*WARNING: THIS IS A LAME POST!

:x


Sometimes, I suspect the only reason why I keep pushing myself is because of what had happened.



To concentrate on my game, is hard enough.



It tires me out easily.



To even attend school can turn into a chore for me at times.



Ever since I stepped foot in R.P.,



things have really taken a turn for me.



I no longer am the nerdy and tom-boyish looking girl that I was.



The zodiac predictions came true.



Too true to be true. Obviously. Take my word for it.



I never once thought I would take that such drastic a step to change my life here.



Badminton as my I.G.? Never in my wildest dream. No siree!



Pharmaceutical Sciences? I don't know.


I'm just taking a step at a time,


hoping not to anger or cause anymore hatred or resentment directed at me.


I just want to have a loving relationship with my friends.


I want my ster-ster to be happy. Smile, even though it is hard. It is ok, I am here for you.


I want my ping-ping to be the happier self that I haven’t seen in ages ever since you guys never made it.


I want myself to be the best that I can be.


I want to excel and hope to bring my vocal range to the next level, but I know that it does take a lot of time and practice.


And when I mean a lot, it is a LOT, because it is SUE YEE you are talking about here. :x


I hope to get accepted into the new I.G., without any lame excuses :x (If my voice quality sucks, then so be it, full stop, na da!)


I want my friends around me to be happy.


I don't wish to be the cause of your dilemma, your worries or even your burden.


I appreciate all that you guys have done for me.


Thanks for being there when I need you guys.


I love ster-ster.


I love ping-ping.


I love W35F.


I love W35E.


I love Li Shi and Ryan.


I love singing.


I love playing the sport of badminton.


I love singing.


If I could really pass my audition with my own ability, and that I could build my vocals on a better foundation and even realise my *lame childhood dream,


then maybe, everything that I have fought for,


would be worth the while if all would be xxxxxxxxxx.


One day, perhaps,


one day.


I will be.



:]

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Countdown: 4 Days!

ARGH!!

4 more days ONLY!

It is 4!

No longer that 3 months that I once saw.

No longer that 2 weeks that I once thought of.

No more.

I'm seriously praying for the main players not to report sick at the last moment.

No siree!

Do that and I might just faint on the spot or feign injury :x Lols.

Seriously? Please don't report sick.

RP's reputation lies in the hands of you guys!

I guess POL-ITE would promise to be a spectacular one.

IVP would be an even greater eye-opener, what with more experienced players.

Entertaining!!

Maybe I should grab some popcorn to go along with the show; some beer too, make it Erdinger; :x

Please support my friend's online shop!

http://japancutieprincesses.blogspot.com/

and denise's shop

http://www.woot-shoes.blogspot.com

Many things have since happened.

I am happy.

The things that you say you would do, despite the difficulties you faced.

I don't want to see you suffer no more.

Don't come.

To come is akin to sending your health back to that initial state of mental and physical depression that it just dealt with.

I am only a benchwarmer.

It is not worth it.

I did something which I thought might just infuriate X.L.

I left my over-sized jerseys at the tailor's.

She objected to the alteration of my jerseys

due to the primary reason that $2 went to printing the individual players' names on the bottom of the jerseys.

And alteration meant doing away with the printed name.

But how was I to even play in a game

or even wear it if I am constantly adjusting the nightgown-cum-jersey every few minutes? :x

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Felt a tinge of injustice.

Picked over 2 solid hours worth of shuttles.

No doubt.

And the favor was not even returned. :(

I think that things work in both ways.

If you want to train,

you pick up the shuttles when the others have had their go and vice versa.

This IS how it all works.

You do not expect people to go picking up shuttles after you ALL the time when you never did your part.

And best of all, Loke still asked:" Why? Tired ar?"

Looking on the bright side, picking up shuttles might not be that bad after all.

Hidden intangible values lay hidden :x

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Jing;

Li Shi;

Ryan;

and me.

Is it the start of a new friendship?

I wonder.

I hope.

:x

*I've finally gotten my skinnies!! Woohoo!!


*Jiayou Jing!

*Jiayou Esther!

*Jiayou Hui Ping!

*Jiayou Hui Xian, Jiayou Denise!

*Jiayou Wei Qiang!

*Jiayou Bing Yang!

*Jiayou Hui Xin!

*Jiayou Pei Ling!

*Jiayou Esther!

*Jiayou Wei Ling!

*Jiayou Li Shi!

*Jiayou Ryan!

*jiayou Joyce!

*Jiayou Emmerline!

*Jiayou Wen Xia!

*Jiayou Clayton aka Patrick!

*Jiayou Rowena, Welna, Eneida, Isabelle, Farhan, Firdaus, Eng Kiat, Lester!!!

Everyone jiayous for UTs and other upcoming events!

Go, go, go! (Especially for xx. Do your BEST!! Give that one shot ALL you've got! If need be, I'll nag until you go crazy :x lols!)

Labels: the day after the day after

We're getting there!

What with Bennett and the strait-jacket;

Patrick a.k.a. Clayton-->Bennett's room-mate and the random occasional spillage of vulgarities from Bennetto's mouth;

Eng Kiat the random gay guy and hilarious heck-care attitude;

Firdaus the funny joker who pokes fun at practically every "best-loved facilitator" counting from the back (Morica and Alvin);

Rowena the high class "W35E-zian" (I thought it sounded like citizen so I'll refer to W35E peeps as E-zians)

who dreams of the "supreme wife" life, dressing like one too (hot style!);

Welna, the cool, emo-black girl who possesses great vocal and analytical ability;

Farhan the Capoeira-Crazed-Alvin-Labelled-Self-Disruptive Monyet (the one who said Denise was cute :x);

Emmerline the beautiful girl-next-door who cares for just about everyone;

Wen Xia the bubbly girl with a cute character, particularly DISLIKES Alvin, his smile and his ever-so-difficult questions to retort back.

Isabelle the "Morica-Labelled-Walking-CPF-Dictionary", she's smart, I tell you.

Eneida the pro Fi~Fi enthusiast, filling the class with her hearty laughters;

And last but definitely not the least- Da Jie (Hui Xian) who stood by me, confiding and sharing all that we have been through. Thanks a lot, from the bottom bottom bottom of my heart.

W35E-zians. Rock on!

FINALLY !!

The audio cable was bought !!

~ Kudos to Patrick a.k.a Clayton :]

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Pray I make it through it all.

The jersey is so big.

And when I say that it is big,

I actually mean that it is gi-mongous even if it clearly states Size "s".

The red jersey is nice. The blue jersey is not that appealing, but still passable, nonetheless ...

The jerseys, they might as well be my pyjama, my night gown, whichever you deem fit.

Go girl!

Footwork!

Shadow!

Focus!

Relax!

Thaddeus!

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*finally! my first "A" from ALVIN! The "evil" facilitator teaching A112 :x

5 things in my bag:


Shorts



Tissue paper



Dri-fit shirt



Water bottle



Ear-piece




5 things in my head:


Friendly match with Christ Church



So Sleepy right now



Paradox is so mind-boggling



JJ Lin songs to hum with Clayton the Patrick



What to blog next





5 words i frequently use:


Chio Bu


Wa Kau



Sian


Siao Ar


Wa Lau



5 recent smses received:


Esther



Clayton



Clayton



Hui Xian



Jing





5 recent things i just did:



Did UT



Saw Ryan



Singing JJ's songs with Patrick



Got bogged down by paradoxes



Ate waffle





5 things in my wardrobe:


Watches



Pencil Box



Black Stockings



Shirts



Jeans





5 things i just ate:


Waffle


Vegetables


Garlic Bread



Chicken



Rice





5 people i'm tagging:


Esther



Ivan


Denise


Weiling


Piang



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Just got wind of the TERRIFYING NEWS!!

NEWS FLASH: Christ Church Secondary School vs. Republic Polytechnic

(Friendly Match)

VENUE: Republic Polytechnic's Badminton Hall

TIME: Saturday, 13th October 2007, 9.30- ~

DEFINITION OF FRIENDLY MATCH: ?? please enlighten thee.

CAPABILITY: Still in the process of measuring.

POSITION PLAYED: Questionable.

EMOTION: Still uncertain.

*I thank you for the blessings you gave me.

*Thank you for the blessings you gave me.

*Thanks Jacob! & the God you worship.

Labels: ARGH

There's just so many things to talk about right now.


The story of the Kettle and the Pot.


It just amazes me


how much of a difference


the value of friendship means exactly to the very same Pot who called another the Kettle,


when the Pot itself could not distinguish between


what exactly IS harming the water that it is trying to protect all along.


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Perched on the seat of the bench,


under the cosy canopy,


sheltered from the lazy and wet drizzling exterior,


we sat across each other.


Munching away on the sweetness of the chocolaty waffle,


we talked, just about anything and everything.


The feeling was just right.


The lazy calm surroundings.


The beautiful carpet of grass that lay around us.


For the first time since god knows when,


I felt at ease.


The calmness that penetrated my very soul.


The contentment.


To just sit there on the bench,


confiding and talking to D.J.


Too many.


Simply too much have been happening that has thrown me off guard.


I was vulnerable.


No doubt, but have I grown stronger.


D.J. has.


She has grown from all her struggles.


Remember cutting the thread off me?


Recall the time when I struggled to save myself from drowning in the icy lake below.


Think back on the time when I suffered hypothermia.


I'm glad, for I have emerged a happier self than I was way back before.


Way back to when I started building my financial power.

Labels: I get it now, To hold on is to let go

Poor girl.


My sis, she's sick.


Whatever she's down with, I'm not in the least sure.


The doctor was crossed out of the list.


Poor esther,


her food poisoning seems to have a toll on her health.



My eczema is back again,


reloaded and back to harm my skin's defence system.


S.H.I.T.


Go girl!


I hope to spend more time with the girls.


Hopefully in Wild Wild Wet?


But not without being mindful of my dreaded figure.


Don't look! It's out of shape!


Maybe it might be what is needed for us to bond and acquire the synchronisation.


POL-ITE does not spell the end of it all.


After the POL-ITE games,


we still have IVP!!


ARGH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I never thought that I would have that amount of courage to go stand beside them.



It turned out that the cute drummer from the boy band was one of the judge. WOOHOO!

Never really followed the episodes of "Hey! Gorgeous",


so I only had a faint idea how the game was played.

That's Desmond, cool. Me on the rightie. Isabelle on his leftie!

Today was really something.. different.

There was a shared topic for us all to gossip about.

Something that we could all relate to;

start surfing the net for the hunks and babes of our institute;

commenting on their every vote,

exclaiming at every face that we think does not in the least deserve the votes that they got.

D.J. was joking about how some were even so thick-skinned enough to cast a vote for themselves.

There was one who technically does not fit the description of a ...

how should I put it in the least heart-crushing way possible

a ... handsome, humble, hunky, young guy who

does not vote for himself.

That is the understatement of the year.

UNLESS.

Unless, for a remote chance,

he was deliberately set up by his classmates (poor guy)

got sabotage. :x (in this case, his mates are the evil ones at work here, spoiling our school's reputation.)

**** I've got Mi Lu Bing's PIN!!! YEAH! :)

Everyone has found their place.



Right where they do belong to.



Denise has found another avenue to showcase her newfound enterprising skills.



Check this out.



http://www.woot-shoes.blogspot.com/



Case Study: Do I put "SUE" or "Lai.S.Y" or "Sue Yee" on my jersey.



Which one looks better?



I'm sorry.



There are a lot of things that I know is inevitable.



There is no running away from it all.



Whether I do it or not,



it still has its cause and effect that is going to haunt me.



I am alone.



On my own.



Where do I stand?



Indecisiveness is a crime here in this context.



It kills everyone.



Even if they are not directly involved.



Am I a murderer?



Is time my accomplice?



Affairs of the heart- they are like sweet poison.



Answers do not come naturally.



This matter is tearing people and relationships apart.



I'm sorry.



I feel like a criminal- for my inability to produce a concrete reply to answer for it all.



Can everything just stop?



Stop.



And freeze till it all dawns on me.



I thought that I was freed, after everything was trashed out.



I thought that my struggle for answers were over as soon as it all ended with that S.M.S.



However, it was just the start of a hurricane.



An imminent disaster that would descend upon my very soul.



Affecting not only me,



but a far wider reach than I thought it would.



It all comes as a package.



Aku Tak Tahu!!

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SUNDAY, OCTOBER 7, 2007


But now the wait is over.


I've found my answers.


I'm truly sorry to those of whom I have hurt deeply in the course of everything.


I know that I have probably killed all my friends around me.


I have lost some to eternity.


I know. Because my gut feelings told me so.


I hate it when my gut feelings are true.


9 out of 10 times, the "BINGO" light goes off in my head.


I hated it when tubifex worm and my enmity went on.


I hated it when my intuition was right about Tinky Winky.


I hated it when I was right AND wrong about the whole saga.


I'm sorry.


Please forgive me.


I don't want anymore casualties.


I don't want to lose more friends to unknown factors because of it all.


Most of all,


I don't want to lose you.

It's OCTOBER now.

There's just too much things to talk about now.

Too much to think about right now.

Very soon, it would be the end of the month.

It will be the time when it all spells my doom.

It is all happening too fast for me to take them all in.

Competition, competition and still competition.

Stop that crap.

I know jolly well where my priority lies.

Stop asking me the same old questions whenever we meet on corridors.

Are you going for training? Are you going for training? Are you going for training?

If they push me too hard,

the committment wears off.

It is killing my initial spark and drive.

Gosh.

I'm a little sick and tired of it all.

I'm scared that I would lose,

I mean it is all predictable.

Competition on inter-school level is definitely not a place for a novice.

Especially when she has only started proper training for 5 months now.

There is too much to ponder and ask myself.

Far too much that I can handle.

Invisible forces above,

I need answers.

Please show me THE way.

I don't want to hurt no one no more.

Only time and action will tell it all.

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