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Rachel --
[noun]:
A real life terminator
Birthday: 6 September
Music is my life.
I love my friends.
I love my family.
I love animals.
I love drumming.
I love making new friends.
I love hanging out with people and just having fun.
I like strawberry vodka!
Chocolate Ice Cream is the best.
I love myself.
Yep, all you old/young dogs out there, it's your year. Go celebrate. But then again, it's all the same. I didn't really recieve any special treatement during the year of the dragon anyways. So, LET'S ALL PARTY!!!
Let's see... My mum is born in the year of the dog, so is my cousin, Elizabeth. Not really sure about the rest... That's about it all I guess. OH! Can't forget the future new additions to the family, my two cousins' are pregnant and due sometime June and August.
Anyway, I better cut this short, got plenty of houses to visit, which means... MORE MONEY!!! Have a safe Chinese New Year all. Gong Xi Fa Cai. Xin Nian Kuai Le. Wan Shi Ru Yi. erm... Xin Xiang Shi Chen. Eh... That's all I can come up with... God, my chinese is going down... Oh well...
Yep, you get that? DO NOT DRINK AND DRIVE. Let's all have a safe chinese new year.
And Holden and Winter aren't exactly born in the year of the dog. Holden's born in the year of the Rooster and Winter's born in the year of the Snake (if my calculations are right.) But they're Dogs so...
This is a composition that I wrote for a paper when I was...15-16. I got pretty high scores for it. And seeing that I have nothing else to post for today. My as well share some of my work. Enjoy.
Swiftly, I edged across the cold, menacing looking cave that we sought shelter in. “Tomorrow is the day we are all going to die.” A spasm of anger suddenly swept though me. “But… But… I can’s die! I’m only 21 years old!”
I was forced, forced to do something I did not want to do. Now that we are hundreds and thousands of feel above the ground, I had no choice… According to my calculations, the next cave was a few thousand feet below. We were all sick, and our resources were running dry. We needed medical help, fast. We needed food, water, and most of all, warmth. “Whatever we have now is not going to last long… It’s only enough for one person…” I mumbled under my breath. Suddenly, a sinister idea struck me. An idea so evil, but an idea that would save my life.
I had to act fast. The rest were stirring and the sun was peeking thought the clouds. Quickly, I unzipped everyone’s bag and unloaded the necessary stuff that I needed to last me for my climb down. After u gad transferred everything I needed into my bag, I took a knife out and slipped it into a place that I could easily access while climbing down.
After the others had awakened, I pretended to have trouble putting my safety gear on. “You guys go on ahead. I’ll be with you in a jiffy.” I shouted to them. Luckily for me, they were far too mentally exhausted to realise that their bags were lighter than the day before. I waited until I was sure that they were way below before I started scaling down the mountain. I was ready.
Taking my knife out, I caught a glimpse of my reflection. I didn’t see myself, I saw the devil smiling schemingly. I was not ready to regret and back out. I was desperate, desperate to reach home safely to live the rest of my rich, exuberant life. I clenched my teeth and forcefully cut the three ropes that my friends had entrusted their lives on. “Ahh…!” I could hear my friends’ voices echoing as they fell. I looked down and managed to catch a glimpse of one of my friend’s face, my best friend, Peter. He was not screaming. Instead, he looked at me with sad eyes. I quickly shook that look away and continued to scale down the mountain. I had to stay alive.
Four days later, I finally reached home, back safely in my comfort zone. I told my friends’ parents that they did not manage to survive as they were too sick. They wept sadly and my friends’ cries for help echoed throughout my head once again.
Up to this day, I am still haunted by the echoes and expression of my friend’s face. It had changed my life drastically but looking back, I had no choice. If I did not do what I did, how would I have become a proud owner of an insurance company?
Right. So this post will be regarding about all the shit my brother was put though in school.
Something big happened in class, he posted it on his blog, WITHOUT ANY NAMES MENTIONED, dumbass English teacher of his saw it, CALLED my house, (which fucking teacher would call a student's house just to tell him to take a post off a blog. God, does she have any fucking life? Go fuck your husband if you're that bored.) then my brother took it off and said, "Are you happy now?", he goes to school tomorrow and gets an EMO treatment from his fucking form teacher. "I'm so hurt..." Oh boohoo... Go home and cry to your mother you fukcing kid. Wasted half an hour of my brother's education time and gave him a shower of your sick rantlings. You could have spent that half an hour trying to make your lessons better. Jeez I really question how the teachers are picked nowadays.
To that dumb teacher, here're some pointers to being a good teacher:
1) Make the lessons interesting. (And no, I don't mean, making your students walk around the class numerous times just to explain some fucking physics theory. It's not Physical Education time damnit. Get your lessons sorted.)
2) Teach. And when you do, please please please make sense.
3) Respect your students. Don't cut them off halfway and not let them explain themselves.
My brother was never in the wrong to start with. He merely blogged whatever that happened on that day and in the first place, you, as a teacher, do not have the right to control his life outside of school. My brother can talk about whatever he wants to talk about in his blog and it is none of your business. Be glad that my brother didn't call the MOE up to tell them what happen. Besides, your school is a piece of shithole anyways. Your reputation is as bad as fuck, so no point trying to save your school reputation any further.
To that form teacher who threatened to give my brother a shitty testimonial. FUCK YOU SLUT! Grow up, get a life and stop being so fucking emo. Emo for men your age are for men who are gay. Defination of a Gay: Someone who fucks another guy. If you dare to give him a fucked up testimonial and ruin his future. I will report your fucking laziness to the school. AND if your school refuses to do anything about it, then I will procceed to the MOE and make sure that your get your pretty emo ass fired. In addition to that, I will spread whatever happened on that day that sparked all the events to everyone in Singapore. Just need to post a few bulletins here and there and there we go. The school's reputation down the drain. You think you have the right to tell my brother not to listen to your class? Let me tell you something, it is my brother who has the right not to listen to your class, seeing the boring redundant shit you put the class through. You can't teach, you have a bloody attitude problem and you should just go into a retirement home.
To the teacher who was snooping around, poking your nose into stuff that are none of your business, go get a fucking life. Jump off a cliff or something... Just... Shut up.
*Note: This post was done by MYSELF and MYSELF ONLY. No one made me put this up. No one except for lazy ass teachers with nothing better to do. If you have a problem with it, LEAVE MY BROTHER OUT OF IT. You can come look for me anytime. Just give me a call and I'll be more than happy to talk the shit out of you. Remember, THIS IS NOT WRITTEN BY MY BROTHER SO IT IS NONE OF HIS BUSINESS.
Rachel was reminiscing at 11:20 am
I am totally ashamed and embarassed to do this only last minute because of my absent-mindedness.
Happy birthday Ain/woman/iron/Queen of England/bakar/person-who-nearly-walked-into-the-boy's-toilet, you're 19 this year... Damn you're old... Haha i'm joking. You know I love you really. =) Best wishes for the coming year! Mwah!
Have you ever felt so stressed up that death is the only escape? When you feel that the whole world is piling their problems up on your shoulders, not making the temptation to die fade off? When at school you're trying your best to be a good friend, a good team mate, a good class representative but people tend to come in your way and mess it all up. When you want to tell a family member something but then you're afraid of what they will do, when you're afraid that they will forbid it and bar you from the only source that is keeping you alive, that is being your only escape, that is de-stressing you. You wish that your family members are much more open minded and not succumb to the few cases shown on the newspaper and television and just come to a conclusion that if you were to do that, this is what will happen to you. Sometimes you need a certain thing but your parents deem it unnecssary. They think they know what is best for you, and I agree with that. They just want to keep their children safe. However, there are sometimes when it becomes more of what they want and what they expect of you. And like, "I didn't have this when I was your age so why must you have it now?" kind of thing. You feel like you've become a stigma, an outcast. You wish that you was never born in the first place to start with. You want a certain someone to talk to, and that someone is readily avaliable as he's your sibling and is the only person who would seem sensible enough to keep a secret but on the other hand you don't know if you can trust him enough to keep such a precious secret. You are 18 this year but your parents treat you as if you're 12 and you wonder when you can shake out of their iron grip. You have an argument with your parents and feel guilty later because you think of the few times when they were so nice to you. You look at a sharp object and wonder what it would be like to cut the main nerve on your hand and bleed till you die. You wonder if life is better after you're dead, or whether you just become an empty memory after you die. You imagine scenes of yourself in a coffin-dead, and wonder how people will react to your death?
Have you ever felt like giving up all the good things in life just over one main source of pain?
Rachel was reminiscing at 1:34 pm
Today, me, Fariz, Alvin, Agnes and Syamira had a french fry showdown.
It all started out when Fariz decided to snatch the fry Alvin was about to pick up. Well Fariz got it. Then I challenged Fariz to snatching my fry. Heh... Thank god I was a lil faster. However Agnes got a shower of fries all over her cos Fariz seemed to have like, flipped them all over.
Annyways, for some reason we decided to put a small fry in the middle of the tray and the five of us, me, Fariz, Alvin, Agnes and Syamira, seeing that Ain didn't want to play. So our hands were ready on the go, to get that one fry. In the end, Fariz won. And I tipped Agnes' coke over, thank goodness the lid was tight. Otherwise, I'd be sitting in Digital Electronics, with one leg of my pants dripping wet.
Oh yeah! Today, for the first time, Ain and I was the FIRST pair to complete our pratical. Woohoo... Partay!!!
Let me sum up what my life is going to be like for the next few weeks. Projects, deadlines, exams, stress and nervousness.
Alrighty, new blog post, just NO MADONNA LYRICS!!! Bloody hell, that woman should like, retire and find someplace to hide and like, rot...
Life has been rather fair to me I suppose... Going to have a maths paper later today. I'm aiming for a distinction. Wish me luck people... Anyways, in this new post, I'll be touching on the topic, Animal Abuse. Seriousness now people.
To say nothing,to do nothing,stops nothing
Most people are aware that animals play an important role as sentinels of disease and toxins in our environment. The proverbial canary in the coal mine is a well-known example: the sick canary served as a warning sign for impending physical danger to the miners.
Recently, more and more evidence suggests that animals can play a similar role with regards to social violence. Some of the most striking evidence for a link between animal cruelty and human violence lies in the case histories of many of the 20th century's most infamous criminals.
Here are some cases of extreme animal abuse:
Mass-murderer and cannibal Jeffrey Dahmer killed neighbors' pets and impaled a dog's head on a stick.
Patrick Sherril, who murdered 14 co-workers and then killed himself, stole pets, then tied them up and allowed his own dog to mutilate them.
David Berkowitz, the so-called "Son of Sam," shot his neighbor's labrador retriever.
Albert DeSalvo, the "Boston Strangler," shot arrows into boxes of trapped cats and dogs.
Brenda Spencer, who fired 40 shots into a crowd of children, murdering 2 and wounding 9, had a history of setting the tails of neighborhood cats and dogs on fire.
Edmund Emil Kemper III, who murdered his mother and 7 other women, used to abuse cats and dogs.
Carol Edmund Cole, who murdered 35 people, admitted that his first violent act was strangling a puppy.
Richard Allen Davis, kidnapper and murderer, doused cats with gasoline and set them on fire.
Studies of prison inmates reveal that as many as 75% of violent offenders had early records of animal cruelty. There is also a high correlation between family violence and animal cruelty. A study in 1983 of New Jersey families referred to youth and family services for reasons of child abuse reported that 88% of cases had at least one member of the household who physically abused animals. An English researcher found that 83% of families reported for animal abuse also had children listed at high risk of abuse or neglect.
What right does it give us humans to abuse animals? They have feelings just like all of us. They feel hurt and pain all same. I saw a bullitien on myspace and I was pratically tearing. It showed a stray dog (I think) resting in a corner beside a vending machine. Suddenly, out of nowhere, a boy runs up to the dog and whacks it with a skateboard, the side with the wheels. The dog, of course, yelped in pain. I could even hear it's cry for help and how scared it was through the bark... If that wasn't enough, the boy went for a second hit. And the poor dog was terrified out of it's wits... [Note: The boy was LAUGHING while HITTING the dog.] How fucking sick is that? Why did he even THINK about doing it in the first place?
People should be more aware of what happens to the animals. You may think it's just beating up the animals, which is already very very brutally wrong. But sad to say, IT'S NOT JUST THE BEATINGS. You wanna see more? Click here. Don't click if you can't stand looking at graphical pictures.
I shall close with the words of Immanuel Kant: "He who is cruel to animals becomes hard also in his dealings with men. We can judge the heart of a man by his treatment of animals.".
Rachel was reminiscing at 11:09 am
Bloody fuck... My tagboard host kinda crashed... Like, a minute ago, I could see my newly posted tags from friends but now I can't even access my admin panel... What on earth is going on...
Annyways... After having a very annoying conversation with one of my mates, and after I spoke to Joe about it... I was told that that kind of behaviour is that of a Chav... God that friend of mine sure does fit the description perfectly... Here's the so called Defination of a Chav. For the rest of you who are too lazy to read every defination, here's the ones that I sieved out just for you.
Language Their language is a basic form of English thus avoiding any words they cannot spell or pronounce, even to the extent of creating new words only they know the meaning of.
The typical Chav speaks a language which has yet to be named. It claims to have its roots in English, although this is in some doubt. Most Chav words are mercifully brief, and sentences tend to be punctuated with 'innit' or some sort of expletive. Only chavs can truly understand the language - the rest of us can only guess at the witty repartie and intellectual gems of conversation that may pass between them.
Now I'm not trying to discriminate or anything but seriously, what the hell is going through that bloody mind of those chavs? Jeez... 1) You're NOT cool. 2) You're actiing like an IDIOT 3) Get a life
Ok I'm done... Have a good weekend all.
Rachel was reminiscing at 1:46 am
I love Blue and Yellow. (Song by The Used in case some of you n00bs don't know.)
Anyways, today was kinda laid back... Maths at 2pm - 4pm and seeing that the lazy ass Data Comm teacher cancelled lessons, it made my day even more awesome. Started on C Programming today... God I'm so tired... I'm like, falling asleep as I type... Might finish up the last chapter and call it a day.
Rachel was reminiscing at 10:10 pm
First day back at school... Started pretty well... C Programming was the first lesson. Learned about arrays. Kinda unstandable... Then during the C Programming tutorial, I was like, nodding away as i couldn't seem to sleep till like 6am in the morning. I'll get used to the normal "school routine" soon enough...
We were supposed to have a 2hour break before the Digital Electronics E-Learning, but I got told that the lecturer cancelled it. Which means... We had 3 hours to waste... Sat at Food Junction, messed around and talked and talked alot... From school to relationship matters to who's gonna get married first to speaking english instead of chinese etc etc... God... We can like, talk for a day and it's not enough for sure...
Ok so it was about time for maths. We dropped by the library and borrowed CDs. Then we hopped on to the lecture theatre. Fariz called and said that he's gonna join us an hour later, and he did. I could sense that he's not really his usual self... Asked and asked but he didn't want to tell me. So i didn't probe any further... And I shan't talk about what actually happened cos I respect his decision. If he doesn't want to tell me, I'll wait till he's ready to talk to me then...
Reached home pretty late... Charmed's new season was on and it was awesome! Apart from this annoying new character that somehow reminds me of Buffy the Vampire Slayer cos of her "School Girl by day, Mysterious "Superhero" by night" image... We'll just have to see what happens next I guess...
Oh yes. Happy New Year to all! I may be taking a break from blooging as the Common Tests are just around the corner. Stressing it may be, but I'll find time to update now and then. Wish me luck! ;)
Rachel was reminiscing at 10:24 pm
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Yep, you get that? DO NOT DRINK AND DRIVE. Let's all have a safe chinese new year.
First one who catches that wins.
