changing; but even so...

It seems that i have not, not, period, been on livejournal, for a very long time, because of the lack of things to say, and maybe just because livejournal has became boring, because it is very very boring...i feel like dramatising that phrase but i can't cause it seems so idiotically monotonous on this thing...den den den...there, it sounds, and looks stupid just being there, dammit. But because the exams are coming...hai...i feel like i'm going to fail all the exams and get transferred to the NA stream...ahhh...i'mm freaking nervous, so i came to let of some steam....ok alls done and well......byeeeee

Book Review on : Ten Things I hate About Myself
Author : Randa Abdel-Fattah
Words and Phrases I learnt (from page 1 to 49) :
i was angrier than a constipated girrafe
repertoire
he collects the adulation of people around him
he laps up attention like a puppy at a bowl of water
fraudulent
i soaked up the attention like a biscult dipped in coffee
prerequisite
parasitical
didaskaleinophobia
ephebiphobia
genuphobia
narcolepsy
wholly unconnected
heterosexuality

This review is on th whole book
Summary : This story tells about the racism many students face in Australia, and about Jamilah, who hides her Lesbanese Muslim background from all her friends, and transforms into the Aussie-blond Jamie in front of them, just to escape the prejudice and racism.

 Book Review on : The Lost Boy
Author : David Pelzer
Words and Phrases i learnt (from page 3 to 49) :
her eyes are ice cold and full of pure hatred
 a cold chill whistles through my body
the anticipation drained me
 my good times are now only memories
i don't dare make a sound as i cry deep inside
i feel like a trapped animal who wants to claw its way through the glass
the rays from the sunbaked through the windshield
sounds of screeching and laughter eched by the tiny creek
blitzed  
my hyperactivity ended as quickly as air could escape a balloon 
rancid breath 
 This review is for the whole book 
Summary : David Pelzer is an ordinary boy who is nine years old. Or he should be. He tells the story of his life, a life to cruel to live, and all the thoughts and feelings he has. David overcomes many obstacles, trying to avoid his mother, the very woman that mad his life hell and finally realises that life is not what it seems...                                                                                                                      9

Book Review on : The Bondmaid
Author : Catherine Lim
Words and Phrases that i learnt (from page 1 to 29) :
had assumed a mien of severest censure
had right of reciprocal action
chafed skins
detritus of sweat and saliva
corpulent image
spluttering recoil
amniotically safe
his knuckles descending ripplingly upon a sea of small heads
his think belt lashing at a forest of skipping legs
lugubriously
pure malignant energy
perfectly harmonised howl of grievance and hurt
punitive assembly
in taut and quivering readiness
a vague, slurred mumuring
with the artfullest winsomeness of any four-year-old
gazed with frowning melancholy
his brutality collapsed inwards into a soft centre and dissolved in a puddle of tears
glowing in the triumph of a massive rescue
tremulous joy
the jollity of drink and sudden fortune made him indulge in horseplay of the most childish kind
grotesquerie
reverential
obeisance
remissness
unparalleled fecundity
in a mood of  jocularity
had provoked gales of laughter
squalid and pitiful
her eyes bright with unshed tears
susceptible to flattery and lapped up praise like children
sullen perplexity
her impatience gathered into a bursting knot of exasperation
scatological cue
derelictation
creeping fatalism
exuberant magnanimity
in sad contrition for what she was about to do
was suddenly galvanized into another bout of feverish activity
her silent reproach was worse than any screaming defiance
a flash of lucidity
sunken rheumy eyes that were purportedly growing blind

This review is on the whole book
Summary : Han was just 4 when she was sold to the Wus to be a bondmaid, and has been there ever since, growing up together with the young heir.But as her childhood passes by, becoming a faded memory at the back of her mind, memories that she so desperately try to hold on to, she is pulled back to reality and into a dangerous world, and she finds out that life isnt just as simple as what it used to be.

 Hellos hellos hellos helllloos...hihi....i have just realised that i am becoming very emotional this year ; somebody told me that i'm breaking down...okay...i shall now tell you about the debate on wednesday...the debate was actually quite uninteresting and lifeless, until DESMOND started debating! It was, like, so cool, because Desmond rebuted very well - i bet Simin's team was almost rendered speechlesss... hehheh... but as good as he seems, i feel that he is a little to aggressive in debating; i thought he was going to punch Simin. Not saying that that erases off the fact that he debates well; many people literally sat up straighter when he was about to rebute.But he got nervous at the end... i wonder how nervous one can be before their debate prepared , much less one that isn't as prepared. I think my debate on monday is going to be like CRAP, lacking substance like anything... i shiver to think what the outcome would be like, i mean, the motion is too difficult to search for on the net...there is like practically no evidence to support the motion, bleh, i've just admitted defeat to the opposition - i really have not much confidence in the arguement we are supposed to support. I have absolutely no idea what to present, to use as supporting evidence in our case, like, oh my gosh...okay, okay...away from depressing subjects, but onto one that one wouldn't normally call a cause to celebrate, but what the heck - i'm just so freaking relieved; i actually passed my 2.4km rum today!!! Plus i improved by 3 minutes...i don't hate running but it wouldn't be found at the top of my hobbies list anyway, and reading is at the top of that very enjoyable list - reading is one of the things in life we should cherish and so. You know what, i just read finished Cecelia Ahern's ' where rainbows meet' and it was really great, because it was written in letters, the whole story was practically letters and emails, no actually dialouge and stuff  and time just kinds of pass during the exchange of letters, you don't know how much time, but hey, they will no doubt be a hint on how many years has past, be it ten years, or the ages would change, so take note of the ages of the characters, but this book overall seems great to me- i mean, this kind of books aren't actually non-existence, but it is very seldom that somebody would choose this writing format...READ IT>>> but i can't write it down as a book report because, in my opinion, there aren't really many phrases...oh dear, i've gone off the subject which was supposed to be...oh yeah...the 2.4km run today. Anyway, i passed it at 16.44 minutes - i know that timing still sucks but well, i passed - so i was happy; didn't need to do push-ups and run even more....thats it. The end. Full stop. Seems to me that i have very little things to say about this...why the heck did i write about this in the first place? Beats me. 

Okay, i know i just posted another post, also about the same book, but i feel that i must post this again, just to introduce and recommend this book, as i know nobody usually read other people's book reviews all the way to the end - although i do read - so i have, i must, absolutely must post this!!! THE HOUSE AT RIVERTON is almost, almost the best book i have ever, ever read!!! It is sooo, sooo, INTERESTING!You most alsolutely have to READ it, okay? OKAY. There, i'm done. Call me crazy, but so what. READ IT!!!  ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥

Book  Review on : The House at Riverton
Author : Kate Morton
Words and Phrases i learnt( from page 1 to 19) :
violins lilting lazily in the warmth
the air rang with pealing laughter 
with ivy climbing the walls, twisting itself through the windows, strangling the pillars
wearing her dress, mud splattered across the front, clinging to the appliqued roses
her left brow arched - a question mark -and her voice lowered to a husky whisper
jerky movements like a marionette
memories, long consigned to the dark reaches of my mind, began to sneak through cracks
images were tossed up high and dry, picture-perfect, as if no time had even passed between
after the first tentative drops, the deluge
while moths have torn holes in my recent memories, i find the distant past is sharp and clear
whole conversations, word for word, nuance for nuance; scenes played out as though on film
spectres
the thread of nervous energy that had infused me that day had become a knot
usually left to languish in my wardrobe
price respectibility
cannot abide the tendency
looking like an undertaker's mannequin
its nineteenth-century elegance incongruous against my utilitarian clothing
wondering at my daring
it still rankles to call it such
concession
had misgivings about the wisdom of this excursion
incurably punctual
that children born to stressful times never shake the air of woe, and she, a child of the second war, proves the rule
immaculately groomed, but stiffer than a fence post
i agreed, touched by the way little untruths told to the very young are believed so implicity
a creature of habit who sees no reason to trade up
she was respectably middle class, thank you very much
ahnds that now sat grey, flaccid and inert
several hude white buildings, square like aircraft hangars
she didn't expect an answer, and i didn't give one
she was the type one might have labelled plain had she not been blessed with such marvellous dark eyes
i was pleased that the young are so quick to read uncongeniality as irony
leather chesterfield
candelabra
someone had went through a lot of trouble to get the clock, but it announced itself an imposter with every tick
he wore the vaguely bewildered pallor of a captain who knew his ship was sinking but was powerless to stop it
strangely divested of atmosphere
awaiting keenly my pronouncement
all legs and eyelashes
she spoke cautiously, wary of error
morbid
how relentless it must have seemed, swirling about him, nipping at his heels
orated
motley
the weight of distant memories, of long-held secrets, of the clash of past and present
my feet were aching; protesting their confinement

This review is on the whole book
Summary : Seen through the eyes of 98 years old Grace, we are able to interpret the emotions and memories evoked in her when she gets a letter, one from a young director, in the hope of re-enacting the 1920s, the time of the Riverton's grandness and mystique. She recalls parts and snippets of her life, the life she had so long ago, it seems, and stumbles again on a secret, a secret she worked so hard before to forget...

 Okay,okay...lets talk about today, now, and later days before... now, technically, i'm supposed to be doing a survey, but i'm not doing it. Why? Because i finished already. I know, i know, that was very lame. I don't even know why we had to take that...that...weird survey with so many questions...i mean, out of all classes, they chose us...why? Maybe because we are considered the best class in seconary 2, supposingly in academics, but unfortunately not in behaviour. The teacher said that she hopes that when we take the survey, everything would go 'smoothly'...i have no idea if it did...that phrase was met will lots of skeptical looks and doubts. 
to be continued..
okay, actually i said' to be continued', because i thought that i was going to write somemore, but no, i don't feel up to it anymore, so, yeah...byebye

Okays...i know this is very late entry, but so...last week, on Wednesday,12 march,  Evelyn,Joel, Jeremy, Darren, Khang Siang, Jane, and me( plus maybe some others that i can't remember) all when to tampines mall to watch 'Step up 2' which supposingly nice, to them. Its not that i never say i think its nice okay...anyways...we went to get the tickets, but wouldn't you know it, they were allm sold out exept the front row, which the others didn't want to sit. i personally don't know what the problem was, its not that we were really going to come out of the cinema with our necks strained...i mean please...oks...moving on...so, we proceeded to Century Square to see if there were tickets, but i think maybe the show was too late so we didn't watch it...but chose another movie instead; ' the 2 faces of my girlfriend'. Heres a brief summary : This movie being seen in erm, the guy, Guchang's view, shows that he is considered a bum, or useless almost everywhere, until he meets Anni. Just when he thinks that things were going to be great, he meets her alter ego, Hanni. the truth is that Anni and Hanni are BOTH alter egos of this girl Yuri, a girl that lost her boyfriend because he died. She couldn't cope with the emotional trauma so she sub-consciously  created her alter egos, to forget her pain and suffering. Anni is the more innocent side of her, believing Yuri's past memories( she can't remember Yuri's memories, Yuri can't remember hers, but Hanni can remember both) are her ex-boyfriend and his new girlfriend's memories now, when the girlfriend was her all along, complicated right? Hanni is the more boyish protective side of Yuri ( actually to when creating alter egos of someone, one of that someone's character, like say for example, her protective side, competitive, feminine, studious side, would usually be the most prominent. Just one)and she CAN fight. Then later, she finally realise what happened and then accepted the boyfriend's death... Actually, it sounds really complicated here, and it kinda is, but, it is so so soooo damn funny. It was so cool to see Hanni fighting!!! Although that scene only lasted for like a few minutes but still...Go watch, go watch, go watch, go watch i tell you....
Now, about the web page design...on thursday, 13 march,some of our class went to school for the Web page Design thingy...i got there like quite early... well, not so early, but early enough to see Desmond and Jane fight. I think its cool to have an arch-enemy...but don't go overboard...the water pouring incident was just ironic...okay...the class, it was actually quite fun for the first period...before lunch...i kinda enjoyed it...okay, lunch, lunch, it was raining like crazy, and the first thought that came into my mind is " OMG, that rain can kill..." but since the canteen was closed, we had to go out for lunch...I had an umbrella, but i didn't even see the use of it...i was still dretched from head to toe! Actually it was quite fun...to me....the squishy feeling in our school felt, seemed quite comfortable....to me...but still...so after that, all that rain, the lesson was getting more and more boring because i felt a little bit emo...than when we were dismissed i went to parkway to collect my glasses...thats all, i guess...

Enjoy. I hope...