Want to go for Cell today but can't. Still have to stay at home to recover because the fever is still there lurking like some stupid wolf waiting to pounce on the unsuspecting sheep. I bet the minute I step out of the house it'll come back. Plus the medicine makes my fingers shaky so it's kind of taking some effort to type this out.

Was supposed to finish FR, IR, WWI today. Don't think I can finish though. Don't know if I can even start. If I'm well enough to sit here and type this out, logic would follow that I would be able to study. But unfortunately it doesn't seem like logic would follow in this case. I'm getting tired. Did some math yesterday, oh no, I'm just wondering if doing the TYS is enough and also I just realised that my trigo is really kind of bad. Or maybe cos it isn't the real A level so I'm not putting my best effort to do the past year papers. But mum says it should be enough because I'm sitting for the A level not for some other school prelim paper. But please let the papers be easy!!!!

I got a huge bruise on my neck. Sounds rather *raise eyebrow* here but I should think it's because I was sleeping pressed against the cool wall to get my temp down and I kept coughing and bumping my neck against the wall. Don't know how to describe it adequately but thank goodness for the wall because it helped keep my temp at a lower level. About 37. something at least. Anyhow the colour should change in a few days so watching the colour change should make for some minor entertainment.

Since the medicine is making me so sleepy, I shall go off to bed. 2 days of potential studying wasted.

JiaXun says: Maybe your fever was brought on by the shock of Chelsea losing.

I wonder. Especially since I got this really high fever on thursday after finding out the news. No warning. No coughing. Sudden heat in the head. What a great time to get a fever. Basically cannot study much for the next few days while trying to recover. Sore throat now too. Ugh.

Had a really bad night. Could literally feel myself burning up. Never had it so bad before, hot and cold at the same time. Oh well, at least I'm sick before the As and not during.

Jia: Can I have both TOPSHOP and Chelsea? I don't have to choose!

I am upset and very much awake. Thank you Keith. If it wasn't for you, I would have still been sleeping away until perhaps about 9. (I'm sorry, sarcasm really is the lowest form of wit so I'll try not to be so... guess a twinge of it is still there) It isn't your fault that Chelsea lost on penalties though I really want to do the shoot the messanger thing here. I really hope there's no talk of (stamford) bridge falling down. Now that was kind of witty, Keith. It's sad to draw on your 10th game but it's even sadder to get knocked out of the Carling Cup. There's still the Premiership, the FA and the Champions League I guess. Win 2 of those please.

Wah... Defending champs to... I hate penalties. Just like how AC Milan lost to Liverpool because of penalties. And why didn't Lampard start? And why wasn't Cech used? I know quite a lot of people are happy that Chelsea didn't advance but I just can't help but wonder what else is in store. It doesn't make me love Chelsea any less, probably because when you start unknowingly supporting a team that was 6th in the league table at that time, you know losing/drawing/getting knocked out is all part of the football charm that results in either sheer joy or despair that may come unexpectedly.

Well, Chelsea's streak had to end sometime. Though if it had ended later than sooner I would be a lot happier. 1-1 against Everton. Carling Cup today against Charlton had better not see a result like Crystal Palace had given Liverpool 2-1. Immediate knock outs aren't fun. Especially if you're the losing team.

Anne Rice isnt going to continue writing the Vampire Chronicles. Somehow I'm not too surprised. Her earlier works were marvellous pieces of writing, though some have given the comments of it being sansationalised gothic... Haha. The later ones that incorporated the Mayfair witches were slightly less readable. Intending to write books about Jesus Christ seem slightly contradictatory considering her earlier works spoke of a world with creatures of the dark.

I've been sleeping and eating a lot, more than proportional to the time I spend on my studies. But eating healthy so it ain't too bad. Lots of oatties like oat crackers and oat bran (I don't know why but I really love oat biscuits) and raisins and the occasional chocolate which is no more because I ate the last piece just now. But I really do see the difference in staying at home in contrast to going to school for revisional lessons. So much more productive. And I really do mean it. It seems so strange that in less than 2 months it'll be all over and you'll be left feeling with this sense of accomplishment and perhaps even a sense of emptiness because you aren't really sure what you'll be doing in the next 6 months.

I sense even more piano lessons. Possibly a job. OH NO. Somehow I want to get a really flexible job which will allow me time for piano so I can finish it up once and for all. Or maybe I could spend the time bumming around and doing nothing. But I guess the December holidays will give me more than ample time for that. Guys will be going for NS... at least the good thing is that they won't have to worry about preparing for higher education until much later.

I suppose it's time for globalisation of the cold war. Either that or my daily afternoon nap that stretches far longer than it should.

What do you do when your team is down? You indulge in a wee bit of hysteria and message the Man U fan, a.k.a Keith with "Everton.Is.Going.To.Beat.Chelsea. What nonsense is that?" After that you realise that hey, it's only half time and you must support your team, how could you even think negative thoughts like that! Then talk to Jianyong who manages to make my half empty cup half full. Hooray for the master! Chelsea will succeed!!! Thank you hamster boy!!!

Aside from that my weekend has been filled with attempts to study Lit! Glorious wonderful subject that it is left me panicking during cell when talking with Esther. But hmm... it didn't remain much on my mind because I believe I can do it! Talking with those in my cell just sort of infects me with such a great sense of hope and belief in my abilities and theirs as well... And I just love all of them to bits. I hope Clara gets better, her nose was running away with her.

Saw this great looking black leather duster online... no, it's not a feather duster but it's this long leather jacket that falls about knee length that looks fab! But it's more for those countries with cooler climates like Autumn and Winter ya. Cos it'll be burning if you try to wear it during our so called days of summer in Singapore. Yes, we have days of summer... and days of the monsoon. But it's so beautiful I'm tempted to buy it, only the price really deters me from fulfilling that statement. I'm going to go into Jia mode and mutter "Lust Lust Lust" if I think about it any longer. Those shoes from Nine West and clothes from TOPSHOP are also going to ensure that the word slips out from my mouth more often. I'm so easily influenced.

Unbelievable. Anyway, my so called intensive studying should be starting soon. Yet I still want to know why we have to go back to school for extra lessons when the As are going to be starting soon. I feel like holing myself up until after the As. But I know I'm not going to survive so my dream of being a sort of chipmunk is merely wistful thinking.

Off to bed soon. Must put the just cooked and now cooling shepherd's pie into the fridge! Night!

A tribute to da manager, da man who made Chelsea Champions. Tis hard to find a picture of him smiling, which is a pity because when he smiles my heart flutters. At least I think he's good looking. For an older man. Say what you like about him, but you have to admit that he's done much to make Chelsea the team they are today.

To me, he's really 'The Special One'.

Very charismatic man. Even though I liked Chelsea starting from Ranieri's time, Mourinho's still the most endearing manager among the other managers in the leagues, at least that's how I feel.

Not to forget the team, for without the team, where would the manager be. Chelsea team AND manager, fantastic. Tis all I'm going to say.

Now all you fans of other football clubs, let me have my moment. Give Chelsea the respect they deserve after the good showing of the past 3 matches that they have played. And don't flame me. Because I don't flame the other clubs. (How many times must I repeat the "my blog my views" line)

Abromovich is kinda cute too. In a boyish way.

Okok... Somehow I've forgotten everything that I've studied for during those weeks of Prelim... Whee... Ended up SMS-ing Hwee just now to ask about some history extra lesson that turned into a shopping for Prom stuff discussion. Exclaiming in horror (and maybe a wee bit of admiration) for those who are going to wear 3 inch shoes... The simplicity of semi formal attire and what not. Eep. No wonder my mum is worried that I'm not studying hard enough, considering that my mind tends to wonder to the prom thing when I'm bored with my studying. I think it might be a different story if I've already gotten the whole works. But I haven't.

Heyhey.. woke up early at 235am to watch the Chelsea-Real Betis match! 4-0. Yay. Goal by Crespo was really quite stunning. The second goal was just haiz... Betis's goalkeeper's fault. Though Betis loss is Chelsea's gain so I'm not complaining. Essien was fantastic. And Mourinho's celebration was just so cute. (Yes I love him)

JiaXun! All that talk about ZARA and MANGO and TOPSHOP is coming at a really bad time. It's kind of squeezing all the facts in my head about Famine in Africa and The Rise of the Asian Tiger Economies out. (I have decided to do dominant trends on those small mini topics and hope it comes out. If it doesn't, oh well)

I also have hungar pains. And chocolate cravings. And I think that the actors who act as adult Chris and Wyatt in Charmed are so cute. Such nice names too. This is not only a disjointed post, it is also one that would not rate in my "Intellectual Hall of Fame" posts as something to THINK about. But it seems more like a nice girly post.

HOORAY FOR PINK. (I'm not sure if I'm being serious or not)

And I also love Sonya because she helped me write my testimonial. Even though some parts were... hmm... don't know how to say--bit funny, haha funny (the affection part in italics). But it's good yeah. Thanks a million. I owe you one!

Our class blog has experienced a revival courtesy of the farewell aseembly day on friday. Pictures of unforgettable memories and people all crowded into cyberspace. Looking back on friday, with the bustle of people scurrying to take photos to crystallize the memories, I feel almost drawn to say that being in VJ is one decision I will never regret and will always cherish. Yes, I've complained about the long bus trips (it CAN be improved if they replace the single decks with double decks) and the inane-ness of certain policies and perhaps the teachers (sometimes) but truly... VJ... words fail me.

I almost think I might miss it more than the secondary school. I know it's weird but it could also be attributed to the fact that one might not miss something as much after spending 10 years in the same place. Some people have commented that 10 years in an all girls school will turn a person into an old maid (probably due to the lack of contact with guys) But I disagree... After all, how different was it after coming to VJ and having guy classmates? Haha... okay, just kidding. And I'm digressing.

Even after 2 years, a relatively short span of time compared to secondary school... the second year especially, I've cultivated friendships that I truly will treasure. I've gotten to know some of my classmates better than the previous year and the testimont to that would definitely be going to town shopping with JiaXun which I would not have done if she had not been in a53--- tis true right Jia? I might not have gotten to know most of them if we had not been in the same class.

And so... to all my friends in a53... Cheers to 2 memorable years, I hope you treasured the moments. We'll have lots more.

Aside from that. Chelsea beat Bolton 5-1. Cher Hao gave me a high 5 on sunday. And thanks to Jude and her laziness in going to buy ant powder that resulted in lots of red ants crawling on the walls outside her house where the back gate was, I had 2 consecutive nights of red ants infesting my sleep. The second night was worse because there were red ants and black ones. The feelers were everywhere... Gross. I would write a lot more if I didn't have to go back to VJ (yes the school that I was previously gushing(?) about but now am about to complain about because no one in their right mind would want to spend their time travelling to school for 1.5 hours to do an SBQ and then travelling back home again) It's an SBQ for goodness sake! Bleah.

Is it just me or does the Nissan Sunny that we have newly acquired look from certain angles almost lilac? SFZ. Hmm... I wonder what the car number will be like when I get my own car. Probably SZZ. Or maybe I'll only be able to afford just the car number plate without the car considering how I might, just might, not be able to afford one. Unlike some lucky people I know who graduate and get a car as a gift. Oh well, we poor middle class people can only wallow in our own brand of self pity as we think of the beautiful lamboghini that remains out of reach of our grubby paws.

Quek Hwee Sonya... all went for the Michael Buble concert on Monday Me? No one to go with. Probably asked too late. Intended to ask Sonya but well, she was already going with someone else already. See, that's why Christine needs a boyfriend. In my current very warped view of things, I see a boyfriend as an instant companion to accompany me on whatever I want to do and partake in my madness. Of course, (as a disclaimer, I know boyfriends are not meant to be like an instant companion so don't tsk tsk me), I KNOW that but well, it's like one of the perks. Hee. Anyway, moving along now, considering how much they gushed and raved about it, I regretted not making more of the effort to ask around among my good friends to ask if anyone wanted to go.

Got back my prelim grades and I really want to thank the Lord for giving me so much of His grace. And Ms Goh who gave me one more mark for my history to help me make the next grade when she didn't have to. That was really really sweet of her. And my Lit was saved by my PC so I'm happy. =) "Smile, it will infect your answers"- Wise words and pearls of wisdom from Mr Sayers. Haha. Felt kind of sad that it was our last history S session, either that or it was sheer fear at the thought of taking the history S exam that made my gut feel like it was churning. I'm serious. I'm just thinking of how much more reading I still have to do before I can tell myself I'm ready to sit for the paper. I think I managed to get away this time because the questions (one of them) I did before, so it was a matter of refining the argument.

I know I tend to see the glass as half empty rather than full but perhaps that's when we're talking about things like grades and school. I don't think I'm AS negative when I'm out there having a good time with my friends. I mean, school kinda does that to you, makes you wee bit negative that is (It IS school, wee bit hellish if you want to exaggerate a little). But seriously, I can see things as half full, like now and more so this year with all the changes (most notably my relationship with God), just not all the time because that would be freaky. Imagine Christine walking around wearing this huge mega-watt smile on her face all the time. Goosebumps I tell you. But I'm happy... when I'm watching Chelsea play and when I reflect and appreciate the things I have in life... Some things are just so precious and uncountable that I wonder how I could have got through life if it weren't for the little things that make up the bigger picture. Thank you, all those who have showered my life with these happy moments. =)

I am incredibly irritated by something. It probably is a culmination of such a great week. Actually, truth be told, this week wasn't as bad as I feared. But the irritation just lingers on. It's as though I'm invisible or something.

List of irritating things
-Stupid source based question that pulled down my history on monday
-Stupid stomachache on tuesday
-Going to school for two lessons plus S paper on thursday (A grand total of 2 plus hours having actual lessons while doing nothing much for the 6 odd hours waiting for S, don't ask me why I didn't study but my brain was really tired!)
-Sleeping most of my week away
-Inability to find a prom dress (maybe I wasn't looking seriously enough)
-All the other homework that we're supposed to do when all I want to do is to study following my own plan.
-Having to go and do 12 history outlines (TIACT) for tomorrow

List of good things
-I passed my econs, minimum but a pass is a pass
-Hopefully I can get a D in my lit
-Jose Mourinho's name has become a trademark
-Went out with JiaYing YuXin Sharon Krystle
-Cell was fun (Love talking with you people)
-Church was a good reminder to me
-Clara blew me a kiss (hee-sometimes I just feel like I don't want to leave church)

Oh well, even though I feel kind of sad because of something, the weekend is enough to make me happy.

Not because of who I am
But because of what you've done
Not because of what I've done
But because of who you are

I think the lyrics are so meaningful. Thank you for that special reminder Lord.

Let's see, left school after Beloved tutorial today because stomach was too pain. Slept for more than 4 hours. Woke up, pain still there. Cannot eat anything without pain ripping through my stomach. I wonder what I ate yesterday. School sucks. I wonder if I'm doomed to failure everytime I'm faced with lit.

Anyway, the day's almost over and done with. But still have to go through at least 2 chapters of Econs. I calculated it already, because there will be days booked in my schedule that doesn't allow me any time to study AT all, we're talking about more than a week, so I have no choice but to start a week earlier than expected. Ey, wonder if I'm doing the right thing with my studying methods. First time I ever took a major exam without the help of a tuition teacher.

Sometimes I really wonder if my brain knows what it's doing. It's an almost conscious need to punish myself by shoving the reality of the unattainable in front of my face. And part of me feels like begging for more. Utter rubbish. How insecure this makes me feel. Almost... lost

Liverpool 1-4 Chelsea. Wonderful score. Exciting game. Don't criticize Chelsea any more for being boring or sure win champions because of their money. Alan Henson says so. And he's a BBC Sports Expert and belonged to Liverpool before.

"We have a team with more points, victories and goals. Last season we broke every record. What more do people want?
-Mourinho

Of course Chelsea isn't invincible. The players know that, the manager knows that (to a certain extent haha), the fans know that. But as a club, they try to give the best they can, and as supporters, we try to support them as best as we can.

Good start to the week. But it's only monday. I know I'm being slightly pessismistic but getting back 2 lit papers where I barely get an E should be some sort of warning sign. Boohoo. But Chelsea's win does make the week better. =)

Come on, Chelsea, work it! Just work that magic of yours! (Now plainly, I am online watching the game unfold in clear black wordings on the screen page of BBC) If in the first 20 mins you have 60% worth of possession, let's see some goal scoring... (by Chelsea)

So while we wait, comments.

Television without pity. Wonderful site. I love the way they critique the shows, of course if you're looking for straight out commentaries, it ain't the site for you to check things out. But if you want opinions, it's really good. America's Next Top Model comments had me laughing out loud. Though that show makes me a wee bit depressed sometime, those people just remind me of the need to get rid of the flab. Oh how unforgiving the industry of modelling is! Not that I've ever had the chance to experience just how unforgiving it is.

Internet shopping can get really addictive. Looking at some pages of prom dress wear that my friend sent me, nice, but the price ain't as nice. We're living in a world where one cannot survive without money. That's really really sad for people like me who don't have much savings thanks to don't know what... managed to spend on in one day what I've taken more than a month to save.

YEESSSSS!!!! A goal by Frank Lampard in the 25th minute! Just when I was going to moan and groan about it being more than a quarter through the game without a goal. Okay, now you guys. DEFEND. I don't care, just hang on to that lead. Mourinho, tell your men to give Cech all the support he needs. Don't give Liverpool the pleasure of concluding the game with 1-1. The balloon deflates. Lampard gets a booking 2 minutes later. DOTZ. Possession by Chelsea slipping. Grr.

I know writing about football on my blog kinda gets boring for those who don't watch it or support any team so I shall just write about something else.

Would anyone want to buy a suit from Donald Trump's line? It's probably really expensive. Guys have it so much easier than girls. Think about it before anyone accuses me of being sexist or something like that. They have basically 2 colour choices, black or if you can carry it off, white. (Unless you want to be special and do brown or something but the suit colour is normally the basic black) You either choose a two piece or a three piece. You choose a coloured shirt. You choose a tie to match the shirt. You choose a belt. You can choose cufflinks. You wear your dress shoes. (Now I know somehow I may be belittling the menswear industry which I can assure you I'm not, but I'm just trying to show how they MAY have it easier than girls)

(Stupid Gerrard just made it 1-1)

Girls have to choose the colour and the cut of the dress. We have so many colours and in so many shades. Then, we have to see if we want strapless, a halter or what. We have to pick shoes, how high the heels, the cut, the colour. Accessories, COLOUR and CUT again. We do our hair. Must do makeup and choose the colour. Cover my pimples. Make sure we can walk in our heels. I could go on but the tie by Liverpool is making me upset. This would not have happened if Gerrard had just accepted Chelsea's offer and gone over!

I'm not sure who said this but I know of a saying that the problems of this world can all by blamed on the men. Would football be as exciting if there wasn't good looking players (plus manager-hey, the newspapers acknowledge that fact) on Chelsea? Well, let's say it's a contributing factor. But we certainly can't blame natural disasters on men can we. So the statement is already questionable. Eep. Too much history.

(I love Damien Duff 2-1!!!!) Half time now... should go to bed bed. Don't draw, please. Don't let Liverpool win. =)

Looking at the 2004 paper and trying to do it without going through the lecture notes and regaining all the lost math knowledge is rather suicidual and perhaps a waste of time but considering that I've basically used most of my last week quite uselessly, not studying and going out and sleeping lots, I would consider it an achievement that I actually decided to even try it out. Prelims seemed such a daunting task so much that now it's over, I get the feeling as though the actual A levels have been over and done with. I wonder how many people feel the same way.

Rather worried about failing econs, as in getting an O, because the possibility's quite high. The track record with case studies aren't exactly stellar and the SBQs for history make the grading so unpredictable. I want to do well. At least give me a BCDE but I'll more likely get CCDE. At least never fail some subs good enough already. Hmm... I've said it before and I'll say it again. I really do think that somehow I've been given an answer to whether I should go overseas. In the first place, it was all dependent on whether I get a scholarship or not. I don't see the scholarship organizations begging to get me in and not sure if the Universities will offer me a place, so most probably going to stay in Singapore. I'm actually not very upset by that, I'm not those who desperately want to leave (I love Singapore) and I don't wanna say goodbye to all those I've come to know so much better ever since the start of my JC life. It's all right to say 'just try' but it can be demoralizing to just keep trying and just NOT getting. Since I've already paid for my UK applications before the Prelims, I'll 'just try' in a way. I guess there'll always be the advantages and disadvantages of going abroad to study.

On a less serious note, I have a bad craving for chocolate. We have chocolate biscuits thanks to the girl guide cookies but no chocolate. No huge MARS/Snickers bar sitting in the fridge waiting to be devoured. No coke light either. No soft drinks. Only healthy food like grapes, multi-grain bread and what not. It just HAS to happen that on a day I decide to leave the calorie counting to other people who are more weight-obsessed than me (the old 50kg but think they're fat people) there's nothing remotely unhealthy in the house.

Man U could have very well lost that match against Fulham. Charlton was beaten by Spurs. And the Liverpool-Chelsea match could be a draw. Arsenal against Birmingham would be Arsenal's win. I'm really hoping that Chelsea win this match. Drawing in the Champions League group stages isn't that bad but losing their winning streak in the Premiership? Sad. At least give me some good news in a week that's seen more bad than good. Nothing about Mourinho in the headlines lately because of his annoyance with the media for twisting his words. Quite sad.

Ahah. Stats have shown that Liverpool are the team that play long balls. Not Chelsea. In fact, Chelsea is at the bottom of the table of stats, a 20 something percent compared to Liverpool's 40 percent. Let's just end that debate.

Heard that some of my friends have bought their prom dress already. I haven't began looking. Should start soon I guess. At least before the so called intensive studying on my part starts again in a new cycle of torture.