Jolyne's muses (and just about anything)

Alright, since i’m up at 8.25 and with plenty of time before the rush of prom prep begins, i shall finally update my tumblr. i think it will be a long post, so bewarned.

Actually, I can’t believe that Os just ended a WEEK AGO. after all the major chillaxing i did that was actually more tiring that studying (surprise!), can’t really remember when was the last time i actually sat down to digest those geog notes or did math … right, because i stopped studying a long time ago. this is rather ironic; that i was harping on resting before Os and now talking about studying. still, i have no intention to touch any academia-related books for the next 2 months (until i get my results and start trying to pass the ell test) its great though, waking up in the morning freed from any nagging thoughts and checking my itouch calendar for the events of the day. and that is only the beginning of what’s really awesum, especially with shopping with sibz on thursday, LD farewell at Marina Barrage (topic which i will expound on ltr), church and nua-ing around ^^

All the playing i’ve been doing makes me feel like weeks of holidays have since passed bai.

Ok, i deliberately LEFT OUT prom rehearsal and admin on thursday morning because i’ll get hopping mad even thinking of it. basically it was a complete waste of my what-could-be-sleeping time (not like i will sleep actually cos my body clock has, unfortunately tuned in to the 8am thing AFTER Os) and

I HATE THE YEARBOOK TTM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

wai?

1) in the most momentous class picture of my secondary education, my face is half (someone strangle the photographer THANKS he’s how professional) blocked to the point that i can’t recognize myself.

2) after years of slogging my a** out (not really) in LD comm, i have no idea which idiot messed up my chinese name and printed it in the LD comm listing. This gets me real mad. I seriously wouldn’t have minded if they didnt print my chinese name, but for God’s sake don’t ever print my name wrongly. especially now i obviously can’t brag to my kids of such an illustrous cca posting (again, not really) BECAUSE THEY WON’T BELIEVE ME COS MY CHINESE NAME ISNT ‘SHU JING’ ARGH. instead, they’ll think i’m some imposter with a common name.

3) the only naise pictures the school was generous enuff to put of me were either smaller than an avatar/thumbnail and unrecognizable unless you use a micoscope or on pages that you won’t actually flip and see.

4) Shu and I looked lesbo in the COHORT picture.

actually i could go on and on ranting about the pathetic inadequacies of the school but since i have an SNGS Graduation Night 2010 where school loyalty will be severly tested today, i shall not over elaborate on how horrible the school is in publications, especially after shelling out hundreds of bucks in support of the ‘school building fund’/whatever fund every single ye- i shalt stop.

as they said, after every (in this case, TORRENTIAL) rain, there’ll be a rainbow, had an awesome time with sibz shopping around for Eugene’s prom suit, more shopping, chillaxin’ at Borders and being super shameless at Sephora HAHAHA.

I’m really proud of genie cos he actually looks quite dashing (like a ken doll yo) in a suit gosh. my first ever test subject and its (Y) ttm. can’t wait for pics from his prom! because of that i’m seriously considering interning for Tim Gunn. although he could show a little more cooperation by agreeing to put on FOUNDATION/CONCEALER to prevent unnecessary attention to his face instead of how awesum the suit is so people won’t think he looks like a carpet. (Eugene, if you’re reading this which you probably aint cos you’re probably admiring yourself in the mirror-.-, i still stand by the point i’ve made since thursday)

alright then literally dragged him around to walk almost the entire orchard belt (still coming back again) to accompany sheena and I for major retail therapy. again, would appreciate a better attitude when his sisters are merely helping him get used to even longer shopping hours/distance with his girlfriend/wife please.

after aching backs/breaking legs at the end of the day, i conclude that shopping is actually a sport. it can even accumulate LACTIC ACID?! so i suppose it means that the more hours i spend shopping, i prob can achieve my much desired abs/tone my legs by the end of the holidays. whoo, that thought just made my day.

.

.

.

.

.

.

.

.

.

.

.

so, the next day was LD farewell. Honestly i wasnt really looking forward to it (sorry ttm to any juniors who might stumble upon this tumblr and er, the person in the dp is just my idol HAHAHAHAHAHA i’m how narcissitic) cos i really expected it to be in school. i mean, any events held in that place has -173729386262 cool factor, right?! but turned out we had to meet at AMK mrt and traipsed to jubilee, which i kinda thought that we’ll have farewell at popeyes (which was good enough actually considering the farewells the s4s gave our seniors …)

BUT A BUS SIDLED BESIDE US AS OUR RIDE to an unknown destination. and i thought LD seriously lacked funds?????

Wasnt really expecting where the bus will take us to cos I was taking lots of photos but i stand by the fact that shu deserves karma for dishing out the following commentary: 

“Aiya I think the bus just go one round and will go back to school”

who would want a senior like that?

HAHA i’m too lazy to describe what happened after that (you can see from the latest 3 albums dedicated to LD farewell pics if you can stomach shu and my ‘ZILIANness’-quoted from Weiting) and see how awesum lack of vocab ttm to prevent sounding like i’m a compre passage the farewell was.

anyway, why am i tumblring like i’m actually 12 and that my next post will be my open house encounters?

ugh sorry for making you read all the meaningless recounts (i can never be a historian) for the past minutes; shall delve into deeper topics, i hope, nao. 

i honestly honestly think that iLife series (iSubmit in particular since i don’t actually hold grudges and instead forget about them in days) is really apt for me. especially when i have a mum whom i swear, really tests my patience at times that i’ve developed a mild temper and extraordinarily high levels of tolerance. I mean, iTolerating her is so much better than iSubmit with reasons words cannot explain because you just need to try living with her for a day to understand the depth of the difference. but then again, the sermon just wasnt on iTolerate, but iSubmit and i made a decision at service there and then to actually try submitting to her instead of tolerating her like i’ve been doing. and its beyond freaking difficult please. seriously think that the devil is trying to make me give up by making it super difficult to even tolerate her now. but i’m persisting, quite proud of myself actually that i didnt do something rash/burst with anger when my mum tried to screw up my prom ytd. and as a reward i’m totally over it after i woke up today and things ARE gonna be better. Why God’s the best thing that ever happened to me and that I love Him ttmttmttmttmttmttm.

Unhappy things aside, you made my week after saturday. ugh you’re really killing me you doucheeee. I already miss you HOW horribly after I had to turn around that day. And don’t ever doubt how I feel ok. I’ll be super :( because I told you those words the other day and it never changed. If it does, I’ll tell you. (better not let that happen thanks)

Refocusing; make it God centred and everything will fall into place and last.

Sighhh make an appearance at rws after prom pl0x. (k i’m just hoping don’t have to do that lah)

No matter how busy I am, I’ll always have time for you. Sighhhhhhh.

Just trying to channel some HSM vibe courtesy of influence from a certain LSQ.

Anyw, sorry for the lack of posts for the past few days; I have seriously been so busy having family day on sun, and chillaxin’ max at Meg’s.

Okay. This is rather surreal .. That after years of ‘I should really be getting home to mug for ____ test’, I CROSSED THE FINAL HURDLE IN 4 YEARS when the invigilator announced ‘pens down’ at 3pm. Okay, although I’ve kinda been deluding myself that Os’ over after Friday and hence slacking from fri to mon, everyone had to REMIND me that my Os actually isn’t over/ you still got bio paper/ you better go home and study grrr ttm.

Well, looking at the bright side, ITS FINALLY REALLY OVER AT LAST and I’ve got most of my holiday social calendar plans sorted out (still got openings though wanna book?!) so i’m ttly looking fwd to 2 months of serious relaxing and I’ve even compiled a list of Things I Need To Do Before JC. Talk about getting hyped for fun!

Actually, the sole reason why I’m awake at 9AM typing on my itouch when the bed is just beckoning is cause I’m supposed to be at Ikea Alexandra at 10.30am and meeting shu, bay, manda, megs, sharon, cabs and flower for, er HIDE AND SEEK. I honestly think that whoever who planned this (shu I suppose, judging from her mental age HAHAHAHA) has serious problems calculating our actual age, but…okay ikea is fun. And especially the meatballz brunch! And those exhilarating colors of the furniture just wakes my inner child (not like it took a lot to wake that up)

Recalling a bit, something my utter incoherency is incapable of doing a few moments ago, padded home after bio w/o filming prom video (shu, if I regret that I didn’t appear in the prom video, I KNOW WHO TO BLAME) and chatted on the phone with Sheena before hastily changing and mrt-ing back to YCK. you know, a SIGNIFICANT PERCENTAGE of my life in 4 years is dedicated to..transport. And if I get the grades (sigh sigh) to get into RJ, that will continue for another 2 years. But my alternative 3 stops is good enuff for nao. I should stop digressing, and I was saying, I mrt-ed to YCK to meg’s house for a COOK OUT. . . . . . . . . . . And everyone swears that I’m a failure in the kitchen and culinary-handicapped. Something I agree for once because I’m such a n00bxz that I could DICE THE ONIONS WRONGLY. and when cab asked me to ‘pass the mangos for the salad’, I didn’t know what the mangos looked like, but hey, how am I supposed to know what raw mangos look like?!

In conclusion, my cooking skills sux_4eva and this little experience made me promise that I’ll learn to cook before I marry. Especially when my friends have comments that resound in unison that goes something along the line of ‘your husband will never come home for dinner’ -_-

And as usual, shu had to throw forth UNNECESSARY COMMENTS such as ‘maybe you could start with those kids cookbooks?’

Okay, i’ll continue tumblring tonight! Gotta get outta the house nao, but before I leave WOULD APPRECIATE IF YOU TWEET MORE :(((( you don’t know how much I’m missing you sigh.

sigh didn’t get to tumblr ytd night cos I was apparently expected to be absorbing wiki info and mum had to find me … Tweeting.  

Especially after she found me chatting with Sheena after her (ultra unreasonable) curfew of “10.30” and began a melodramatic lecture on how I totally 没有把她的话放在眼里 (fyi she only uses chinese when she scolds me and that’s kinda why my chinese is rather pathetic… Totally implying that she doesn’t really scold me often but it ISN’T TRUE-.-) and she decided to play the tyrant :( card and lock the comp mum, Os is ending and announced that my 10.30 for everything curfew will still be effective after the 15th.  

Seriously?! That means no gossip girl/movies and I must well spend my days nua-ing (new word I learnt from shu) at home completing the many papers which I haven’t even laid my fingers/eyes on?!?!?! And I swear mothers are part of a conspiracy, but before she finds out of this little recount and slices hours off my curfew, I shall improve on my choice of topics..

Fyi, I’m tumblring on the train to school for LD showcase and I’m really distracted cos a few elderly women just boarded and chose to sit at OPPOSITE CORNERS of the cabin and HOLD A FREAKING CONVERSATION. In hokkien no less and I can ttly understand what they’re bitching about (I can understand hokkien perfectly, okay!) even through the in-ear earphones blasting ‘like a G6’ ..  

And no, it isn’t cause my earphones sux_4eva k?!

Okay. After all the digressing, I’ve come to the conclusion ytd that I’ve a serious lack of ability to express my feelings. or at least I don’t really try to but OKAY I’LL TRY :( this is majorly ironic because there’s a reason why I’m in theatre and topped physical theatre, right.  

Ugh as much as I would like to defend thyself that my lack of expression is probably due to stopping real theatre for 2 years and not acting since 6 mont- I am defending myself again, i really do hate myself for managing some ‘serene smile’ when in actual fact I was freaking freaking beyond happy yesterday ok!!!! I really was, I just probably read too much of 1984 and the ‘inscrutable expressions’ :/ here I go again.  

you don’t know how that day pass meant to me (although it wasn’t really considered a day pass >:/) and since I’m expression/emotion-handicapped I thought I’ll let you know here.  

*back* okay I’m resuming tumblring in the train back home after LD showcase and was just at the kfc opposite school (I only ate popcorn chix after fighting temptation and surviving a low calorie (at least that’s what I think) diet today) chatting with ex cca mates feeling nostalgic over LD, something I never really bothered to do 6 months ago. And borrowed joan’s iphone to check twitter (can’t resist) and……  

I HAVE NEVER BEEN MORE DEPRESSED THAT I HAVE TO FOLLOW PEOPLE WHO DON’T TAKE BIO AND HENCE CANNOT SHARE MY PAIN OF A BIO PAPER SCHEDULED SO INCONVENIENTLY ON MONDAY AND ARE INSTEAD EXPRESSING DEEP HAPPINESS THAT ‘Os IS OVER’.  

come to think of it, SEAB bears the blame. can’t they understand that 3.5 days of nagging bio feelings isn’t appreciated AT ALL?! seriously k if they schedule it after chem paper today I’ll be CHILLAXIN’ NAO instead of typing an angsty paragraph. :(((((((((((((((((  

realised that I just typed a really long essay so I shalt end. And the train is only at yewtee at this very moment. Going home to write yesterday’s overdue letter and today’s. and because someone just revealed to shu that I had a tumblr and will probably have read all of these by the time I post this (busted.), imyal ttm :/  

and shu, it means I may yak a lot (if I don’t stop tumblring nao).

Never felt so free after a paper, and to make it better yet, I’m proud to say (and tell my kids next time) that I did my best job, ever for chinese in a very, very long time! Really hope I’ll pass though, at least I didn’t sleep although I really wanted to k!

And I swear Chinese has restorative properties. I made sure I drank chicken essence and slept considerably early ytd -instead of staying up and think like I usually do- and I promise, I was reaaaally awake this morning, until I tried reading the essay topics ..

I think I’m one of the few who can actually feel sleepy in a freaking important setting, but in my defense, at least I didn’t sleep, okay?

Moving on from topics that is actually boring me as I painstakingly type this on my bro’s itouch because he’s hogging the comp, I’m totally hyped for prom. I’ve been waiting for this for sucha long time and to really let loose and chillax (beams) k I’m gonna jog soon to SHED SOME WEIGHT and jolyne, you need to start staying away from addictive crackers like those fish chips!!!

Oh, grabbed a copy of 8days and er, some snacks (STOP IT!!) and went home to bum around and watch gg (when will I ever stop?) and I really saw the cover of 8days properly
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
And is it just me or is Daniel Radcliffe getting hotter?

And douche, if you happen to be on one of your submarine expeditions right now, it was only a question!

I scare myself at times; probably i’m just talking to myself ..

…which is what this tumblr is created for. When I’m in the psycho-attention seeking mood I have facebook/Twitter, okay?

Okay I should probably leave. Desperately need a warm shower and a little shut eye before treading on chem MCQ precipitates and, er, GG

before I do and in case if you’re reading this (which I really hope you are), i’ve missed you so much. Beyond what i can ever phrase in words and not because of my sore lack of vocabulary but because it goes beyond what any expression can do. 17 days more, (L) and I’m still writing.

I’ll be waiting.

Oh, forgot to add. I finally laid my fingers on Valkyrie and I was HOWWWW excited because

1) I’m crazy about the Nazi Germany history (whatever if you think I’m crazy)

2) The posters and trailers which i saw months ago looked really awesumz and i didnt get to watch until today cos i either forgo- NO, I WAS BUSY STUDYING OK?

3) I’ve always had a soft spot for men in uniforms!!! (i’m not talking about the..infantry kind. i mean those ceremonial super-smart outfits with brass buckles, tailored uniforms and the likes) 

I really (L) the white ceremonial OCS/commando uniform now that I think about it^^

Okay, my review is that, if you’re a nazi germany buff/love historical thrillers/have soft spots for men in abovementioned uniforms like yours truly, you’ll love it.

only decided to reblog because I was feeling somewhat bored of watching shows (instead of doing chinese) and decided to type www.jolynetan.tumblr.com in the websearch and .. saw all the posts which I rather not relieve because they were all memories I rather not remember, or experience again. surprisingly enough, I must say that i do wow myself at my ability to act happy and totally cool at times. something i attribute to my almost-10 years of drama and theatre background.

oh well, that was a long time ago and i’m happy to have started on a new slate months ago :-)

talking about something emotionally less bothersome but still bothersome in a certain extent, i got higher chinese tomorrow and .. i’ve done practically NOTHING to improve my pathetic standard of chinese since 2009. okay this is getting rather freaky, i promise i will read through all my super overused phrases later, okay? sighhh, i’m ashamed to say that although i really deserve to fail (repeated many times by LL -.-), i REALLY want tomorrow’s paper to be the last time i touch chinese until i have to er, teach my kids…chinese. Or even better, i can gladly hand that (imperial) task to my husband. perhaps i could teach whut’shisname? ah, Nathaniel french…? JK LOL.

okay, seeing that i’m totally outta inspiration to yak about interesting issues, i shall devulge on mundane, everyday occurences…like my day (cue for accidental readers to leave this page nao) wut the, i feel like a primary school kid racking her brains on what to write for a weekly journal thingum which i totally recall hating it BECAUSE mum kept hounding me (tell me what kinda parents hound you to write journals, which explains my slight distaste for anything journal entry-ish?!) to write journals on a SUNDAY when almost everybody was out having fun shopping? oh and to make stuff worse, she’ll force me to write about some IT fair or whatever in suntec AFTER bringing me there.  now you know why writing is so not my thing? early life trauma ..

in case you’re submarining i mean, reading this; you must mean a lot to me to actually get me to start writing letters everyday k.

after digressing so much, i realised its utterly stupid to go into lengthy details about my mundane life (however, i WILL dish it all out after the 15th) when my life just revolves around exams (as a consolation to self, 3 more papers babyyyyy!) and catching up on the latest season of gossip girl. DOES MY LIFE CONSIST OF EXAMS AND FRIVILOUS SHOWS?! Gosh, i disappoint myself. maybe i should just jolt myself awake in horrible self realisation and stop being indignant when people comment on my ‘no life’.ugh, you do embarrass yourself in many aspects, Jolyne.

.. which only makes me yearn more for the 15th. its such a significant date :’) first time ever really chillaxin’ (because i actually made stupid decisions by staying at home to play maple and watch pirated NC16 bimbotic movies at home when i was 12 and thought it was…cool) and i’m absolutely hyped for it! you don’t know how good it feels to not have those nagging have-i-memorised-intensity-of-food-production-properly feeling when you’re doing anything but memorising texts. SO GOOD. I better make full use of my hols, seriously. I mean, at least i can excuse the pathetic party planner 12 year old me because I looked like butch/had a horrible tan/and probably thats why no one wanted to hang out with me then, right???? (k symptom of giving excuses)

talking about the butch looking me .. little do i know whatever possessed me to create a blog (which incidentally still exists because i forgot the pass of blogspot.. now, could it be jo_rox_4eva or something along that line?) and commit social suicide by posting PICTURES of me decked out in such hairstyles and really slutry slitty eyes. and God forbid, proudly proclaiming that my group of friends called ourselves M**es*ians?!?!?! need. to. exterminate. that. blog. by. jc.

i swear i’ll regret posting this entire post/tumblr in 5, no, make it 3 years time but as long as i remember the password to this, no problemo..right?

sigh i’m dying to watch megamind/tangled/any christmas movie. :((((

alright, this is such a long post. maybe i should start excavating (sp?) my chinese from the dirt encrusted pile from 1739082777387BC, just maybe.

You know you love me, au revoir!

Every single time you say those words.

Will you ever realise and stop being a blockhead..?