Friday, July 20, 2007
Hello, last week we had an exciting class gathering at CURRY WOK :D:D:D and icecream at Serene Centre Macs!!!!! I really am glad to have seen everyone. Yay!!! Everyone seems to be doing fine.
THE CLASS!!!!!!!!!!!!
I know that the teachers have requested to see pictures of College Day, so on behalf of everyone who attended here are our photos!
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With teachers
In the LT
MRS CHENG! CONGRATULATIONS!! She is going to expel a baby in November.
HI ALFREDDDDDD do you think he looks so much more mature!!!
Anyway that's all, please continue to keep this blog alive! SEE YOU ALL!
Peiqi
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1:33 PM
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Wednesday, July 11, 2007
hi 7a,final details of Friday's gathering:
Meet at 3.30pm at the new 7a bench
(or where ever you think is more convenient; call me)
list of things to do at school:
hang around photowhore catchup terrorise teachers collect yearbk
we will subsequently move out for dinner at a location near school (prob arnd 6pm)... most its gonna be probably curry wok (coz i like it) where we can chill, talk yet more nonsense and get fat from curry.
would all attendees please confirm your attendance with either me or vanessa ASAP..
yes, asap. i know its a little late but please do bear with me :D
so that i can book places at curry wok so that we will not end up starving along bukit timah road.
preferred mode of correspondence: sms
second most preferred mode of correspondence: pick up your phone and call me
least preferred mode of correspondence: bo chap me
so please do me a favour by dropping me a messsage if youre unable to meet up with us :)
many many thanks
so pls reply :D
hope to see most of you there
cheers
-nik-
9:56 PM
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Saturday, July 07, 2007
hi guys here's the follow up details for our class outing on Friday the 13th of July 2007
We plan to meet in school (say mayb the new classbench?) at like 3pm.. or if you guys would like to come earlier, pls feel free to do so :D
we'll grab our yearbooks (if theyre still in stock) and hang around school till mayb five plus and then we'll hop off to city hall mrt to this great western restaurant called Miss Clarity cafe.
we'll grab our yearbooks (if theyre still in stock) and hang around school till mayb five plus and then we'll hop off to city hall mrt to this great western restaurant called Miss Clarity cafe.
Restaurant serves great western food at super affordable prices, and do look forward to their special desert "Mud Ooze" :D
more details of the restaurant and their menu can be found at their site:
A fair number of ppl have responded to me already, but to those who still havent: pls reply me asap so i can collate the number of ppl and get a reservation!
in the event that we cant get the restaurant, we can always go eat at the popular places around school and reminisce the old times we had :D
well, srry to the ns guys who might not be able to make it coz of it being a weekday..
but do look forward to another weekend outing coming real soon !
hope to see you guys there, where we can chill, chat and catch up :D
ttfn
7A forever~
-nik-
-nik-
3:01 PM
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Friday, July 06, 2007
helloz everyone...i realise that alot of u haven't seen me for about 1/2 a year since i haven't really attended any class gatherings so far... so i guess it is only fair (?) that I share some "updated" stuff...
1. pple going to nus will see me around... i am going to pharmacy since i haven't heard from the overseas unis yet...
2. i am still hoping to go do veterinary science in murdoch uni , perth
3. i am not working... i am volunteering at the spca... and i intend to continue until uni starts... work hasn't agreed with me thus far
and ...
4. i have a dog... that i got from the spca... 2yrs, golden retriever - his name if u haven't guessed from my msn nick name is jordan :)
i am rather excited tt there is another class gathering... altho when exactly are we meeting?
ok... i think i hafta go...
Jo-Ann signing out~
p.s. is it just me or are all the instructions on blogger website in chinese?
Jayz
4:24 PM
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Tuesday, July 03, 2007
hello everyone long time no see..our tag board has even passed away!
so i found another one to replace it..
pls do come back here often and post too so as to keep this going!
its a great chance for us to catch up with each other as well, especially since we wont be seeing much of each other for long.
heck, we could even use these blogger posts as a massive tagboard and crap all we want
im quite sure there are plenty of ppl who still do visit this blog, but are disappointed to find that the same previous post is still there..May? but still, thanks alfie for that last post! =)
so guys, please continue to post here,
anything funny, interesting, amusing will do too
they could be personal stories, weird stuff found on the web, or etc.
hope to see more of you arnd =)
i leave with all of you a story dripping with cynicism, soaked with sarcasm, pumped full of dark humour and sheer staggering lameness topped of with some swiss cheese
but i assure you, it is quite a good read
so please do enjoy =)
-nik-
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Salty Hearts
By Andrietta Jade
Prologue
The house by the sea seemed even more stately and ancient than it actually was on that blustery, wind-tossed day in early November. Perhaps a quarter moreso, or even 35%; such figures mattered little to Patricia Petalbottom, who knew only that the devastation in her heart was such that it created the mental impression of a house by the sea that was 1.4 times the norm, allowing for minor fluctuations of less than .1 due to brief moments of contentment brought upon by skipping daintily across a wooded meadow or ordering a servant about. Patricia turned her bright blue eyes to the vast expanse of the ocean, looking to the horizon for a sign of the man whom she once had loved.
He was not there, so she went back inside, feeling a bit silly about the whole thing.
Chapter One
Dark clouds threatened to overtake the train station on the northwest corner of the village, two blocks from Madame Trusslestone's Emporium of Large Frilly Bonnets, where Patricia Petalbottom was trying on such headgear as was available and frilly enough to suit her tastes. A hat with a large, white flower at the rim had caught her attention, and she was at that moment adjusting it upon her auburn locks, watching herself in the mirror as she turned her head from side to side, then raising her petite chin into the air to check for protruding nasal hairs.
"I shall take this one, this one, this one, and this one," said Patricia haughtily, indicating with her dainty pinky finger the corresponding bonnets, "and I shall make an offer upon the pink one in the corner if you can get some frill placed around the center."
At just that moment, Seamus O'Reilly, a conductor from the station, burst in through the open shop door, his face darkened with ash and his shoulder bleeding.
"Help! Please, come and help, there has been a terrible accident at the train station!"
Patricia turned, wide-eyed; her father was to be arriving at the station that noon.
"What has happened?"she cried.
Seamus paused for a second, furrowed his brow, looked at the ceiling, then back to Patricia.
"I dunno," he said.
Chapter Two
Patricia hurried, as fast as was possible while still maintaining adequate daintiness, to the station, where an accident of some sort had indeed happened or perhaps was still in-process, either one. Smoke was in the air and crowds of people ran in all directions in a panic, fleeing flames, or possibly dodging pieces of a crumbling ceiling, or maybe an overturned crate of live snakes.
"Father! Father!"cried Patricia as she strode, horror-stricken, amongst the debris or whatever resulting from the accident. It was probably a train wreck. Yes, the debris of a train wreck.
"Patricia!" came the familiar voice of her father from within an overturned passenger car. "Please get help! I am trapped beneath a pilon, and if I am not rescued in mere seconds, I shall be crushed to death!"
Despair overwhelmed Patricia and her heart sank in her breast; there was not one in this town who could save her father from his fate in time, all the menfolk of the village being somewhat slight of build and given easily to back injuries. All that was within her power to do was to shout words of comfort to him from across the platform.
"Father, know that I love you and shall never forget what a kind and wonderful man you always were to me!"
"I told you to go get help, are you deaf, girl?" came the reply.
"I hope that you find a peace and comfort in death that was not yours in life, and I offer a prayer that you will look down upon me one day and know that I have made you proud as your daughter!"
"AAAAH!"
Just then, a great, brawny figure appeared standing atop the overturned car; his hair was dark, his features chiseled. He paused dramatically there for a second, where Patricia also took notice of his muscular arms and jutting jaw line, then he dropped into the car and, with a mighty grunt of effort, emerged a few seconds later dragging Patricia's father behind him.
The panicked crowd grew silent as the man carried Mr. Petalbottom across the platform. He drew close to Patricia, stooping low to place her father on the ground, and as he rose, their eyes met. Patricia had never seen eyes like these, so different from her beloved Paul's. This man's eyes were dark, and deep; they seemed to speak of places exciting and little-known, of adventures and far-off lands...
And yet his eyes were also kind, and his face glowed with a warmth that would seem uncharacteristic of a wanderer or vagabond; who was he, this man who had just entered her life? As she stared deeply into his eyes, she knew that whatever her feelings, she must find out.
"Ow," said her father.
"Oh, daddy," she said, breaking the glance to help her father to his feet. "Are you all right?"
"Yes, I do seem to be," he replied, dusting himself off. "I owe you a great debt, stranger, for saving me from that fire."
"Train wreck," said the stranger.
"Right, that."
Patricia walked to her father's side.
"What is your name, sir?" she asked.
"I am Lance Chindivit," he said, turning to face her fully. "I was on the train in another car, traveling the countryside when this horrible accident occurred. Alas, I have lost all of my luggage, for it was all destroyed in the wreck, all my clothes and personal effects, indeed, I have even lost my shirt, which has left my muscular chest and biceps exposed, posing a danger to the delicate sensibilities of the women of this town."
"For your courage, I shall suffer the indignity," said Patricia, dutifully suffering along with the great mass of women in the crowd. At length, Mr. Petalbottom cleared his throat and spoke.
"Lance, come with us, we will gladly put you up until we can find replacement for your luggage. It is the least we can do, after all, for one who has saved my life. Isn't that right, Patricia?"
Patricia appeared lost in thought, though noticeably in the direction of Lance's muscular torso. Finally she came to, and the three rode a carriage to the Petalbottom estate.
Chapter Three
The day passed without great incident as Lance was settled into his temporary quarters in the Petalbottom house, excepting the twenty minutes spent explaining to him the workings of the indoor plumbing. A fine dinner was had at five O'clock, and all three retired to separate environs thereafter.
At a quarter of six, Patricia strode down the West hallway, her nose in a copy of Elvira Woolentrousers' Prim and Proper Things, Volume 5, and had just finished up with an enlightening chapter on the mystical relationship between crumpets and doilies when she saw a great, brawny shadow flit along the railing outside on the balcony. Patricia, having little else of interest to do, decided to investigate.
A gust of warm ocean air met her face as she parted the curtain to the balcony's left entrance. The evening sky was fading from red to purple, the sun reflected large and orange far out on the water's surface. At the center, peering out upon this picturesque view, was Lance. Patricia drew closer to him, and saw that his head was bent downward, a look of concentration and thoughtfulness on his windswept face.
"Mr. Chindivit?"
"Ah, Miss Petalbottom," Lance replied, keeping his head bowed. "How nice of you to join me. Did you wish to speak to me?"
"I am merely out to get some air," Patricia said quickly. She felt her pulse increase, and tinges of pink bloomed upon her high cheeks. "I often come out on the balcony in the evening; I like to watch the waves splashing upon the shore."
Lance did not move; his eyes were still fixed below. There was silence for several moments as they both stood framed against the sunset. At length, Patricia spoke again.
"Why do you watch the sea, Lance?" Patricia asked.
"Humh?" Lance said, looking up at last. "Oh, I wasn't watching the sea -- there's this turtle on a rock down below, and I'm trying to spit on it."
Patricia's eyes traced the sparkling horizon, and spoke:
"I once knew a man who watched the sea quite a lot. It was his obsession. He lived and breathed the mariner's way of life, and when the chance finally came for him to sail across the ocean, he took it, oh yes. The last thing he ever said to me..." Patricia's eyes glistened as they followed an orange-tinged cloud, "'I shall come back for you, Patricia. I shall return.'"
"Um-hunh?" Lance replied, trying desperately to aim a two-foot streamer of drool swinging from his tongue.
Patricia's daintily-gloved hand swung forward violently and caught Lance full on the cheek. He staggered to his feet, where his face was met directly by an extremely angry Patricia; He watched in stunned silence as her green eyes narrowed to slits and her mouth opened in rage.
"Curse you, Lance Chindivit, you are nothing like Paul! You can never be like Paul was! How dare you try to take his place!"
Lance stared blankly.
"I could never love you, Lance Chindivit! I never want to see you again!"
With that, Patricia turned and fled, tears in her eyes, back through the hallway, leaving Lance alone with a puzzled expression on his face and a fairly substantial streamer of drool in his hair.
Chapter Four
The events of the previous evening were still fresh in Lance's mind as he awoke in the large, fluffy bed in the Petalbottom guest room. He rose and crossed the floor where shafts of morning sunlight were streaming in, then walked out the door. On the far end of the hall, he saw Mr. Petalbottom standing with a cup of tea.
"Ah, good morning," said Mr. Petalbottom.
"Good morning," replied Lance.
"Come and join me for some breakfast, my good fellow," said Mr. Petalbottom, "I'm nowhere near the cook my wife was, but I manage."
Lance thought this was a fine idea and walked with Mr. Petalbottom to the dining room, where many dishes prepared to varying degrees of "burnt" awaited them. Lance helped himself to a slice of charred ham, brittle eggs and blackened orange juice while Mr. Petalbottom busied himself across the room trying desperately to put a pile of flapjacks out before they caught the drapery on fire. At length, the old Petalbottom spoke.
"Lance," he said, "I have always prided myself on being able to tell a great deal about people at a glance. Indeed, I can tell many things about you right now."
"Indeed?" said Lance, around a mouthful of crumbling egg, "Do tell me."
"I can see that you have had a difficult and lonely life, Lance, that you are used to hard work and toil. I see also that something is weighing heavily on your mind right now, and unless I miss my guess, it has to do with my daughter, Patricia. Also, you apparently sleep in the nude."
Lance quickly and strategically affixed a tea cozy to himself, then turned to Mr. Petalbottom.
"You are perceptive, sir," he said.
"Lance," Mr. Petalbottom began, pushing his spectacles up upon his thin nose, "It may do you well to learn some things about Patricia, things which perhaps she has kept hidden from even herself."
"What do you mean?"asked Lance.
"I don't know," replied Mr. Petalbottom, "The wording just sounded good in my head. The fact of the matter is, Patricia was once engaged to be married, three years ago, to a good man named Paul McThrowawaugh. Paul was a sailor for the local port, and a fine one at that. He and Patricia were planning to marry after he had returned from a voyage to Europe... but he never returned.
"Since he left, Patricia has kept up hope that Paul would one day come home, but it does no good to take false hope as one's only refuge. She needs to be reminded that she is still alive, Mr. Chindivit, and that love has not ended with Paul. It grieves me to see her standing alone upon the balcony, waiting for a man who will never return."
"Is he still in Europe?"asked Lance. Mr. Petalbottom gave him a long look.
"He is dead."
Lance looked thoughtful.
"So she's available, then," he said.
Chapter Five
Patricia had kept mostly to herself and her thoughts since the episode on the balcony, and neither her father nor Lance had seen much of her on that second day.
She was now walking along the quiet shore at mid-afternoon, barefoot, feeling the soft, cool sand on her toes, and also occasional fiddler crabs, which caused her to momentarily scream and bat at herself as though she were being attacked by hundreds of spiders, but otherwise did not remove the somber mood of the day.
Patricia's thoughts were many, and indeed a few points higher on the complexity scale than her dainty mind was used to handling. On the one hand, she felt that she owed more to Paul and the love they once shared than to give up on him completely, yet on the other, this man, Lance, was stirring in her emotions that she had not felt in years; was it infatuation, self-delusion? Or was she in fact falling in love?
"No, no," said Patricia to herself, "I cannot possibly be falling in love with this Lance Chindivit."
"Drat," said Lance, who had been following her. Patricia spun around quickly, her eyes wide.
"You!" she cried, "What are you doing here?"
"I was... out... collecting.... um... bugs," said Lance, thinking fast.
Patricia stooped down, grabbed a fiddler crab and tossed it directly at Lance's face, whereupon it clamped down on his nose and sent him thrashing and wailing away back towards the house. Patricia herself ran off, sobbing, towards the sheer cliffs that met the ocean on the south edge of the land. In the distance, thunder rumbled.
A great, dark cloud had appeared on the horizon and was spreading, illuminated in flashes by bolts of lightning on the ocean's surface. The wind, which had been moving at a moderate breeze for most of the day, was now gusting and whirling with near-hurricane force. As Patricia ran and ran, half-blinded by tears, it began to rain heavily. The rain poured down through fissures in the earth, forcing to the surface a number of angry poisonous vipers, which slithered menacingly in search of something to bite. Down in the crashing waters below, a great horde of man-eating sharks were working themselves into a frenzy.
Lightning flashed again, starting a stampede in a herd of nearby cattle. As they raced madly towards the cliffs Patricia was running upon, they crashed headlong into a smallish traveling circus, releasing four lions, a bear, a wildebeest, and a skinny, hairy fellow with bulging eyes who had been dubbed "The Wild Man."
Lance had just pried the crab from his nasal portions when it occurred to him that something was not right in the nearby lands, and indeed, his fears were confirmed when he heard the frightened cries of Patricia, who had distinctly come down from that whole running/sobbing rush. At a great, brawny pace he set out through the rain, faster and faster, hoping against hope that he would reach her in time.
And then, through the pounding rain he saw her, standing on the edge of the cliff, held at bay by hissing snakes, high above a group of man-eating sharks, being chased by stampeding cattle, lions, a bear, a wildebeest, and a skinny, hairy fellow. Lance steeled himself for a great battle.
A great battle ensued.
After that, Lance started walking back to the house, carrying Patricia in his arms.
"Did you see where I started twisting the snakes into knots, and then I wrestled the cows?"
"Yes, yes," Patricia sighed lovingly in Lance's strong arms, "You were magnificent, Lance."
"And where I tossed the lions down to the sharks, and I beat up the bear?"
"Oh, Lance," Patricia cooed, her head resting against his chest, "I have been a silly, foolish girl. I love you, Lance Chindivit, and ever I shall."
"And how about that skinny guy? Whew, daisy!"
And with that, Patricia threw her arms around Lance's muscular neck in an extremely passionate embrace, and they then shared a fairly mild and tepid peck on the cheek, on account of they had just become aware that Patricia's father had just walked into viewing range. He smiled at the two of them.
"It does my heart good to see you finally with a --" he began, when suddenly Lance cut him off.
"Look, a train!" He said.
And with that, Mr. Petalbottom turned his head and Lance and Patricia shared the first of many passionate kisses, and a love that would never die, although just as a precaution Lance was quickly banned from making any trips to Europe.
The End
-nik-
10:22 PM
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