cheR_____________you are my sweetest downfall

Thursday, February 15, 2007

It is 4:45 a.m. and I am up at the insane hour doing none other than IB German Orals. Which incidentally, is TODAY.

I must officially declare that I have progressed pass the orthodox question-stimulant category of Orals, such as “Was hat Angela Merkel fuer Fruhstueck essen?”, which loosely translates into “What does Angela Merkel eat for breakfast?” to a non-prompt, fully comprehensible and linguistically-taxing PICTURE DESCRIPTION.

Cheryl, for the win!

I have, in typical Rafflesian-femenist-die-hard fashion, inserted jibes to the male population in my very subtle, very masterfully crafted German oral regarding family breakfast preparation.

CASE: “Es ist sehr selten, einen Mann in der Kueche zu finden, heraus in der Kueche zu helfen! (says in very appalling tone)” which translates to “It is very seldom that I find a man helping out in the kitchen”, which thinly veils a jibe at the macho-men who couldn’t care less about helping set up tables, because they all out there “slaving away, bringing home the moola…the least you could do is cook dinner for me!” RAWR.
Yesterday was Valentine’s Day.

And yesterday was when the abovementioned claim was dreadfully debunked by the likes of many domestic males I have met in ACS.

I am astounded by the effort and time spent by all of you guys, and you have made this potentially dreadful day for lonely hearts (gawd, that sounds so desperate) very much more bearable! Shout outs to those who contributed to “Save-Cheryl-From-Dreadful-Mortification-On-Valentine’s-As-She-Is-A-Pathetic-Single” Fund!
Cheryl lubs choo vewy mwuch! (gives big hugs)

She will hand you your gifts and chocolates today, as her official, mature reason being: “I hate commercialism. Fourteenth? Bah, humbug!”, but the true, not-so-noble reason will be explained on the note to you, for it states simply in black print : “Sorry for the lateness. IB happened.”

On top of receiving many flowers, uncountable chocolates, cookies, notes, fudges, meringue, cards, sweets and candy, a customized mug filled with gold hershey’s kisses, a windchime, a balloon and a heart-shaped candle – she also had the privilege of receiving 2 singing telegrams!

One yet to be delivered.

And one delivered in front of the entire cohort.

Which was sweet, but rather disturbing.

Thank you, anyhow, for making the day so memorable <3! Anyhow, I have to give up Singleton’s Night of Bridge & Family Guy at Nick’s tomorrow because I have Commonwealth Essay and WorldLit Outline due, and Miss Thiru will positively MURDER me if I do not hand it in.

ARGH!

And, MANDRE, LEI AND TIANNI! Our Sec4 bet is coming to a close in 8 months! And I shall win $10 off every single one of you! HAHAHA. By then, going at this rate, I shall still be SINGLE, UNATTACHED, and ABSTAINING FROM CONSTANT MALE COMPANY in my sad example of a love life (i.e. non-existent). What makes you think the 3:1 Guy: Girl ratio would make any difference!

Major testicles, darlings.

Speaking of the dreaded “S”-word, I had a sudden emo-angst moment during dinner at Jack’s Place last Saturday with my parents. As I stabbed my broccoli sautéed with brown gravy, I declared, “I will never get married.”

Of course, this led to an unsuppressed declaration and outrage on the part of my mum, who then turned to my dad and whispered, in a VERY subtle manner (with the “whole hands around the mouth so you can’t hear” thing), “Eh, your daughter just said she will never get married.”

My dad nonchalantly grunted and went back to spearing his Rib-Eye.

My mum, obviously distressed and at her wit’s end, then turned to me in a last-ditch attempt to salvage her daughter from sinking into the clutches of the Spinster Monster.

“Why, girl? Why do you say that?”
“Because my expectations are too high. And no guy will ever meet them.”
“You mean, you won’t get married at all?”
“I can get married, but it won’t be someone I love. He’ll be someone I have to settle for, instead of someone I really love.”
“…”

Mind you, this is coming from a woman who constantly reminds me, whilst waking me up in the morning, “Don’t get boyfriend ah!”, when I am still in the middle of my drugged stupor of sleep…HOW EXTREMELY IRONIC.

Oh well!

NAAAAH.

TESTICLES FOR YOU!

:D

Labels: love, occassions, parents

Sunday, February 11, 2007

hihi... everyone's getting stressed up now about IB, and i know of quite a few lapsing into depression of some sorts. and in some ways, it's reminding me of RP... which is not good. cos one of the push factors from raffles was the insurmountable stress level in sec 3 and 4. where everyone's stressing and worrying about reaching their goal. except now it's not "oh no how to build a generator for physics? how to construct histones out of beads and clay?" but "EETOKCAS". they have almost achieved swear word status. it's that bad. ):

i was talking to hoe this morning and we were angsting about life... spiritually, and physically draining. it's very sad... that our lives are but a reflection of each other's, and a shadow of our own's... previously...before 2007. this year has seen obstacle after obstacle, workload after workload, barrier after barrier being constructed, i hardly have any time to breathe. i feel drained, tired and bogged down by all my responsibilities and commitments - and my planner's seriously PACKED.

and the funny thing is that it's not EETOKCAS for me. it's more like SCHOOLWORKCOUNCILCHOIR. mostly schoolwork and council, since choir camp is out of the way. hoe and i observed that we're just doing things as they come, without caring, just to get it over and done with, and out of the way...not evening questioning the purpose, not even feeling the cause for action. it's just all very systematic, and mechanical.

and every day i come home and i do council work, and my academics have accumulated into this massive backlog. i go into physics and i seriously muddle through everything. i have people mugging everyday (which is seriously INSANE because...what happened to the ACS free and easy environment that i left Raffles for?), and i don't care anymore because i don't even have time or energy to care.

people have observed that i'm more serious, stressed and tired, and seriously? i can't find myself smiling as easily as i used to. i don't want to angst about this to anyone, cos then everything will blow up in my face, see. one you let something out, everything just comes out. so too bad for me that my repressed misery shows on my face...even my face is tensed when i'm walking around and i'm always lost in thought. i want to be as happy as i was again.

but i can see no end to this workload for a few months. i really need to take a break ... like go somewhere and have fun and not worry. aiyah but... nvm. i was looking through rng's blog, and like rjc councillor's blogs...and i realised how i've drifted...as in like, it's inevitable that we drift cos we're all so caught up in our lives but you know...it's just being whimsical.

i want my childhood back.

i remember rng and i calling each other and talking about random stuff until 2 a.m. in sec 1 and 2, even though we weren't in the same class. i sat beside her for math tuition in p6, and then when we saw each other in RGS we just started calling and talking. in sec 3 and 4 AEP together, and then sleepover at her house while playing bridge and watching wangzibianqingwa till 4 am with ying and olivia. now we're like strangers... sigh. i don't even know what's going on in her life, much less people like qian, ying and enghui etc. when we used to go play basketball every holiday.

we're all drifters.

this is darn sad. i want all of you back in my life.

i want You back too.

Labels: friendships, relationships, school

Monday, February 05, 2007

talking to abby now! haven't heard from her in ages. thank God for friendships.

anyhow here are pictures from yiyang's eighteenth.

i hope everything i do will go smoothly.

i'll bring down the walls.

pray about it.

prayer heals.

Labels: birthday, pictures

Saturday, February 03, 2007

So many things have happened in a little over a week.
Please pray for Sam.
I will be lonely this week in Shineforth, but I'll be closer to God and listening to His word doubly hard.
Right now it may seem extremely unfair, but I think He has bigger plans for all of us - than living in the present.
So take heart, guys.

On another note, IB is taking its toll on all of us. Everyone's been catching some random bug or other - and I'm being weighed down by this incredible backlog of work I'm not even in the mood to handle. Everything's unravelling now - and I don't want to know what it's going to be like in a few months, with Council, SYF, Common Tests and Real IB German ab initio Paper all happening at the same time. It seems insurmountable, this mountain, right now. And like Teeps told me - "Cheryl, you're the culmulation of all responsibilities".
I want to do everything, and I want to do everything well.
I hope you guys understand.
But there seems to be no way out for SYF.

I'll be doing my first whole-school Chapel announcement on Monday, after which I have TOK Oral Presentation, I still have my untouched Siddhartha essay, untouched Miss Julie presentation, and untouched Operation Love surprise, untouched buy-Yiyang-a-gift-cos-his-party-is-tonight, and I still have to research on Afghanistan, seeing that I'm Ambassador for siMUN. Wowee. Not to mention the logistics for CAS project - I'm glad that reception has been pretty good thus far, already have like 14 people expressing interest for 25 places, even without me making the announcement. So hurry and sign up, guys! (Read previous post for CAS details)

I've not been spending my time wisely. And I've not been doing work. And no one believes me.

But count my blessings, and be thankful that I'm been endowed with good friends and people trust me to handle big-ass jobs.

And you. I hope I still mean something to you. But I'm afraid to make the first move again. I thought you said things were fine. I hope you meant it, because you really seem like you don't. Can we go back to November?

I don't want to feel like a stranger to you.

I don't want you to feel like a stranger to me.

Labels: relationships, school

Cheryl. aka Chers, Sim, Simster. 6th September 1989. Je suis enfant de Dieu. Child of Jehovah. BRMC Shineforth. Loves cathartic movies, books, musik, shopping, swimming, and jumping about crazily in the safe abode of my home. Enjoys flowers, cold weather, rainy days, long telephone conversations, wee hours of the morning, ice cold latte with whipped cream and a cookie on the side, meeting new people, church-going and my friends.

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