Much to my dismay, I have recently discovered that I have the singular Convent trait of Leaving Scandal In My Wake. Unwittingly. Alas, I fear the taint of the Convent will never leave me. But I am a Good Christian Schoolgirl now! Though it pains me to say that few believe it.

Thanks to the COSMIC IRONY of the universe, I enter a school filled with ( Read more... )

This humble Livejournal gets an unintended amount of public exposure. In a sequel to Unnerving Incidences of Unsolicited Public Advertisement:

[Term 1: Free period in class]
CHRIS: (putting paper cut-out of a bird in his mouth) HEY PING! What am I doing?
PING: ...  I don't know, but it better not be some strange sexual euphemism.
CHRIS: I'm Eating The ( Read more... )

"Don't try this in exams, kids"

Consider this bildungsroman. A tale of our anti-heroine’s education. There is only one lesson in this: DON'T DO THE THINGS I'VE DONE.

But before we begin, let us give the non-IB readers some context. 'English A1' is our fancy term for 'Literature'. Standard level means you study 11 books, Higher level (HL) means 15 ( Read more... )

Frankly, I'd much rather be in school than on this pseudo-holiday. What have I been doing all this while, pray tell, that has kept me from Livejournaling? Surely they must be tasks of great magnitude and consequence!

All right. Firstly, I realise this humble Livejournal has a wider readership than I anticipated. To give you just a few examples:

SU- ( Read more... )

Now I write solely in verse --
For better or for worse.

Teenage Angst I: Consolation
(Or, the poem for the loner emo kid in the corner)

Company’s a fleeting thing
Solos, I prefer to sing.

I have no need for affirmation;
Desire only education.

Cliques are only for the weak!
(and I’m by nature mild and meek)

And all of this, I solemnly swear
is bullshit: ( Read more... )

Warning: Mild irreverence.

I Need To Change My Taste In Men
I need to change my taste in men
or I will meet a lonely end:

The boys I loved were far from cads
Indeed, they were all Christian lads
Good Christian Boys are, as a rule,
virtuous and cruel

For if my hands they deign to kiss
My lips they’d sooner give a miss!
And they might walk me to my door
But ( Read more... )

Illustrious seniors comment on my academic aspirations

KILROY: Hmm, they ask us to indicate three university courses we are likely to pursue in order of priority. If I put Rhetoric, do you think they'll object? UC Berkeley offers it!
DOCTOR HOH: Is RHETORIC a COURSE? At UC BERKELEY?
KILROY: Yeah! So cool right! CAN I PUT IT?
DOCTOR HOH: Don't do it, ( Read more... )

ACSI ORIENTATION: I Can Go The Distance... From Toa Payoh to Buona Vista

Oh flist, I apologise for my negligence. The absence of frantic bulletins on this eljay (at a time when everybody is indulging in updates) might speak for the worse, but no. ACSI is everything it promised and I hoped it to be. I am thrilled to be here and surrounded by the ( Read more... )

A bunch of book recs masquerading as a meme.

1. What did you do in 2007 that you'd never done before?

Unwittingly seduced some one. Going out of my way to lead an innocent astray I can understand, but when it occurred with no agenda on my part? Now that’s a first.

Attempted to master and teach unarmed stage combat - oh, it was only a minor DISASTER, ( Read more... )

The Business of Misery

Life has been a rapid descent into madness. Observe how this has been cunningly orchestrated by the Powers At Work:

Kilroy takes a bow as we begin with a solo of a growing awareness of her professional incompetence and consequential grappling with her ego. Coming in on the bass line, a steady deterioration of family ( Read more... )