I could only stay for five. :( Oh well. There's always Hokkaido to look forward too. SKIIIIIIING! SNOOOOOOW! HOT SPRINGS! Yayyy. :D
I was in KL at the same time that Zhixin was, but we didn't get to see each other. Awww. I did sms her a couple of times to tell her that I was at Times Square, and was staying there till around 4 pm, and would she happen to be going too? Well, she said she MIGHT be, but didn't in the end. Sighz.
My dad bought the Casino Royale dvd! But I don't really want to watch it on a small, miserable little TV. I'd much rather watch it on the big screen! So I don't care, I still am, dvd present or not. OMG DANIEL CRAIG! <333 EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE! Isn't he just so HOT. And Zhixin can't come out with her usual criticism of my obsessions, "I bet he doesn't have abs!" Well, DC number 2 certainly does! Don't I just love detention classes.
My cousins forced me to watch House of Wax in the hotel room. Well, when I heard it wasn't ghost-scary, but rather, just violent and gory, then I agreed to it. Cos I really really can't take horror movies, but violent and gory ones, well, let's just say I can take those better. After all, I'm not Mrs Jack Merridew for nothing. :D In House of Wax, though, I didn't get to see a pig's-head-on-a-stick, but I did get to see Paris-Hilton's-head-on-a-stick. Complete with trickling blood and "red stuff". And, well, a lot of other gory stuff. Hmm. Me thinks I'm using "stuff" far too much.
After watching the show, though, the face of the baddie (the psycho who keeps murdering people) kept popping up in my mind. I tell you, that's one scary face. To me, at least. But after finding out some of the storyline from my cousin (cos I didn't watch the first part of the show), I kinda felt sorry for the guy. After all, he was tricked by his brother to do all that bad stuff, and it's not his fault cos he had some traumatic childhood...or something like that. Hey, I just realized something! I think Zhihua would like him a lot. After all, he fulfills all her basic requirements:
1. He's a baddie. An evil guy.
2. He wears a cloak! Or a cape. Something along those lines.
3. He wears a mask. Although it IS made of wax. (duh)
4. Most importantly...he's DISFIGURED! And on one side of his face too! That's why he wears the mask.
Zhihua does have interesting requirements. So I suggest that TA, Qiwen, Kersheng, desperate Korean neighbour, whatever (whoa, Zhihua sure has many suitors), all go disfigure themselves (on one side of the face) and get together a cloak/cape and mask combo outfit. And go murder some people to prove their evil side. :) Don't I just love to advertise my friends. First Arias, now Zhihua. :) FUN.

Casino Royale!

2006-11-20T05:43:00.000-08:00

OMG I WANNA WATCH CASINO ROYALE!!!
To: Mrs Malfoy, Mrs Skywalker and Mrs Almasy
How about it? :D
From: Mrs Merridew

RI logo

2006-11-19T03:57:00.000-08:00

My latest mentor consultation session was absolutely hilarious. :) More hilarious than before, at least. As most people would already know, my mentor is someone who can say the, um, most interesting things.
I feel so sorry for the poor RI school logo. Well, what happened was that my mentor had received this letter from RI asking him to be a mentor for their Research Education Programme (or something of that sort...aiyah, basically it's a version of our RS). He seemed to think that it was an extremely hilarious letter (don't ask me why), and was going, "Read it! Read it! It's so funny! You can have a laugh over it!". After my pretending to be very interested in it, he started analyzing the school logo. The first thing he commented on was the numerous colours of the rainbow present in the logo. I quote, "Wah! So colourful! They must have used a lot of ink!". No, I don't understand why the logo would have used up a lot of ink either.
Then...
Mentor: What's this animal at the top here? Is it a dog? It looks like a dog! Nonono...maybe it's a horse!
Me: Hahaha...
Mentor: But why is the lip so long ah?
Me: (consumed in laughter)
Mentor: Oh look at the side! There're two chickens! Cockerels!
Me: (laughing too hard to speak comprehensively any longer)
Mentor: Or is it a monkey? (I have NO idea how chickens or cockerels could look like a MONKEY, but nevermind)
Me: (almost falls off chair)
Mentor: Oh look! Inside got eagle! (pauses) Wah, it's a two-headed eagle! Now, this type of animals ah, got two heads one, heaven will like to take away their lives sooner!
Now, that last comment took the cake! Oh man, I don't think I ever laughed so hard before! Except perhaps the time the zebras, Jnanee and I re-enacted the famous pig kill scene from LOTF at Vivocity's Toys R Us. :D
Poooooor RI. I wonder what any RI student would say if he had heard what my mentor said. LOLZ. ^_^

Quizzes

2006-11-12T05:56:00.000-08:00

I know I really should blog about the Vivocity outing, but I'm feeling rather lazy. I shall do this thing I stole from Arias's blog instead. :)
15 people that come to your mind now:
1. Zhihua
2. Zhixin
3. Jnanee
4. Arias
5. MeL
6. Peiyun
7. Rita
8. Latha
9. Leican
10. Peiru
11. Chinhwee
12. Zijun
13. Jiajian
14. Eiffel
15. Zhaosheng
Have you ever hugged 1? (Zhihua)
Yep. Right after last eoy paper (physics). Post-eoy euphoria. The closest thing to perfect happiness. :)
What's the best memories you have of 10? (Peiru)
Well, we don't see each other very often. Perhaps the time when we sneaked into CO half an hour late together, and whenever we roll our eyes when Chinhwee says something ridiculous (as she always does).
Why are you friends with 9? (Leican)
Who said I was? Hahaha, kidding. Cos she's a really funny and crappy person, although rather annoying sometimes. :) We were best friends in Sec 1 and 2.
When's the next time you're gonna see 6? (Peiyun)
Probably only when school re-opens next year. Awww. Even then, I don't think we'd be tablemates anymore.
Tell something juicy about number 15. (Zhaosheng)
I doubt any of you would be interested in knowing, cos apart from Jiajian and Eiffel, you all don't know him! He's my cousin lah. Oh well, for those who do know him, he has many girlfriends, all of whom send him mushy smses. I still remember the time me and Eiffel kidnapped his handphone. :) Interesting read.
What do you like about 8? (Latha)
Her sense of humour. I remember how her determination to see almost everything as a PS (for innocent people, it's best not to know what that stands for) gave us a very hilarious and memorable PE lesson. :)
Is number 4 attractive? (Arias)
Yes, of course. :) Pity she doesn't want to get married. I'm sure there'll be many heartbroken and disappointed guys. Awww. Oh, and she's multi-talented and all-rounded too. Come on, guys, I'm sure one of you can melt this ice girl. :)
What was your first impression of 7? (Rita)
Um...dunno? That she was a nice and quiet girl. :)
How did you meet 3? (Jnanee)
In Sec 1? We were in the same class. Can't remember exactly when. I don't remember her during orientation camp, though. :)
Do you think 13 could kill someone? (Jiajian)
Well, she always claims she can, though I kinda suspect that when the real thing comes, she'll close up, run and hide. :)
Is 11 your best friend? (Chinhwee)
Well, in CO, she is. I'm closer to her than anyone else in my section. Though she CAN be rather annoying at times. :)
I'm ignoring the next three questions.
Do you think 2 has a crush on you? (Zhixin)
Of course she has. :) She loves me a lot. But I don't love her. Awww.
Who do you spend the most time with?
Zhihua, Zhixin and Jnanee. :) They're my current classmates, and probably my closest friends. Awww...I love you guys! (wait a minute, isn't that rather self-contradictory? oh nevermind) Though it's the holidays now, we still met up three times...and hopefully will meet up again soon!
What is the last thing you did with 1? (Zhihua)
Went to Vivocity together! Watched Step Up! And, in Piggy's words, acted "like a crowd of kids". :) Oh, we had a duel with lightsabers. I was the, um, evil Sith, by the way.
Have you ever hung out with 2 outside of school? (Zhixin)
Yep! Went to Plaza Sing, Zhihua's house, and Vivocity! Yay let's go out again! :) :) :)
I'm ignoring the next two questions.
Have you ever liked 7? (Rita)
In the straight way, yes. Duh. She's nice what.
Where is the last place you went with 8? (Latha)
Uh. No where. Unless you count Plaza Sing to watch An Inconvenient Truth. And school. To collect a report book and look at a SAD gpa.
Are you real close to 9? (Leican)
In Sec 1 and 2, yeah, rather. Cos she was my best friend then. In Sec 3, lesser than before. But she's still my friend. :)
What kind of relationship do you have with 10? (Peiru)
Fellow CO member. Best friend of my CO best friend (Chinhwee). Hmm. Confusing? Nah.
I'm ignoring the next question. Why do they always have such gross questions?
Have you ever been to the movies with 12? (Zijun)
Nope. Been to the Youth Science Conference together though. And I tell you, the...uh... "scenery" there is just as nice to look at as any movie. :) Sorry Zhixin! I know you're sick of hearing this already. :)
Have you ever gotten in trouble with 13? (Jiajian)
Oh! Many times! In our childhood days. Mostly, we were like telling each other, "I don't friend you ok!"
That's all the questions I can get, cos the post on Arias's blog has already gone to archives, which I can't seem to find. Awww. Nevermind. If I find anymore questions, I'll add them here. :)
Till the next time I blog again! ^_^ (which I'm afraid won't be anytime soon)

Milestone achieved

2006-11-06T04:56:00.000-08:00

Everyone congratulate me! I've just reached/achieved/whatever a milestone in my life. For the very first time in my fifteen years on Earth, I actually spent a total of a few hours in someplace without my mother less than a yard away from me! Yayyyyy. :) Ok, I know this is SERIOUSLY late, but if you had limited (and I mean REALLY limited) time on the com, like twice a week, fifteen minutes per session, then perhaps you'd understand.
Ok, I suppose it wasn't a fully-fledged outing, cos I didn't get to the place myself. Rather, the school brought the entire Sec 3 level down to Plaza Sing to watch a "movie" (yes, our school has weird definitions of what a movie is), An Inconvenient Truth. Well, although I can't say it was the most boring, yawnable show I've ever sat through, it sure wasn't something which could exactly be the highlight of my day. The only thing I liked about this so-called movie screening was the opportunity it gave me to hang out with my dear friends :) for once. And even small things like sharing for popcorn and drinks, and for Neoprints, gave me, in Jteo's words, a "fuzzy" feeling. If anyone thinks I'm over-reacting, remember, it was my first time! :)
I think that was probably one of the funnest (no such word? ah, who cares) days of my life. Or year. I don't remember being so happy before, unless you count the immediate post-eoy euphoria.
In response to what Jnanee said on her blog about my not going gaga over anything in the cd shop, well, it's true, cos none of my obsessions had chosen to make any appearances there. But I assure everybody that should one of them had been present, my going gaga would probably be the loudest, with only Zhixin's reaction to Kaka being able to equal it. :) But I must admit I was going fairly gaga over the poster of Anakin. I can understand what Zhihua sees in him. ^_^
I think the funnest (again, this word) part of the day was at the bookstore, where Zhixin was producing sound waves of rather large amplitudes! :) Well, it was thanks to a horoscope/zodiac book, and Zhixin was happily reading out analyses of each of our love lives and characters, proclaiming at one point that she was "quiet, analytical and private". Hmm. Talk about self-contradictory. A rather alarmed Jnanee came bustling over like a mother hen (or should I say chocobo?), hissing, "I can hear you from the other end of the store!"
Zhixin: "I'm quiet ok!"
I really love horoscope books. Sometimes, it really tells it like it is! Like for instance, this book said that I like guys who are "good communicators". "Communicators" brings to mind good verbal skills, which I'm sure debaters have. And I sure appreciate people who can ask intelligent and meaningful questions. Sufficient hints, I think. :) But sometimes, those books don't tell the truth! Like when it said I was a practical person, and would not go for, you know, those, um, "meaningless" acts. You know, those lame, cheesy kinds! But that is SO not true. In fact, I love lame and cheesy stuff! I really go for it. :)
Neoprints! First time I ever took them, with my friends, that is. I did take Neoprints with my two cousins before, but oh well, not counted. We, the inexperienced Neoprinters, though, made a small mess out of it. But the two Zs claimed it was the most successful Neoprints they ever took, so I suppose it wasn't that bad. We accidentally chose the smallest size one, though, so they're all rather teeny. :( Oh well. The machine conked out, so we had unlimited time to decorate! Xiaxue had the same experience too, with the same machine at Plaza Sing. She blogged about it. She and her friend took half an hour to decorate their Neoprints! We weren't as bad. I think we must have taken about fifteen to twenty minutes.
There was this picture I really wanted to be printed out, but before we could choose it, time was up. Awww. We had written the names of our idols on it. Zhixin, predictably, wrote "Kaka". Zhihua, abandoning poor Erik, chose Anakin. Jnanee, although I thought that she would choose Tom Felton (ewww) (this is not directed at Draco, by the way, he's hot! Felton's NOT), chose Siefer Almasy (did I get the spelling right?) instead. I was kinda tempted to write DC, but Zhixin was like, "NO! I tell you, you'll DIE when you don't like him anymore!" Well, she was right. So I chose someone more long-lasting - Adrien Brody! <333! EEEEEEEEEEEEEE! Ok, ok, calm down.
Oh, one more thing! At the music store we went to, I actually saw a book with the entire Pride and Prejudice music score sheets!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE! I want!!! But sadly, my wallet said otherwise. Yes, I know I've a lot of money (thankyouthankyou), but $30+??? No thank you. Sigh.
The two Zs (it's more convenient to call them as such) and Jnanee forced me to play Nocturne for them on the display piano (despite a sign saying "Please do not practice on the piano", but when has Zhixin ever followed rules anyway?). I'm really not used to playing while standing up, and maybe that was the cause of my making repeated mistakes. But since my playing managed to incur Zhixin's jealousy, I suppose it wasn't that bad. :) Just like how Zhixin's ParaPara dance managed to incur my jealousy, but that's another story. I'll blog about that later. :)
Hmm. I suppose that sums up the day? Oh man, I realize this is coming SUPER late. But as I said before, I can only go on the com when my mum is taking her bath, cos she won't hear of my going online at all. And that, my dears, is a really limited time.
Wonder when my next post'll come? :)
Ta-ta.

In need of an obsession

2006-11-01T04:18:00.000-08:00

Oh gracious. I need a new obsession. And QUICK. This one has caused me little happiness and much grief. The best way to put it would be a quote from Zhihua: "Admiring will only make you sadder." Sigh. Oh dear. I swore before not to do angsty posts, but it seems like I'll have to break my promise.
I think I prefer having fictional characters as obsessions. Or perhaps those big stars like actors and singers. That's cos with such characters, you can easily declare them as yours, e.g. Kaka's mine! (quoted from Zhixin). And well, the title of my blog says pretty much too. :D Yep. I'm the self-professed Mrs Jack Merridew, and no-one can exactly contradict that, cos he's not a real-life person. :D
But with real-life people! Argh. All you can do is admire from afar, and obviously you can't declare them yours unless it's true. And it gives you such a sad feeling too. :( The worst part is, you can't forget them! Anyone has tips? Here's a first-timer who has no idea how to forget real-life obsessions. Hmm. Perhaps second-timer. But the first time wasn't so strong. That was forgotten easily. But this doesn't seem to be able to be forgotten easily. Oh well. Perhaps it will, some day. After all, what was that super-cliched saying? "There's many more fish in the sea." I suppose it IS true, after all. It has to exist for a reason.
Oh dear. I can't even make sense of what I'm saying. Nevermind.
So anyone out there can offer me tips?
I wanna forget.
Forget.

Weird dreams

2006-10-31T06:16:00.000-08:00

I'd daresay Zhixin isn't alone in her tendency of having weird dreams. A few nights ago (yes, I know I should have blogged about it earlier), I had a pretty weird dream myself. Or perhaps dreams. Yes. There were two.
Thanks to Zhixin's continuous bantering on and on about Princess Hours, my dream was rather based on that. It involved me being in Korea, and on the set of Princess Hours, going crazy and fangirlish (although I wouldn't be like that if something of that sort were to happen to me) and begging for goodness-knows-how-many autographs. Oh, and me going out with the actor for Lu Jun as well. Ludicrous, I know. But that's what happens when you listen to rants about "gentlemanly" princes so much so that you're psychoed to pretty much like one of them too.
The next dream involved my parents buying a nine-storey house with one room being absolutely gigantic, with an entire army living in it (don't ask). Yes, and whenever I entered that room, I somehow became Mulan, and all the soldiers in the army were listening to my every command. Sigh. Sometimes I think there's something wrong with my brain.
Ok, enough about dreams. Yesterday was pretty fun. I never knew coming up with cheers could be so fun! And the three of us (me and the zebras) actually managed to come up with a cheer, complete with actions, in a few hours! Although we didn't win, I'm still proud of our not-lame-enough-for-the-judge's-liking cheer. :)
Next year, here's what we'll have:
409 peel fresh! Fresher than you can find!
So don't you dare try anything,
Or we'll give you a big bite!
(bites an apple)
I will not take full credit for this really lame one. Zhixin deserves some of it. :)
Random note: I seem to have likings for Detention Classes and Performance Tasks. See if anyone can figure out what I mean here. :)
Wheeeeeee. ^_^

It's back!

2006-10-28T03:45:00.001-07:00

Yay my blogskin's back! :D I dunno how these things work, but one moment it's gone, and another moment it's back again.
I think I'd better go check if Yashan really has the same blogskin as me, like what Zhixin said. I hope not! This is such a pretty one. :) Well, at least according to my standards, it is. So I don't want to change it in a hurry!
I should go edit my profile, add more links and change my blog title too. Nevermind. Perhaps another time.
Anyway, I wish I could attend another science conference, or perhaps a debate. I'm sure some people can guess why. :) Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee.

It's back!

2006-10-28T03:45:00.000-07:00

Why???

2006-10-26T04:46:00.000-07:00

Noooooooooooooooooooooo!!! Not again! Yet another pretty blogskin gone!
Zhihua and I spent the recess today trying to get a new blogskin for my blog, and a tagboard too, but they're GONE! Nooooooooooooooooooo!!!
Ok, I must calm down. Argh. What's wrong with the damn thing?

My first bloggie :)

2006-10-23T21:26:00.000-07:00

Yayyyyyy! I finally got my very first blog! :) Ok, I know it's like 10% done...but still! At least it got started on.
The blogskin's uglyyyy. :( I had this really pretty one which my cousin's friend did for me, but it somehow went missing! Argh. Jnaneeeeee! I need your help! The mean zebra refused to make a skin for me!
Annnnd there's the tagboard. I had no idea a blog was so difficult to make! Nevermind. I shall just continue posting, and slowly beautify it later. :)
Wheeeeeee. This is fun! I think I'm going to like blogging. ^_^