Thank you Ms Yong

Walter Stratford: My insurance does not cover PMS! Kat Stratford: Well then, tell them I had a seizure.

Walter Stratford: Hello, Katarina. Make anyone cry today? Kat Stratford: Sadly, no. But it's only 4:30.

Cameron: I burn, I pine, I perish. [Lucentio's line from The Taming of the Shrew Act I Scene 1] Michael: Of course you do. You know, she's beautiful and deep, I'm sure.

Michael: Sweet love, renew thy force. [Start of Shakespeare's Sonnet LVI] Patrick: Hey! Don't say shit like that to me. People can hear you.

Chastity: I know you can be overwhelmed, and you can be underwhelmed, but can you ever just be whelmed? Bianca: I think you can in Europe.

Walter Stratford: I'm down, I've got the 411, and you are not going out and getting jiggy with some boy, I don't care how dope his ride is. My momma didn't raise no foo'!

Bianca: There's a difference between like and love. Because, I like my Skechers, but I love my Prada backpack. Chastity: But I love my Skechers. Bianca: That's because you don't have a Prada backpack.

Kat Stratford: Remove head from sphincter, then drive!

Kat Stratford:
I hate the way you talk to me, and the way you cut your hair.
I hate the way you drive my car.
I hate it when you stare.
I hate your big dumb combat boots, and the way you read my mind.
I hate you so much it makes me sick; it even makes me rhyme.
I hate it, I hate the way you're always right.
I hate it when you lie.
I hate it when you make me laugh, even worse when you make me cry.
I hate it when you're not around, and the fact that you didn't call.
But mostly I hate the way I don't hate you.
Not even close, not even a little bit, not even at all.


Patrick: Someone still has her panties in a twist. Kat Stratford: Don't, for one minute, think that you had any effect whatsoever on my panties. Patrick: Then what did I have an effect on? Kat Stratford: Other than my upchuck reflex, nothing.

Michael: The shit hath hitith the fan... ith.

Walter Stratford: [Bianca and Chastity are sneaking past Bianca's father] Shoulda used the window! Bianca: Hi Daddy! Walter Stratford: Hi... where're we going? Bianca: Well, if you must know... a small study group of friends. Walter Stratford: Otherwise known as an orgy? Chastity: Mr. Stratford, it's just a party! Walter Stratford: And hell is just a sauna.

Ms. Perky: People perceive you as somewhat... Kat Stratford: Tempestuous? Ms. Perky: "Heinous bitch" is the term used most often.

Kat Stratford: Romantic? Hemingway? He was an abusive, alcoholic misogynist who squandered half of his life hanging around Picasso trying to nail his leftovers.

Bianca: Where did you come from? Planet "Loser"? Kat Stratford: As opposed to Planet "Look At Me, Look At Me"?

Patrick: Not a big talker, huh? Kat Stratford: Depends on the topic. My fenders don't really whip me into a verbal frenzy.

Patrick: It's not everyday you find a girl who'll flash someone to get you out of detention.

Patrick: Ooh, see that, there. Who needs affection when I have blind hatred?

Patrick: Leave it to you to use big words when you're smashed.

Kat Stratford: You're not surrounded by your usual cloud of smoke. Patrick: I know, I quit. Apparently they're bad for you. Kat Stratford: You think?

Patrick: Some asshole paid me to take out this really great girl. Kat Stratford: Is that right? Patrick: Yeah, but I screwed up. I, um, I fell for her.

Cameron: She never wanted me. She wanted Joey the whole time. Patrick: Cameron, do you like the girl? Cameron: Yeah. Patrick: Yeah, and is she worth all this trouble? Cameron: Well, I thought she was, but you know, I... Patrick: Well, she is or she isn't. See first of all, Joey is not half the man you are. Secondly, don't let anyone ever make you feel like you don't deserve what you want. Go for it.

Ms. Perky: So, I hear you were terrorizing Mr. Morgan's class... again. Kat Stratford: Expressing my opinion is not a terrorist action. Ms. Perky: The way you expressed your opinion to Bobby Ridgeway? By the way, his testicle retrieval operation went quite well, in case you're interested. Kat Stratford: I still maintain that he kicked himself in the balls.

Joey: Mr. Morgan, is there any chance we could get Kat to take her Midol *before* she comes to class? Mr. Morgan: Someday, you gonna get bitch-slapped and I'm not gonna do a thing to stop it.

Patrick: Was that a yes? Kat Stratford: No. Patrick: Well, then, was that a no? Kat Stratford: No.

Cameron: Wow, is this what a bar looks like? [reaches into a jar] Michael: Don't touch anything! You may get hepatitis. [they find Patrick drinking and smoking] Patrick: So what have ya got for me? Cameron: A little insight into a very complicated girl. Michael: Excuse me, uh, just one question before we start. Should you be drinking alcohol when you don't have a liver? Patrick: [confused] What? Michael: Nothing. Nothing. Cameron: Alright, uh, first thing, Kat hates smokers. [slowly removes Patrick's cigarette] Patrick: So, you're telling me I'm a... non-smoker. Michael: Yes. Well, just for now. Cameron: And, um, and here's another problem. Bianca said that Kat likes pretty guys. Patrick: [looks confused and slowly rises] Are you telling me I'm not a pretty guy? Michael: H-He's very pretty. He's a gorgeous guy. Cameron: Yeah. I-I just wasn't sure. I didn't know. Michael: [gives him two thumbs up] You're a gorgeous guy. Cameron: [Patrick sits back down] Alright, uh, yeah, okay, here's this, uh... Likes: Thai food, feminist pros and angry girl music of the Indie Rock persuasion. Here's a list of the CDs that she has in her room. Patrick: So, I'm supposed to buy her some noodles and a book and sit around listening to chicks who can't play their instruments, right? Michael: Have you ever been to Club Skunk? Cameron: Her favorite band's playing there tomorrow night. Patrick: I can't be seen at Club Skunk. All right? Cameron: But she'll be there, she's got tickets. Michael: Hey listen, assail your ears for one night. Cameron: She has a pair of black underwear, if that helps. Michael: [laughing cooly] Couldn't hurt, right?

[when asked if he'll date Katarina] Wimpy Loser: Maybe if we were the last two people alive, and there were no sheep. Are there sheep?

Ms. Perky: Nine schools in ten years. My, my. Army brat? Cameron: Yeah, my-my dad is, uh... Ms. Perky: That's enough. I'm sure you won't find Padua any different than your old schools. Same little asswipe shit-for-brains everywhere. Cameron: Excuse me? D-Did you just say... Am I in the right office? Ms. Perky: Not any more you're not. I've got deviants to see and a novel to finish. Now scoot. Scoot!

Ms. Perky: Patrick Verona. I see we're making our visits a weekly ritual. Patrick: Only so we can have these moments together. Should I, uh, hit the lights? Ms. Perky: Oh, very clever, kangaroo boy. Says here you exposed yourself in the cafeteria? Patrick: I was joking with the lunch lady. It was a bratwurst. Ms. Perky: Bratwurst? Aren't we the optimist? Next time, keep it in your pouch, okay? Scoot!

Cameron: Just 'cause you're beautiful, that doesn't mean that you can treat people like they don't matter.

Mr. Morgan: I know how difficult it must be for you to overcome all those years of upper middle-class suburban oppression. Must be tough. But the next time you storm the PTA crusading for better... lunch meat, or whatever it is you white girls complain about, ask them WHY they can't buy a book written by a black man! White Rastas: That's right mon! Mr. Morgan: Don't even get me started on you two! White Rastas: [Mumble to themselves]

Bianca: People expect me to be there! Walter Stratford: Kat's not going, you're not going! Bianca: Why can't you be normal? Kat Stratford: Define normal. Bianca: Bogey Lowenstein's party is normal. Walter Stratford: What's a Bogey Lowenstein? Kat Stratford: Bogey's party is just a lame excuse for all the idiots at our school to drink beer and rub up against each other in hopes of distracting themselves from the pathetic emptiness of their meaningless... Bianca, Chastity: ...meaningless, consumer-driven lives.

[last lines] Kat Stratford: You can't just buy me a guitar every time you screw up, you know? Patrick: Yeah, I know. But then, you know, there's always drums, and bass, and maybe even one day a tambourine.

Bianca: [after Kat has told her that she went out with Joey] How is it possible that I did not know about this? Kat Stratford: I warned him that if he told anyone, the cheerleading squad would find out how tiny his dick is!

Mr. Chapin: You look pretty nervous. kid in detention: Yes, sir. Mr. Chapin: You're sweating like a pig. kid in detention: Yes, sir. Mr. Chapin: You're eyes are all... bloodshot. kid in detention: Yes, sir. Mr. Chapin: You've got pot, don't you? [the kid pulls out a bag] Mr. Chapin: I'm confiscating this. [walks away and sees Cheetos on another students desk] Mr. Chapin: This too.

Joey: [to Patrick after Kat backs into his car when he won't move it out her way] Watching that bitch violate my car doesn't count as a date.

Joey: Your sister here? Kat Stratford: Stay away from my sister. Joey: Oh, I'll stay away from your sister, but I can't guarantee she'll stay away from me.

Joey: Are you lost? Michael: No, actually I just came by to chat. Joey: We don't chat.

Walter Stratford: You're 18, you don't know what you want. And you won't know what you want 'til you're 45, and even if you get it, you'll be too old to use it.

Joey: [holding up headshots] Which one do you like better? Bianca: Umm, I think I like the white shirt better. Joey: Yeah, it's-it's more... Bianca: Pensive? Joey: Damn, I was going for thoughtful.

Kat Stratford: I'll let you get back to Reginald's quivering member. Ms. Perky: "Quivering member." I like that.

Ms. Perky: [writing her novel] Undulating with desire, Adrian removes her red... [breaks concentration, chooses another word] Ms. Perky: crimson cape, at the site of Reginal's stiff and... Judith! What's another word for "engorged"? Judith: [disgusted] I'll look it up. Ms. Perky: Okay. [thinking of word] Ms. Perky: Swollen... Turgient... Kat Stratford: [enters] Tumesent? Ms. Perky: Perfect!

Bianca: Can we for two seconds ignore the fact that you're severely unhinged and discuss my need for a night of teenage normalcy? Walter Stratford: What's normal? Those damn Dawson's River kids, sleeping in each other's beds and whatnot?

Bianca: But she's a mutant! What if she never dates? Walter Stratford: Then you'll never date. Oh, I like that.

Patrick: I thought you wanted out. Cameron: Yeah, well, I did, but, uh... that was until she kissed me. Patrick: Where? Cameron: In the car.

[after purposefully crashing into a car] Kat Stratford: Whoops.

Bianca: You suck! Kat Stratford: [Mocking Bianca] You suck!

Kat Stratford: What is it, Asshole Day?

[talking about the prom] Kat Stratford: Can you even imagine? Who the hell would go to that antiquated mating-ritual? Mandella: I would, but I don't have a date. Kat Stratford: Do you really wanna get all dressed up, so some Drakkar Noir-wearing dexter with a boner can feel you up while you're forced to listen to a band that, by definition, blows?

Kat Stratford: You're looking at this from entirely the wrong perspective. We're making a statement. Mandella: Oh goody, something new and different for us!

Kat Stratford: Tell me something true. Patrick: Something true... I hate peas. Kat Stratford: No, something real, something no one else knows. Patrick: Okay, you're sweet, and sexy, and completely hot for me.

Mr. Morgan: All right, not that I give a damn, but how was everybody's weekend? Joey: Oh, I dunno, maybe we should ask Kat? Mr. Morgan: Unless she kicked the crap outta your dumb butt, I don't wanna hear about it!

Mr. Morgan: Get outta my class. Kat Stratford: What? Mr. Morgan: Out. Get out! Joey: Thanks, Mr. Morgan. Mr. Morgan: Shut up!

[Two guys are fighting in his house, making a mess] Bogey Lowenstien: You guys, please! Take it outside! [They smash through a window] Bogey Lowenstien: Thank you!

Michael: These delusionals are your White Rastas. Uh, they're big Marley fans, they think they're black, semi-political, but mostly... Cameron: Smoke a lot of weed?

Patrick: Well maybe you're not afraid of me but I'm sure you've thought about me naked, huh? Kat Stratford: [sarcastically] Am I that transparent? I want you, I *need* you, oh baby, oh baby.

Mr. Morgan: [after reading Shakespearean sonnet] Now, I know Shakespeare's a dead white guy, but he knows his shit, so we can overlook that. I want you all to write your own version of this sonnet. [Kat raises her hand in the background] Mr. Morgan: Yes, Miss "I Have An Opinion About Everything"?

Michael: Alright. Uh, I talked to her; I got the scoop. Cameron: What'd she say? Michael: "Hates him with the fire of a thousand suns." That's a direct quote. Patrick: Thanks Michael. That's very comforting of you.

Cameron: Well, you don't know. She could, uh, she could need a day to cool off. [they all duck as a soccer ball flies past them] Patrick: Maybe two.

Patrick: Hey there girly. How you doin'? Kat Stratford: Sweating like a pig actually and yourself? Patrick: Now there's a way to get a guy's attention huh? Kat Stratford: My mission in life. But, obviously I struck your fancy so you see it worked. The world makes sense again.

Michael: I'm thinking of getting a Tercel. Yeah, that's a Toyota.

Bianca: Can't you just find some blind, deaf retard to take you to the movies so I can have one date? Kat Stratford: I'm sorry. Looks like you'll just have to miss out on the witty repartee of Joey "eat me" Donner.

Kat Stratford: I guess in this society, being male and an asshole makes you worthy of our time.

Walter Stratford: And I'll get to sleep at night. The deep slumber of a father whose daughters aren't out being impregnated.

Kat Stratford: You are amazingly self-assured, has anyone ever told you that? Patrick: I tell myself that every day, actually.

Patrick: I thought for sure I was busted when I was climbing out that window, I tell you. So, how did you keep him distracted? Kat Stratford: I dazzled him with my... wits.

Cameron: We are screwed. Michael: Hey, no, hey. I don't wanna hear that defeatist attitude... I wanna hear you upbeat! Cameron: [more upbeat] We are screwed! Michael: There ya go.

Mandella: Have you seen him? Kat Stratford: Who? Mandella: William. He asked me to meet him here. Kat Stratford: Oh Mandella, please tell me you haven't progressed to full-on hallucinations.

Patrick: [while trying to get Kat go out with him] Well, the night I take you places you've never been before. Kat Stratford: Like where, the 7-11 on Broadway?

Walter Stratford: I know who you wanna bend the rules for. It's that hot-rod Joey. Bianca: What's a hot-rod?

[both speaking french] Cameron: May I offer you a parsnip? Bianca: No, you may not. Cameron: Where is my uncle's pencil? Bianca: I don't know. Maybe it is up your ass?

Bogey Lowenstien: [the doorbell rings] That must be Nigel with the brie.

Kat Stratford: [drunk. Leans in close to Patrick] Hey... your eyes have a little green in them. [Patrick smiles momentarily, then Kat vomits at his feet]

Cameron: And I'm BACK IN THE GAME!

Kat Stratford: [talking to Mr. Chapin in detention] Well, now that you've seen "the plan", I'm gonna go and show "the plan" to someone else.

[after Joey punches Cameron, Bianca punches Joey in the face] Joey: Shit, Bianca, I'm shooting a nose spray ad tomorrow! Bianca: That's for making my date bleed! [punches him again] Bianca: That's for my sister! [knees him in the crotch] Bianca: And that's for me!

Walter Stratford: You know fathers don't like to admit it when their daughters are capable of running their own lives. It means we've become spectators. Bianca still let's me play a few innings - you've had me on the bench for years. When you go to Sarah Lawrence, I won't even be able to watch the game. Kat Stratford: *When* I go? Walter Stratford: Oh, boy. Don't tell me you changed your mind. I already sent 'em a check. [Kat gasps in surprise, then hugs her father]

Kat Stratford: [to Patrick - after he asks her out for the first time] Do you even know my name screwboy?

[Mr. Stratford makes Bianca wear a pregnancy belly before leaving for a party, Patrick arrives and sees her] Patrick: [to Kat] Who knocked up your sister?

Kat Stratford: We're going now. Walter Stratford: Alright, wait a minute. No drinking, no drugs, no kissing, no tattoos, no piercings, *no* ritual animal slaughters of any kind. Oh, God, I'm giving them ideas.

Patrick: I was watching you out there, before. I've never seen you look so sexy.

Cameron: You embarrassed the girl. Sacrifice yourself on the alter of dignity and even the score.

Walter Stratford: What are the two house rules? Number One: No dating till you graduate. Number Two: No dating till you graduate.
Ok, I might have gone a bit overboard with the quotes today.
My reason being that I’ve gone bonkas over 10 Things I Hate About You.
Movie was released in 1998.
It’s funny, witty and oh so sweet.
Am looking around for the DVD. I guess it would be a very hard find given how long ago it was made ya?
If anyone has seen it please let me know!
I will buy you lunch!
Sumpah!

Sunday’s service was not bad, save for the fact that I could not breathe half the time. My nose had been so runny that I used up more than 1 box of tissue over the period of 48 hours. I kid you not. And in the process, I blew my nose so hard that I face started to hurt.
But, through it all, God prevailed and I managed to sing my way through 2 services. Unfortunately, I was not well enough to hang around for CET and Youth service. After knocking out in church during the Dynamic service, I kinda threw in the proverbial towel and made the trip home to sleep.
The sleep proved to be very much needed.
Got up and hauled my bum to Kovan for the training, of which I did not partake with my students instead, I was the student for the evening.
Yes, my turning kicks need an overhaul.
I totally agree on that point, so I am not fighting reality.
I am working to get them better. =]

Waited for Woei Jun to turn up to help her with her poomsae before having dinner with Eileen, John, Elmo and Alvin at White Tangerine.
Baked pasta with soup and Earl Grey tea~~
They stopped me from eating all the other ‘will-make-you-more-sick’ foods. We sat there, all absorbed in either the basketball match or the English Premier League match. No goals from either side on the football pitch at half time so we paid the bill, packed up and walked to Heartland Mall. Bought ice cream. That one – they failed to stop me from buying. I was wondering why no one was preventing me from taking out the cash… haha… got the money into the bank, walked around some more and then headed in our respective directions.
There was a time when I would be the only one walking home, but now I have two guys on the same route as me. Haha…
Good to have bodyguards~

Had taken leave from work on Monday in order to go for an interview.
This one was at Jurong.
Jalan Ahmad Ibrahim to be precise.
All the way across the island.
Took bus, train, switched train and back on the bus route once more.
Two hours after I left my house, mine eyes laid itself upon the building.
In God’s own perfect timing, I was able to reach the venue before it started raining donkeys and monkeys.
Thank God the interview went well, or at least I think it did.
Not sure how it will fair but I am positive nonetheless.
Always look on the bright side of very situation, it’s better for health. Haha
Finished with the interview and started on my trip home.
Total travelling time, to and fro, came to about 5 hours.
Yes, THAT long.
Imagine how much can be accomplished in 5 hours at home… WOW…
-psychotic laughter-

The pain in my right eye and upper right teeth got so bad that I went back to the doctor on Tuesday and he told me that a worse case scenario would be that I had broken a bone in my face.
Eghad~
Had to take half day off from work that day coz I was feeling way too lousy to handle a whole day out of the house, the good thing was that I managed to get all the assignments done for the day before leaving a trail of dust behind.
Could not make it to cell group that night; though the venue had been changed, rest more important that that point in time.

Wednesday started at 5.45am.
Had to report to work at 7.30am.
Managed to get there in time and good thing too, I learnt quite a few new things about the centre and the things that goes on in the morning when I have yet to enter in the building.
Children were either too zonked or hyper from having breakfast. Spent my time looking after the kiddos and trying to prevent World War 3 which was brewing in the Kindergarten 2 section.

The Wesley appreciation lunch for the admin staff.
Held at Riverview Hotel.
Food was a mix of supers.
Super salty.
Super oily.
Super sweet.
Of the three, I could only bask in the sweet category because my face was giving me a lot of pain.
Abnegation of an order which brings about the loss of weight.
-hysterical laughter-
Took a walk around Plaza Singapura, ran an errand for TKM and got me two VCD titles before heading home and to the comfort of my bed.
Kiss of the Dragon
Dragon Heart.
Didn’t realize that I had bought two titles with Dragons in them until I started testing out the VCDs at home.
Lalalalalaa~

Not able to attend training in the evening.
For obvious reasons.
Did I mention that I had a fever on Tuesday night?

Health improved a lot on Thursday.
Headed to work feeling rather upbeat and looking forward it as well.
Sadly, it was not as I had hoped.
A big matter came in and whacked up everything.
We were all very busy trying to find out all the facts and I go so busy that I forgot to take my medication.
Hahaha…

Today’s rather the same as yesterday, with some unexpected guests and missing teachers.
Super Sharon to the rescue?
Almost forgot to take my medication again.
Only one big difference.
Got the SMS from Ms G this morning that Ms Yong had gone to be with the Lord.

My condolences to her family and all who love her.
Our lives were all blessed because of her.
Thank you Ms Yong for being such a wonderful Principal.

We will always remember you.

-moment of silence-