potter.me

2006-12-16T21:26:00.000-08:00

listening to: middle of nowhere-hot hot heat
THE STUPIDEST BOOK I HAVE EVER (BEGUN) TO READ.
directly translates to 'things are not too bad'.
BUT IT IS THAT BAD AND WORSE I SWEAR!
i have no idea why the teachers think that this is good reading material for us. it's all about trying to find humor in the worst of situations and laughing at yourself and things like that.
the author of this book seems like a bit of an idiot, going around falling into drains and laughing at himself.
i would not be surprised if he looks like this:
blowing horns and laughing maniacally in the middle of queuing for stamps at the post office. and if people tell him he's off his rocker he'll insist he is actually at peace with his inner self or waffle like that.
barmy.

2006-12-16T05:34:00.001-08:00

listening to: fight test-the flaming lips
i lost my feet.
i know right! they are so large, how could i have lost them?but it's true. i now have little stumps at the end of my legs, and no feet.
who, for god's sake, knew that flats were so damn vicious? the first time i traded my chucks for flats and i get 4856478365239463 blisters in return.
CHUCKS I SAY! CHUCKS WOULD NEVER BETRAY YOU!

so yes. met up with pinny pin pin and we went to the esplanade. i didn't even get any lunch, just coffee.>: (
after that we went to marina to catch the holiday, it was a disaster! none of us has got any direction sense at all and we went around the esplanade disrupting the peace and screaming at friendly coralling people wearing reindeer hats, because we were late for the movie.

pin: SO HOW! GO WHERE!
me: i don't know! oh no we're going to be late for the trailers! trailers are my favourite bits of the movie!

and the thing is, i couldnt even run properly because the flats were cutting into my feet so i took them off and scared away all the foreigners who came hauling cameras to take pictures with all the wire sculptures.

asked for directions in the end, but then we got lost in marinasquare. we are lousy just like that.
missed like half of the trailers! so i only got to see the stupid charlotte's web one. >: (
the holiday is an okay movie, wasn't as good as i expected. but the "if you were a melody" thing was so sweet. you could see all the couples in the cinema sighing and cuddling up and even sneaking kisses in between!
and me and pin were throwing popcorn at each other. (:
the stupid couples are all very irritating anyway. they would whip their heads back and glare at you with bulging eyeballs if you so much as breathe. (or throw popcorn around)
ran out of the popcorn so we threw ice cubes around instead. IT GOT INTO PIN'S PANTS!HAHAHAHA. and it was at the really sad bit when everyone around us was crying and stuff.
after the movie we walked around and i got some nice christmas-y earrings. :D
oh and starbucks was giving out free coffee and i drank two cups cos pin didn't want hers. i'm a tad high now, actually.

went back to the esplanade and sat around talking about changes. i don't really think i'm all that good at dealing with changes, frankly. the mothership tried to help by getting me the 'who moved my cheese? for teens' book but i never really bothered to read it.
cheese just isn't all that exciting.
(at least thats what i think the plot is about)

called the rents, who were at orchard. but i couldn't go meet them on account of losing my feet, and everything.
staggered home and here i am.
i'm not in the least bit tired, feet aside. i think it's all the coffee. i'll be jumping on the bed and singing the arctic monkeys at three in the morning.
/
oh, and i'll be making a move to livejournal really soon! as soon as i figure out all the layouts and thingamajigs. i'm a bit of a doh when it comes to matters like this. as far as i'm concerned, html are titchy things.

2006-12-15T17:13:00.000-08:00

listening to: this ain't a scene, it's a arms race-fall out boy
WELL I FEEL LIKE I HAVEN'T BLOGGED IN AGES!
because of hating everyone and everything, yes.

so yesterday i was sitting on the train on the way home, when i saw this woman. okay, i have this odd habit of picking random people i see on the train and trying to imagine how their lives would go, and their jobs and children and stupid things like that, right. so when i saw that woman i immediately branded her as a bit of a loser, because she was wearing one of those free hats you get from the national day parade, and she had tiny bits of hair sticking out from the hat. she was dressed in horrible beige clothes and she wore socks with her sandals, etc etc.
i mean, just a tad loserish, everyone would think.
when i was going to dismiss her as a boring subject to think about, my eyes suddenly drifted down to the carrier she was swinging around which said in big letters, 'national cancer centre'.
kinda made me choke and writhe around in my chair from all the shock.
and all of a sudden, she doesn't seem that big of a loser.
maybe even a hero.

made me realise how quick and how wrong i was to judge people by first glance, even if it's simple for a bit of a laugh.
i don't think anyone who's a survivor of cancer should be called a loser, even if she does wear socks with her sandals.

2006-12-09T02:05:00.000-08:00

listening to: devil's haircut-beck
new hair.
jaslyn says i look like an owl.
which is actually good because i am going to take to becoming nocturnal. i would haunt the streets at night, dressed in black with dark circles under my eyes. i would not talk to anyone and jump at small noises.
it is that bad.
now if you would excuse me i am going off to hide in my closet with only nigel for company.

/edit
i am back from all the mourning in my closet and i have just realized how sympathetic deathcab can be when you are suffering from a bad haircut. ):
so i went to ring pin, who proceeded to laugh at me for a full ten minutes when i MMS-ed her a picture of my new hair and told me that she'll sell the picture on maplestory for a million mesos.

i hate everyone.

2006-12-07T18:57:00.000-08:00

listening to: escape artists never die-funeral for a friend
ZHOUYISHU AND EEJIAMIN'S CUTE LIST!

1. NUMBER ONE IS OBVIOUSLY JAKE WHITE! NOBODY CAN BE CUTER THAN JAKE WHITE!
2. jiamin wanted tomfelton for this, but then he looks like this
which is, yknow, relatively cute and all, you can't even really tell that he's a fisherman or anything, but obviously not as cute as this!
DRACOMALFOY. even though he's a evil deatheater and all, but he is still very cute!

3. DOUGIE MCFLY!
even though he has a harry ass he is damn cute!

it doesn't hurt that he's a bassist ;D

4. KEVIN TRUCKENMILLER FROM QUIETDRIVE!
you see recently i stopped watching videos or going to the fansites of the bands that i like because it is quite disappointing to see the face of the nice voice thats been singing to you all this while.
because most of the time the face? no good.
but kevin truckenmiller is really damn cute!
he's the BLONDE.

5. THE DOCTOR GUY FROM GREY'S ANATOMY.
this was jiamin's idea.
J.A.M says:
the doctor guy in grey's anatomy
&i'm pleased to meet you. says:
how does he look like?
J.A.M says:
i dunno
&i'm pleased to meet you. says:
-_-
THEN WHY IS HE CUTE?
J.A.M says:
all doctors are cute yknow
&i'm pleased to meet you. says:
MOIDHFUIEHSA
J.A.M says:
they all look cute in their nerdy specs and white gown
gown. omgosh did i just type that?
i meant, COAT.

-stares at photo

6. HYUNBIN!
cute.

7. EEJIAMIN.
J.A.M says:
ME!!!!!! IM DAMN CUTE!
stop asking me why we have toilet paper on our heads it's COOL okay!

8. ARCHANGEL FROM XMEN!
the movie, not the comic. because in the comic archangel is wearing a rubber suit but in the movie he is topless, so NATURAL CONCLUSION! haha.
WHO SAYS NOT CUTE? I WILL BOX THEM!

9. JERRY FROM TOM AND JERRY!
it doesn't matter that he's a mouse he's cute anyway!

10. DEXTER!
love of my life yknow.
i am even a member of the dexter fan club and everything :D
/
i have a feeling i overused the exclamation point on this one.
OH WELL! ;D

2006-12-07T04:25:00.000-08:00

listening to: metropolis-interpolsarah moon.
/
i really think it'd be a lot better off if i just hated you.

2006-12-05T18:02:00.000-08:00

listening to: but what would they say?-this providence

whats that name again
that you intend to pretend
attached on shadow's leash
whispers down liar's street
leering hypocrisy

can't get out of this state
can't put behind this place
X-rayed truths cleverly concealed
we're dealing with a tough one here
devious details non revealed
we're dealing with a smart one here

a glimple, a fumble
fleeting requiems
i'll tear this tears away before i leave
you're all fakes

was it just a sleight of hand
was it a mere trick in my head
your succint glance told her the truth
well played, you dealt the cards right
she's crying out for a sight of you
well played, you fooled us all right

a glimpse, a fumble
fleeting requiems
i'll tear this tears away before i leave
you're all fakes.

what's the word again
it's screaming your name
ricocheting off your mind
orchestrating this rhyme
filthy hypocrite,
you're all fakes.

2006-12-02T04:26:00.000-08:00

listening to: chicago overcoat-the pink spiders
WELL TODAY WAS FREE UNDERWEAR DAY! -wiggles eyebrows.
forced mel to meet me and we went to vivo. it was my first time there! so horribly slow, but it was pretty nice. BUT,we saw this BIG CROCS OUTLET!
LIKE STACKS AND STACKS OF CROCS IN EVERY COLOUR IMAGINABLE.
-screams and runs around in little circles.
and the thing was, there were tons of people milling around the shop, shelling out FIFTY DOLLARS to buy those monsters! they were lapping it up!
and everytime you go out you see those families all wearing crocs together, in the same colour and all.
i mean yes it looks cute on the little girl with the pigtails but for the daddy with the balding spot and sweaty armpits, pink crocs is just so, so, wrong.
even though jaslyn, Ultimate Defender of crocs says that there's nothing wrong with Ya-Low crocs and all.
i'm getting carried away again.
so we went to candy empire and i bought this box of jellybeans! there're like, thirty flavours, but some of them are just WRONG. (like crocs)
like the bleeding caribbean coconut flavoured jellybean.
WHO THE HELL WOULD WANT TO EAT A COCONUT FLAVOURED JELLYBEAN?

a jellybean flavour inventor(JFI) sits under a coconut tree, nervously thinking of new flavours to put in jellybeans.
JFI: alack, alack, alack! (sorry i was reading shakespeare) WOE IS ME! what shall i do, when i can't think of any flavours to put in jellybeans! now my boss would behead me for sure!
the JFI is suddenly pelted by coconuts from the tree above him.
JFI: ALACK! I AM BEING HIT ON THE FACE WITH SPHERICAL MISSILES!
a passing goat snorts, "they're coconuts you git."
JFI: COCONUTS! THAT IS IT! I WOULD MAKE COCONUT FLAVOURED JELLYBEANS! and to make them sound exotic and mysterious i would add the word 'caribbean' in front!
and the rest was history.

stuck with bloody caribbean coconut jellybeans!
and there're other titchy flavours like toasted marshmellow and cotton candy and buttered popcorn.
i imagine they were supposed to be taste good but EW. ):
and while we were just standing there, we saw
MISS ONG!!!!!
miss ong was there with all her lawyer-ish type friends but then she came with us instead!
much to the reluctance of this tall guy who was holding her hand and hugging her and all. >:D
we had alot of fun with the jellybeans, trying to force feed mel the liqourice ones.
well we went to topshop and she bought us UNDERWEAR!
it has a reindeer at the corner with the shiny red nose.
HOHO. I LOVE MISS ONG AND I LOVE FREE UNDERWEAR! >:B

after that missong had to leave so me and mel went to tangs with all the expensive expensive thingies, went to the level with all the food and there was this loaf of bread on display in a basket:
mel: is this real?
melanie hits yishu on the head with the loave of bread and there are breadcrumbs stuck in yishu's hair.
mel: ah it's real.

i hate her.
mel dared me to lift weights at nike. bloody thing was like, 74564875638kg okay!
but obviously i could still lift it and the only reason why i didnt was because i was only saving my energy. :D
obviously.

went to ToysRUs, SHOIK!
lots of barbies on display, and coolio barbie gadgets like this keyboard thing! and there are three preset songs, two of which are by britney spears.
OOPS I DID IT AGAIN IS SUCH A COOL SONG.
LIKE HELLO ONLY COOL PEOPLE CAN SING IT! you have to sing it with the approriate gusto and all.
and, playing with floating noodles. though i have no idea why they're called that, they're good for hitting people over the head with anyway!
ToysRUs has hilarious things. like sea monkey lockets. why on earth would you want to have a seamonkey dangling from your throat? :/

OHYES.
am currently dying of a broken heart and am not supposed to be happy.
the first one ran away to amsterdam and this one has a girlfriend who wears shirts with smiling kittens on them.
SUCKS.
now i wonder whats to eat.

2006-11-30T05:07:00.000-08:00

listening to: calling all cars-senses fail
can you guess where they're from?
YES IT'S LORDOFTHERINGS!
HILARIOUS.
and this;PIRATES OF THE CARRIBEAN!
GO HERE.

2006-11-29T20:58:00.000-08:00

listening to: i will play my game beneath the spin light-brand new
I AM CRAMPING LIKE SHIT OMG.
so today i came online and when i tried to log on to my blog, a funny sight greeted me.
THERE IS HALF A GOOGLE LOGO ON TOP OF MY BLOG!
&their trumpets played sick lullabies, says:
do you see a big google thing??
jaslyn fifty miles to go and she was running low, on faith and gasoline says:
ohmygoodness!
why have the google thing!
&their trumpets played sick lullabies, says:
I DONT KNOW ALSO!!!
jaslyn fifty miles to go and she was running low, on faith and gasoline says:
cos you put the googler?
&their trumpets played sick lullabies, says:
I DONT KNOW
THEY SPONSER ME?
jaslyn fifty miles to go and she was running low, on faith and gasoline says:
hahahahahha!
oh man its quite funny anyway
&their trumpets played sick lullabies, says:
SO UGLY
HOW CAN ANYHOW PUT YOUR STUPID LOGO ON MY BLOG?
EEYUR
jaslyn fifty miles to go and she was running low, on faith and gasoline says:
ahahha i dunoo SUE THEM!
&their trumpets played sick lullabies, says:
YEAH
I WILL GO AND SUE THEM
>: o
jaslyn fifty miles to go and she was running low, on faith and gasoline says:
ahahaha! yeahyeah good i support u
&their trumpets played sick lullabies, says:
YEAH
WAH. SO PISSED MAN
i am like so not keen on google now
jaslyn fifty miles to go and she was running low, on faith and gasoline says:
ahaha! maybe they are very happy with you for putting the googler
so there they give you your very own googler logo
&their trumpets played sick lullabies, says:
..but its not even the whole thing
it's just half of the google logo.
jaslyn fifty miles to go and she was running low, on faith and gasoline says:
HAHAHAHAHAHAHA
&their trumpets played sick lullabies, says:
WALAO
GIVE ALSO DONT GIVE PROPERLY
SO RUBBISH
jaslyn fifty miles to go and she was running low, on faith and gasoline says:
so funny!
&their trumpets played sick lullabies, says:
so stingy can!
/
HAHA. but at least it's gone now. :D

2006-11-27T17:05:00.000-08:00

listening to: bleed black-AFI
i stole my mum's tights and snipped off the toes so i can laugh at all those people who went to buy the thirty dollar ones at Mango.
/
i guess days of having no life leaves you alot of time to lie on the floor and think.
and maybe sometimes thinking so much isn't really all that good. suddenly everything is mounting up and all those problems i thought i'd put behind snuck up and struck me in the ass.
makes me kinda sad.

everything that makes me happy seems to make it wrong?

2006-11-25T05:23:00.000-08:00

listening to: morals of convenience-morningwood
OKAY OKAY I WENT TO GOOGLE PURPLE IGUANAS.
(refer to previous post)
there is no fanart for purple iguanas though it seems that they are somehow related to religon and movie stars.
great.

2006-11-25T04:13:00.000-08:00

listening to: battlescars-punchline
I AM A HAPPY GIRL TODAY!
i went s-h-u-p-p-i-n-g :D
arrived at somerset with twenty minutes to spare, so i went to HMV and drooled over all the smashing pumpkin CDs and franz ferdinand shirts.
so i was thinking, the last laugh could actually do a few homemade CDs first and sneak into HMV and put them on top of all the rubbish mariah carey CDs, and give our CDs to a couple of people to GAIN EXPOSURE!
and meanwhile we can also destroy mariah carey because she is an idiot!
GOOD IDEA OUI? :D
well after that i went to the flea to meet claud and her friendly-and-approachable sister, then qiao and dorothy came too. today's flea wasn't actually very good, but i got a belt and a purty bangle!
qiaowei stopped me from buying a ramones shirt because she is jealous of my svelte figure and because she cannot pull it off herself.
even though she says it is because i should have more variety in my wardrobe she is obviously in denial, because EVERYONE knows that i have alot of variety in my wardrobe. i have a T-shirt in practically every colour! >: (
oh yeah, and claud gave me my christmas present early because she's going to spain, land of flamenco dancers and people with moles. haha she got me this funny bauble thingy, so thankyou claud!
since i'm going to be stuck with you for the next two years anyway, SIGH~ >:D

we were supposed to catch the covenant today but they only had one show timing which was too late, so we went to plaza instead. plaza can only mean one thing, YAMAHA!
lovely basses lovely basses! -swoons
stupid yamaha people said we weren't allowed to jam there. LIKE HELLO WHO'S JAMMING?
we twang their guitars and they look like we stuck frying pans up their asses or something, god.
went to gelare for icecream until clarissa, who was one and a half hours late finally decided to grace us with her presence. later, me and claud left for spotlight but i didn't get anything.
then it was off to marina square for TOPSHOP! i can spend eternities at topshop, i swear. beanies with ribbons, vests and the cutest flats ever. i got this cute tote and claud bought a nice shirt!
went off to dorothy perkins but there wasn't anything nice there, but claud got UNDERWEAR WITH PENGUINS ON THEM!
so ~~cute~~ hot.
claud: you are terrible! you always force me to spend money by telling me that everything is ~~cute~~ hot!
me: FINE! i shall be assertive and restrain you!
claud: OH LOOK! a crocodile skin clutch!
me: NO, CLAUD, NO. CROCODILE SKIN? STEVE IRWIN WOULD BE DISAPPOINTED IN YOU.
claud: nope, not working.

>: ( i am too assertive. observe the halo and the ethereal ring of light.
next we went to diva and i got a hairband for school. DIVA MAKES YOU FEEL SO GIRLY! it is a super place to pump up on oestrogen and giggling gas.
I SHALL BRING KAYA AND CLARISSA THERE NEXT TIME! >: D
walked around and went to fourskin and bought matching rings. heehee. i've never wore rings in my life. well except for that mood ring i got which turned black in the end.
mel: this means that you have a soul of Evil.
Mr Crocker: DIABOLICAL!
sorry. i love fairly oddparents. :D
OMG! i went to google mr crocker, and he has FANART dedicated to him!
a bald delusional evil cartoon character has fanart dedicated to him and i don't.
really boosts the morale, happy things like that.
okay, digression aside. after diva me and claud-
I REALLY CANNOT BELIEVE MR CROCKER HAS FANART!
mr crocker in all his happy glory.
WHO ELSE HAS FANART, PURPLE IGUANAS?
i will not google purple iguanas. i will not google purple iguanas.
-ahem. ANYWAY. me and claud went to find qiao and clarissa, and after that she gave me a bit of a lift back home, and i danced around in my new purchases until the fathership told me to go wash my hands for dinner. :D
/
oh, and i forgot to blog about yesterday night! went to watch claud's concert at HCI.
all i can say is, I REALLY DON'T LIKE STRING MUSIC.
and i got into the theatre wearing a shirt and shorts when the dresscode was smart-casual only because i look smart and i dressed casually.
or something. :D
well i'm proud of claud schmlaud even though we could only see the top of her head throughout the whole perfromance and me mel and qiao were struggling with each other trying not to fall asleep.

2006-11-23T03:32:00.000-08:00

listening to: walking with a ghost-the white stripes
I HAVE NO LIFE.
having no life i indulge in plebeian activities such as GOING TO SCHOOL when i have no purpose there.
but, ohwell. today was fun anyway. :D

writing punchline.
me: i feel that the next line should be "tweedle dum, tweedle dee."
mel: OMG! such a terrible line! who would ever want to sing it?
me: it doesn't have to be terrible. you can sing it sexily. (demonstrates, by leaving palms exposed and fluttering my eyelashes)
mel: WAH! SOUND LIKE PONTIANAK!
/
mel: i feel we should incorporate the line 'take a banana' somewhere.
me: i don't even know what take a banana means!
mel: like duh. it's army slang.
me: NOBODY KNOWS ARMY SLANG!
mel: my dad knows leh.
so. cannot insult UncleLim.
/
mel decided to give my snow white figurine a makeover.
as if it is not bad enough that all she is a mere pencap, those things that you stick on top of your pen to wobble along while you write, now she looks like she has a severe head injury.cinderella looks appalled.
heehee. from here you cannot see snow white's bald patch. well i fixed it with some liquid paper and red markers, so who needs yun nam hair care? >: (

2006-11-22T16:42:00.000-08:00

listening to: matinee-franz ferdinand
my smart father was trying to figure out the volume of the pyramid with unequal bases last night for some work thing, and because he forgot the formula he apparently decided that cutting up potatoes into the shape of aforementioned pyramids was really the way to go.
so now there are bits of potato all over the computer table with dotted lines on them.
my father is really quite irritating sometimes, especially when he steals my cereal and uses my Special Spoon. i shall be quite glad when he leaves next week for his Reunion of the Protractor Pockets and Potato Pyramids with all his friends.
/
jamming was awesome, as usual. :D
we finally recorded nothinggoodevercomesofathursdaynight (you have to say that really fast in one breath) and spent the rest of the time fooling around singing christmas carols.
well jingle bells sound really good when you play them with elecs and drums!
and i'm going for bass lessons really really soon and the mothership even consented to buying me a proper bass if it's fivehundred-ish!
I KNOW RIGHT!
i do have a sinking feeling that my mother is going to use that to threaten me now.
"you ah! go clean up your toilet or else i won't buy you your bass!"
"you ah! go clean up your room or else i won't buy you your bass!"
"you ah! go wash your socks or else i won't buy you your bass!"
ETCETC.
evil mothers always get their way, and "their way" always involve household chores. ):
digression aside, i know how to play the intro of seven nation army by the white stripes on the drums!
YEAH MAN.
(it really does not matter that all you do is step on the bass pedal four times and hit the drumsticks against one another because we all get kicks out of that, seriously :D)
it would be my dream to cover a white stripes song, but that would be close to impossible seeing that jackwhite has the inimitable voice of a, well, jackwhite. and he's crazy on the guitar, as is megwhite on drums.
(even though it's easy work on the intro of seven nation army) ;D
our band might not be the best but we have alot of fun!
jackwhite i love you. <3

2006-11-19T03:45:00.000-08:00

listening to: iron and wine-the postal service now who's been getting a little action?
the kiss looks really uncomfortable though, because you can see danielradcliffe's nose squashed against the other whatshername's cheek.
BUT OH WELL.
nerds are as nerds do ;)
/this is so cute.
i wonder they're always together, like that.

2006-11-18T04:14:00.000-08:00

listening to: mr ambulance driver-the flaming lips
HIGHSCHOOLMUSICAL IS PISSING ME OFF >:(
ZAC EFRON AND VANESSA ANN HUDGENS VANISH FROM MY SIGHT!
yesterday night they played two back to back episodes of shitschoolmusical. not a very wise decision i must say. who the hell can stomach so many cheesy ballads and hair flicks from YOU-KNOW-WHO at one go?
and if that's not bad enough they keep on playing 'breaking free' between one show and the next, as those filler things. i mean, can't you get some decent music videos?
HELLO I AM ALL FOR VIDEO KILLED THE RADIO BUT PLEASE, NO MORE ZAC SHITFACE OR I WILL SPONTANEOUSLY COMBUST.
(okay i just went to google spontaneous combustion and i found this super gory picture of a person with mangled guts all spilling out of his stomach lying in front of a grave, or something. i should probably stop googling everything in the planet although i must say it is quite good for general knowledge.)
but, i just went to google zac efron and his number one fansite is called...
CHARISMATIC!
(faints and spontaneously combusts; mangled guts spilling out of stomach, lies in front of grave ETC ETC)
and the stupid site has big fat photos of big fat zacefron grinning like an idiot with his (fake) pearly whites.
i know for a fact that zacefron once possessed that unbecoming gap-between-front-teeth, which he had once bore proudly on an old episode of Room Raiders where he dissed all the girls and stole peeks at their lingerie. but then he apparantly decided having fake teeth was the way to go. i don't know, maybe because he was SHITASS UGLY?
WELL YOU CAN STUFF ZAC OF HOLEY TEETH BECAUSE EVEN HIS VOICE IS STARTING TO SOUND WHINY TO ME. >: (
and vanessa ann hudgens is just like
OHMYGOD MAN.
i don't care if alot of people think that she's hot, she annoys me! with all the girly hesitation and the stupid solo she had in the middle of the movie where she started molesting the stairways and bending her waist here and there trying to look melancholy, deliberately whipping her hair around so that she could brush it from her face in a womanly gesture.
she and gaptooth, they totally deserve each other. >: (
SO JUST LEAVE THE REST OF US DISNEY CHANNEL VIEWERS OUT OF IT!
when all we want to do is to watch "KUZCO KUZCO, GO GO!" in peace, and the two of them keep bursting onto the screen singing the SAME OLD SONG what can i do but write complaint letters to disneychannel asia, honestly.
and no, i don't know why i am so vulgar today. ):

2006-11-15T05:25:00.000-08:00

listening to: the night would go as follows-the spill canvas
HONESTLY!
WHO WOULD EVER GUESS THAT TOMATOES WERE FRUITS?
it is just so illogical and so WRONG. tomatoes are so vegetable-ish. it simply screams VEGETABLE all over, does it not?
but, all the proof that i need are here.
(please do not remind me of the fact that i am probably the only person who bothered to wiki a common garden ~~vegetable~~ fruit.)
the world that i had once known and loved, (in which tomatoes were happy vegetables), has come to a skidding halt.
according to the Ever Resourceful Wikipedia, "the word tomato derives from the Nahuatl language, tomatl. the specific name, lycopersicum, means "wolf-peach"."
WOLF-PEACH IS SUCH A COOL NAME FOR A ~~VEGETABLE~~ FRUIT.
as compared to "tomato" which is such a dumpy and uncool name!
i will call tomatoes WOLF-PEACHES from now on!
i would imagine if tomatoes could think they would be very resentful of their names. they secretly have a hip and cool name yet everyone calls them "tomatoes" which puts in mind gaudy pinnys and rolling pins.
exciting exciting! next time when i go order things i would deliberately use the word "wolf-peach".
"erm hello can i order a wolf-peach juice? WHAT? YOU'VE NEVER HEARD OF WOLF-PEACH JUICE? MY DEAR GIRL HAVE YOU BEEN LIVING UNDER A STONE? TSKTSK"
and i will give them an annoying smug look.
heehee.

anyways, today was a funny day out with mel&jas!
met mel for lunch at pastamania, walked ROUND and ROUND J8.
and i've decided to go for halloween next year as a sec one in SNG! i will carry a pink roxy handbag and put my uniform belt really high with the hideous SNG socks and it would be bound to scare everyone away. :D
jas was twenty minutes late so now she owes me hotdogs and mel prawns! I HOPE YOU REMEMBER JAS. >:D
went to cityhall and ate (again) at newyorknewyork, drank mochas!
the mochas at NYNY are fabulous, even better than the ones at NYDC although there are no cute waiters ;)
we got free apple flavoured cotton candy again and started pasting them on our chins pretending that they were beards and taking photos looking foolishly pleased with ourselves but i shan't post them here because they are embarrassing. :D

went to the esplanade then, wire exhibitions were totally happening. stood there trying to intepret them but it was quite rubbish.
me: oh i know i know! look he is trying to climb out of the door!
mel: where got door! that's a picture frame la! stupid.
me: fine! but i think it looks more like a door! >: (
visual exhibition was pretty good too. flamenco dancing. didn't understand the one with all the breathing and headless people scratching their butts so nevermind.
headed to the library@esplanade with all the arty people listening to classical music and looking at scores. would have been happy tortured-soul hunting but sat in a corner and talked instead.
gossiped in hushed tones(it is a library after all), until the subject came round to my manly looking chin.
i mean, my NON EXISTING manly looking chin. I SO DO NOT HAVE A MANLY LOOKING CHIN!
everyone is set out to destroy my self esteem.
went out to the singapore river then, and continued our happy gossip session, heehee. talked about..MARRIAGE.
how scary.
WELL I AM DETERMINED TO FIND A TORTUREDSOUL THAT I CAN NURSE TENDERLY WITH MY LOVE AND CARE UNTIL HE BECOMES A NORMAL FUNCTIONING MEMBER OF SOCIETY.
and he'll write poetry about his tormented years.
and dedicate them to me.

well there's JAMMING tomorrow with the last laugh and on friday it's NYNY again with JIAMIN and i'll prolly have to get round to doing blasted chinese homework.
SO NOW IT'S BYEBYE ELVES AND POD PEOPLE! :D

2006-11-13T23:14:00.001-08:00

listening to: polar opposites-modest mouse
TALKING SOCKS I LOVE IT! ;D
the rest of them here.

2006-11-12T06:03:00.000-08:00

listening to: you're pretty good looking-the white stripes
WELL THAT IS IT.
I AM SEVERING TIES WITH ALL MY FRIENDS BECAUSE THEY DON'T LOVE ME!
NOBODY HAS GOT A NICK DEDICATED TO ME, LIKE JASLYN HAS!

jiamin's nick:
JIAMIN IS ZAI. & JASLYN ROCKS.
of course i had to intervine!
&you know she deserves only the best, says:
I ALSO WANT 'YISHU ROCKS' ON YOUR NICK!
OR ELSE. I WOULD CRY AND JUMP OFF A TALL BUILDING
JIAMIN IS ZAI. & JASLYN ROCKS. says:
hahahah
then go on my lover
we're over too

SO I WENT TO CLAUD!

&you know she deserves only the best, says:
CLAUDICEWEE
&you know she deserves only the best, says:
ARE YOU MY FRIEND?
clauds. & she carries on without a doubt, i wonder if she's figured it out? says:
d-uh
&you know she deserves only the best, says:
NOW YOU MUST PUT YISHU ROCKS IN YOUR NICK
THEN GO TELL JASLYN THAT I ROCK!
>: (

clauds. & she carries on without a doubt, i wonder if she's figured it out? says:
shu rocks
clauds. & she carries on without a doubt, i wonder if she's figured it out? says:
-shrugs-

(teehee) :D

2006-11-11T04:36:00.000-08:00

listening to: the hand as feeds-nine inch nails
C1a C1a C1a C1a WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!
: DDDDDDDDD
I COULD SING!

2006-11-10T03:32:00.000-08:00

listening to: the boy with the arab strap-belle and sabastian

TWOWISDOMCLASSCHALET!
it was a hoot and a laugh ;D
met up with qiao, mel, claud and clarissa and we went to cityhall.
BOUGHT THE CUTEST BOXERS AT TOPSHOP OMGOMG. basically we rushed into the shop screaming at the top of our voices chanting 'UNDIES UNDIES UNDIES!' and perusing the racks like maniacs. that's mine and mel's boxers, mine are the PINK ones!
is it just me or do those undies look incredibly kinky with the lollies on top of it and all? ;D
THEY'RE THIRTEEN BUCKS NOT CHEAP OKAY.
so expensive so must flaunt flaunt.
ate lunch at this stupid NINJA place. i swear, the restaurant is called the NINJA SOMETHINGSOMETHING(in japanese that i don't understand nor remember) and it is super disgusting. granted, the decor is quite nice, all red and black and everything but they have huge plastic NINJAS stationed in little corners welding blades and all!
i cannot stand the fricking ninjas! they stare at you with the huge gormless eyes and all as if threatening you to insult their restaurant!
anyway i think the owner of this restaurant is a bloody psychopath. whatever made him think that having a ninja-themed restaurant would bring in the crowds?
i mean, on the list of failed restaurant mascots the Ninja would have to take last prize hands down. sakae sushi has got themselves a stupid FROG and look how well THEY turned out.
we are suckers for cartoon frogs with with chinese characters emblemished on their stomachs just like that. ):
and their food was quite disgusting. me and mel shared this ninja pasta thing while clarissa unhappily ate green noodles that qiaowei picked for her because apparantly it was healthy.
all i have to say is, IT WAS GREEN.
i don't like green. >:(
anyways, after lunch we went to pasir ris at last and rented some movies at EZYvideo then went off to the chalet! as usual we got stuck with the stupid cab driver.
WHY! WHY MUST WE ALWAYS GET THE STUPID CAB DRIVER? he took us like, one whole round through pasir ris >:(
finally arived at the bungalow, ran screaming throughout the whole place and found the rest of the class squashed in a room watching 'Bring it on'. i've watched bring it on before but it was hilarious watching it with the class.
"SPIRIT FINGERS!" :D
ate up like, ten packets of cheeserings. but it's not my fault they all come in such little packets and that i'm a growing girl.
watched mean girls too, then we went off to the beach. it was about six then, so the tide was really low and all the rubbish and stuff from the sea was washed onto the shore, it was quite disgusting really. went cycling though!
I FELL DOWN ):
i didn't cry though, because i am a brave girl just like that.
and claud gave me an eeyore plaster :D
at seven weiting and some of the girls started moaning cos they missed GOONG but we continued cycling anyway! went for coke floats while jas got icecubes from her snapple to put over my wound from falling down and i gritted my teeth and bore it, and did not emit girly shrieks of pain and wave my injured knee in the air howling or anything.
went back to the bungalow and had dinner, barbequed stuff. barbequed marshmellows taste like heaven, and no, NOT LIKE SNOT, jaslyn!>:(
took lots of photos, watched TV late into the night. I HEART ALL THAT I HEART ALL THAT! jack de sena is like hot.
it was getting later and later and a bunch of people were playing mahjong, and guess what we found!

FHM POKER CARDS! all the cards have pictures of sexy models in provocative poses either wearing skimpy bikinis or women using their hands to cover their boobs.
HEEHEE. apparantly lijia nicked them off her brother.
~~WE HAD ALOT OF FUN WITH FHM CARDS.~~
I HAD ALOT OF FUN WITH FHM CARDS. ;D
watched SCARYMOVIE4 then, it was the lamest movie ever i swear! haha. then the rest wanted to watch the grudge 2, which the the real scary movie so me and jas scarpered off to watch late night powerpuff girls until i got really hungry and sleepy and started muttering uncomprehendable things under my breath and screaming until someone decided to order macdonalds! yes, at 2am in the morning!
i argued that it would seem possible to order hotcakes since it was technically already morning but everyone laughed and i had to settle for a double cheeseburger with fries.
twitched and twitched until i got my food and ate it watching dora the explorer.
I HATE DORA THE EXPLORER! and i hate the stupid song the map sings. it goes like this:
"I'M THE MAP
THE MAP THE MAP THE MAP THE MAP THE MAP THE MAP THE MAP THE MAP THE MAP THE MAP"
yeah. i mean, what a bold use of lyric don't you think?
watched abit of taxi with jas feli and kaya in the movie room and fell asleep, for like, half an hour while everyone else watched soccer.
bah. don't like soccer.
when i woke up i suddenly got really high and stuff and annoyed the shit out of all the people playing mahjong by saying "PONG! PONG!" at the wrong moments :D
then at six we dragged everyone out of bed to go see the sunrise!
well it didn't really come up but it was fun romping about the beach and all.
and now i'm really quite exhausted so i'm going off if you'd excuse me!

LOVELY CHALET! (:

2006-11-06T01:41:00.000-08:00

neslistening to: take me back-story of the year
CHALET IS TOMORROW AND I DON'T KNOW WHAT TO PACK!
i suck at packing i swear! i can NEVER remember the right things to pack, so most of the time i always bring alot of useless things like antibacterial wipes and forget to bring ALL IMPORTANT items like underwear!
OMG. ):
i am so not a light packer! and i can NEVER decide what kinda clothes to wear. i would gaze lovingly at each piece of clothing and recall the happy times we had together at -blahblahblah- occasion and a huge internal struggle would erupt while i writhe on the floor with pain and indecision.
or something.
I WILL NOT BRING ALONG NIGEL THE PURPLE CAMEL! I WILL NOT BRING ANTI BACTERIAL WIPES! I WILL NOT BRING MY ENTIRE HAIRBAND COLLECTION!
(must bring rubber cockroach along to scare the girly girls at night though.)

"NO GRASS ON THE BUSY ROAD
NO HAIR ON THE CLEVER HEAD"
OMGOMGHAHAHHAHAHA. :D

2006-11-05T16:36:00.000-08:00

listening to: beautiful- belle and sebastian
WASSUP MA HOMES. YOYOYOYO DUDE PIMP SHITZZ MAN!
see. i am so not straight edge. >:/
anyways, yesterday was rather fun. met up with mel in the morning, wrote funny songs sitting on the MRT but not going anywhere. "i think thinking makes me think" anyone? :D
mel is going crazy and the only thing she can do about it is the play the fray over and over and over again on her ipod. it would be fine for me but she insists on woefully singing her sorrows away until i've heard the fray over and over and over and over again too.
haha. CHEERUPMEL. (:
ate at mosburger then went off to plaza, where i bought this bag for ten bucks! i thought it was a huge bargain until i see the word "clinique" inscribed on the zippers.
it would be just my luck to buy a free bag from clinique for ten dollars.
IT'S ALL THE SALESPERSON'S FAULT! she looked so damn ernest that i was HOODWINKED by her short hair and round glasses! alas.
ate at carl's jr. the burgers there are MONSTERS i swear. it's roughly the size of mel's head. :O
so we had a competition to see who could finish the burger first but none of us did.
size aside the burgers there are really yummy and the fries are really good, though.
went off to the arcade then, where mel proceeded to shoot burly criminals with a pink gun. I SAY, VIOLENCE IS NO GOOD!
i once read that people who frequent arcades and play violent games always have their nerves on alert but also develop a sense of paranioa and eventually their nerves would go wrong and they'll keep on twitching for the rest of their lives.
not that i'm hinting or anything. it was just a mild digression.
after mel killed approximately 27453495213 identical burly criminals we came across the DANCEDANCEREVOLUTION machine!
i used to play DDR alot when i hung out with mary but then that doesn't mean i got any better at it. the machine doesn't even teach you dancing! you just stomp on the spaces with the arrows and roar in fustration when you can't get them right. STOMP STOMP STOMP. might as well call it 'tribal ritual revolution'?
but then again i would imagine 'tribal ritual revolution' would not go down well with the lians.
but anyways we decided to give it a shot. the beginners one was still okay but the bloody machine kept on grading us and we always got a 'D'. >: ( was quite funny though. picked all the lame songs like the song that went
"AI YAI YAI I'M A LITTLE BUTTERFLY"
and desperately tried to keep up with the song but there's this irritating bit in the middle that just goes
"AI YAI YAI AI YAI YAI AI YAI YAI"
but the arrows move so fast. screamed my head off and hysterically went "SHITSHITSHIT" whenever i miss the arrow. so we failed that round! ):
worst of all was, there was a big bunch of lians standing around looking smug. you could practically see the thought bubbles drifting around going all "like that also cannot! what kinda lousy person cannot even pass the light stage of ~~dancedancerevolution~~ tribal ritual revolution? tsktsk"
hmmph. >:/
gave up on the stupid machine and went off to meet jaslywon for church! frankly speaking it turned out to be somewhat of a mistake, cos i'm really not very interested in religon and when all the church people hear that i have no religon you can practically see the little sparks in their eyes, haha. like, "CONVERT HER CONVERT HER!"
so this girl called kailing came and told me her testimony, or something, about how she turned christian. what i forgot to ask her was how she could give up her old religon so easily and to embrace a new one like that. because unless miracles happen to you, you don't get granted belief. instead you instill belief into yourself and it is with that belief that you get to embrace God or whatever.
okay. WAFFLE WAFFLE WAFFLE shall keep complicated thoughts to myself!
i think all the people there are very nice but i don't think i'll be attending church anytime soon?
went home with mel kailing and brian. kailing and brian are nice people even though they haven't heard of underground music and scoff the pink spiders. (:

2006-11-05T04:45:00.000-08:00

listening to: your guardian angel-the red jumpsuit apparatus
HAHA. WE LOVE KITTY!
note that i gave her a mouth. IT'S CALLED LIBERATION!
&jaslyn's tribute to molly our lovely bio teacher!
>:D

2006-11-03T03:36:00.000-08:00

listening to: clark gable-the postal service
I WANT THE RAINCOATS' CD! can't seem to find it anywhere, grr.
(but then that may also be because the CD was released in 1994 but that's just titchy.)

so yesterday, the mothership dragged me out in the pretense of letting me get some fresh air so that she could MAKE CONVERSATION! (faints)
if you're outraged at my lack in filial-ity or whatever, you evidently don't know my mother.
okay so first she bangs on and on about her job and how tiring it is, how she's slogging it out everyday while i stay at home and don't even bother to clean my room.
then she says that i'm unenthusiastic and that i should stop wearing my dr pepper earrings because "it is unbecoming of a young lady to have drink cans hanging off her ears!" I SWEAR. SHE COMPLAINED ABOUT MY TASTE IN EAR-WEAR(or whatever you call it)
THEN she tops it off by saying she feels UNAPPRECIATED.
so what can i do but message mel to save me because "my mother is trying to make conversation!" >: O

today, went back to school with jaslyn for library! WOOO right! >:D at least we ate ORANGEBOWL. TWICE! HAHAHAHAHHAA.
met mel who had NP and gossiped away during lunch. i still think the nun idea was pretty good. (frowns)
library was completely rubbish but had a funny time talking to jaslyn. TALKING TO JASLYN MAKES ME FEEL CLEVER! hahah. we are both going to save money to buy new backpacks for next year! while jaslyn is buying some blahblahblah, i am going to buy something smart, like a backpack designed by ozzy osbourne!
ozzy osbourne maybe be a bit of an idiot but he's still cool because he's a rock star and he trashes hotel rooms! ;D

i miss JIAMIN who's off at shanghai now! NEWYORKNEWYORK on the 17th yeah!

if anyone finds me the raincoats CD i would give them a trial suscription to my funny(and not at all stupid) jokes haha. ;D ANY TAKES?
it's so funny trying to find lyrics for the red jumpsuit apparatus. after every sentence they'll bracket up (screaming) hahaha. take a leaf outta the postal service's book people!

i'm supposed to look like i'm snogging mel here, haha. and you can see the enthusiastic qiaowei at the side taking shots!
mel: er. how to put the head.
qiao: (expert expert eh?) you must lean and tilt your head like that! then she must lean to the other side!
me: like that ah. (poses)
qiao:(exasperated) NONO! WHY YOU TWO SO LOUSY ONE?
me: ):this picture doesn't really look like anything but it is actually an artistic shot of the the top of the bus driver's head and his receding hairline! it's the little flesh coloured bit in the centre of the photo:Dnote the silly expression on jas's face. she can't really play the drums! heehee.I LOOK PRO I LOOK PRO!
but actually i'm not holding the guitar properly? and the bleeding neck is so long but rock stars always hang it at the crotch area and play while banging their heads around without even looking at the frets or having hand cramps; HOW DO THEY DO IT? >: O (aggravated)
WHY MUST HANG AT THE CROTCH THERE? SO HARD TO LOOK ROCK GOD-LY WHEN YOU'RE STRAINING YOUR NECK TRYING TO LOOK AT THE FRETS. >:(
maybe i don't look that pro after all. ):
butbut, LOOK AT THE GUITAR. GORGEOUS GORGEOUS GUITAR!<3as you can see, busy straining our necks looking quite unglam at all. >:(

2006-11-02T04:03:00.000-08:00

listening to: karma police-radiohead
WOO I LOVE FUNNY QUIZ THINGS!

Seven things that scare me:
1. dirty toilets
2. janet jackson
3. exercise
4. chicken essence
5. when i see little spots of yellow and red around my eyes from watching too much TV. then i'd visualise myself going blind and tottering around banging railings with a long stick with grey hairs growing on my liver spots, and as such.
6. eric claption
7. when my father tries to pretend he's eric clapton

Seven random songs at the moment:
1. highway to hell-ACDC
2. heart transplant-punchline
3. human behavior-bjork
4. saturday night-kaiser chiefs
5. yesterday's feelings-the used
6. oh god damnit-hot hot heat
7. trendy-reel big fish

Seven things i like the most:
1. BLUE PAPERS! WOO! ;D
2. spongebob
3. plain white paper
4. alternrock
5. books. especially sappy 19th century romance novels. (hangs head in shame)
6. candy
7. photos

Seven important things in my bedroom:
1. THE BED. blankets, pillows and nigel the purple camel (:
2. the clothes. ;D
3. the Notebook
4. the Guitar
5. lovelace my shuffle!
6. the Handphone
7. the Impressive CD Collection (though mostly illegally burnt, shhh)

Seven random facts about me:
1. i do not like seafood and i abhor crabs. stupid crabs.
2. apart from school socks i do not have any solid coloured socks. all of them are striped except for an embarrassing few that have little hamsters all over it.
3. i harbour a secret love for tabloids ):
4. i am in a band called THE LAST LAUGH! <3
5. i have more than twenty pairs of earrings
6. i lose guitar picks with amazing rapidity
7. my tongue hurts.

Seven things i plan to do before i die:
1. get RICH AND FAMOUS.
2. meet hilary duff and punch her
3. get an award for something and read out my thank you speech, which i have been preparing ever since i was born and is now the length of a MRT train.
4. kill everyone who's irritated me with a large serving fork
5. read a whole encyclopedia and tell everyone about it
6. get an eyebrow piercing (HELLO PATRIK)
7. poke all the ghosts in the haunted mansion at escape and screamed 'MOLEST' if they try to touch me.

Seven things i can do:
1. draw beautiful misshapen peanuts
2. eat ;)
3. bend my fingers back to touch my wrist
4. make Tangerine Jelly Dessert. (i got A for home econs based on that okay!)
5. read harry potter for the 28th time and not get tired of it
6. drink mochas to NO END! NO END I SAY!
7. read three books in a day(which is precisely what i did today:/)

Seven things i say the most:
1. OHMYGODDDDD
2. whatever!
3. (points to bag/shoe/clothes) I WANNA BUY!
4. let's go for coffee!
5. suresure.
6. to lespartner; I WANT TO BREAK UP WITH YOU!
7. HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHA.

Seven celebrity crushes:
1. JACK WHITE I LOVE YOU JACK WHITE
2. ashton kutcher
3. johnny depp (swoons)
4. that L guy from deathnote
5. XIN from pincess hours! not that other annoying guy who always wears pink lipgloss and looks damn gay!
6. hugh jackman
7. that big muscular lobster with the surfing shorts from Spongebob ;D

Seven qualities i want in a potential boyfriend:
1. artistic
2. smart
3. funny
4. goodlooking :D
5. sensitive
6. unpretentious
7. taller than me? D-O-H

Seven people i want to do this:
WHOEVER.
mothership wants me to go for a walk with her. she says i haven't been getting fresh air.
I GET FRESH AIR EVERYDAY MAN! THERE'S A HUGE WINDOW RIGHT NEXT TO THE COMPUTER >:(

2006-10-31T22:10:00.000-08:00

listening to: recycled air-the postal service
to complete the whole bimbo look i have decided to go blonde:too hot too hot.
notice that in the green neo my blonde hair is DRAWN on while mel's is a WIG! heehee. it's all part of our halloween(:D!) costumes.

so yes, went out with lespartner yesterday. went back to school first to get back erica's confiscated handphone, and ate ORANGEBOWL! my preciousssssssssssss.
i had to treat annoying mel to orangebowl because i was late. the pig ate onefifty somemore. >:( and she has some sort of deluded notion that the orangebowl uncle is infatuated with her, when it is obviously me he desires after that time he gave me extra fishballs. >:D

went to the hereen and walked around for a bit. caught THE GUARDIAN, which is an amazing movie. i've never really liked movies dedicated to organisations because i still think it's kinda phony and all, but the guardian was beautifully made. gets funny sometimes and really tear jerking and ASHTON KUTCHER IS HOT.
so yeah, when the movie was over and everyone filed out, me and mel were still sitting on our seats snuffling and looking woebegone while the cleaner had to wait for us to stop crying and all.
i would think that Ze Emo Song would be only apropos for the ending of the film?
"WHY, WHY DID YOU DIEEEEEEEEE?"

went to the basement of TAKA where i decided that today would be the one month anniversary of our lespartner-being (though frankly i can't remember the specific date) and forced her to buy me rokky road cookies! ;D
then we both felt like eating icekachang but CANNOT FIND! while i was making my rounds through the place trying to find the dessert store, i went to ajisen to ask the cashier for directions (being obviously hopeless at it myself);
me: excuse me, d'you know where the desserts are?
him: sdugpsodgp9fg?(japanese sounds)
me: dessert?
him: iurfgsagdwe? (looks baffled)
me: DESSERT. desserts around here?
him: jdfbosdifufs... (looks tired)
me: -_-
AJISEN HAS GOT THEMSELVES A JAPANESE CASHIER?
ahmygod. it might be cool but not really very appropriate at the best of times, is it?
&mel is sad because he isn't even cute.

after that, we cabbed to claud's house(we got the merc cab!) while i read Female which was a year out of date and mel tried to sleep. got to her house and frantically started putting on our costumes! i was planning to go as miss muffet but ended up looking like a half deranged auntie instead so..nevermind. :(
mel insisted on drawing two big circles round my cheeks in an attempt to make me look cute(or maybe to just humiliate me to no end).
conclusion: i look like a goon.
and let me tell you, it is NO FUN undressing in front of your friends even though they PRETEND they are not peeking! PERVERTS, ALL OF YOU PERVERTS!>: O
and claud still didn't have a costume so we tried to make her look like a hip hop star but she just looked very weird. :/
"no bling dahling! eet is just no complete without ze bling!"
after that qiao and clarissa arrived. qiao was a painter or something(she had the gayest red shades, i swear) and clarissa was a surprise in herself.
A...SKIRT?
CLARISSA IN A SKIRT? HAVE THE SPOONS FINALLY TAKEN OVER THE WORLD!
(adoto's cue to say spoonoids)
haha. she didn't really look very comfortable in the skirt.
after that jas FINALLY arrived as..MR BEAN! SO CUTE ;D
she even had the teddy and we just gave her the mole with a dot of brown lip gloss and she looked so MANLY, our jassie poo. (sniff)
so we finally got out to go trick or treating! :DD no luck at the first few houses but the overall haul was pretty good! there was this house that even gave us ribena and everything! saw annoying little kids though.
THEY SAID WE HAD ISSUES!
gah. i hate little kids.

and, you have NO IDEA how annoying it is to wear a stupid afro wig when you're all hot and sweating from climbing all the blasted hills. so i just used the wig to collect candy later on until mel budgered me to wear the wig. jas was really creative in the way she collects candy, isn't she? i'm sure your teddy's crotch is on a total sugar high now ;D
the trick or treating stopped at around nine so we went to the playground and sat around for a bit LMAO-ing(!) until we trooped back to claud's house to change for icecream!
sat around and tried to wrestle out the name of jas's crush while she blatantly denied everything and tried to shut people up with prata. >:(

hung with jas taking stupid photos while qiaowei forced everyone else to listen to eric clapton.
you know who is an avid fan of eric clapton?
MY FORTY YEAR OLD FATHER, THAT'S WHO.
(shudders)
i am so sick of tears in heaven i cannot begin to tell you.
finally got home and before midnight,QIAOWEI'S COUSIN IS GOING TO TEACH ME BASS!
~~hayw?re~~ THE LAST LAUGH is going to kick guns n roses' asses i say!
for one we do not like wearing spangled suits and tight bell bottoms and that's always a plus ;)

2006-10-30T16:54:00.000-08:00

listening to: all the cool girls are dead-the pink spiders
i have now lengthened my List of Nice Names to the following:
1. Lovelace
2. Prose
i think prose is a lovely name. not poetry though. that is just so affected.

2006-10-30T03:01:00.000-08:00

listening to: i think i'm in love-the subways
HALLOWEEN'S TOMORROW! SO EXCITING SO EXCITING ;D
i am going as little miss muffet and mel's going as humpty dumpty!

&the white paint, plastic saints say it all. says:
we should like, speak in rhymes the whole day
hey there charming says:
...omg.
&the white paint, plastic saints say it all. says:
on account of being nursery rhyme characters and all
&the white paint, plastic saints say it all. says:
>: D
hey there charming says:
OH YA.
hey there charming says:
oh well!
&the white paint, plastic saints say it all. says:
you smell!
hey there charming says:
...you dont tell!
&the white paint, plastic saints say it all. says:
such a pal!
hey there charming says:
such a scan-DAL!
hey there charming says:
>: (

heehee. i don't see how you can speak in rhymes the whole night tomorrow :D
HALLOWEEN HALLOWEEN I HEART HALLOWEEN!
now if only they'd stop playing stupid casper and wendy reruns starring the young hilary duff in that red jumpsuit on disney channel.

2006-10-30T02:50:00.000-08:00

listening to: paper thin walls-modest mouse
EEEEEEEEEEEE I AM SO BIMBO I CANNOT STAND IT.
someone get me an ugly pink roxy handbag and the newest pharrel CD!
(dies)

2006-10-30T02:16:00.000-08:00

listening to: maybe misery-quietdrive(am so hooked on this song!)
what i don't get is, everyone's writing all these song lyric things before each post. things like
"because of you
i never strayed too far
from the sidewalk"
or possibly other soppy ballad thingys when they don't even go with the post! i mean in the lyrics they go on about pain and sadness and breaking up and when it comes to the post they go all "OH! so like, today i totally like, went out with like, fifty of my like, closest girlfriends and stuff and we like, totally had like, lots of fun and stuff! Roll On Floor Laughing." <-(which doesn't make sense. how to type when you're away rolling on the floor?) :/
i think i make life difficult for alot of people.
:)
but the thing is, i think i am turning into a bimbo. i don't do anything all day but read sappy romance novels and watch spongebob and buy millions of hairbands and nail polish and mochas when i go out.
and besides, everyday the rents keep on snarking in my ear going on about how i should go take up tuition again and maybe just cast a look at my math book if i can be bothered to lift myself off the couch.
AND they think i'm hogging the TV! >:O it's not my fault they don't like bring it on. it is an exigent piece of social commentary, or something. SOLANGES KNOWLES-SMITH MAY NOT BE THE NEXT PLATO BUT SHE CAN DO PELVIC THRUSTS.
(groans) i am so bimbo. i hate myself.
/
today when i told pin about how i flushed my dead fishies down the toilet in hopes that they would fall in love with the deep blue sea and all that, she reminded me (non too nicely either) that all of singapore's waste water are taken in by the Public Utilities Board and converted to NEWater by reverse osmosis, microfiltration and ultraviolet rays ( i am taking geog, so sue me).
"THE FISH WOULD BE BROKEN INTO A MILLION PIECES!" pin gestured with a flourish flinging her arms about so the guy making out with his girlfriend in the corner looked over.
i am a fish murderer. i can visualise the poor fish hurtling and bouncing over the reverse osmosis machine or something (i am not a science student, so sue me), left lying limply, desolate on the ground of the NEWater factories and everything.
pin says you'd need insurance to be my friend because you never know when you're going to die of a heart attack.
:/
ps; JAS I SUDDENLY FEEL HOLY AND WANT TO GO TO YOUR CHURCH! :D really. it's all to do with holiness, being in touch with one's spiritual side, mhm.

2006-10-27T18:01:00.000-07:00

listening to: indestructable-matthew good band
so a while back, pin got me six little fishies in a tank for my birthday.
which obviously displays the immense amount of trust that she places in me because even my parents stopped getting me pets after i got that pet chicken which died within a week.
i maintain that it was because the chicken's purple fur got to her out of it's gayness, or something. (:
so naturally, when i got the fish i was THRILLED. all my maternal instincts kicked in and me and my fish had a real moment.
but now they're dead.
the whole day, i sang the fish lament.
"oh fish
why did you die
it makes me so sad
now that you're dead"
on and on. it bores a hole in my heart, it does.
I FED THEM PROPERLY AND EVERYTHING, I JUST DON'T UNDERSTAND IT! i bought wholemeal bread and painstakingly picked out all the grains and crushed them to miniscule sizes so that the fish could digest it properly, and i even got them COCOBALLS as a treat every once in a while.
cocoballs, i say, can only be a good thing.
so now the fish have been dumped unceremoniously into the toilet bowl because there is still a hope that they would be miraculously resurrected in the wonders of the Deep Blue Sea just like in finding nemo and go out to find their fathers, or something.
i hope.
(sniff) i'll miss randy. he was my favourite fish.

2006-10-26T18:54:00.000-07:00

listening to: hello operator-the white stripes
whatever happens we'll still have the year to fall back on.
and i love you all alot.(:

2006-10-25T05:16:00.000-07:00

listening to: what i like about you-the ramones
suddenly, it's just like WHOA.
you know. you think you know me, but you don't. you only know the side of me that i present to you, the one that's laughing and making a muck of everything and being loud. you think that's think that's all there is to me?
god, give me a break.
sometimes you're just so full of yourself i can't stand it. grow up and come to understand that NO, the world does NOT revolve around you, and NO, nobody's going to be particularly affected when you go into bouts of depression because- oh yeah, you've done it hundreds of times already, haven't you?
or maybe it's just because i don't understand you, yeah?
/
went to the national museum with THE LOVELY JIAMIN today!:D

due to the biennale there was this special exhibition called BELIEF. omg, it is supercreepy. :O

there was this curtain and when you pull it open there's a huge screen with the video of this guy, walking on the escalator. everyone around him seems like they're walking backwards but it's actually only him and we're seeing the video from that one guy's perspective. and he was talking backwards and speaking alot of rubbish and it was rather creepy. :O
the exhibits were held in dark enclosed rooms and only the artworks were illuminated by the faint yellowish light seemingly coming from nowhere. saw a huge painting of the last supper, done by a japanese artist. and the jesus from the painting looks like he's staring right at you!
me: he's staring at me.
jiamin: yeah, he's staring at me.
me: yeah, at me.
jiamin: -_-

and there were lots of paintings entitled 'the heart is a lonely painter' featuring this guy who cut off a bit of himself in each painting. first his arm, then his dick, then his heart.
and he had bits of yellow in his hair, like maybe he smashed a egg yolk into his head in a fit of soulful agony, or something.

and this painting of a woman with her mouth open looking frightened and there were three other panes of glass surrounding the painting so when you look into the panes of glass you could see the painting of the woman, kinda screaming behind you.
the worst of the lot was this huge white contraption with lots of blue and green laser lines around it emitting this shrill voice and it'll abruptly change frequencies and me and jiamin would run screaming out of the gallery.
okay, not screaming. it would have been atrocious.
pale and tight faced. and running very fast.

heehee. it was kinda crazy, all those paintings, makes you stop and think how these people thought of it. WHERE ART THOU MUSE?
i don't really see how the title fits the paintings, but then again i'm the person who cannot draw a peanut to save her non-arty-life.
it was very nice, watching those paintings though. eerie and kinda surreal, but still quite nice. (:

found a large capsicum like cherry thing to take pictures with! :D me: it's a cherry.
jiamin: nono, it's a pepper thing.
me: capsicum.
jiamin: yes, that. it's a capsicum.
me: capsicums don't have such long stalks! when you buy them at NTUC all the stalks are so stubby.
jiamin: maybe the NTUC people found the stalks annoying so they cut it off.
me:!!!
then we wondered whether capsicums grew on trees. :/
(a quick google told me no, they grew on little bushes originating from central and south america instead.)

finding a decent place to eat was annoying! everytime i go out with people they want to eat bleeding sushi.
I DON'T LIKE SUSHI DAMNIT! >: (
but at last, settled for the pizza place (yes, that is its name! catchy, non?) at the raffles city marketplace and ordered fettuccine while jiamin had pizza. it had ALOT OF CHEESE! woohoo i love cheese :D
after that we went to catch THE PRESTIGE.
I LOVE IT!
the plot is super confusing and there are doubles and clones and twins all over the place but it's really a good movie.
IF YOU DON'T WATCH IT YOU ARE AN IDIOT!
(& hugh jackman is like hot :D) hello woman, i love you! (:

2006-10-24T04:14:00.000-07:00

listening to: it's great when you're straight, yeah-black grape
WENT TO CATCH DEATHNOTE TODAY!:Dfrankly, i was never one for japanese movies. the actors always sound like they were blathering nonsense underwater with bubbly sounds and all.
(or maybe i just don't understand their language)
but deathnote was quite a nice movie! it's about this righteous guy called Light(I KNOW. WHAT WERE THE RENTS THINKING?) who finds this notebook. and once you write a person's name on in the book he/she'll die.
BUT, TERRIBLE TERRIBLE. THERE WAS NO ENDING!
i hate movies with no ending. >:(
you really gotta hand it to the smart movie makers, they make you pay twice the money for the same bleeding plot! and they make you wait for an EXCRUCIATING period of time when you're hung in suspense wondering what really happened in the end, while they leisurely film the movie at snail's pace and wait MONTHS and MONTHS for the stupid premiere and all.
bah.

&going to the movies with mel is terrible! whenever i mention that i want to pee she'll make "shhhhhing" sounds and WOULD NOT SHUT UP. from now on i am going to keep my urinal needs to myself.
TRUST ME I WILL BREAK UP WITH YOU! >:(

am currently reading a book called 'how i became stupid' by martin page. it is proving to be an instrospective scope as to how the rest of the world became like that, and perhaps some more than others. :)

2006-10-23T02:12:00.000-07:00

listening to: seventy times 7-brand new
THANKYOU LOVELY PEOPLE! <3333333333>
for being there, good hair days and bad hair days, happy days and sad days, HAYFEVER days and all those in between.

don't know how i'll get through this year if there wasn't jaslyn to draw me purple watches and poke me at random moments, feli to dance around doing 'qing gong', jiamin to write nice letters and long lovely talks, mel for all the tumbles, tears and LESPARTNER-ing, claud to read my lyrics and songs first and give me nice hugs, qiao to rush for orangebowl with and being her muscly self, clarissa for all the pouts and soccer enthusiasm, kahyan for candy and tissues and smiles, erica for loud banging on tables and scandals, mary for being a violent twig and giving me a whiff of aircon in her class every once in a while;

OMG I LOVE ALL YOU GUYS SO MUCH. <3

2006-10-23T01:59:00.000-07:00

listening to: lithium-nirvana
HAVE TO POST THIS THING OR I WILL NOT MEET THE LOVE OF MY LIFE FOR TEN YEARS! >: o

OCTOBER :
Loves to chat.
Loves those who love them.
Loves to takes things at the center.
Inner and physical beauty.
Lies but doesn't pretend.
Gets angry often.
Treats friends importantly.
Brave and fearless.
Always making friends.
Easily hurt but recovers easily.
Daydreamer.
Opinionated.
Does not care to control emotions.
Unpredictable.
Extremely smart.
but DEFINITELY the hottest and sexiest of them all!

REPOST THIS IN FIVE MINUTES OR YOU WILL NOT MEET THE LOVE OF YOUR LIFE FOR TEN YEARS.

i don't exactly know what 'repost' means but i hope publishing it on the WWW is good enough. :O

2006-10-22T00:33:00.000-07:00

listening to: who the fuck are the arctic monkeys?-the arctic monkeys
i am hoarse and sore.
however i am still going ahead with blogging, which only goes to show for my dedication and commitment to blogging!
or maybe my lack of things to do, eh. :)
it's 11.53pm now, which means that there is seven minutes to my birthday!
but technically if you think about it, i was actually born at 3pm so there doesn't seem much point, me staying up and all.
i think 3pm is a very unglam time to get born. it's TEATIME, for gods sake!
i visualise my mother happy eating crumpets and sipping tea going all "oh have you tried the chai?" in a high voice (preferably with also a lacy poofy dress and a beehive,) when suddenly the labour pains come. she would emit a loud shriek which causes everyone to spill tea down their fronts while they bluster around and rush her to the hospital, my mother with crumpet still in hand.
as opposed to being born at midnight. there would be a midwife with a lacy bonnet and 'kerchief and maybe a disdainful witch who would curse me to years of eternal doom just like in----
ohmy.
(blinks)
now wouldn't you look at the time.
IT'S 12AM 22ND OCTOBER!WHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO.
jaslyn so i start a revolution from my bed says:
HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU
I LOVE YISHUUUUU says:
HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU
maybe when i'm done with endings this can begin says:
happpppppppy birthhdayyyyy
jaslyn so i start a revolution from my bed says:
to yiishhhhhuuuuuuuuuuu

& my very own online birthday party! :D
thank you JIAMINJAS&FELI! I LOVE YOU GUYS ALOT<333333333
(boobjuices) aside, heh.
I THINK FOURTEEN HAS MADE ME PERVY!:O
i just remembered that i was supposed to be blogging about the past two days!
but i'm dying now (MANTRA MANTRA: SLEEP IS BEAUTIFUL! SLEEP IS BEAUTIFUL!) so i'm turning in.
goodnight and thankyou to all those who stayed up to wish me a happy birthday! (:

2006-10-19T03:47:00.000-07:00

listening to: work-jimmy eat world
am extremely bored. everyday passes in an innocuous blur but then it's less than five days of TWO DOUBLE-U and more of HELLO NEW SCARY CLASS.
new scary classes make me hurl.

(hums)
the MSN messenger advertorial reads "be happy with firmer and fuller breast".
it shows this woman looking extremely cool with her hands on her hips and then it zooms in onto her impressive cleavage with bold flashing letters at the side proclaiming a thirty percent discount.
now i can't imagine who would be happier with "fimer and fuller breast".
noone that i know of, that's for sure. (scratches)
what kind of perverted philistine would possibly plaster such an ad on MSN, when pratically 70 percent of its users are angsty teens with nicks such as "AiM SoWrEe Ai CaN't bUee PuRrfEctt" or something, which atually translates into "i'm sorry i don't have fimer and fuller breasts"?
i am so sure.

i am in one of my itchy moods.

i don't actually remember many things from my childhood, but i remember this time when i was nine. there was this boy i had a crush on in childcare, he was eleven and an older man and i told my mother i loved him and she laughed at me.
it was night time and my father was still away at work. i was screaming because my mother laughed at me so she gave me cake in an effort to placate me and apparantly it worked.
it seems rather funny that i can still remember it.
i also remember this time when we had an art teacher called Miss Ma. she had long frizzy hair and she only wore pastel. one day she came into the class and told us to draw out our dreams with our eyes closed while she played enya on the stereo. so i tried to draw a pony but it's head was twisted and it's eyes were wonky because i couldn't see what i was drawing.
so i tore it up.

i don't really know what that says about me.

i used to keep diarys. and i wrote in them endlessly and scribbled my name and 'KEEP OUT!" on every page along with all the 'HARRYPOTTER ROX" logos and i wrapped them in nice paper. the other day i was flipping through one of my diarys where there was this little black dot with a piece of scotchtape pasted over it, and i drew an arrow pointing to it with the words "this is an ant that came across this page while i was writing so i kept it here."
i think i was a really disturbed kid. :/
the thing is, i stopped writing in diarys after i realised that my mother was reading them.

i used to get really angsty with my parents and i loathed them. once i ran away from home and i stayed a little place with a nice garden without moving for hours. there were people walking briskly pass me and they hardly cast me a glance until i wondered if they could see me at all.
then my mother came looking for me hours later clutching a red umbrella and she was the only person who could see me, but while she was leading me back home and grounding my ass off, part of me was still sitting there in the nice garden sitting on the benches with my knees up.

i think floption is a funny word. it doesn't look like a word at all, much like shockly.

2006-10-17T05:14:00.001-07:00

listening to: daft punk is playing at my house-LCD soundsystem
now wasn't talenttime a load of trash. : (
NO FACE NO FACE ALREADY!
though it is also partly the fault of the school for initiating such a stupid (COMPULSARY) competition in the first place in which half the school went up and sang cheesy chinese songs, by stupid singers.
(titters) feli is so going to kill me for this. (:

and if it wasn't annoying chinese singers, it was HIGHSCHOOLMUSICAL RENDITIONS.
BAH.
i mean, there was a time when i certainly liked HSM, but that was before disney channel started playing it on their weekend movie slots ALL THE TIME, milking zac efron and swooning fans for all their worth until now the sight of zac efron in his retarded gymsuit singing 'breaking free' and doing the flappy thing with his hands pretending to fly makes me hurl.
zac efron looks like an iguana.

but honestly, our class sucked the most. i swear it's worse than everything else. for one the guitars couldn't even be heard properly, and the mike wasn't working so NOBODY could hear anything.
just a bunch of people swaying and looking embarrassed and rather agitated screaming into the mike without a single sound.
we can go be the next charlie chaplin or something, mimes that we are. :/

faith won, in the end. WELL WHAT DO YOU EXPECT? FAITH HAD A TURQUOISE ELECTRIC VIOLIN DAMN. >: (
//
after recess was the sexuality education talk with gloria gurung.
DAO FACE DAO FACE! -_-"
gloria seems wondrously OPEN with all matters be it masturbating or homosexuality.
i bet when she went back to the staff room all the supressed twitches came hurtling back to her. :D
while watching stupid video about teenage pregnancy;
me: yakyakyakyakyak
claud:yakyakyakyakyak
me: (glances up at the video) eh. what are they talking about now ah? why is the girl in the hideous beige shirt crying?
kahyan: orh. cos she pregnant mah.
claud: REALLY? WITH WHO? RAYMOND AH?
kahyan: no! it's another one! this one is with desmond!(or some equally hideous name like that)
kahyan. was. paying. attention.
DUDE. :OOO
(desmond&raymond are gay names)
i think i am very picky when i come to names.
the only name that i think is very nice is LOVELACE.
!
me: i would call my kid lovelace when i have one.
jaslyn: later the boy become gay and the girl commit suicide.
me: !!!!!
>: (

2006-10-16T03:45:00.000-07:00

listening to: anti-pleasure dissertation-bikini kill
yesterday i went to pin's house and watched take the lead.
it is movies like take the lead which make me wistful of my ballet years(HAH. I MANTAIN THAT I WAS A GOOD RIVER) and wish that i just had a TAD more sense of coordination.
and maybe actually was able to dance, or something.

anyways the thing is, i was on the bus home, when this old lady wearing a blue shirt with big yellow flowers sat down next to me carrying this umbrella and a huge carrier. (i don't know. why are old ladys always equipped with umbrellas and huge bulging carriers?:O)
i mean, that's all good and fine. she needs a seat because she is old and frail and she has got liver spots all over her face. so i smiled very politely and all and looked out of the window listening to quietdrive, you know, minding my own business. BUT THEN ALL OF A SUDDEN; there was this whiff of something horribly unpleasant. like, rotten corn. (DAMN I HATE CORN) and when i turned back, i saw the old lady with her FEET UP wriggling her toes in the air looking very shoik!

and when i started at her you know what she did? SHE SMIRKED!
AND SMIRKED AND WRIGGLED HER TOES EVEN MORE AND LOOKED AT ME SIDEWAYS SEEMING VERY PLEASED WITH HERSELF.

i think old ladies are very terrible, but then again i think it would be very enjoyable to be an old lady. i mean, think about it. liver spots and bladness aside, you get to carry a cane(or else an umbrella) and whack innocent people with it when you're pissed off!
and also because on the most part old ladys are small and frail people would feel sorry for you and give you their seats on the bus. and if they don't you can simply pretend to have a coughing fit and look all woebegone until someone gives you their seat. so it's kinda like, HAHAHA SUCKERS isn't it?
besides you have an excuse to wear terribly unfashionable clothes and everyone would just assume you're senile, or something. i mean, who wouldn't want to wear furry bunny slippers out on the streets? :D

or something. :/
//
grimaces to results.
i guess i'm not even surprised by my two big fat Cs.
BUT! THE A1* FOR LITERATURE MADE UP FOR IT.
i mean, i don't even know what the hell an A1* is but it certainly sounds very impressive.
A1*!
i bet you don't have an A1* :D
i am so egoistical.
BUT STILL! (BEAMS)

2006-10-14T21:01:00.000-07:00

listening to: 3000 miles-valencia in the second photo, mel looks like she belongs in a mafia and i look like i have a moustache.
which automatically puts me under the category of belonging in a mafia because all mafia people have moustaches.
: )O

2006-10-14T20:34:00.000-07:00

listening to: for dreamers, night's the only time of day-forgive durden
i have twenty two minutes to blog before i go off to meet PIN! :D
talking to pin is very demoralising.
me: ehh. so what'd you get for science?
pin: orh. 79 lor.
me: !!!!!!!!
me: history?
pin: orh. 76/80 lor.
me: !!!!!!!!
me: (faint) geog?
pin: 65.5/80 lor.
me: !!!!!!!!!!! (dies)

go me. she-who-got-50/100-for-science.
//
the holidays are coming up!
the mothership can't take leave off work so this year we're not going anywhere. NOT EVEN LIKE, SRI LANKA OR SOMETHING.
and you know where adoto is going? SHE IS GOING TO THE HIMALAYAS! SHE IS GOING TO CLIMB MOUNT EVEREST!
unfair unfair. >: (
and my nerd of a father is going to china for some high school reunion thing. imagine what they would do at the reunion! COMPARE THE SHINYNESS OF THEIR PROTRACTERS?

i would be spending the holidays all alone. the curtains drawn, and i dressed in a grubby potato sack(because i am too depressed to go shopping), i would cry silently as the neighbours point and laugh back from their shiny happy travels, and i would also eventually grow fat from eating too many sour cream and cheese ruffles while sitting in front of the TV watching the travel channel.

however when i told this to the mothership she sighed and told me to go to china with my dad. IMAGINE. ME WITH A BUNCH OF OLD PEOPLE COMPARING THE SHINYNESS OF THEIR PROTRACTORS!
i would much rather grow fat. : (
i have no idea how i'm going to occupy these two months of holiday. there are only so many spongebob reruns you can watch. : (

2006-10-13T18:00:00.000-07:00

listening to: as your voice fades-emery
SO.
yesterday's gig at the gashaus wasn't really all that nice. :/
but first, met up with mel at newton, in which she laughed at me loudly and i tried to kill her.
LESPARTNER; I SWEAR ONE DAY I WOULD KILL YOU!
went to bugis accessorize and ogled at all the pretty shiny things! :D I SAY, we should go for halloween as a tea party. and i can be the cupcake! >;D all that lovely pastel.
but NO. SOME people insist on going as a mama lemon. WHAT IS THE POINT OF GOING AS A DETERGENT BRAND? yeah, that would be none.
whereares going as a tea party is like, a tribute to social standings and the hopelessness of the starving children in africa or like, whatever. :D
met claud and zhiying for dinner at sakae. (EEP. RAWFISH!) shared this funny kiddy meal thing with zhiying which came in a lovely plate shaped like a (!) airplane. had to wait for qiao and her friend dorothy to come so we hung around bugis then went to the gashaus together.
it's a pretty shabby place and the walls painted red were all peeling and there were people sprawled on sofas everywhere. there were all these neon lights shining different colours all over the place.
the first band was terrible. they were screeching like nobody's business and they didn't even have any original songs. the crowd seems to like it though, moshing and screaming like nobody's business. :/
&I SAW _____! _____ OF PRIMARYTHREE, WHO USED TO BE MY FRIEND THAT I ALWAYS PLAYED BARBIES WITH!
and now she's Little Miss Eyeliner?
gah.
(heehee. she's very short though.)
//
the second band was lots better, the guitarist is like WHOA. but we left after four songs because it was getting kinda suffocating what with all the people smoking and all.
I HAVE TAKEN IN SO MUCH SECONDHAND SMOKE I CAN FEEL MY LUNGS BREAKING DOWN. >: (
went back to bugis and ate icecream! sitting at the water fountain.
finally went home at tensomething. my legs were wobbly and all from all that standing up and i was so tired i didn't even protest when the mothership forced me to drink milk.
yech. i hate milk.

2006-10-11T02:55:00.000-07:00

listening to: a dark congregation-the hush soundthose are my friends, the lovely people.
ILOVEYOUALL. <33
soyeah. YESTERDAY WAS A LOVELY DAY!~
i never thought Reflection Day would turn out like that. more like frantically scribbling reflection essays on the most boring topics and lollyeng lecturing us for hours on end.
was a bit more...comtemplative that i would have expected?
this Father came to the school and talked to us about alot of things but it was the last bit that really got to me.
each of us received a piece of paper and we were supposed to write down all our worries and the things that were niggling us, and the Father prayed for us and later we tore all the bits of paper up! and later, he told us to go to all the people we fell out with and give them a hug.
"DARN HAYFEVER WON'T YOU EVER GO AWAY?"
so basically the whole of the drama studio were hugging each other and sobbing and getting snot on each other's pinafores.
-AND IT WAS LOVELY!(beams)
really made me get my instropectives on many things. and yes, friendships salvaged.
WHICH IS WHY, I AM HAPPY NOW! :D
afterwhich, jaslyn then decided to stuff the bits of paper that we shredded up down my front. D:< which turned into a paper fight! while everyone had emptied out of the studio we were all there running around throwing bits of paper and singing..campfire songs?
C-A-M-P-F-I-R-E S-O-N-G SONG!
so i guess i'm happy for Reflection Day but THERE IS NO WAY I AM GETTING NEAR OILY AND SMELLY! (makes cross with fingers)
haha. i burn in hell.
//
afterwhich, was our non-soccer practice for Games Day on thursday!
me and mel my lespartner(!) went around singing about coconuts and Ze Emo Song?
"WHY DID YOU DIE?"
abandoned soccer and went to play..chess. : OO
we've got a giant chess set in school just like the one from harrypotter! :D
i noticed that the Knight(from chess) has funny teeth. they're like.. disadjourned from the rest of the mouth.
or maybe it's just me.

then when mel left we went to sit at the hill and sing the titanic song!
(it used to my favourite song. when i was like, ten.TEN!)
and then qiaowei suggested sliding down the hill with the help of some pieces of cardboard we nicked from stupid secones who left them lying all around. exhilarations from imagination!:D
dirty pinafores aside, IT WAS FUNNY! i bet we crushed some innocent earthworm ambling along in the grass though. :(
that is, until miss nair caught us and told us to put back to cardboard and go home.
missnair: (suspicious) what are you girls doing here?
us: eh. doing an experiment. on how many cardboard pieces it'll take to cover the length of the hill? (OHYEAH. FAT LOAD OF HELP THAT IS, ISN'T IT?)
missnair: (sighs) go home.
and we went, we just went.
at least missnair let us off easy cos she's pregnant. imagine if ROSALINDSOH caught us! (-faints)
still. loveyou all alot, even those i didn't hug.
"QIAOWEI! WHERE'S MY HUG?"
<3

2006-10-09T18:27:00.000-07:00

listening to: heart transplant-punchline
i think the thing to do with irritating people is to gorge out their eyes and throw them into cellers with man eating rats.
:)

2006-10-09T06:29:00.000-07:00

listening to: just like honey-jesus and mary chain
i have been stuck at home for two days straight, doing absolutely nothing but eating ruffles, watching tv and using this computer.
sad story of my life. :(

forgot to blog about saturday though. went ice skating with jasfeli qiaoclarissakahyan&erica. it was feli's birthday, see. i've never ice skated before and suddenly i remembered why.
"OHYEAH. IT'S BECAUSE I HAVE NO LIMB COORDINATION SKILL WHATSOEVER, THAT'S A SURPRISE, EH?"
purchased bright yellow gloves which are compulsary when you go on the ice. those gloves are your best friends, man.
qiaowei: (solemn) if you don't, like, wear gloves, when you fall and your hands like, touch the ice, they'll be like, stuck and your skin'd like, peel and you'll like, bleed and stuff. and you'll like, die.
qiao is such an infomative person, it gladdens my heart.
i couldn't walk properly at first but eventually (VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY VERY EVENTUALLY) i got the hang of it. :D
fell down 9846327842347632452364 times though. and each fall would be coupled with a loud scream of "SHITSHITSHIT!", general hysterics and this slow motion backward fall onto the ice, proceeded with loud screeching and banshee like laughter while struggling to get up.
i am not the world's most graceful faller, is all i have to say. :|
and everytime someone leads me out to the ice, i would try to aviod my immending fall by (groping) the person in an attempt to hold on! >;D
erica was the nicest though. she stayed by my side and skated with me at all times! :D
spotted serious eyecandy on the ice. haha qiaowei&jas are in love with the same guy!they called him 'the lenny guy' and qiao just wouldn't stop GUSHING about him.
qiao: OMG THERE HE GOES! YOU SEE YOU SEE! LOOK AT HIM SKATE! THE FORM! THE ART! THE DIVINE PERFECTION!
(goes build shrine for 'the lenny guy')
and she even refused to skate with me because she didn't want to be associated with me, the Screaming Skater.
HA. i bet you wouldn't dream of wearing your 'be smart, be single' shirt in front of HIM, huh. >;D
while the one I liked was much better than the lenny guy. but he broke my heart anyway, after i saw him link arms skating with this lian-ish girl.
this lian-ish girl had:
dyed and rebonded lian hair
a pink lian shirt that says "GIRL" in shiny silver letters (golly gee whiz, mayhaps without the shirt people wouldn't have guess that you're a girl, huh.)
pink lian mittens
AND THE LIAN AURA.
the lian aura is one that only lians have.

so fine, the lian girl can SKATE. what's the big deal! SHE CAN BALANCE HERSELF ON LITTLE POINTY BLADES. BUT! DOES SHE KNOW WHAT VITUPERATIVE MEANS?
i, for one, knows what vituperative means. (prim)
angry angry.

CHANGE OF SUBJECT! the Traitor makes my blood boil.
seeing as it was feli's birthday, qiaoclarissa&kahyan did this sweet dedication thing for feli. they sprayed foam(in substitution of snowflakes) all over the rink and played the birthday song. :D
after that we skated somemore until i FINALLY got the hang of it and didn't fall as much. still screamed a lot though. :|
had to go home after that, but qiao&jas stayed on for dinner. and jaslyn says, qiao dragged her back to the rink to ogle at 'the lenny guy'. OBSESSION OBSESSION MUCH!
//
and now i'm back home aching all over.
still.
HAPPY (BELATED) BIRTHDAY FELI PANKTON!
don't do sliding on Lauren yet ah!
(kahyan would be very worried! :D)
<33

2006-10-08T20:49:00.000-07:00

listening to: absolution-the academy is
today i am in one of my pensive moods.
the other day, i was watching this film with the mothership on channel 56. the Mothership had caught the flu, so she didn't do anything to whole day but scold people and demand them to bring her glasses of water, and occasionally bring a hand up to shield her eyes, doing her "woe-is-me" bit.
my mother is very good at doing her "woe-is-me" bit.

anyways, the point is, the film is about this orphaned monk. he's a bit of a sadist and when he was young, he would tie innocent frogs and little fishes with little rocks so that they wouldn't be able to swim properly and they'll have to carry that piece of rock with them for the rest of their lives.
this evil monk then went on behaving completely unlike a monk and fell in love with a woman, which is of course, against the rules of celibacy. they then had a baby, and the woman decided to bring the son to the temple to become a monk too. only she didn't want anyone to see her face, so she wrapped it in this purple scarf and didn't speak to anyone. even the monk didn't know who she was. one day in the night, the woman slipped out after leaving the baby behind, but she slipped on the icy pond and drowned.
the next day, when the monk went out, he saw the corpse and unwrapped the scarf and realised that it was you know, the woman he did it with. so he found this huge boulder and a brass statue of the goddess of mercy, and he tied himself to the boulder and carried the goddess of mercy and walked around like that for the rest of his life, in order to punish himself, just like all those little animals that he tied rocks to when he was young.
and the baby? he grew up to be a sadist too. he found little pond animals and fed them stones so they'll sink with the weights and die. and his laughter is really creepy, it goes all "HEEHURRHURR" in that very cute way while he looks at the fish die.
yeah. :/

i believe the point of the story is to tell you about retribution and cycles and all that. which is all good and fine, but it got me thinking. the movie is playing on how terrible it'd be to kill harmless little animals like that, but ARN'T THEY DOING PRECISELY IT? arn't they killing all these animals in the making of the film?
it's a bit of a paradox, i have to say.
i think a lot of movies are like that. they give you examples of how inhumane it would be to kill antelopes, but they go ahead with killing antelopes to make you a movie about how wrong it would be to kill antelopes in the first place.
does that even make sense?
(and no, it doesn't have to be antelopes. it was just a random animal. :D)

and i think what all these films do, is to play on the sympathy of humans and meanwhile get a box office hit, just like that.
like the new movie that's out, world trade centre. it is of course, about the 991 incident but what they're doing now is reanacting the story with all these fake people, these apparant heroes and tear jerking moments that never happened in the first place.
i was watching the trailer in the MRT station the other day, and practically burst out laughing to myself. IF THE BUILDING THAT YOU ARE IN IS CRASHING DOWN ON YOU, DO YOU REALLY THINK YOU WOULD DRAW HEART SHAPES WRITING "I LOVE YOU"?
maybe it's just me, but i would be trying all i could to save my ass so that i could really get back home to say "i love you" to my kids and stuff.
seems to me like these psuedo-protagonists lie in the rubble looking pitiful and get a big fat paycheck for it.
they've turned this international tragedy into some kind of sappy movie, that's supposed to make you marvel at the stength of humankind and all. but i'd say, who wants to feel good about 911? NOBODY WANTS TO FEEL GOOD ABOUT 911.
but then again, it's doing oh so marvellously in the charts. it's a "true story of courage and survival", after all.

i'm not against anyone who plans on watching it because after all, everyone could use a good cry. &besides, look how everyone lapped "the titanic" up.
i don't suppose world trade centre has any "i'm flying, jake!" scenes though, so writing love messages under tons of rubble looking heroic and pitiful seems to be second best.

2006-10-06T18:38:00.000-07:00

listening to: van tango-franz ferdinand
EOYs are-
OVEROVEROVEROVEROVER!
: DDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD
now that education means nothing to me i can forget all about linear graphs and active transport and stupid chinese idioms!
infact i should even stop speaking english altogether, and switch to jibberish, since there is no longer a need for vocabulary nor grammer.
"KJDHOIDHESADIO;DHAPSODEYWRIYH'ASDH!"
nope, not working.
HAHA. the best thing is, alot of other schools are not yet done with exams! SO WE CAN POINT AND LAUGH AT THEM.
i'm sorry i'm still feeling quite giddy. it's like, HAVING SO MANY KIDNEY STONES IN ONE MOMENT AND NONE THE NEXT.
exhilaration, i believe you call it.
//
yesterday after our paper mejasmel and erica went off to a JAMMINGSTUDIO!
(screams)
it's a pretty dilapidated one at aljunied, but very lovely all the same. it had that 'starting band' feel to it. :D
there were four rooms altogether and two were booked. one room was this bunch of boys and in another, there was this group of OLDPEOPLE clutching guitars and singing that song that's goes
"I LOVE YOU BABY
AND IF IT'S QUITE ALRIGHT
I'LL NEED YOU BABY
TO WARM A LONELY NIGHT"
or something like that. >:D
and their guitars were disturbingly tacky. one was black with the yellow licks of flames climbing up from the bottom.
"COUGHSOBENGCOUGH"
&we went to our room, which was right at the back! and when we switched on the lights, there was this wall with guitars and basses all mounted on racks, this big drum set and keyboards, and AMPS AND PLUGS EVERYWHERE!
the mikes were smelly though. WHAT DO EVERYONE DO TO THESE MIKES, ANYWAY? SWALLOW THEM?
it wa so smelly i dubbed them 'sniffy'. >:D
me and mel did an emo song. basically you scream and scream and go "WHY DID YOU DIE?" and wail some more.
mel's scary on drums, she's super loud, so everyone had to stuff tissues in their ears. :O
ANDAND! i love the bass. (even though i don't know how to play it.)
SOMEONE TEACH ME HOW TO PLAY BASS!

2006-10-05T02:51:00.001-07:00

listening to: the hardest button to button-the white stripes
HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHHAHAHAHHA
HAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHA
HAHAHAHHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHHA
HAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHHAH
HAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAH
AHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHHAHAHA.
who me?

2006-10-03T19:00:00.000-07:00

abandon all social niceties
i'll pay homage to thy beasts
rip of colloquial liability
it's a resurgence
it's a resurgence

claim restitution at interest payments
i'm stealing lines from the puerile
of mice and men force subjugation
in that sequence
in that sequence

&i'll bag this intoxication yet
in a sachet
in a sachet
and i'll give you metaphors and crown them king
see, that's the thing
i'm not crazy, i'm just high on frenzy.

commit crimes santimoniously
i'm dancing round the mortuary
contriving this lie double contrived
mirage temptations
mirage temptations

periphery of insanity
commiserate her sympathy
for she's not crazy
she's not crazy

&i'll bag this intoxication yet
in a sachet
in a sachet.
and i'll give you metaphors and crown them king
see, that's the thing;
i'm not crazy, i'm just high on frenzy.
/
finally decided to publish this, haha.
our math paper is today and contrary to the song
I AM GOING CRAZY

2006-10-02T06:29:00.000-07:00

listening to: pressue-paramore
i mean, i REAAAAAALLLY hate history.
i loathe it.

ode to history

how art thou
ever useful in mine
course of life;
who would ask
if i know
when the macdonalds house exploded?
but in any case
it's march 1965 .
geek.

FJHS;DUISADHG;UIOASFDASD;OSA.

2006-10-02T03:21:00.000-07:00

listening to: no ace, just you-forgive durden
DIE BLOGGER DIE.
BLOGGING IS A SIN. >: (
anyways, today wasn't a very happy day.
chinesepaperone was actually pretty okay, surprisingly. i wrote about the evil of Advertising Oh You Materialistic and Evil World and Being Happy and Confident in your Own Skin, which doesn't involve any cliches, except for the last line.
that went: "LET US STRIVE TOWARDS A NEW AND CONFIDENT TOMORROW!" or something along that line.
but, chinesecompos are full of cliches. I MEAN, THERE MUST BE A REASON WHY YOU CAN'T SAY CLICHE IN CHINESE.
well at least i didn't write about jackets and snowmen, right feli?
and i didn't write about triangular romances (AGAIN), right jaslyn?
(looks around) i wonder who would write compos like that.

while,
THE SCIENCE PAPER KILLED ME.

asleep, belly up, bloodless, blooey, breathless, buried, cadaverous, checked out*, cold, cut off, deceased, defunct, departed, done for*, erased, expired, extinct, gone, inanimate, inert, late, lifeless, liquidated, mortified, no more, not existing, offed*, passed away, perished, reposing, rubbed out, snuffed out, spiritless, stiff, unanimated, washed up, wasted

yeah, like that. I AM SO LIQUIDATED YOU WOULDN'T BELIEVE.
who knew that imran could set such a mean paper. I MEAN LOOK AT HIS BIG PANTS AND GRAPH PAPER SHIRT. DOES HE LOOK LIKE HE CAN SET SUCH TERRIBLE PHYSICS PAPERS?
i guess the graph paper shirt was just a facade. :'(

sentence of the day:
"unrequited love. QIAOWEI STOP WEARING YOUR 'BE SMART, BE SINGLE' SHIRT IN FRONT OF HIM!"

smiley of the day:
:P
THIS ROX MY WORLD MANZZZ.

2006-09-28T23:08:00.000-07:00

listening to: black mamba-the academy is
WHAT RUBBISH.
i mean, i was supposed to go on hiatus and now and look at me now, BLOGGING AWAY.
but after everything, I AM HAPPY NOW.
i ate a timeout and orangebowl and my bus came in ten minutes instead of fortyfive, and i am eating kinder surprise and i received a little toy of a guy in a hat skiing inside the chocolate, so i am happy.
(the toy has a detachable head. heehee.)
basically, the past week has been a huge spin of---->

arrow a-xercises, staybacks in the canteen lying on the benches,groping people, eating honeystars that make you poo, mugging, and a few startling revelations that changed my perspectives.
and of course, the geog&english composition EOYS were today.
i was SUPPOSED to wake up at four this morning after crashing at nine thirty the previous night after watching the fairly oddparents and glancing at my geog notebook, lying desolate on the table once in a while.
BUT OF COURSE I DIDN'T WAKE UP AT FOUR, DAMNIT. >:(

the compo was okay. apparantly baring your soul in a school exam works wonders for your sanity.
i hope.
well at the very least i didn't write a composition about how both my parents ended up in the mental hospital and how my mother brings home different men everyday and shags them all, right jaslyn?
(looks around) i wonder who would write that sort of compo.
cheryl was even BETTER, she wrote a compo about how she killed her lover's husband. :OOO

the geog exam was crap, though. i've lost roughly fifteen marks now from the stupid maps. and that map i studied about the reclaimed land? NOWHERE IN THE PAPER TO BE FOUND. >:(
but, i'm not going to think about it anymore. IT'S GONE AND I AM LEAVING MY GEOG BOOK UNDER MY BED WHERE ALL THE SCARY PAPER EATING MUTANTS LIVE.
i think i'm going to eat another kinder surprise and laugh at the toy inside and pull out their heads.
and while i'm doing that, some people should just get over themselves, look around and realise that they're not the only fucking person in the planet.
"I RULE! I'VE GOT A DEGREE FROM HARVARD!"
&-missmeese's weird metaphor of the day:
"sometimes i feel like i'm living a lie and all this time my pants has been burning down and only now do i realise that i'm butt naked most of the time."
//
you're selfish and fucking hypocritical and guess what, i'm not angry for myself, i'm angry for HER, because she's your best friend and YOU made her sad. and guess what, i don't care if you blame it on me because at the end of the day you're the one with the conscience.
grow up and stop pretending to be the grass because you're the one stepping on everyone.

2006-09-24T06:58:00.000-07:00

TWELVE DAYS, NOW.
(patience is a virtue.)

2006-09-16T23:59:00.000-07:00

listening to: erase-rewind-the cardigans
my whole life's on a HIATUS until EOYs are over.
you geek.
//
and on a side note, missmeese is hooked on PARAMORE.

<333
goodnight.

2006-09-15T04:13:00.000-07:00

listening to: face down-the red jumpsuit apparatus
it seems like i haven't been blogging for EONS and EONS. :O
this week's been a huge tangle and it feels odd, not being able to clear your mind and carrying everyday's memories along with new ones.
and so here's a post for the WHOLE WEEK. >: D
and yes it's going to be approximately 2832184656233634 words so MARILYN, PLEASE DO NOT READ THIS OR YOU'LL FAINT HAHAHA.
//
MONDAY:
well i knew monday wasn't going to be a pretty day. we've got four mock exams this week plus it's the beginning of term four, which means MUGMUGMUGMUGMUG and oh yeah, MUG.
and..i cut my hair, so i'm no longer round!
mel: OHMY! YOU'RE NOT ROUND! WAIT...I THINK I SEE SOMETHING!
i am so not round.
and, TERESA FRANCIS CAME BACK.
(cue scary music and the addams family)
TERESA LEFT HER BUMP BACK AT HOME AND TOOK ON A NEW HAIRCUT(which jaslyn puts so eloquently, looks like a 'bleeding helmet') AND TWOWISDOM, as well as position of new GEOG and ENGLISH teacher.
teresa francis is wearing the same maternity clothes she's had on two terms ago, the weirdo.
and bloody lilan's still form teacher, so now we;ve got TWO nightmares duing all those free periods.
miss stella conveniently decided to fall sick today so our homeeconomics lesson was taken by (horrors of horrors-) GWEE!
then the inveitable happens;
gwee the gross: WHY DIDN'T YOU DO YOUR SPICES ASSIGNMENT!
yuling: printer broke.
qiao: com crashed.
me: left file at home.
claud: lost it.
jas: at home.
zhiying: (mutters something and laughs so i can't hear properly?)
ilyna: eh.
lies, all lies.

and so gwee ranted and ranted and came up with the funniest of 'scathing remarks'
gwee the gross: FINE! DON'T DO! I'LL JUST GIVE YOU A ZERO! what egg you want, pigeon egg chicken egg ostrich egg?
qiao: (mutters) dinosaur egg.
and we quarelled with her about socks.
gwee: see, SOCKS CANNOT BE STRETCHED!
us: (pull socks up and stare at her)
gwee: NONO, SOCKS CANNOT BE STRETCHED! JUST LIKE HOW HAIR CANNOT BE STRETCHED! see, if i pull her hair;(pulls jaslyn's hair) it won't be able to make it longer. in fact, you would hurt her scalp!
me: but..you just pulled her hair, so you hurt her scalp.
jas: (does woeful look-my-crazy-teacher-pulled-my-hair-and-hurt-my-scalp bit)
i have never seen a bigger moron in my whole life.
she made us stand at the balcony for ONE HOUR sprouting rubbish.
you know, i bet she's just sour because she looks like a pug and her eyes are perpetually drooping and she's getting menopause. >:(
bloody idiot kept us in for an hour, then she went for another round of scolding session with mel who (OHTHESHAME), commited the HINEOUS act of eating an apple in class.
SERIOUS. gwee made her write her name on the apple and put it on her desk, then told her to write an ESSAY reflecting her UNGODLY DEEDS.
:O
mel's essay went something like that(I HELPED WITH THE BIG WORDS!)
'today i have commited a very serious act of eating an apple in class, which shows how undisciplined i am. i am also unable to lead my peers well.
i realise that it is disrespectful to eat in class and this unlawful deed reveals my deep psychological turmoil and well as selfishness.'
and it goes on and on and on for like, a whole page.
and what she DIDN'T submit was this:
"YOU LOUSY OLD HAG, I CAN'T BELIEVE YOU MADE ME WASTE ONE BIG FUJI APPLE, DON'T YOU KNOW THAT THERE ARE PEOPLE STARVING IN AFRICA AND THERE YOU GO, WASTING FOOD AND ALL. AND I BET YOU'RE JUST TWISTED AND EVIL BECAUSE YOUR KIDS ALL ABANDONED YOU AND YOUR HUSBAND HATES YOU! YOU SADIST."
but. cheered up by jamming at the bridge during recess. YES WE ALL LOVE SAY IT'S POSSIBLE.
it's kinda odd to be singing though, because i never really thought i could, BUT HEY, NOW I CAN SING SONGS IN MY SLEEP!
had the math mock paper, which was shit, 'nuff said.
walked home with qiaokahyanclarissa and made up random band names along the way, like, ANTS IN A LINE, PEDESTRIANS CROSSING, BROWN FENCE, GREEN SIGNS, and others.
but, heh, i think YISHU and the other three insignificant non-living non-important idiots is still a nice band name! WAHHAHAHA
nah we're pretty much confirmed to be haywire. or, HAYW?RE, BAY-BEH. : D
no wait skip the BAY-BEH bit it's just HAYW?RE. haha.
there was this little market near where we were waiting for the bus, so we went in and bought POP POPS.
i haven't eaten POP POPS since p2, when i was young, carefree, innocent, the whole bit.
BUT! I LOVE POP POPS, THEY'RE ADDICTIVE I SWEAR. finished five packets in one night while mugging for ting xie. :/
//
TUESDAY:
MYMY TUESDAY WAS AN EXCITING DAY. :D
school was pretty boring and all, BUT! after school mejas and rachel were going over to feli's house to do the homeec project in which we had to cook a meal for old people with high blood pressure(I KNOW.), and while on the bus something VERYVERY exciting happened!
I.SAW.PAUL.TWOHILL.
(screamscreamscreamscreamscreamscreamscreamscreamscreamcream)
WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO
i saw him in the bus stop, with this bunch of smelly primary school kids all over him, and i went all
(screamscreamscreamscreamscreamscreamscreamscreamscreamcream)
ME: OHMYGOD.OHMYGOD.OHMYGOD.OHMYGOD. ITS PAUL TWOHILL. OHMYGOD IT'S PAUL TWOHILL. PAUL TWOHILL! PAUL TWOHILL I LOVE YOU OHMYGOD!
and basically being very calm and conserved.
then this uncle on this bus who i havent clapped eyes on before and owns and huge potbelly stood up and went in this deep voice "GIRL. LOOK PAUL TWOHILL IS THERE." (points)
AND THERE WAS PAUL TWOHILL, NOW IN A CAB.
AND HE WAVED!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
PAUL TWOHILL WAVED AT ME PAUL TWOHILL WAVED AT ME.
he even did the whole headbanging thing and the rocker sign with the hands while i screamed and banged my head and waved, ALL AT THE SAME TIME.
I HAVE A SERIOUS CRUSH ON PAUL TWOHILL NOW OKAY! (blushes)

WHAHAHA. PAUL YOU HOT STUD, YOU.
i rang mel so that she could be happy for me; me: (squeak in shrill voice) I SAW PAUL TWOHILL!
mel: what? you saw a chicken?
me: PAULTWOHILL! (SCREAMSCREAM)
mel: (hangsup)
yeah, she isn't too fond of paul twohill. :l
UNDETERRED, i called claud, certain that she, at least would scream with me!
me: (screams) I SAW PAUL TWOHILL!
claud: (sounds bored) i've seen him with his shirt off. my cousin plays in his band, remember?
me: (screams)
actually now that i think about it, seeing paul twohill with his shirt off would be rather traumatising. :/
butstill! (screams)
got the stuff and went to feli's house to make the dishes! well actually i didn't really make anything, mostly i surfed the net and fantasized about paul twohill. >: D

but! feli and rachel and jas did two dishes, soup and the rice and we sat down for dinner together. (: the fish was the best even though i dont like seafood, and the tofu was pretty good too. i'm supposed to be making the dessert. note the SUPPOSED. :/

after dinner, hung around feli's goldfish pool chasing all the goldfish around in a little net. i'd catch the fish in the net and raise it out of the net and watch it valiantly struggle before putting it back in water again. haha okay so ME THE SADIST. >: D
took the bus home. while feli was waiting with me for the bus, this old uncle with brown teeth drove by in a pink van and started doing odd gestures and all. WAH VERY SCARY.
i think.. the gestures had SEXUAL INNUENDO! (gasp)
:O:O:O:O
//
WEDNESDAY:
HAYW?RE is alive and kicking! jammed at the balcony before school. STILL on say it's possible, but tried out a bit of paramore too.
went off tune during the chorus bit, >:( mel says i can go sing in a metal band and screech all i want.
MEL SAYS MEAN THINGS.
THING IS, the band doesn't even have a proper genre yet! the 'rock' bit is pretty much confirmed, but is it
GARAGE ROCK, PUNK ROCK, POP ROCK, HEAVY ROCK, ALTERNROCK, INDIEROCK, ROCK'N'ROLL OR WHAT?
we'll figure it out as we go along, i think. :)
anyways, weddie was a TERRIBLE hair day. my hair was sticking up on top and below my ears like two little horns and my fringe was DISGUSTING. >:(
still, didn't stop me from bragging to everyone about PAULTWOHILL, though.
went jamming under the specs stand during recess, and SKIPPED ORANGEBOWL. (gasp) but that was because i'd already eaten five pop pops in class. :/
claud and mel did some very nice harmonization for the song while jas provided the GUSTO and all. haha. and, i think capos are funny. they look like clothes pegs but are OH SO HANDY.

we had to assemble at the specs stand first before going back to class with the subject teachers because the teachers apparently don't trust us not to make noise while the secfours are doing their Olevels. saw this teacher who has this new goatee thing. it curled up at the corners of his mouth and looks absolutely DISGUSTING. like, JAYCHOU gone wrong or something.
i saw, all the male teachers in girl schools are either GAY or PERVS or TWISTED or maybe.. (stifles giggle) SERIOUSLY DEDICATED TO TEACHING AND MOULDING THE FUTURE OF OUR GENERATION!
(snorts and harrrumphs)
gaywong is, DUH, gay.
phee's a perv
and petertay is obviously twisted, there you go.

had LIT after recess!
mel: (moans) I HATE LIT. I DONT UNDERSTAND ANYTHING.
me: AHAH! YOU OBVIOUSLY HAVE NOT HEARD OF THE
MISSMEESE GUIDE TO BREEZING THROUGH LITERATURE LESSONS.
the thing is, you have to snatch and answer the FIRST question, then the teacher would think you're all enthusiastic and stuff and you'll be home free for the rest of the lesson!
i however, do not snatch to answer questions because of that. i genuinely like lit. : D
i hear kahyan calling me a freak. (frowns)
LIT IS NICE. it's better than your linear equations and whatnot.

physics was terrible. got back the last paper, with a stunning 50%.
was feeling very sad and all and apparently everyone thought i was crying so they started stuffing me with pop pops and writing me nice messages which REALLY made me cry.
i'm sorry i'm a sappy idiot.
but anyways, i love my friends. YES EVEN MORE THAN PAUL TWOHILL!
mel: OHMYLORD YOU DON'T SAY!
//
THURSDAY:
i know we're supposed to be a dedicated band and all, but i am getting sick of singing 'SAYIT'SPOSSIBLE'. i mean, SERIOUSLY. i have to play and sing the same damn thing EVERY SINGLE DAY for more than five times!
i swear, i can sing the fricking song in my sleep now.
and besides, i am angry because POPPOPS have officially ruined my life. i am consuming into pop pops FIVE PACKETS by FIVE PACKETS and i am turning fat.
GHASTLY! >: O
did curved line equations during math. I LOATHE DOTTED LINES.
seriously, WHOEVER THOUGHT DRAWING DOTTED LINES WERE SUCH A NIGHTMARE?
you have to go so EXCRUCIATINGLY slow and draw such SMALL DASHES as a time, JFOFHUIEFGRASDPOSOD/. >:(

c.lit was ohkay. watched some gay drama thing in which people flew all over the place and rode horses and married each other. or at least, that was how it seemed like to me.
and it turns out zhiying has the entire boxed set of the show. :O what other odd hobbies she has, i have no idea.

played guitar at the balcony during recess and drank mango smoothies! i'm actually supposed to be plucking for the paramore song but it soon became clear that i can't sing and pluck at the same time. :/ WHICH IS VERY SAD. (note to self: PRACTISE PRACTISE!)
and claud decided that we should post up a video of our song on youtube and garner some comments before we go all out and book a jamming studio.
apparantly there's one called SHANG which is SUPERCHEAP, at seven bucks an hour. :O and they provide the drums, bass and guitars, EVERYTHING. dunno, feel like there's a loophole somewhere. but if it's real, HEY, WHO'S COMPLAINING? : D
...and HAYW?RE have a new song now!
the emo song
if you're emo and you know it bang your head (bang bang)
if you're emo and you know it bang your head (bang bang)
if you're emo and you know it and you really wanna show it,
if you're emo and you know it bang your head (bang bang)
and it goes on to cut yourself, scream out loud, ring your eyes, and ends with a rousing 'SING THIS SONG!' : DD
i tell you, this would bring the music industry to their knees.

art was very nice. artfoo came to class and let us do our own thing, which meant playing the guitar! and he came to join us and played 'when the children cry' by white lion, which is a lovely song. and we played say it's possible(groan) AGAIN. :/

it started raining after school, and mel and claud was all "EH LET'S ALL GO STAND IT THE RAIN AND HAVE FUN!"
me: ohno. RAIN IS NOT MY IDEA OF FUN. TODAY'S A GOOD HAIR DAY! :(
but OHNO, they do not realise how rare a good hair day is to me.
it turned out pretty fun anways. linking arms and singing 'ring aroung the rosies' puts things off for a while. and of course, OUR EMO SONG!
>: D banging of heads is tres fun, non?
and ROSEMARY LIM, I AM NOT NANCY ZHOU! >: (
went back to class dripping wet to see people all crying in class. like..whoa, who died?
cheer up dear people! 2 double-u would always be here for you. :)
//
FRIDAY:
i'm looking back at what i've written the past two hours, and it's like, WHOAA. of course, i keep getting interupted by dinner and MSN and all. >:(
school today was pretty fun. i decided to do the UNTHINKABLE; run!
as you know i never run unless absolutely neccessary, like maybe if there was HPbook7 on the track or something. but after all the POPPOPS i ate this week, if i didn't run i'd turn into thunderthighs in no time, so yeah. :( i was supposed to run three rounds but only managed 2 1/4. BUT! IT'S STILL VERY GOOD! it's like, ONE WHOLE KM AND ALL.
meanwhile qiaowei the scary ran FOURROUNDS. that's 1.6 KM, THE FREAK.
qiaowei's ponytail is very funny when she runs, it flaps up and down up and down as she bounces along the track, haha.
claud only managed one round because she was late.
after that, we had ONEANDHALFHOURS of bloody lilan because she stole our free period, the bitch. JMSDBFIHSFIUFU. and directly after lilan was teresa francis and her lovely chalk holder. i mean, WHO uses a bloody chalk holder? ARE CHALK THAT DIRTY OR SOMETHING? sheesh.
she drew three mind maps on the board, told us to copy them, and sat at the teacher's table looking bored.
THAT'S HOW SHE CONDUCTS THE LESSON.
OMGOMG PERIWINKLE WHY DID YOU HAVE TO GO. :(
went for orangebowl after that! then, while we were assembling at the specs stand and rosalind soh was making her usual rounds,
jas: ha. there goes rosalind soh. i bet you can't get through this period without getting your hairband confiscated.
me: YOU'RE ON!
then, whenever rosalind soh and her freakishly long toes walked by, i'll shoot down and put my head between my knees so that NOONE could see my head and i looked rather like an ostrich.
jas: SURE GET CAUGHT ONE LA, LIKE THAT!
me: but i already have my excuse. i'll tell them that i'm suffering from some kind of chronic illness in the scalp and the hairband is actually medicated and without it i'll die..
jas: (snorts) HA. by the end of the day you'll owe me an orangebowl.
well the funny thing was, i didn't get caught by rosalind soh but MRS-NAUTICAL-SEET, even though she wasn't wearing the sailor garb today. but, at least she didn't confiscate it. >:D

we also had our lit mock paper, which was actually quite okay. it feels strangely satisfying to write your hand to pieces. but, one fluke- 'sprouted seeds of evil in Macbeth's heart', anyone?

stayed back with clarissa and qiaowei after everyone's left. i composed a song about QIAOWEI!
QIAOWEI
DOESN'T EVER DO HER HOMEWORK
SHE GETS OTHERS TO DO IT FOR HER
THE MEAN THING
SHE NEVER EVER DOES HER HOMEWORK, NEVER EVER DOES HER HOMEWORK.
haha. >: D it's nice okay!
and while clarissa went home by car, me and qiao walked to the bus and i talked to the lovely and MYSTERIOUS friend of qiaowei's, GUOZHI!

me: ellew? ah am molly leong, qiaowei's biology teacher!
gz: huh. she never do homework right!
me: (stifles giggle) exactly! in fact in a fit of anger, i have kidnapped her and taken her to bukit banjang. in order to see her again, you have to bring two thousand four hundred and sixty seven dollars plus one banana here immediately, OR SHE SHALL PERISH! (does evil laugh)
gz: huh. why so odd number. can round up or not.
me: cannot. can only round down.
gz> orh. then why need banana.
me: cos i'm hungry.
WHAHAHAA. but he's actually too nice a guy to be mean to.
and so now i'm here, typing my fingers off. THIS POST IS POSSIBLY THE LONGEST I'VE EVER WRITTEN.
//
hello claud. please be okay. it's not that hard to be happy ?
and mel, yes we all think our problems are the most severe, that's the problem with the world. //
isn't this a conspiracy
a sarcastic delegation
petty acts of desperation
wall to wall confrontations

these people's celebrations
of religious obligations
living amid these fustrations
i don't do self-facilitation.

my feet are falling
into the sky
i won't let my
fancies fly
in the theorical sense of word
it's okay to fall once in a while.

it's a lifelong competition
for that brainless sanitation
what an act of inspiration
charading moulds of cosmopolitan.

is this what it's all about;
is this why we're here right now?

my feet are falling
into the sky
i won't let my fancies fly
in the theorical sense of word
it's okay to fall once in a while.

2006-09-10T05:39:00.000-07:00

this is the original version of the song. terranaomi is fantastic even though she looks a bit like a man. >: D

2006-09-10T04:22:00.000-07:00

listening to: the hardest button to button-the white stripes
OHMY YESTERDAY WAS THE FANTASTIC-EST!
after our horrible raffles test, which by the way is an absolute no go, claud's dad picked us up and dropped me off at newton. before that though, me and claud sat around raffles waiting and talking about.. avril lavigne and emokids. oh, and tried to make the rafflesgirls jealous? >: D
claud: EH. PULL DOWN YOUR BELT AND LOWER YOUR SOCKS! then we can walk past all the raffles people and make them jealous cos they have to stick with a high belt!
i hate to admit it but apart from the terrible belts raffles really do have nice uniforms.
loads of people have told me how impressive their school building is, but i don't really think so. i mean yeah, they've got stained glass windows and a school pledge with a latin motto(and what's the stnicks school motto again? SIMPLE IN VIRTUE, STEADFAST IN DUTY? why can't we do it in roman or something :( ) but the building is just green and white with peeling paint and DIRTYDIRTY toilets. yech i hate dirty toilets. though the murals are quite cool. infact the whole school is cool cos it's all AIR CONDITIONED!
okay forget it that was a horrid pun. :/
anyways, claud's dad finally arrived. i think he's rather funny though he can't get my name right.
went home and mooched around, then met up with qiaoclarissakahyan at newton to go to claud's house for dinner! qiaowei bought this coughfakecough puma bag at bugis. granted, it looked pretty real and all, but they stuffed the bag into this BIGREDPLASTICBAG, the kind you get at the supermarket for buying cabbages? heh.
cabbed to claud's house. the cab driver was pretty freaky. he had wild hair and bloodshot eyes and looked exactly like a lurking cannibal under the disguise of an innocent yellowtop driver. i guess i should be happy he drove in straight lines and all.
arrived, qiaowei and clarissa ran off and left me and kahyan paying for the cabfare. but then kahyan had more money so she paid first >: D
then claud opened the door and me and mel started throtting each other and going all 'HARLOW! HARLOW!' while qiao and claud's four dogs engaged in this huge screaming/barking competition at each other, haha. went inside the house and up to her room and her LOVELYLOVELY BED. : D mel rushed in and decided to sit on my head so i started screaming and so did she, so claud screamed because she was afraid i might die and qiaowei screamed because she thought it was funny, so kahyan and clarissa screamed too because everyone else was doing it.
then i managed to get mel off my head and shouted : "OKOK EVERYONE SHUT UP! ONLY THE PERSON HOLDING THE (grabs naked purple elephant off claud's bad) PURPLE ELEPHANT CAN TALK!"
then of course mel had to wrestle with me for the blasted purple elephant. >: (
and then qiao took it into her head that she'll miraculously learn how to play the guitar in a day and belt out impeccable jay chou tunes?
qiao: CLAUDICE YOU COME HERE AND TEACH ME HOW TO PLAY THE GUITAR!
claud: (looks startled) uhm, okay.
everyone thought it was funny until ten minutes later when she was still playing the first note and we were all doing the 'patience is a virtue' mantra in our heads.
qiao: (pouts) I CAN PLAY OKAY!
haha. then, went to get ice cream. LEMON SORBET IS FANTASTIC! but the shopkeeper wasn't. she looked like an eel and kept on glaring at us just because we make the TEENIEST bit of noise. >: (
ran back for the pizza! okay i know you're not supposed to eat dessert before dinner but there you go. melanie lim eats like a monster.
claud: (trills) CHEW LIKE YOU HAVE A SECRET!
i don't quite get it, actually. like when you have a secret you'll be looking all furtive and stuff, so what's the point of doing that when you're chewing? (frowns)
me and qiaowei started playing with claud's VIOLENT TOILET DOORS again. okay fine it's stupid. BUT OMG THE DOORS ARE HILARIOUS KAY! >; D
after that, we started talking about names.
look at mel's name!
MELANIE LIM
becomes
MELON
becomes
MELO
becomes
MEL
and soon, it'll become
ME
and then;
M! (pronounced as MHM.)
HAHAHAHHAHAHAHHAA.
and no, 'YISHU HAVE A TISSUE!' is not funny. (sniffles) it brings back bad memories. : (
after dinner we trooped back to claud's room again and started playing 'say it's possible' by terranaomi. claud was playing the guitar while me and mel sang. it was rather funny and my whole face was red because the notes are so high. >: D
we actually recorded it but when we played it back it sounded TERRIBLE. gah. which was odd because i thought it was quite nice while we were playing it.
BUT! HAYWIRE/SEVEREDBARBIREHEADS/THEOREM/JUMPINGPRAWNS OR WHATEVER, WE HAVE TO FORM A BAND! : D
reached home at about tenthirty, to the mothership's sarcastic exclamations. "wah so early!"
hmmph.
BUT YESTERDAY WAS TRULY THE BEST DAY. <3

2006-09-07T06:54:00.000-07:00

listening to: looks just like the sun-broken social scene
WHY. WHY. WHY.
WHY DID PAULIE WAULIE HAVE TO GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO
me: claud. paul went.
claud: HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHA
me: (bemused) why're you laughing?
claud: AHAHAHAHAHAHAH YOU'RE KIDDING RIGHT HAHAHAHAHAHA
me: no actually i'm serious.
claud: (wails) NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO
EXACTLY.
FISDHFIASHDIPOASDIASGDAERUIASDJSFH;AS
SINGAPOREANS ARE ALL IDIOTS I SAY!
HMMPH. I AM NOT GOING TO WATCH SINGAPORE IDOL EVER AGAIN.

2006-09-06T04:15:00.000-07:00

listening to: you're the one-sugarcult
it seems to me that life has a very bad sense of timing.
i feel trapped.
i feel like things should have been better than this.
i feel like i'm not really seeing anything, but then again maybe i see too much.
i feel like i'm going around in dizzying circles but i can't get through all the curves without falling down.
i feel like maybe you were playing me all along and you never really meant all the things you said.
i feel like you're trying too hard and it's getting to me.
i feel like you're trying to steal me away from me and covering it up with loose glitter and presenting it as your own.
i feel like i'm constantly being expected to be cheerful and it seems wrong if i get sad.
i feel like i'm supposed to be stuck in a mold that i can't break out of.
i feel like i'll never to able to be who you want me to.
i feel like i can't make all these decisions by myself.
i feel numb.

2006-09-05T04:23:00.000-07:00

listening to: away we go-valencia
thank you, this makes me have faith in life again.

2006-09-04T04:57:00.000-07:00

listening to: no one really wins-copeland
integrated lies into
reality
puerile fool for
presidency
pseudo-people strutting on
public TV
and i sit here in
my misery

it's not that easy
falling to infinty
masquerading
on these everyday streets.
-

2006-09-03T04:58:00.000-07:00

listening to: brit pop-quietdrive
GOD.
i've finally finished studying bio in preparation of the EOYS but i can't say i really got anything digested. it's a bit funny studying about the menstrual cycle while having my period though. it's like, "forget the cramps, menstruation is the result of progestrerone and oestrogen and helps to keep my uterine lining think blahblah."
and actually you know what the notes about menstual cycles should read?
" WE KNOW IT HURTS BUT IT COMES ONCE A MONTH SO LIVE WITH IT AND GO HAVE A CHOCOLATE."
that is all we need to know, i think.
AND! there is the whole business with diffusion and osmosis. WHO, i ask, would volunteer to stuff glucose into an animal cell so that he/she can see it explode?
(actually now that i think about it it would be quite exciting.)
BUT. NOT THE POINT.
and the rest of the rubbish about lignin and active transport and left ventricles, just leave me out of it. >: (
//
watched the heffalump movie with the mothership on playhouse disney in the morning. before you laugh, i just have to say it was a very nice and touching movie and heffalumps are cute things.
(pause)
okay you can laugh now. i would, if i were you. :|
afterwhich we went to tampines for shopping! : D the mothership bought a disgusting black monogrammed guess handbag.
me: you should but this one with the parrots on it. see? so bright and cheerful.
mothership: EE! SO GAUDY!
me: (cross) WELL IT'S BETTER THAN A STUPID BAG THAT HAS LITTLE 'G's PRINTED ALL OVER!
i hate monogrammed bags, seriously. they are just so.. POINTLESS. they haven't even got a particular design or anything, but they sell for hundreds of dollars just because of a stupid label. gah.
however, went to buy my black chucks because the previous pair got spoilt! : D
so all in all i suppose it was an okay sunday.
and now excuse me, i have to get back to learning about scrotums.

2006-09-02T01:45:00.000-07:00

listening to: why we cry at movies-as tall as lions
PHOTOS!
(some of the photos have vituperative remarks written on them about me but as i am an idiot i don't know how to remove them, because the pictures are all koped from mel's blog.)
(yes i know you don't know the meaning of vituperative. i didn't either until i checked the thesaurus. doh.)
//
outing on the 31st august at spotlight; me and mel, decked out in feather boas, her charlie chaplin hat and my crochet hat. okay i know we look deranged. SHUTUP. >:(

YES. THIS WAS THE VITUPERATIVE REMARKED PICTURE I WAS TALKING ABOUT!
okay i know my hair looks hideous here. i can't quite believe it either.
BUT MEL YOUR HAIR DOES NOT LOOK ANY BETTER!claud and qiao showing off their thighs. HEH. I BET THEY DIDN'T KNOW I WAS GOING TO PUT THIS UP ON THE WWW! >: D

me totally digging my fairy princess headband, clarissa looking...odd, and qiaowei with her LONG LONG LONG LONG LONG boa. it was so long we couldn't even get the whole of it into the picture.

power rangers go to the prom! : D guess which one is me.all thanks to KAHYAN our lovely photographer who was mildly allergic to feathers so she had to put up with taking photos of us! :D kahyan digs green crochet hats too.

2006-09-01T05:32:00.000-07:00

listening to: hollywood fix-the pink spiders
I KNOW I SHOULDN'T.
I KNOW I'M BEING MEAN.
I KNOW IT'S ACTUALLY QUITE A SADISTIC THING TO DO.

BUT-
(breaks into song)
JOAKIM SCHMOKIM
WHAT A LOSERISH GHERKIN
JOAKIM SCHZOOKIM
OBI-QUAK YOU'RE NO LONGER IN. >: D
(tap dances around brandishing mel's hat)
and hej was being a right nark on the wednesday show too, waving his fists in the air and prancing around like an idiot when the udges said he's improved.
now the thing is, improved NOT= GOOD.
improved, in joakim's case, is = alright-we-admit-it-you're-desperate-to-stay-on-
and-you-did-something-about-it-but-you're-too-far-gone-anyway.
AND NOW HE'S GONE!
i no longer have to stuff pickles in my ears rolling around the floor in agony whenever he comes up on TV. and that, can only be a good thing.
//
HAPPY BELATED BIRTHDAY CLAUDWEE.
MY DARLING MALTESE, FRIEND OF THE LOVELY LENNY AND GUITARIST OF HAYWIRE/SEVERED BARBIE HEADS/THEOREM/JUMPING POPCORN OR WHATEVER OUR BAND'S NAME IS GOING TO BE.
DON'T GET EMO AND CRY BECAUSE YOUR EYES ARE SO SMALL THEY MIGHT DISAPPEAR ENTIRELY WHEN SWOLLEN. : D
<3
went out with mel, claud, qiao, clarissa and kahyan for claud's birthday. (HEH. while jas and feli spend time with their clone-like friends and the EAGLE and all.) held the farewell party for periwinkle and the birthday party for claud and went to plaza after. it was pouring outside, so we split into half and me mel and claud shared the cab-
and pitted our taxi uncles against each other! : O
our taxi uncle won, if you really want to know. but he cost fourty cents extra because our fare was $9.70 but qiaoclarissakahyans was like, $9.30! >: (
bought tickets for THEDEVILWEARSPRADA, then melqiaoweiclarissa they who are Barbaric went to the arcade to shoot computer animated nazis while
me claud and kahyan went to yamaha and i bought three picks! saw lots of people trying out the guitars there and i've got my heart set on that PURE BLACK bass. i mean, it's not triangular and NOTHING like the one KISS has got but i love it all the same.
after that kahyan decided to become barbaric(arcade-patronizing) so me and claud went to spotlight and engaged in peaceful activity which involves feather boas and hugging pillows(!)
after that we met up with them and went to gelare, where i had a HEAVENLY hot fudge sundae. and while i was eating my cherry-on-top kahyan went nonchalantly:
"you know they say if you can tie cherry stem knots with your tongue you'd be a good kisser".
and naturally i stuffed the cherry stem into my mouth and tried to knot it but nearly choked in the process.
which is quite a sad thing, actually. : (
then everyone started talking about gross things like giraffes licking their toes and humans licking their elbows, which resulted in all six of us sitting in the middle of the oh-so-posh gelare trying to lick our elbows and ending up with spasms in the neck.
we still had half an hour before our movie started, so we went back to spotlight and took LOTS of pictures wearing feather boas and um..
power ranger masks. (and me, a disgusting green crochet hat on top of it all)
like, POWER RANGERS GO TO THE PROM!
after that we went back to the cinema and bought ji dan zais and coke for the movie!
LET ME TELL YOU, I AM NEVER SITTING NEXT TO MELANIE LIM IN A MOVIE EVER AGAIN.
the last time i did was to watch recycle, and she scared the checkered-boxers off me by screaming at completely random moments. and this time, she kept on making running water noises because i told her i was trying to hold my pee! >: (
me: (whines) OHMYGOD I'M FECKING URGENT
mel: be a good girl! SHHHHHHHHHHHH~SHHHHHHHHHHHHH~
RAWR.
the movie was pretty good though, lots of posh brands and stilettos.
TOP FIVE THINGS I LEARNT FROM THE MOVIE:
-valentino gets you everywhere.
-you should not talk on the phone and carry fifty calvin klein scarves at the same time, or you would get knocked down by a lorry.
-you should never make out with snots at your friend's art gallery.
-gay people are the bestest friends. EVEN gay people called nigel.
-SHADES ARE ALL POWERFUL.
which is why, when i am going out with jas to cut our hair before tuition, i am going to purchase a pair of shades with which i can stare at people with and convey a deep sense of authority and chanel no.5.
okay, maybe not chanel no.5. but at least dodo club soap.
:)
//
PHOTOS UP SOON I SWEAR. AS SOON AS CLAUDWEE THE LAZYASS DECIDES TO SEND THEM TO ME, THAT IS.
//
and finally,
HAHA JOAKIM YOU SUCKER.

2006-08-31T21:37:00.000-07:00

really, i'd marry jack white.

2006-08-31T06:55:00.000-07:00

listening to: three days later-FM static

the lovely thing mel drew me, because i've got this odd story about a little man who lived inside a twisties packet.
only that isn't a man it's ME! : D
mel may be a EMO KID but sometimes she's OHKAY. <3

2006-08-31T06:26:00.000-07:00

HAHAHAHA.
MELANIE LIM IS AN EMO KID!
MELANIE LIM IS AN EMO KID!

2006-08-31T05:20:00.000-07:00

listening to: line and sinker-billy talent
i haven't blogged in such a hideously long time, or so it seems. these few days have been dragging on and on and sometimes i feel like i can't really catch up and really, thanks to everyone who came back to pull me up and shove me to the front.
somehow goodbyes seem all too fast.
but hello miss periwinkle, no matter what we love you lots and lots and i won't every forget you. even though LEEDS sounds like LEEKS which is plain EW, but remember us in england and we'll laugh if you come back and offer us tea in an english accent. (:
thanks for the hug and thanks for that stuff you said to me, because sometimes everyone needs a little assurance to carry on and nope, i would never give up i swear. maybe i'm still not any higher on the tree but sooner or later i'll look up and maybe you'll be there, smiling and swinging your legs, egging me on.
and it's because of the little things you do like asking me if today's a good hair day or telling me i have nice handwriting that make my day. it seems strange that a relationship can go so far in such a short time but there you go.
writing your letter seems like one of the most difficult things to do and being lost for words isn't a very good feeling but sometimes its better to just lie down and stop trying to express everything and keep them to yourself, because speaking them out would only result in more tears and melancholy.
amd now that you're going away it seems like life's suddenly stopped in its tracks but i know we'd have to shoulder on, but it won't be the same without you. the goodbye didn't even fully register and you'd already left and it seems like there's nothing we could do now but wish you the best and tell you to keep in touch, remember us and no, we wouldn't laugh(too much) about the birdbird.
i guess this sounds pretty much like a long string of incoherent rambling to you who's reading this but i can't possibly think what with all the bales of hay all around giving me hayfever and all.
i'll always remember you periwinkle. sure, you might think a teacher is simply that- a teacher, but then again, periwinkle isn't simply a teacher.
it seems too difficult to say those simple words;
goodbye.
//
it may be solstice now
but then one the other side of the earth
she rejoices in palatial paradise.

2006-08-27T05:47:00.000-07:00

listening to: with you-the subways
WELL KAHYAN, YOU'D BETTER LIKE YOUR PRESENT BECAUSE WE SPEND A FECKING FIVE HOURS DOING IT! >: (
(i'm sorry i ate one of the cookies but there wasn't enough crepe paper to wrap it with anyway!)
//
met jas and feli at j8 to get breakfast. i like jas and feli. they are nice people and i spend a lot of time with them.
BUT THEY JUST KEEP ON HARPING ABOUT THE TOILET INCIDENT! -turns away in agony
>: (
remember that time i walked straight into the male toilet and saw that long string of cathigh guys? WELL I DON'T SEE WHAT'S THE BIG DEAL? we've all gone to the male toilet aplenty on dares or hormones or whatever. SO?
I MEAN, I SWEAR I DIDN'T SEE ANYTHING! ALL I SAW WAS THEIR GREEN SHORTS DOWN THEIR KNEES AND STUFF!
jaslyn: (points a quivering finger) YOU...YOU ARE POLLUTED!
jaslyn got a sausage macmuffin in her shoe for that. >:(
anyways we cabbed to claud's house and when she greeted us with bed hair and a shirt that said in small print 'you nosey little fucker arn't you?"
hoho. : D
went up to her lovely room with the LOVELYLOVELY bed and lovely mr eggplant and squishy pillows and purple curtains.
I LOVE CLAUDWEE'S BED MUCH!
jaslyn took her guitar and started playing country songs?
very odd.
finally got round to baking cookies for kahyan in claud's AIRCONDITIONED kitchen though. hoho. who the hell has an air conditioned kitchen?
SO AFTER ALOT OF HARD WORK(okay. fine. not that much hard work. but then if you don't use betty crocker, who will?)we made our first batch!
which turnt out burnt. :|
BUT! undeterred, we tried the second and the third and the fourth until the fifth when we got bored of maiing standard size cookies and decided that stars with smiley faces made of chocolate chips was really the way to go.
(coughCLAUDICEcough)
after that we had to WRAP the cookies in crepe paper. you wrap three in one small piece, fold it up into some turnip shape-y thingamajig and wrap it up with a ribbon.
okay that's like, FIFTY COOKIES WE WRAPPED.
and i'm sad to say i ate one.
WELL IT WAS JUST LYING THERE, NOT DOING ANYTHING USEFUL! >: (
after that it was RUSHRUSHRUSH to cine to meet kahyan and give her her present. but because we took too long we were late by a scary FOURTY MINTUES.
and we had cabbed there! took ages for us to find one though. by the time we left claud's house it was two fifteen and cos she lives in isloated bukit timah and on top of a hill you don't really see cabs whizzing past the streets. and by then i was so desperate i started HALLUCINATING and stuff. I SAW YELLOW TOPS EVERYWHERE! :O
finally got a cab but the driver wasn't too smart.
me: uncle, somerset MRT please.
uncle: wha? you want the exit SCH-LARK-SHUN or the other one?
me: SCH-LARK-SHUN?
uncle: (impatiently) YA!YA! SCH-LARK-SHUN!
jas: um, just whereever thats closest.
uncle: (drives to slections) NEH! SCH-LARK-SHUN!
:l if there was an english teacher there she would have died frothing at the mouth.
well we finally met up with kahyan then we went to the LIME flea! : D
i heart flea markets.
bought this funny shirt that says 'my thursday shirt', some badges, a JET CD(FOR EIGHT BUCKS, I CAN'T BELIEVE IT EITHER!) and a pair of earrings. :D
after that jas and feli had to leave so me and kahyan caught LOVEWRECKED, that new flick starring amanda bynes.
quite nice actually. : D but that rockstar dude? NAH, TOTALLY FUGLY! look at his horrible chest hair and stupid haircut. (shudders)
and KAHYAN I DID NOT CRY AT THE END! I HAD HAYFEVER!
inconsderate people who always bring bales of hay into cinemas. (mutters)
met up with qiaowei after the show.
qiao: SHU! I WANT TO WATCH THE BREAKUP!
me: okay.
qiao: SHU! I WANT TO WATCH THE DEVIL WEARS PRADA!
me: okay.
(later)
qiao: SHU! I WANT TO WATCH THE BREAKUP!
me: okay.
qiao: SHU! I WANT TO WATCH THE DEVIL WEARS PRADA!
me: okay.
(later)
qiao: SHU! I WANT TO WATCH THE BREAKUP!
me: OKAY!
qiao: SHU! I WANT TO WATCH THE DEVIL WEARS PRADA!
me: KLHSAEPWEQUGRDPQWEY;XQWUZEQ989TQWPT9QWWEI
GO AND WATCH IT THEN, DAMNIT! (turns into the hulk and proceeds to start bashing things around)
then mel and claud arrived after catclass and mel bought this totally funny charlie chaplin-ish fedora hat! >: D
went for dinner at this ramen place, with mel proudly wearing her charlie chaplin hat.
mel: matt, matt, he's my hat
on my pretty(snorts) head he sat
within him my supply of kitkats
matt, matt, my lovely hat that's black!
(sniggers)
played truth or dare. i dared mel to ask this guy at the arcade if he likes her hat, and she dared me to ask someone if he likes my hair!
me: EXCUSE ME! DO YOU LIKE MY HAIR?
poor guy: (terrified) uhm, yeah....(trails away)
me: (mortified,runs back to restaurant)
hahaha.
then, mel went up to this guy wearing a samurai costume if he likes her hat!
mel: hello, do you like my hat?
samurai: nope
mel: : OOOOOO BUT WHY?
him: because, i don't know how to appreciate girl stuff!
mel: (looks insulted)
SUCKER! : D
see, someone likes my hair but they don't like your stupid hat!
melanielim is truly obsessed with her stupid hat. she even went ahead and made a skin from it.
after that it was time to go home. played PINGPONG and ZHAUNGNAMEI on the train, to the amusement of the people watching us.
: D
it's little things that make my day.

2006-08-25T07:10:00.000-07:00

THIS IS DAMN CUTE LA. :D

2006-08-25T03:31:00.000-07:00

listening to: break out-all time low
i am going to have to kill myself. it's not like i WANT to do it.
BUT JOAKIM GOMEZ AND HIS HIS UNBUDGING PRESENCE IN SINGAPORE IDOL IS DOING ME IN! >: (

HE CANNOT SING. HE CANNOT SING. HE CANNOT SING!
bah humbug. JOAKIM IS NOTHING MORE THAN A PRETTY FACE AND YET HE'S IN THE TOP FIVE?
(fans self)
talking about him makes me get all agitated and all.
i hate joakim man.
//
on a happier note, HAPPY BIRTHDAY KAHYAN! : D
poor kahyan had a physics test on her birthday. :( which, may i add, was completely
PFH;WUPOEDFSA;JGasDAWIYEOQ;FUSAD;AKHSD.
and i've already lost three marks off the periscope thingy cos i FORGOT TO DRAW THE IMAGE, ALL I DID WAS THE EXTEND THE MIRROR!
no good ever comes from extending mirrors. and hello, i didn't even revise properly. all i did yesterday at home was to eat ruffles and watch my mother's yoga videos(AND THE YOGA GUY WAS DAMN GAY. HE HAD TIGHTS AND A SWEATBAND, DOES THAT CLUE YOU IN A BIT?). once in a while i'll cast a look at my notes but then i never really got around to properly mugging. bah! and anyways i was damn pissed cos JOAKIM IS STILL NOT OUT!
but at least the test is over, eh.
and now we're
FREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE
until EOYS rears its loathsome head, that is.
the rest of school was pretty much blah, until after school when memelqiaoclaudandclarissa rushed out of school to buy stuff for kahyan's surprise party! me and mel had to go to 7-11 to get the coke and chips, then we met the rest of them at the flower shop, and we bought five huge sunflowers and four lovely roses! : D then while they went to buy cake me and mel had to carry everything back to school. let me tell you, lugging around flowers is NOT VERY FUNNY. especially because the stupid florist didn't even take the thorns off the roses and they all ended up stuck into my pinafore and pricking me all over while mel pointed and laughed. >:(
(well she was the potato girl with big bags of chips eh?)
and i swear it's record timing for running to and fro the big big hill our school is situated on, EIGHTEEN MINUTES!
and how convenient that we've got all the shops just down. :)
anyways, went back to class and frantically started writing 'HAPPY BIRTHDAY KAHYAN' on the board which got smaller and more crooked as the letters went along? and feli happily drew a balloon next to the wording. >: D
and everybody took one flower and qiaowei opened the door and we all started singing happy birthday while people started going all 'KODAK MOMENT' and taking photos?
and she has to bring all our flowers to town, hah.
then we made her eat our cake without using hands or anything. and you know those horrid tasting flowers make of some chewy substance that they always put on cakes? we made her eat TWO of that plus all the cream that went along with it! :D
kahyan: eep. so disgusting.
me: :( KKAAHHYYYAAAN
kahyan: (hastily) OKAYOKAY. I EAT.
hoho.
looking pitiful gets you everywhere.
as for the rest of us, we each grabbed a spoon and dug into the cake together and it was completely messed up in ten seconds flat, i swear.
well the cake was quite lousy to tell the truth, so we ate chips instead and sat there talking rubbish. and oh, kahyan got to be the tallest for the day! everyone else sat on the floor and she on the chair. :D
HAHA KAHYAN. (patpat) YOU'LL GROW!
then lilan came in and i went in this very loud, snide voice 'TODAY IS KAHYAN'S BIRTHDAY' cos lilan snubbed kahyan terribly during class just now, and generally being a total bitch, and then all lilan did was to smile and go in this very quiet voice, "today's my daughter's birthday too.'
and you know, everybody just shutup, like that. come on, lilan might be a total arsehole, but she's ALL ALONE in singapore while the rest of her family's in china. and she can't even be there on her duaghter's birthday.
don't know, i guess it just makes you realise that teachers are (sortof) human too.
yep. after that kahyan had to leave cos she was towning with other friends, and we had to start cleaning up. only we didn't really know what to do with the leftover cake, so we wisely decided to
HAVE A CAKE FIGHT! : D
CAKE FIGHT CAKE FIGHT.
went around the hallways screaming and flinging bits of cake around until by the end of it all everyone looked like they went swimming in a cream pool.
but then after that we had to clean up, which was quite nasty. nicked a mop from the cleaner's closet we had to hang all our pinafores out to dry cos it was completely soaked after washing.
it was quite funny actually, seeing the row of pinafores all dripping and hung out on the balcony. :D
HOHO. I LOVE MY FRIENDS. who else would play childish hand games with me in seet's lessons and giggle silently until we get caught, take stupid photos pretending to be bouncey, sing llama songs and (cakefight!)? <3
//

2006-08-21T04:24:00.000-07:00

listening to: kiss and make up-funeral for a friend
this is my sentence of the day:
WHEN A LION AND A ZEBRA MATE, YOU GET A LIBRA.
//
EH. JUST FOR THE RECORD, I DO NOT LOOK LIKE GAYWONG ! (with contacts i mean)
PDSFHOFDHFEUWASD.;SAKL.
gay wong looks like this:and i most certainly DO NOT look like that! >: (
the contacts are kinda itchy though. and the thing is you can't scratch.
eh. i kinda forgot what i wanted to (BROG) about.
(ponders)
OHYEAH!
MY MATH GRADE FOR THE TERM.
so last term, i scored a lousy 44/100 for math and this term i WORKED HARD and APPLIED MYSELF and (gasp) PAID ATTENTION IN CLASS, and i got 88/100!
(coughcough) excuse me and everything, but
IN YOUR FACE SUCKERS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
heh.
in case you're not a math genius like me, 88 IS TWICE OF FORTY FOUR, WHICH MEANS I SCORED TWICE AS HIGH THIS TERM!
even mrs seet says: YOU'RE FINALLY BACK ON TRACK.
HEAR THAT? I'M FINALLY BACK ON TRACK! : D
(but, kahyan the scary person scored ninety-eight. HOW DOES ONE SCORE NINETY EIGHT, I BEG OF YOU HMM?)
//

2006-08-18T23:57:00.000-07:00

listening to: bury me with it-modest mouse
HOHO.
SO I GOT MY CONTACT-WONTACTS!
:D
went to the shop with the mothership and the shopguy took out two little jars of something and the contacts are inside the jars! :o
compressed contacts anyone?
anyways i managed to get them in after the second try, and the guy said i did 'very well'. :D and all the other people who were there taking their glasses and stuff were staring at me with their mouths open, and i'm POSITIVE it had nothing to do with me screaming my head off going all 'NONONO! IS CANNOT!IS CANNOT!' :|
but it doesn't hurt at all and at first it's kinda scratchy and stuff and you tear like CRAZY, but after a while it's perfectly fine. so yep.
but it is quite troublesome actually, the whole thing with the washing and protein tablets and stuff.
STILL, YAY! : DD

2006-08-18T02:30:00.000-07:00

listening to: thunderstruck-ACDC
right now,
mel is probably at causeway point, miserably selling kitkats for charity.
jas is at marina, shopping for formal dresses.
claud-the-quarter-mistress is at CCA, frantically polishing cellos.
qiaowei and clarissa are at badminton training hitting balls to each other over the court.
feli is at CCA, doing whatever they do at guides.
kahyan is at work finding articles for our geography graded assignment.
and me?
i'm sitting here, eating ben and jerry's fossil fuel and growing fat.
//
haven't properly blogged for a long time, oui?
yeah school's been getting kinda hectic, what with all the tests and assignments due and all. it's like, you live for every friday, studying for the common test of the week. and when you get that over with you just go on to the next test.
(but still. found time to go towning! :D)
so yeah. i live for orangebowl and movie trips in the middle of the week.
TUESDAY:
morning run has been cut down to TWO rounds, so that's a happy happy thing! but, apparently sectwos are not good enough for serenading music when they run like the sec fours have got.
HMMPH. JUST BECAUSE YOU'RE THE OLDEST IN THE SCHOOL AND YOU'VE GOT THE VICE PRINCIPAL RUNNING WITH YOU(in traumatising high cut fbt shorts and ugly socks) YOU THINK YOU'RE SOME BIG SHOT? >:(
okay sorry. not in good mood.
english was fun, as usual. miss periwinkle lost her voice so she had to go around typing out instructions for us to view on the projector.
miss periwinkle: (types) class, please take out your english worksheets on writing a newspaper report!
two double-u: (gaze blankly at ceiling pretending that we didn't see anything)
heehee.
played funny headline game, where everyone had to think of a headline for a classmate.
cheryl called me a fat thing. >:(
jaslyn's one was funnaye though.
"BERRI CHIO!
BERRI HIP!
LIKES TO DOODLE!
LAUGHS A LOT!"
yeah man. berri chio, berri hip, that's our jassie-poo.
after that was bloody PE where we had to play basketball.
i hate to admit this, but it wasn't too bad. like, mostly we just ran around shooting baskets. (or maybe non-baskets, for that matter,) and with me beating up the ball and telling it to behave when it didn't go in. which was, ahem, most of the time.
BUTSTILL. better than the (non)backflips during gym the other time.
and after our (orangebowl-less) recess was MATHMATHCHINESECHINESECHINESE!
(insert dead face)
DEADFACEDEADFACE! an hour of seet and two hours of lilan? i mean, mrs seet is nice and all, but DOES she have to be so bloody BORING? it's not really her fault though. bloody firecrackers can't make simultaneous interesting for gods sake.
chinese was worse. today lilan wore her jingling sandals and this HORRIBLE pink dress with geometric patterns all over it. YOU KNOW WHAT IT LOOKED LIKE?
IT LOOKED BLOODY LIKE MY GRANDMOTHER'S SOFA COVERS.
AND YOU KNOW WHAT LILAN LOOKS LIKE?
SHE LOOKS LIKE A GODDAMN LLAMA THAT'S WHAT.
CLICK HERE FOR LLAMA.
i can't even remember what we did then. something involving lots and lots of passages and lilan's happy, free armpit hairs swaying in the gentle zephyr.
i hate lilan. >:(
however i (forced) clarissa to go towning with me, which was a happy thing!
school ended at two and we kept on dwindling and dwindling until we saw in the papers that the show i wanted to watch(my super ex girlfriend) and the show clarissa wanted to watch(the lakehouse) started at 3.05 and it was 2.45 already! :o
so we ended up cabbing there and what do you know, reached at 3.10. but since both shows had already started we watched click instead.
you know, click looks like a happy show and everything but it ended up being so fricking SAD!
me and clarissa both teared quite a bit. :l
WELL I'M SORRY I'M A SOPPY LOSER! >:(
[spoilers ahead]
the story is of this guy called david who's an architect (just like my dad!) and he's got no time for his family and he's lousy at keeping track of all the remote controls that operate different things in the house, so he decided to buy a universal remote. only he ended up with a LITERAL universal remote, that controlled his entire universe. doh. and at first he's really excited and everything cos he can skip boring family dinners and stuff, but then he fast forwarded an entire year to get to his promotion faster, and the remote control kinda took over his entire life and fast forwarded at random moments so he skipped entire years at a go. blahblahblah he got fat from eating too many twinkies and contracted cancer and almost died and ended up having this teary reunion with his family in-get this- the RAIN. hohoho. because rain just make emotional moments so much better(and wetter).
that was a pretty unflattering review but believe me, the movie is hilarious. it was super funny at the beginning and super sad at the end.
it's kinda funny the way they picture the doctors of the future though. in the movie by 2017 all the doctors wore tights and white netted hoodies. :O
let me tell you that if THAT'S the attire of doctors in 2017, nobody in their right minds would want to be one.
and there's this weird thing with the family dog who likes humping the stuffed duck.
goodness. why a duck?
but, GO WATCH IT. just to see adam sandler all fat and (flappy!) : D
after the movie i went to queen's couture to buy my purse! :D
it was nineteen dollars which was quite cheap considering it costs sixty bucks for a tee there and three hundred for a pair of jeans.
and it's PURTY, all red and everything. :D
//
WEDNESDAY:
wednesday was rather boring actually.
science lessons are getting rather better, though. imran isn't that monster that we thought he would be initially.
i mean, LOOK AT THE GUY, HE'S SO CLUELESS!
sure he can rattle off physics like nobody's business, but still.
imran: so, the convex lense can be likened to our eyeballs.
mel: (giggles)
imran: what?
mel: (giggles)
imran: eyeballs?
mel: (erupts into laughter)
imran: (looks bewildered)
poor guy.
but actually, i don't know what mel was laughing about either. -frowns
after that, rushed for tuition with jas, which was quite nice. we didn't meet the Bulldog and her awful posse so only me, jas, this st andrews guy and MrBean was there. st andrews guy is kinda whiny. :l and i brought my own water, for once! :D
jaslyn refuses to walk home with me!
JASLYN WONG YOU ARE NO LONGER MY FRIEND.
THURSDAY:
thursday sucked.
mainly because there was a math test the next day and i understand next to nothing on stupid simulataneous equations.
i mean, i'd already did pretty well for the previous test(42/50, EAT THAT SUCKERS) so why should i take this test and ruin my average?
so i had this nice nice conversation with my mother:
me: mummy. you know tomorrow got math test?
mother: yeah? why? you got sum don't know is it? GO ASK YOUR FATHER LA! COME TO ME FOR WHAT!
me: nonono. can i don't go to school tomorrow? so i don't have to take the test?
mother: -SCREAMS
me: -blinkblink
mother: SCREAMS AND SCREAMS. you mean, my DAUGHTER WANTS TO PLAY TRUANT? -SCREAMS
and that was the end of that. :l
actually i've never really thought of my family as a weird one, but suddenly. EH.
my mother is just so, so unpredictable. like i drew this white rose on my leg (with, um, painty markers. SHOULD.STOP.DRAWING.ON.MYSELF.) and when my mother saw she said in this very civilised tone;
her: wow! that's a nice flower on your leg! who drew it?
me: me?
her: it's so pretty! so do you want to get a tattoo when you're older?
me: HUH?
her: a rose is quite nice, just not those scary dragons on your forarms. (resumes watching some taiwanese show on TV)
me: HUHHHH??
my mother, a 40 year old adult is conversing with her teenage daughter on what type of tattoo she should get, as if we were talking about biscuits for tea!
and NO, my mother is not those accomodating types who let their children get away with anything. when i mentioned getting a second piercing she almost had a cardiac arrest.
the only thing i can come up with is, MY MOTHER'S GOING SENILE.
that's the only reasonable explanation. or else it's the pod people. :O
FRIDAY:
brought my guitar to school today to teach qiaowei and clarissa. :D
OHYES, i hate lousy picks. picks are so unnatural and all. STRUM WITH THUMBS IS WHAT I SAY!
the math test was a complete MESS. i've already lost FIVE MARKS! there's this question in which i got
x=2 2/3
y= -4
and i blanko-ed itm cos i thought my answer was WRONG, and i didn't have enough time to fill in another answer!
AND GUESS WHAT.
MY ANSWER WAS CORRECT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
DKLSFJSA[DFISA0HFNEU hweIOR[SEDIPOASD
FAHRIOYWEFHAugsDSA'D[CM OWPURCWETYF\
EPDRWAEPIHREIWAGHRFHEW
A[RI'AW[RIWE0UETGEA EWR0IAW\=ERIWOTR90EWRT09WEUR]-QW0RUEWTR09
i am so going to fail.
hello nice to meet you, just call me loser.
geography cheered me up though, thanks to missperiwinkle, who spent the period telling us stories and all. (and ten mintues on arrigation as well. :l)
BUT SHE'S LEAVING FOR BLOODY LEEDS TO DO SOME PSYCHOLOGY COURSE IN TWO WEEKS!
MISSPERIWINKLE DON'T GO TO LEEDS STAY HERE AND BE OUR LOVELY TEACHER. >:(
i'll never have another teacher that always asks me if i'm having a good hair day or not.
i'll never have another teacher that lets people get away with eating candy in class.
i'll never have another teacher who ruffles my hair and laughs when i do my 'ZE HAIR IZ SACRED' thing.
i'll never have another teacher who tells us funny stories in class.
i'll never have another teacher who allows us to call her PERIWINKLE, for gods sake.
and i'll never ever have another teacher who made geography as fun as she did.
and because of her, half the class want to study psychology now.
but not me. i don't think anyone would want to tell me their secrets once they look at my scary face? like if there's a depressed person and she's about to tell me why she cuts herself, i'll just be all
"JUST GET ON WITH IT, DAMNIT!'
ahem. i'm not the world's most patient person.
claud and clarissa are intent on it it seems. though psychology is NINE years of study. but from what miss periwinkle told us about it, it seems like a really interesting course to take. the whole process of studying about how the brain malfunctions and the terrible things that root from abuse, and how a simple form of escapism can eventually result in entire different personalities and incontrol of yourself. it's just really really complex but very very meaningful.
heh. but thanks for now, i'll stick to being my rockstar cum scriptwriter, eh? :D
(oh yeah. whatever happened to HAYWIRE, people? where's the band, man? missmeese wants to play bass and she wants a triangular guitar like KISS has got! :D
claudmeljas, come on let's form a band!)
//
because, hey, everyone word Man says is written
on a typewriter with letters unforgotten
pertrified twirls of clustered sensations
trees rejoice in the emancipation.

2006-08-15T06:23:00.000-07:00

THAMTHAM!(: says:

omg

THAMTHAM!(: says:

lime juice super sour

jaslyn for only love could make a way says:

-.- hahaha

&you wanna be dressed in poetry, but imagery doesn't fit. says:

i'm eating air

THAMTHAM!(: says:

corrode my teeth

THAMTHAM!(: says:

crunch

THAMTHAM!(: says:

eEEKK

jaslyn for only love could make a way says:

im eating air too

THAMTHAM!(: says:

tasty hor

jaslyn for only love could make a way says:

quite la

&you wanna be dressed in poetry, but imagery doesn't fit. says:

yeahyeah

&you wanna be dressed in poetry, but imagery doesn't fit. says:

so refreshing

THAMTHAM!(: says:

i can feel the BROWNIAN MOTION in my mouth

jaslyn for only love could make a way says:

OH MY GOD THAT IS SO LAME

THAMTHAM!(: says:

air molecules hitting the cheekwalls

jaslyn for only love could make a way says:

OH MY GOD STOPPPPP~

&you wanna be dressed in poetry, but imagery doesn't fit. says:

HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA

&you wanna be dressed in poetry, but imagery doesn't fit. says:

BOMBARDMENT? IRREGULAR MOTION OF PARTICLES?

THAMTHAM!(: says:

&you wanna be dressed in poetry, but imagery doesn't fit. says:

GOOSHNESS

THAMTHAM!(: says:

YEAH

THAMTHAM!(: says:

increase in temperature?

jaslyn for only love could make a way says:

-.-------

&you wanna be dressed in poetry, but imagery doesn't fit. says:

SHUTUPALREADY

&you wanna be dressed in poetry, but imagery doesn't fit. says:

jas

jaslyn for only love could make a way says:

yeahh?

&you wanna be dressed in poetry, but imagery doesn't fit. says:

are you crying? WHY IS YOUR OTHER SMILEY EYE SO LONG

&you wanna be dressed in poetry, but imagery doesn't fit. says:

: O

THAMTHAM!(: says:

cause she has a long eye

jaslyn for only love could make a way says:

cos i have a nice scar

&you wanna be dressed in poetry, but imagery doesn't fit. says:

ahh.

THAMTHAM!(: says:

your face so long?

THAMTHAM!(: says:

can have such a long scar?

jaslyn for only love could make a way says:

YEAH

THAMTHAM!(: says:

ahaahaha

jaslyn for only love could make a way says:

its always been this long

&you wanna be dressed in poetry, but imagery doesn't fit. says:

ahm gonna go find me something to eat

jaslyn for only love could make a way says:

fat thing?!!!

THAMTHAM!(: says:

[ -.--------------------------]

jaslyn for only love could make a way says:

yesyes thats about it

THAMTHAM!(: says:

[ - oo ------------------------- ]

jaslyn for only love could make a way says:

not to forget my face is also very longgg

&you wanna be dressed in poetry, but imagery doesn't fit. says:

hohohoho

//
>:D

2006-08-11T06:37:00.000-07:00

listening to: lovers into ghosts-the pink spiders
OMG.
I CANNOT BELIEVE THIS.
I CANNOT FRICKING BELIEVE RAHIMAH GOT VOTED OUT!
OMG I LIKE LOVE HER TO DEATH AND IF IT WASN'T FOR PAUL TWOHILL I WOULD TOTALLY STOP WATCHING SINGAPORE IDOL!!!
RAWWWRRRRR.

2006-08-09T19:11:00.000-07:00

listening to: give em hell, kid-my chemical romance
hurray for blogger, tis fixed! :D
: )

2006-08-09T18:33:00.000-07:00

listening to: stereo speakers-the pink spiders
so yesterday's RedandWhite day didn't turn up that bad after all!
(heh. the free lunch and ice cream helped.)
wore my own shirt and this red skirt of the motherships. i mean, that's all good and fine. it's not an ugly skirt. and since it's red and decent, nobody's complaining. i looked fine in the mirror, bu once you start WALKING, it just SLIPS AND SLIPS AND SLIPS! maybe that's got something to do with her being a size six and me a size four.
and unlike shoes in which you can stuff tissues inside and ball your toes together so they won't drop off, you can't really do that with a skirt. (or maybe you can, and perhaps end up looking like you have an exceptionally large and inpoportionate butt?)
so the story went that on the eve of national day missmeese went to school looking mortified and clutching her ass like she has some form of an uncontrollable itch.
tofu wasn't very impressed, i'm sure. :(
reached school and started ranting and screaming to anyone who would listen(er. that would be noone.) still. ranted and screamed to thin air.
assembly was rather stupid, what with gohbeehoon the Oh So Patroitic One warbling the national anthem like nobody's business, completely oblivious of the fact that she's so tone deaf she sounded a bit like my old mum, and that's just about the worst thing i can say to anyone with regards to their singing.
it started raining and there wasn't enough space to cram the entire combined school into the specs stand, so the sec2and3s had to go to the upper floors to watch the performance. but then again, nobody really gave a rat's ass about the performance. mejasandclarissa went back to class and started taking stupid-o photos and singing on tables.
jas: AND WAVE NATIONAL FLAGS!(wavewavewave)
yeah, er, what she said.
we were finally dismissed at then thirty, so me mel and clarissa headed down to J8 for lunch and to spot the eagle and....other stuff.
mel: eh.
me: ho.
clarissa: what.
mel: EH.
me: HO.
clarissa: WHAT?
mel: NEOPRINTS!!
me: NEOPRINTS!!
clarissa: NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! (looks like voldemort when he dies in the philosopher's stone only maybe without the slitted nostrils)
HAHAHAHA.
i have just realised that actually, taking neos is quite a lian thing to do .
-ponders
OHWELL. it's very fun, in any case! : D
i think there's currently something wrong with blogger so i can't really upload photos which is sad, but you can head over to mel's blog to check out the neoprints.
clarissa left in a puff of low-self-esteem to qiaowei's house for some project thing, so me and mel continued walking around J8. accidentally bumped into this scary person, and because J8 was so fricking crowded he was like, TWOINCHES away from me so i smartly said:
'BBRRUUIOOSKUDAIU!' or something like that which sounds distinctly moose-like.
at least i scared him. he looked like he was going to cry at my fearsome (NOISEMAKING).
spotted trina wearing HALF HER GUIDE UNIFORM, HALF PE ATTIRE AND HALF INDIAN COSTUME.
my goodness. very traumatising?
convinced trina to put on her guide uniform properly, and she did. IN THE MIDDLE OF THE MALL, JUST LIKE THAT.
trina is weird.
nicked renee's flag and went around waving it. finally settled at cafe cartel for lunch. (which was free :O) but i shan't say anything about it on this blog lest i get arrested. it was very funny trying to order, though.
me: EH. need to order right.
mel : YOU WAIT FOR THEM TO COME LA!
(waitandwaitandwaitandwaitandwait)
me: maybe if there was some kind of glass we could tap?
mel: (sniggers)
me: (in a sudden stroke of brilliance, starts waving the koped flag from renee around going all 'ESCUSE ME!')
heh.
got a very sad message from jas after lunch. APPARENTLY THE EAGLE CAME AND GONE!
>: (
but we still went round to pastamania to find jas feli and grace eating there with their aitong friends, including three cloned guys who look EXACTLY alike.
serious. the three of them were tall and dark and skinny and wore blue.
okay. so they didn't actually wear blue. but i bet they have got many many blue clothes in their wardrobes because it seems to me all guys wear blue.
just the other day i was looking at the teachers during assembly, and ALL THE MALE TEACHERS WERE WEARING BLUE!
well, except for geraint wong who wore orange and gaywong who wore his usual hot air balloon outfit.
even my father wears blue.
(gag.)
anyways. embarrassed jaslyn utterly by enthusing about the eagle and doing the 'GOSH' routine with grace then went off for ice-cream.
smartly decided to go to the open aired top floor of J8 in the middle of the afternoon clutching ice creams. DOH. mine melted. all over my hands, i must add.
WELL I'M SORRY I'M A MESSY EATER! >: (
mel: (points and laughs)
met up with jas and feli after their lunch and went to the toilet.
the male toilet? :l
i'm sorry i have absolute zero direction sense. all i saw, i SWEAR, was this bunch of catholichigh boys doing SOMETHING. there were little walls and everything so i DIDN'T SEE ANYTHING!
(shakes head fervently)
but apparently they all saw me and went in this deep voice 'THIS IS THE MALE TOILET!' and 'I AM A MAN!' god.
but HONESTLY. did they HAVE to put the male and female toilets so close together? i mean, how INCONSIDERATE can you get? tsktsk.
didn't stop my manical friends from laughing their sadistic asses off though.
mel left, me jas and feli headed off to feli's house for our project. played with feli's cat Kyoko, which means chocolate in french or something. :D her cat is SO PURTY!<33
couldn't hug her though. i have a very violent reaction in response to ticklish objects.
bought ELLE magazine and got this free sample parfume thingy for free. it was called the armani code of seduction.
me: I'M USING THIS ON TOFU!
:D
talked about lame stuff while doing the project. such as..future husbands?
apparently jaslyn predicts that my future husband would be really shy and submissive, a real nerd type who always carries a protractor in his pocket and stuff. but then he'll get himself a nipple ring to impress me.
I SAY, NIPPLE RING!
if i see a nerd with a nipple ring i'll laugh.
//
and now i'm off to immerse myself in korean dramas and lemon sherbet.
korean dramas are a guilty pleasure.

2006-08-09T06:30:00.000-07:00

listening to: truck stop-franz ferdinand
today my mother made me a sandwich.
it would have a this great, bonded, mother-to-daughter moment if not for the fact that it was a pickle sandwich. moreover, it was a TOASTED pickle sandwich.
let me just tell you here that a lukewarm toasted pickle sandwich is just about the worst thing you can ever eat.

2006-08-04T02:53:00.000-07:00

listening to: choo choo-the arctic monkeys
as it is, every single year here in singapore during the school's national day celebrations we are required to wear the national colours in other to commemorate the nation's birthday and to instill in ourselves a sense of national pride, blahblah.
(which is kinda weird because i'm not singaporean?)
but the point is, every national day's eve we all have to wear red and white to school.

WHICH IS STUPID I SAY!
excuse me, but OHMYGOD SCHOOLS YOU ARE JUST SO DAMN DELUDED!
DO YOU REALLY THINK THAT BY WEARING RED AND WHITE WE'LL ALL GO AROUND PRANCING AND SINGING THE NATIONAL ANTHEM GOING ALL 'I'M SO PROUD TO BE A SINGAPOREAN!'
no.
mostly likely, we'll all be plucking at our clothes gloomily thinking how stupid we look in that red and white shirt that your cousin Sue grew out of and passed on to you and why can we just buy a plastic flag and wave it around looking happy.
red and white does nothing for us, except to make us all look like idiots.
okay, perhaps this only applies to me, or something.
BUT I'M SORRY I DON'T HAVE RED CLOTHES?
the only red shirt i have is SLEEVELESS. and of course in st nicholas our friendly convent, if anyone dares to wear sleeveless our vice principal would have a cardiac arrest and die frothing at the mouth.
WHAT,may i ask, is the point of asking us to look like a singapore flag?

OHYEAH. NOTHING.
stupidstupid.
and the teachers think they're being all understanding and symphathetic!
beehoon the vice principle:(she's speaking in capslock because she doesn't merely talk, she BOOMS. so here you go, online equivalent of booming?) NOW, I UNDERSTAND THAT SOME OF YOU HAVE SOME QUERIES REGARDING THE ATTIRE ON NATIONAL DAY. YOUR TEACHERS HAVE GIVEN ME SOME FEEDBACK(cleverly inserts propaganda here-)SEE! THATS HOW CARING THEY ARE-, AND THE SCHOOL HAS DECIDED:
everyone: (waits with bated breath. however much we hate our blue pinafores, it HAS to be better than going around looking like strawberry dough)
beehoon: TO LET YOU WEAR WHITE AND RED, INSTEAD OF JUST RED AND WHITE! like GOD.
that doesn't really help matters much, does it?
expect me to come to school on monday ambling around in red and white painted cardboard.
//
indian dance thing yesterday, but thank god i didn't do any dancing. i'm sorry, but i resemble a person suffering from stroke when i even try to lift my arm.
so yeah. did PERCUSSION, if you can call it that, and acted out that mastercard ad featuring that little girl and richard gere.
so apparently i was too tall to be a little girl, so i was richard gere.
nowait, richard GEAR! : D
had to wear this big white shirt borrowed from jas's dad and we painted this cardboard mastercard for me, which i was supposed to hide under my shirt and pull out with a flourish when i buy the doves for the little girl.
(no pants? had to wear the school shorts but the shirt was so big you would hardly see the shorts so it kinda looked like i wasn't wearing anything underneath? which was. traumatising.)
the perfomance was ohkay i guess. but my ears were BURNING throughout the entire thing because i have a tendency not to blush but to get violently red ears. :l
after that we took chopsticks and started banging them on the ground as 'PERCUSSION'.
great, that was. i kept on mumbling things like 'ohgod this is pathetic' and 'i bet noone can hear us' because i kinda forgot that the mike was infront of us?
IF YOU HEARD WHAT I SAID, I DIDN'T SAY IT!
and our indian dance was VERYVERY PRETTY! :)
even though we didn't win, at least we played hard and we're not snobby and have annoying hair-flickers like the people in other classes.(coughbounceycough)
so nevermind petty competitions 2double-u, we rock anyway!<3 size="3">
//
BYE CLAUD HAVE FUN IN MELBOURNE! REMEMBER MY REESES AND NICE SHIRTS PLEASE AND THANK YOU! I LOVE YOU LOTS AND I'LL MISS YOU!

2006-07-31T01:38:00.000-07:00

listening to: the youth are getting restless-bad brains
tonight downing street's on fire
admire
the licking flames climbing higher
smoke signals over the air
unpalatable signs of despair
dire.

tonight a kid dies from cancer
rendered
brain dead after five years
blinded mother with sparkling tears
sterile minds and shades of pure
yonder.

tonight Renaissance museum is murdered
demolished
the stretch of the white house furthered
Madonna upon rocks the only
remainder
embriodery upon a blackened scull.

tonight they burn the jewish scrolls
the cops pretentiously paraded
bow
ravaged faith, smeared in charcoal
behold.

tonight the world collapses upon itself.

2006-07-29T05:26:00.000-07:00

listening to: passport radio-broken social scene
because i'd just read jaslyn's blog;
and a little narcissism doesn't hurt anyone.

one of the greatest joys i obtain from life is playing with blu-tack.
the first song that i learnt to play on the guitar is 'ode to joy'.
i have a little bump on my middle finger because i grip the pen very hard when i'm writing.
i have kept five diarys.
i like to write postcards to people who don't exist and then throw them away.
i like to write song lists for imaginary albums.
i prefer brown M&Ms because they have less artifical flavouring.
i drink coke everyday.
my cursor is shaped like a little ape with green eyes.
i have eleven hairbands, if you minus the two brown ones lolly the toad confiscated from me. (GOD! BROWN IS ONLY ONE SHADE AWAY FROM BLACK! SHEESH.)
i am 1.66cm tall. (YES KEEP LAUGHING JASLYN IT'S ONLY TWO BLOODY CM!)
i have seventeen songs by the white stripes in my itunes list.
my room is painted purple.
i used to learn ballet when i was a kid. (nownow! BREATHE, BREATHE.)
i want to go to france and wear a beret and long black boots.
i am scared of the mask. (yeah the green thing with the suit.HE'S SCARY!)
i hate heinz snadwich spread.
jiamin made my first blog.
somebody loves me! :D
my alarm clock is shaped like bubbles the powerpuff girl, and it screams 'GOOD MORNING!' when you press down the button for it to stop playing the little mermaid theme song.
i think brad pitt is ugly.
my current favourite colour is red. (CORAL, I SAY. CORAL!)
i use colgate, and i never put the cap back on.
i prefer cats to dogs.
i write poetry.
the only hat i own is a free one i got in australia.
i am an atheist.
i think i have a big nose.
i have hello kitty bedcovers. (BUT I DON'T USE THEM I SWEAR)
i listen to coheed and cambria when i can't sleep.
i am going off.

2006-07-29T03:49:00.000-07:00

listening to: please please please-shout out louds
i've finally finished reading 'my sister's keeper' by jodi picoult, and i swear it is the second saddest and most confusing book i've read.
(the saddest book i've read is a walk to remember by nicholas sparks, and the most confusing deception point by dan brown because who the hell knows that a bloody polar vacuum is?)
now i've just revealed it, i am a big, fat bookworm! -blushes
anyways.
i do suppose it's a good read. the plot is about person A who has cancer so the parents gave bith to person B to provide handy platelets at the ready for person A until person B got sick of it she decided to sue her parents and went to consult person C whose ex is person D who person E the brother of persons A and B have got a crush on and they all go to court and person A is dying but person B dies in the end and person A gets person B's kidneys and persons C and D get together and person E is totally out of it but he's still my favourite in the book.
so you see, it tends to get a bit more than confusing sometimes. plus you thrown in a few medical terms like JVGHPSOEIFGHGASOFHAIGFB and KP[SADJOSAFGSDFVDGHFSD and there you go.
//
these few days have been a little more than crazy, what with the tests and the gym presentations and mental physics teachers and all.
kind of makes me wanna scream.
finally got our class tee and took yearbook photos, though! :D
qiaowei she of stomach muscles insisted that we hang upside down during the shot, but then the rest of us shouted something that was along the lines of 'OHMYGOD ARE YOU FIRCKING MAD?' so only she and erica did it. and because me and jas are usually the tall ones we had to squat down while kahyan feli and clarissa snickered towering above us.
i tell you, it is no good being tall. for one you have a higher chance of being struck by lightning.
(oh god who am i kidding? i love being tall :D)
i suppose the photos turned out pretty well though. at least i wasn't caught in mid-sneeze or something.
class tees are also really prettaye, what with the funny slogans at the back and all. though i really think we shouldn't have used our real names? like you go out on the street wearing that and someone comes over to tap you on the shoulder, going all 'hello yishu'. i mean, ohgod.
it was also a traumatising, traumatising day for me since it seemed to unanimously be 'SHOW YISHU ALL THE BODY BITS SHE'S NOT SUPPOSED TO SEE' day.
thank you qiaowei, i like your bra.
thank you qiaowei, i like your stomach.
thank you jaslyn, i like your thighs.
(lielielielie)
JOLLY JASLYN! (ohno she's going to kill me for this.)
STURDY!
HEALTHY!
i still like jolly, though.
//
really don't know what to write?
was talking to aditi today.
-they're leading you on, while ripping you of; what a beautiful caricature of delinquency. says:
:)
&when the ice ignites. says:
: )
-they're leading you on, while ripping you of; what a beautiful caricature of delinquency. says:
they look so weird, the two smilies
&when the ice ignites. says:
mine looks like a toe
&when the ice ignites. says:
doesnt it?
-they're leading you on, while ripping you of; what a beautiful caricature of delinquency. says:
i think the bracket can be a sunset
-they're leading you on, while ripping you of; what a beautiful caricature of delinquency. says:
and the dots are people
-they're leading you on, while ripping you of; what a beautiful caricature of delinquency. says:
like from a bird's eye view
&when the ice ignites. says:
i'll never really think of it that way
&when the ice ignites. says:
looks more like a toe to me
-they're leading you on, while ripping you of; what a beautiful caricature of delinquency. says:
where's the nail?
-they're leading you on, while ripping you of; what a beautiful caricature of delinquency. says:
if it's a toe, then it's got two nails driven into it
-they're leading you on, while ripping you of; what a beautiful caricature of delinquency. says:
sort of like how frankenstein has on either side of his neck
&when the ice ignites. says:
those are the toe hair
-they're leading you on, while ripping you of; what a beautiful caricature of delinquency. says:
except for the toe, theyre both on the same side.
&when the ice ignites. says:
( toe.
&when the ice ignites. says:
: toe hair.
-they're leading you on, while ripping you of; what a beautiful caricature of delinquency. says:
why're they all vertical then?
&when the ice ignites. says:
: ) neatly arranged toe hair?
so i'm REALLYREALLYREALLYREALLY bored, sue me.
and in my defence, i really do think it looks like a toe.
//
like a photo frame
displaying the happy moments
skeletons of deceptions
you don't see the hurt behind the smile.

2006-07-28T03:16:00.000-07:00

listening to: studying polictics-emery
today was a good hair day and a bad fringe day.
>: (
SHUTUPALREADYIHATEBLOODYEARTHWORMS.
longer post, longer wait.

2006-07-26T07:23:00.000-07:00

listening to: stars of CCTV-hard-fi
i am telling you, compressed folders take forever.
YESTERDAY:
good deed: (not applicable)
bad deed: i told a bunch of primary school girls off for running in front of our orange bowl queue.
me: OI! SO IRRIATING! JUST RUN IN FRONT OF US LIKE THAT, JUMP OUR QUEUE!
primary school girl: (speaking to her friend) so i very mean right! okay la okay la i go away lorh!
clarissa: YISHU YOU ARE SO TACTLESS!
i am sorry i dislike little children.
okay, i don't really OUTRIGHT dislike them. like if you see a baby dressed as a tomato on those notebooks they always sell at precious moments, naturally you'll coo and squeal and stuff, but then when they come up close and start banging around shitting all over the place it is just so IRRITATING. >: (
( when i grow old i'll probably be those miserly spinsters who scream at kids flying kites in the park and wobble around poking people with my cane in the bus with a crochet shawl wrapped around. which i should really ought to be more concerned about)
for these few months i've been tutoring this nine year old girl english, and her mum pays me a hundred bucks each month(not like i can use it or anything, it all goes straight to the bank), and i've TRIED MY BEST to help her. REALLY I HAVE. I HAVE BEEN NOTHING BUT PATIENT. WHEN SHE SHUDDERS AT MY BLACK TOENAILS I SMILE (negligently). WHEN SHE TELLS ME ALL ABOUT HOW BARBIE HAD A MAKEOVER DURING THE WEEKEND, I AM NICE AND LISTENS TO HOW SPARKLY HER SHOES ARE.
but.
WHEN SHE GIVES ME THINGS LIKE 'tom stared at the teacher shockly' i don't really think even a patient and caring person would bear it. and i am not even close to being a patient and caring person.
SHOCKLY, I SAY. SHOCKLY!
SHOCKLY! (shakes head)
so yes, i dislike kids.
ahem.
poo: so much attitude!
//
TODAY:
good deed: (not applicable)
bad deed: i stepped on a guy's foot on the train cos i couldn't take his bad breath. didn't help, but it made me feel better. :D
//
DAVID THE HUUURRRGGGNNNHH HUUURRRGGNNNGGHHH IS CREEPING ME OUT!

2006-07-22T05:12:00.000-07:00

listening to: little razorblade-pink spiders
while everyone else around me are busy doing constructive things, i am slouching at home trying to suck in my pen with my belly button.
(and if case you really want to know, yes i can do it!)
; and engaging in other pointless activities such as
playing with blu-tack and pasting them over my fingernails
singing tunelessly while rolling around on the big blown up ball the mothership bought for 'exercise purposes'
watching a documentary on some famous chinese book that nobody but dead people have ever heard of
sniggering as i watch the fathership trying to fix the scanner
eating fish porridge and picking out all the icky fish bits
giggling to myself(it is actually very easy to giggle to myself. all i have to do is think of giggling to myself and there you go.)
playing hexic with cheryl
cursing all the inconsiderate people who arn't online
eating ice
revising for math test.
and as far as i'm concerned, studying for math really is the most pointless activity there is in the list, and that's really saying something.
//
these few days have been absolutely mad. received this freaky phone call on wednesday night too.
me: hello?
him: hello?
me: um, can i know who you are?
him: huurrgnnhhhurrrggnnhh(that's him laughing) well actually, (pauses) YOU CANNOT!
me: : O(thinking secretly that this guy must be calling from a psychiatric ward somewhere and that if he starts singing 'we belong together' i'm hanging up sharpish, when he goes-)
him: actually, i'm DAVID!
me: (thinking; oh no now he thinks he's the guy who killed goliath.) that would be great, only i don't know who david is.
him: ACTUALLY, i am david from A&N!
me: (blinks. maybe A&N is some kind of mental hospital, or something) okay.
him: well, i am calling regarding the interest survey you did a week ago, remember, near the hereen?
me: (remembers) OHYEAH! and they gave us free packets of shampoo and stuff.
him: yes, anyway. i am calling to ask if you are free to drop by for a evalution?
me: evaluation for what?
him:(sounding like he's read it a thousand times, which he's probably already had) for singing, dancing, acting or playing of instruments. if you are compatible, we would then select you to participate in certain projects.
me: oh.
him: yes. hurrrnnngghhurrrnnggghh.
me: so what kind of evaluation is it? a test or something?
him: well, i suppose you can call it that.
anyways it went ON AND ON AND ON AND ON AND ON AND ON like that with me asking odd questions and him going huurrnngghhuuurrrnngggh but the thing is, both me and melanie are going for the 'evaluation' on monday, four o clock, plaza singapura 03-31.
(yeah mel did the survey too. actually, we did it for each other and wrote nonsense stuff like ticking the 'i enjoy salsa dancing' boxes and things like that. ohgod.)
truth is, i don't trust him one bit.
jaslyn: (wide eyed) DON'T GO, YISHU! YOU KNOW SOMETHING EXACTLY LIKE THIS HAPPENED IN METEOR GARDEN AND THE GIRL WAS STUPID ENOUGH TO FOLLOW THE GUY INTO A DARK ALLEY AND SHE ALMOST GOT RAPED!
normally i would have been worried, but jas really shouldn't have used 'meteor garden' as an example to prove her point. for one, meteor garden is a drama serial in which all the guys wear tacky tie dye shirts and go around running in the rain looking woebegone when they break up with their girlfriends.
ahem. not that i watch it or anything.
but the thing is, there really isn't even the slightest reason why you should trust him. he's got those slimy, oily voices that make you want to wash your ears with soap after listening to, and like there isn't enough cases of girls being lured into all kinda of traps and stuff.
so really, we shouldn't go at all. shouldn't even think about it.
BUT!
me and mel have thought of an excellent plan. we would bring penknifes and party sprays and if he dares touch us we'll slash/squirt him.
DO NOT UNDERESTIMATE THE PENKNIFE AND THE PARTY SPRAY! THEY ARE IN FACT VERY FORMIDABLE WEAPONS! >: (
and we'll hide behind a wall figuring if he looks evil or not. if he does(as his voice suggests), we'd just blow it and
mel: GO FOR PRATA!
: D
i know i should be worried, but frankly there are more pressing matters, such as quadratic equations.
//
apart from that there's also various history tests, geography tests, essays and long queues of orangebowl to worry about.
ohyes, and have i mentioned like lilan is a fucking nightmare?
okay, i though teresafrancis was bad. i thought mrs ong was bad. i thought yippiyaye was bad.
BUT OMG LILAN'S THE FUCKING WORST OUT OF THE LOT.
okay firstly, let's just talk about how she looks. i know it's shallow to judge a person by how she looks, but HONESTLY. she doesn't SHAVE. whenever she waves her arms about you see that friendly array of armpit hairs swaying in the breeze of the fans. PLUS, she has BAD BREATH , AND a wrinkly belly button.
okay, the wrinkly belly button i can forget. it's not her fault, is it? BUT THE ARMPIT HAIR? THE BAD BREATH?
it makes me want to heave.
let me tell you, i am getting her a razor and a bottle of listerine for teachers day.
not only that, BUT SHE IS FOREVER HARPING ON AND ON ABOUT THE MESSY STATE OF THE CLASS!
first she tells us to sweep the floor. fine. okay, we'll sweep the floor. then she tells not to bring carriers to school. fine. we hide our carriers from you. THEN, SHE COMES SWOOPING DOWN AND EXAMINING OUR DESKS, DEMANDING THAT WE CLEAR THEM UP TOO!
okay woman, GET THIS INTO THAT HEAD OF YOURS. OUR DESKS ARE OUR DESKS. MEANING, THEY BELONG TO US AND WE CAN DO ANYTHING WE WANT WITH IT! IF WE PILE TOO MANY WORKSHEETS, IT'S ONLY BECAUSE YOU GAVE THEM TO US, ISN'T IT?
then, if you don't do what she wants, like PACK AWAY YOUR WORKSHEETS(oh no look at me i don't pack my worksheets! it's the end of the world!), SHE CALLS YOU OUT OF THE CLASS AND STARTS HUGGING YOU, AND TALKING TO YOU 'WOMAN TO WOMAN'!
i swear, that is what the freak did to me. she went all 'you are a woman, i am a woman.' on me!
i hate it when teachers try to cosy up to do, doing that stupid 'yay we are best friends you can tell me anything' routine.
and all this time she was BLATANTLY UNAWARE OF THE FACT THAT SHE IS THE SOURCE OF ALL MY SOURNESS!
KLHFIsDSJUGSTDFSFAUWDS.
talking about lilan makes me want to shove my head into a barrel of worms.

okay, maybe not worms. but you get what i mean.

2006-07-17T06:32:00.000-07:00

listening to: let this go-paramore
it turns out that all this while there i was, living my life as zhouyishu, when i'm actually a pearlie at heart.
it all started with HIM:
PAUL TWOHILL, OTHERWISE KNOWN AS THAT-EMO-KID-WITH-CRAZY-HAIR.
he bears a startling resemblance to melanie:the loser.
I MEAN, HONESTLY! if she takes off her glasses and swings her fringe around, she looks exactly like paul twohill.
okay, not EXACTLY. but good enough to be a paula threehill? :D
yeah. so now i'm PEARLIE. feli is PLANKTON. -
feli screams: I AM GOING TO TAKE OVER THE WORLD!
jas is PINTINIWINTI. ( say,peenteeneeweentee)
jaslyn: I WANT TO BE PETIT, NOT PINTINIWINTI! (rah.)
our english teacher, ELIZABETH LAU, is PERIWINKLE! (although she doesn't know it is her calling yet?) ,claudice is PRUNELLA, qiaowei is PETUNIA, clarissa is POLAR(puffs and cakes), and kahyan is PRUNE(randatan)!
but i think it'l sound better as prune.
there you go, our cozy little family.
or groupies, if you'd rather.
our dear paula threehill is going to take SI by storm next year and do us all proud. (sniffles).
//
anyways, here's a HAPPY BELATED BIRTHDAY TO PINTINIWINTI!
you don't know what YORL means, but i love you anyway. :D
(YORL IS A WORD, I SWEAR! I SWEAR! I SWEAR!)
went to church with her yesterday, as prt of her birthday present, i suppose. going to church always gets me confused about religon.
now, i know what you're thinking.
what you're thinking is; "HOW CAN SHE GET CONFUSED ABOUT RELIGON IF SHE DOESN'T EVEN HAVE ONE?" but the thing is, without a religon you pretty much have no faith in anything, and sometimes that does kinda suck. and faith is bascially what keeps us going, isn't it? religons are amazing things. like, you have so much faith in this God, that you can believe that you're living
for him, and that he would be constantly there for you, and you base your life on him. now that really takes something.
so yeah. sometime's i'd think whether i should get a religon or not, but i don't think it'll be christianity because i think it rather overrated.
i don't know. (SEE I'M ALL CONFUSED NOW!) i'll just go and join a cult or something.
anyways. me, claud, mel, feli, qiaowei, kahyan started creating this huge racket in the mrt station strangling each other and wrangling people for gummy bears.
: )
after that we walked all the way to jas's church. and this was what happened.
jaslyn: (grabs me and hisses) IF YOU SEE ANYONE I'VE TOLD YOU ABOUT, PRETEND YOU'VE NEVER SEEN THEM BEFORE, EVER!
me: (chokes)
but i was good.
(tinman rushes by)
me: (wide-eyed) OH MY! WHO IS THAT? I HAVE NEVER SEEN HIM BEFORE!
(abby of chicken little rushes by)
me: (wide-eyed) OH MY! WHO IS THAT? I HAVE NEVER SEEN HER BEFORE!
i am good.
they started doing all these songs, but they were really nice and stuff so we all started jumping up and down and standing in a row and kicking our legs out and stuff.
(okay, i'm sorry if that's not what you normally do in a church?)
there was also this skit thing about this guy called s.a.tan(GET IT?) who locks people up in crates and wears black lipstick and stuff. it was actually pretty nice, if not only (slightly) straining towards the desperation to be funny?
apart from that it was really good. then of course, there was this part for prayer, but i am sorry to say that apart from jaslyn and erica(and feli who was being good and keeping quiet) everyone else was trying to giggle inaudibly(which makes you choke on air) and i was busy admiring mel's LAMB shoes and quailing at all the stern looks around me.
i am sorry, but don't bring me to a church because i won't behave.
//
after the whole thing was over everyone went home and me, mel and claud stayed at the newton MRT station and started lying on each's others heads.
it is very suffocating, not to mention itchy, to have a head on top of your own.
after that we went to 7-11 to buy lattes and calbee chips, and sat around on the floor eating chips and talking.
apparently it was a mistake to drink a latte at seven at night, as you won't be able to fall asleep and end up tossing and turning all the way till three am in the morning, and you wake up in the middle of the night and barge into your parents room to tell them a joke cos you were so hyper and they tell you to shut up and get lost.
: (
//
how is it that you can know me so closely
when you're so far away
and how is it that i can feel so lost
when i'm where i've always been?

2006-07-14T21:26:00.000-07:00

listening to: punk rock princess-something coperate
i have got lousy cramps.
i have got lousy cramps and a backache.
i have got lousy cramps and a backache and i'm fat.
i have got lousy cramps and a backache and i'm fat and i'm hungry.
JFIS8DSBHDFKABSLAORYASLDIHJ!
the other day, i was trying to play 'wish you were here' by pink floyd on guitar(and not doing very wel either, i might addl), when i dropped my pick into the guitar!
: O
so i was trying to dig it out with my fingers, but that didn't work so i had to take CHOPSTICKS. but then i'm not very good with chopsticks either(i know, i'm ashamed too. the only thing i can possibly eat well with chopsticks is orangebowl-), so i took this piece of masking tape and got it to stick to the pick.
I KNOW RIGHT, HOW DUMB!
then not only did the masking tape NOT stick to the pick, IT GOT STUCK INSIDE THE GUITAR AS WELL! so i nudged the masking tape to stick to the pick and finally got it out.
hahahaha. such a boring story.
WELL I'M SORRY MAYBE IT'S BECAUSE I'M SO HUNGRY!
//

2006-07-14T05:59:00.000-07:00

listening to: may i have this dance-copeland
here are some photos dating from the movie trip to watch recycle! : D

by one of the school's art students.
(and my very very extra hand there.)pouting.
i look like a camel.

taking pictures at the back of the room duing chinese lit.
there really is nothing else to do during c.lit, then to enjoy the air conditioning and try to master sleeping with your eyes open.
(so we took pictures!)....and on top of chairs too.
WELL IT WAS A FRIDAY, AFTER ALL!
actually we hung around in class for about an hour, filming stupid videos. we did that mastercard ad where the little girl from india darts around trying to buy birds for her brother, and another one when i pretended to be wang lung(REPEAT AFTER ME: WAH-AANNG LOOOON!) talking about my land.
me: LANDLANDLANDLANDLANDLANDLAND
LANDLANDLANDLANDLANDLANDLANDLAND
LANDLANDLANDLANDLANDLANDLANDLAND!
actually that mastercard thing used to be my favourite ad, but it is now replaced by the pepsi one, when all the irish people go around dancing and everyone sings 'DADADA~~!DADADA~~!"
: D
i'm actually trying to kiss johnny depp here.
so the other day me and my parentships we all sitting in front of the tv eating peaches and watching this pirates of the carribean interview, and my dad remarked;
fathership: this johnny depp person, you like ah?
me: mmm. (trys not to drool as i watch johnny depp gorgeously scratch his chin)
fathership: he where got handsome?!
me: (stares at him in disbelieve)
mothership: yeah what. orlando bloom is much nicer than johnny depp!
fathership: (stares at the screen and stares at me and mummy staring raptly at the screen and shakes his head in disbelieve.)
LIKE HELLO JOHHNY DEPP IS LIKE DARN HOT LA, LIKE PLEASE! (giggles)
once i had this dream of him dancing on a stage holding a thermometer. THEN THE THERMOMETER BURST!
(does that give you a clue how hot he is?)
taking pictures and wasting time at the coke lounge, while clarissa and mel are wrestling with their X-boxes playing some game where you smack people over the head with sticks.
and more.dragged clarissa out to take a photo. (HA! i bet the only reason why she came was because she couldn't win the game :D)

melanie is happy because she gets to be the tall one for once! : D
//
let's go out for pirates sometime.
(like maybe when my hair fully grows back and loses its fishballish shape?)
: )

2006-07-10T06:18:00.000-07:00

listening to: rapture rapes the muses-of montreal
i cut my hair.
no wait, i chopped off my hair.
I DISFIGURED AND RUINED AND MUTILATED AND WRECKED MY HAIR.
i am sorry, but i resemble a fishball now.that is me, the unhappy fishball.
ok, why does it seem like i ALWAYS get bad haircuts? why do i always get lousy hairdressers who insist on brushing my ears, no matter how upscale the hairdresser is?
life is just so not fair.
I'VE TRIED. i've tried passing it off for retro.
"hello this is my retro haircut and i love it."
(gags in a sickbag)
i mean, okay once upon a time people were fond of cutting their hair roundish and putting on those thick hairbands and stuff, right? but it's just not working for me.
so i guess this is it. i'm reclining all social activities, particularly anything that involves me going to town, because i am sure you cannot go to town when you bear such an uncanny resemblance to a fishball.
i am going into hibernation.

2006-07-09T02:34:00.000-07:00

listening to: crazy mary-FM static
i'm sorry, i havent blogged for so long i think i've forgotten how. like i can't even remember where the keys on the keyboard are and i have to keep bending down to look and this is bad for my neck.
anyways on friday claudclarissamelandme went for a movie, because the school let us out at TWELVE for some MOE excelfest thing, where all the teachers suck up to parents and tell them how their kids rock and are all little geniuses and stuff, but that's not the point.
THE POINT IS THAT WE GOT TWO AND A HALF HOURS OUT OF SCHOOL! : D
like hello, i'd take that anyday.
so yep, cine.
claudice: JOHNNY(depp) BABY I LOVE YOU! (SCREAMS AND SCREAM and hugs the life size cut out of johnny depp)
johnny depp is cute. but have you noticed how much eyeliner he uses? it's terrifying, frankly.
very creepy.

it is the cast room and johhny depp is doing his make up.
johnny: rings eyeliner around his eyes to no end until the whole pencil is used up. (barks) OI! LOWLY SERVANTS, I COMMAND THEE!
lowly servant: yes, your excellency, sir.
johnny: (bored) another one's used up.
lowly servant: (nervously) but...but.. we have been buying eyeliners for you by the thousands sir. it is taking up a whole chunk of our budget. and anna sui is getting expensive.
johnny: WHAAAAT? YOU DARE REBUKE ME, THE HOTTEST MAN ON THE PLANET? HOW DARE YOU! (screams with fury)
lowly servant: but..but..we still need money for the other actors' needs, as well, sir.
johnny: DO I LOOK LIKE I CARE? (stares with his gormless eyes and looks like he indeed doesn't care very much. in fact, he looks like a gay goth kinda person. the red bandanna isn't helping matters, either.) I DON'T KNOW, STOP BUYING ORLANDO THOSE SUGARED DOUGHNUTS AND GO BUY FOR EYELINER FOR ME!
lowly servant: (is speechless and scutters away.)

ahem. anyways.
so we were all standing there looking at the movie screenings, but because superman
"is gay!" pipes up melanie;
and pirates isn't out yet, i unsuspectingly made a very foolish decision.
'eh look. re-cycle is some horror thing right? and the screening time is okay, maybe we can watch that.'
i regretted it immediately, but
clarissaclaudmel:WOOOHOOO! YAY A HOROR MOVIE! LET'S GO WATCH A HORROR MOVIE!
me: (weakly) you know, i kinda feel like watching over the hedge, all of a sudden.

it is MUCH MUCH more appealing than some boring ol' horror movie, right?
CLARISSACLAUDMEL:NONONONO! WATCH HORROR MOVIE! WATCH HORROR MOVIE!
damn it i should really get down to shutting up. BE LIKE THE YOGI MEN, ANNIE! BE CALM AND QUIET AND STILL AND AT PEACE!
so yeah i got stuck with re-cycle. then the first thing when we entered the theatre we saw the most HORRIFYING thing ever!
me: SCREAMS
mel:HUH? HUH? WHAT? WHERE'S THE CANNON?
me:(points a quivering finger at the image on the screen)
mel:HUH?ohmygod, woman. it is a reel of FILM! and it says WELCOME TO CATHAY CINELEISURE ORCHARD right beside it!
me: :'( but it's still very very scary.
mel: OH NO! THE REEL OF FILM IS COMING TO GET YOU!
me: >: ( eh it looks damn ominous la okay.
claudice: (laughs)
clarissa: (whines) HOW COME ITS A CHINESE FILM! MY CHINESE IS SUPER LOUSY I CAN'T EVEN TALK PROPERLY!
yeah so mainly we just sat around screaming loudly(me), laughing(claud), whining(clarissa), and poking people(melanie).
this irritating woman came with her boyfriend to sit in front of us and she suddenly whipped her head back and went in this nasal voice 'can you please stop making that irritating sound?'
shit, what an eloquent use of words.
so we continued making 'that irritaing sound', this time with extra zeal.
anyways, the movie. i've been disgressing about the strangest things, it seems.
the movie is about this woman called ting yan, who's a writer. she's having writers block and she keeps on scribbling things down and then chucking them. then suddenly she realises that all the things that she's been writing are all really happening to her. like she was washing her face in the sink and suddenly the showerhead comes on and all that freaky things.
(ok i know that a showerhead is a very un-scary thing but coupled with creepy music everything seems scary.)
so ting yan realises that she's gone into a land that she created herself, which is made up of all the things that she's abandoned and forgotten, like ideas she's played with then forget about, and things like that.
so then she sets off on a quest to get back to where she belongs, blah blah blah.
only it's less of lord of the rings and more dead people.
seriously, the dead people are EVERYWHERE! the first time they come up it's scary. the second time, weird. by the third time you're yawning and going all 'IS IT OVER YET?'
to the extent that it even seems quite comical, because all the dead people have very long necks.
i swear, i would never looks at a giraffe the same way again.
actually i don't really think it's that bad a movie. it's scary, but it's more of your imagination that the onscreen terrors. its like they all have mild hintings and stuff, but they never shove scary things up your nose with a toilet plunger or anything like that.
and thank fod there's no chinese ghosts! : D
and here goes my mother, screaming at me to get off the computer. she is such an obsessive freak its no wonder i have such a detrimented childhood.
ps: THANK YOU MELANIE I LOVE YOU FOR THE SKIN!

2006-07-03T06:10:00.000-07:00

listening to: trying your luck-the strokes
i have just finished reading a summary of the good earth by pearl s buck for my literature test on wednesday.
wang lung is a bloody LOSER! okay he has some weird kinda fetish thing with his LAND. EVERY SINGLE DAY HE TALKS ABOUT HIS LAND, ON AND ON AND ON AND ON AND ON AND ON AND ON.
"the land. we must get back to the land."
"the land. the land where we have sprung and the land where we will die."
"they cannot take away my land. they can take away everything else, but not my land."
"no! not the land! without land, it will be the end!"
"HAHAHAHA! I WILL BUY LAND!"
i mean, when i was twelve you would possibly consider me obsessed with harry potter (hello i wrote 'harrypotterrox!' all over my notebooks);but this wang lung guy! HE IS A MANIAC!
bah. i really don't see why they have to make us read this for literature. even vanity fair is better than this.
//
went to the beach today, too lazy for details.
all i can say is that it's NO FUN cycling by yourself and having weird guys in pink shirts laugh at you and windswept hair and sunburnt skin isn't really a very good look on me.
oh yes and ice mochas are really the most heavenly drinks in the planet! :D
this photo is actually quite pointless, but it's just to create the beachy atmosphere.
jaslyn stole my black bands. I AM THE PALER HAND AND I AM HAPPY ABOUT IT!
(golden brown my ass.)
this photo is quite pointless too, except for the fact that we are wearing halos.
//
OH YES, NEVER WEAR STRAPPY SHIRTS TO THE BEACH BECAUSE YOUR FRIENDS WOULD KEEP ON PULLING THEM! >:(

2006-06-30T21:08:00.000-07:00

listening to: where go we-killradio
had a very infuriating conversation with chloe.
me: i wanna buy fbt shorts!
her: why. you're not even a sports girl.
me: what'd you mean? so now only sports girls can wear fbt shorts?
her: no. but then if you're not and you wear, then people might mistake you for a poser.
her: and you know, SN sports people are quite 'high up', you know.
at this point i should add that chloe is a 'SN sports person'.
me: who cares what people say. besides i'm not even going to wear them to school.
her: but then other people might, you know, see then they'll think you're a poser.
me: JUST BECAUSE I AM WEARING FBTS?
her:yeah. because fbt is a sports brand what.
me: so you're saying that only serious athletes can wear fbts. then how about nike? nike is supposed to be a sports brand too, and now it's even extending to handbags and such.
her: but nike is more like, a very commercialised brand what. fbt is 'higher up', as in they don't even do ads and stuff.
me: so they can't afford it. don't all clothes live to SELL, regardless of social ranks and whatever? as long as a person likes it she can buy it? there are plenty of commercialised sports brands that don't so ads. like, yonex.
her: yonex is WAY HIGH. like when you think badminton you think yonex.
me: no i don't. i think of shuttles and people looking agrressive and qiaowei's stomach muscles.
her: i mean, brands and such. fbts are used for sports purposes.
me: so you're saying that people would be regarded as posers if they have the NERVE! to wear fbts without running.
her: ya
me: is labelling really that important? so only people with social position(like sports people) get to wear fbts even though it is sold as a clothing brand?
her: im not saying you cannot wear, but people you have the misconception that you are a sports girl if you wear fbts.
me: so people who wear sport shoes out are also being poserish. isn't it just a pair of shorts?

all these fuss over a pair of shorts.
after some research, i also unearth some shocking details about fbts that i bet nobody knew about, because as far as i know i am the only person who googles everything and anything that i can get my hands on.
LIKE;
does anyone know what fbt stands for?
HUH? HUH? HUH?
IT STANDS FOR FOOTBALL THAILAND!
YES MY DEAR SN SPORTS PEOPLE! YOU ARE WEARING MADE IN THAILAND SHORTS AND YOU ARE HAPPY ABOUT IT!
ALSO!
THE ORIGINAL FBT SHORTS ARE MADE FOR KICKBOXING, AND AS THE NAME SUGGESTS, FOOTBALL!
HELLO MY DEAR SN SPORTS PEOPLE, WHY AM I NOT SEEING YOU KICKBOXING AND PLAYING FOOTBALL?
so you see, they are all a big fat bunch of posers.
(okay not fat because they do ten laps round the track daily and such, but still they are a big bunch of posers.)
//
the thing i do not see here, is why there is such a big fuss over fbt shorts. why don't you get all agitated over something else, like frog vomit?
because you see, arguing about SHORTS, is really just as pointless if not even more as arguing about frog vomit, because if a frog vomits it might be sick and we have to take it to the vet, and sick frogs are really quite a cause for concern.
but SHORTS! pfuit.
as i've said earlier in the conversation, fbts are afterall a CLOTHING BRAND. they do not only cater for sports people, but the MEMBERS OF THE GENERAL PUBLIC, which is why they can be found in shopping centres and blah. so now the thing is, should i want to buy fbt shorts, I SHOULD HAVE THE RIGHT TO, and not be restricted and LABELLED AS A POSER just because I DO NOT HAVE THE STAMINA TO RUN TEN LAPS AROUND THE TRACK EVERYDAY LIKE SPORTS PEOPLE!
people who think that just because they are sports people and thus only they have the right to wear nice shorts are plain stupid not to mention egoistical.
i thought ranks by order of physical ability only existed in american high schools but it is apparant that in singapore it is in practice as well.
now that i think about it, practically all the popular people in SN are sports people. do people care for a band major or the OIC of NPCC? no!
(okay maybe yes for npcc because they can carry guns and shoot people, but that is beside the point).
i am not that keen on fbts now that i know sports people are so protective over them.
(losers)

2006-06-30T02:42:00.000-07:00

listening to: valkyrie missile-angels and airwaves
OKAY, I AM ONLY BLOGGING BECAUSE THERE REALLY IS NOTHING BETTER TO DO. I HAVE TRIED AND TRIED.
(but experimenting with all those different types of sneezes was pretty fun.)
here's a random line from shakespeare;"thou of no bowels, thou!"
I FIND THAT HYSTERICAL.
next time someone calls me stupid i shall put up a british accent and go all 'THOU OF NO BOWELS, I COMMAND THEE TO SHUTH THE HELLTH UP!"
(british accents are hawt)
//
the chem test was today, IFEHIOFJDFHKVSDKFJSDH!
(eloquent use of words, oui?)
hello, this is seriously an understatement; "I AM FUCKING GONNA FAIL!'
lets just make it clear here that i hate chemical formulae and bloody calcium oxides and whatever. DONT LET ME CATCH ANY CALCIUM OXIDES LOITERING AROUND HERE! >:(
but at least now it's over and i wouldn't care how many marks i get anyway.

OKAY OKAY OF COURSE I CARE! >: (
i cared so much i paid full attention during physics today and fully understood the brownian theory. though the physics teach edmund yong is a bit of a doofus. this came out of his own mouth;
"SORRY GIRLS, I CAN'T GIVE YOU MY HANDPHONE NUMBER! OR ELSE EVERYONE WOULD BE BOMBARDING ME WITH CALLS AND I HAVE GOT MY OWN LIFE YOU KNOW!"
like ohplease. don't we have our own lives too, something that involves more interesting things to do than calling up our physics teachers? :/
//
meet HANDY, my handy friend!convenient for smacking people and pushing the blame.
he's also very talented in other areas, such as indian dance, which we were all forced to learn as part of the curriculum.
okay, indian dance is not very fun. :(
but apparently giving the finger in indian dance speak is the beak of a parrot.
was playing with handy during geography, but then miss lau (stole) it and used it to hit the people who were falling asleep.
the picture of handy you're looking at is when during them early days. an hour later(of fondling and squashing) he was all wrinkled and deflated.what is the meaning of this?! >: O
handy is sad because he feels death approaching.
"i can feel death approaching!" handy squeaked to me.
//
i'm entering a competition, called 'pieces of me' organised for youths, when you have to submit a scrapebook and if you win you get $1000 bucks.
okay, let me rephrase that.
if you win you get ONETHOUSANDBUCKS, BAY-BEH! :D
have been shoving my zoom lens into peoples faces and forcing them to pose for photos these few days trying to look happy and all with me going all "SMILE WIDER! LOOK HAPPIER! NONO NOT LIKE A MANIAC PLEASE! RAISE YOUR ARMS!"
i am a control freak, sue me.

but my friends love me for it.

RIGHT? RIGHT? RIGHT?
YOU LOVE ME, RIGHT?
>: (
if you look at the picture closely i am not wearing my nametag! I GOT THROUGH THE WHOLE DAY WITHOUT ANYONE FINDING OUT I WAS WITHOUT A NAMETAG.
what you have to do is keep on hugging yourself and keeping your hands conveniently on top of your badge like you've forgotten its there. :D
//
maybe we don't look it, but we are rock stars.
passion, creativity, rocker signs.
lip synching and air guitars;
not your average decadent.
maybe we don't look it, but we are yogi men.
patience, bearing, gritting your teeth.
counting down the minutes to mapal story;
not your average obsession.
maybe we don't look it, but we are great artists.
imagine, dreams, cardboard boxes
'ellie was here!' scrawled over the tables;
not your average delinquent.
maybe we don't look it, but we are lawyers.
justice, fairness, curly white wigs
talking teachers out of more homework;
not your average slacker.
maybe we don't look it but;
we can be anything.
<3

2006-06-30T02:10:00.000-07:00

listening to: definitely maybe-FM static
I AM GOING ON A HIATUS!
IN OTHER WORDS, THIS BLOG IS OF NOW DEAD UNTIL WHENEVER, OR UNTIL MELANIE LIM GIVES ME MY NICE SKIN AND I FEEL HAPPY!
AS FOR NOW I AM GOING TO BLOW UP RUBBER GLOVES AND WAVE THEM AROUND.

2006-06-26T01:59:00.000-07:00

listening to: breaking free-troy&grabriella(HSM!)
as, you can see, I AM OBSESSED WITH HIGH SCHOOL MUSICAL!!!WOOHOOOOOO
omg the movie was FANTASTIC. in case you have been living in a cave all these while and have no interaction with technology(or disney channel), HSM is the HIT MUSICAL SENSATION THAT'S GRIPPING THE NATION!
(now if you substitute 'hit musical' with 'constipation' and that's a harry potter fan for you :D)
i have to say the plot is boring and rather cliche though. popular boy and nerdy girl, too afraid to follow their dreams but finally get through everything and then live happily ever after.
but-(sighs) i love cliched movies :D
AND ZAC EFRON JUST MAKES EVERYTHING BETTER!yes, he is my OFFICIAL OBSESSION OF THE WEEK!
like hello, have you seen his eyes?
(i know you are scrolling up to look at his eyes now)
YES! IS IT NOT JUST SO DREAMY?
and you know, i never thought i'd be one for cheesy pop songs with lyrics like 'there's not a star in heaven that we can't reach'( i mean like, please excuse me while i go vomit in a bucket) but when zac sings it i feel all fluttery inside, like, like
OMG LIKE A COMMON OBSESSED TEENAGE GIRLY GIRL!
someone murder me. but not before i've watched HSM at least a million times and keep on pausing the show whenever his face pops up! :D
//
so today was the first day of school! i have to say, it wasn't as bad as i thought.
however, my new shoes were hurting me with an annoying blister, which somewhat spoilt the smugness of having new shoes because you keep on wincing to yourself and you mouth twitches with suppressed pain and people look at you weirdly in fear that you were going to fall in the middle of the road with a stroke.
lessons were not bad, AND OMG ONG THE BLOODY HOME EC TEACHER IS GONE!
(in a puff of evil green smoke that accompanies all wicked hags; its a pity i wasn't around to see it)
and instead is a nice teacher called miss sharon, or something.
you know, karma comes in the form of nice teachers. just the other day i helped an old lady carry a stuff across the overhead.
we had to do hemming.
like, HEY, I DON'T DO HEMMING, YOU DIG? I SIT ON THE TABLE AND EXAMINE MY NAILS SWINGING MY LEGS!
(but i did it anyway)
or at least, i TRIED to. IT WAS AN EFFORT.
and during RECESS we didn't get to eat orange bowl! AWW DARN. oh here's something funny, lyn was fuming cos i wasn't eating with her, and she started talking to jocelynvery loudly about 'YISHU AND HER STUPID WISDOM FRIENDS' when qiaowei clarissa and kahyan(part of my 'stupid wisdom friends') were standing right in front of her.
HAHAHAHAHAHAHAH. MARILYN IS SO BLUR!
during recess me jas and feli were conversing about intellectual topics as usuall, such as the name for the green man which flashes at traffic roads to signal that you can cross safely.
AND THINK ABOUT IT! WITHOUT THAT GREEN MAN, SOCIETY AS WE KNOW IT WOULD BE DESTROYED! PEDASTRIANS WOULD NOT KNOW WHEN TO CROSS, OR THEY WOULD ALWAYS BE WARY THAT AN IMPENDING CAR MIGHT KNOCK THEM OVER! THEN EVERYONE WOULD GET ALL ANXIOUS AND BECOME DEPRESSED AND THEY WILL ALL COMMIT SUICIDE AND DIE!
do you see the IMPORTANCE of THE GREEN MAN? WE ARE ALL TAKING HIM FOR GRANTED, A REAASSURANCE IN OUR HARSH WORLD, CONVINCED THAT HE WOULD ALWAYS BE THERE, LIKE A TRAFFIC GUARDIAN ANGEL!
but here's the thing.
THIS POOR GUY DOESN'T EVEN HAVE A NAME!
imagine that. doing your service to mankind silently, WITHOUT EVEN A PROPER IDENTITY.
it is so sad, i am not surprised if he has a personality disorder or something.
so today, me and my friends have decided that hereby his name shall be;
THOMAS.
it is fitting for someone with such a major role, oui?
:Dthank you, thomas.
had lunch with the funkaye four again! :D ATE ORANGE BOWL!
ORANGE BOWL IS THE LOVE OF MY LIFE.
my friends are idiots but i love them for it <3 :D
//
ps: can anyone tell me who's foolzparadize@yahoo.com? only she/he keeps on sending me weird emails and its freaking me out.