Friday, December 28, 2007

WHY WE FALL FOR TALL, DARK AND HANDSOME MEN.

BECAUSE their tall, dark and handsome.
Everyone falls for them.

Their TALL, DARK AND HANDSOME, for goodness sake. Its the first impression, the unconscious attitude towards them.


Why are people so shallow and so looks inclined?
I dont know.
I dont know lots of things.

BY THE WAY,
I love Justin Bartha (Riley Poole in Nat Treasure)
Hes so hot, he makes me sweat.
So compelling and STUNNING. Love his eyes. Intense, baby.

One word, EXQUISITE.

In National Treasure, he was so lovable! Heh, with the Ferrari and all.



I go people-watching at Orchard today.

Its incredible how GUYS (males, that is) would wear tight, bright red pants which makes them look like they've lost their masculinity. Not to mention the Little Miss 'Whatever' shirts craze. Yeah, on females, its more than fine.

But on MANLY, MACHO ALMOST-MEN?
Its clearly states Little Miss. Even if you're UNSURE about you're sexual orientation, there is really no need to tell everyone else.

Sigh.
Bless the world.
Here's to our future leaders.


There were gangsters too, and the way they JOKE!
It kinda freaks a listener out.

Boy: Whaliao, tell me la.

Friend: No, se-cwet, se-cwet.

Extra: Ya lorh, tell him la.

Friend: Cannot la, se-cwet.

Boy: You dont tell me, i bed your girl, arh.

Friend: **** you la!

Friend/Extra/Boy: HAHAHAHA.

Its a LOUSY JOKE to them!
Terrif, i tell you.

The conversation was much cruder, but i can the remember the excact stuff they said. It was a real eye-opener, boy.


Men, who gets them?

LIVE LIKE YOU MEAN IT
LOVE LIKE YOU FEEL IT
ITS ALL WE NEED IN OUR LIVES
-Before Its Too Late. Goo Goo Dolls.

Thursday, December 27, 2007

BUON NATALE!

Chirstmas is over.
Somehow, LIFE IS GOING on again.

The white lights are down, and the red ones up. The slinky black dresses for christmas nightclub dancing are whipped off shelves as sales skyrocket.


NEW YEAR IS CLOSE.

Hear my heart beat.
Its really fast, kinda. I cant hear it either.


Christmas was a whirl of a time!
Nonstop parties, gatherings, and meeting old friends. (Peter and David) BOY IT WAS GREAT SEEING THOSE 2 AGAIN. Last time we met i looked like a sushi rolled in a red puffed jacket. And i could probably get into movies free then.

Those were the days, my friend.

Chritsmas is a time for giving, loving!
Hope ya'll got the LURVVEE around.

Thanks Dear Eudeaar (ahaha) for the hammock and sunglasses! Love ya too.
Thanks Ser for cutting the tree and all. Thanks Bel and Val for the sweet Converse, and thanks Cra for the free-200dollarish Levi notebook.

THANKS TO EVERYONE WHO MADE MY CHIRSTMAS SPECIAL.

ALL I WANT FOR CHRISTMAS
IS MY TWO FRONT TEETH
(for my brother)

Friday, December 21, 2007

What i want for CHRISTMAS.

Trust me.
I want lots of stuff!
But they arent NECCESITIES, merely whims and WANTS.

I think good christmas presents are things the receiver would need. Like Teensy Waterbottles. THANK YOU CHUM.

But who cares, its good to have wants.
S'long we dont get em' ALL THE TIME.
Its all called Self Pamper, it is.

I wanna get a hammock and hang it at the Bungalow at NTU's balcony.

I wanna, erm.


Erm,
erm,
erm


Welll. I CANT THINK OF ANYTHING RIGHT NOW.
Which is good. HA, im content.


It was a crazy time at NTU Bungalow-chalet thingy yesterday.
BBQs in balconies, and galoshing BAREFOOT IN MUD (remember, Cara?) with the out-of-mind Bings. Lying in the wind and cool night air till 4 in the morning with Wei, whos great to talk to, and Shi who was trying to keep awake. Eating ChaoTar sotong balls AND I REPEAT SOTONG (no " 's ") BALLS and getting tummy aches.

Swinging on wooden swings with Dea, and playing Grabble which i suck at. (WHICH i wanted to play at NEBO with Loo and Kryst and YingL, but they REFUSED, the stubborn things they are.)

Me and Wei were talking about some stuff.
How we have reached "the next stage in life" where you stop playing all the time and talking for real. How very, absolutely TRUE.

When we were kids, sure we KNEW people, but we didnt KNOW people at all.

And then you grow up.

A little. Which means, sitting around and chatting isnt boring anymore. In fact, sometimes, its more fun then playing games. We're growing up! Wouldja believe it! Its so fast its creeping up on me. Looking at pictures of us loong time ago feels weird. BUT ITS SO FUNNY.

Dea was kinda mousey lookin, and Bing looked 100% NERD-SMARTALEC. Quanie was still the cutie pie faced thingy. Wei was plumpy, Qian was WHOA, and Nao was still matureish looking, somehow. Maybe its the mentality.


Poof.
Bleh.


Christmas is FAST APPROACHING.
OrchardR isnt as nice as past years. ITS A GOOD SIGN, ITS A GOOD THING. Conserve electrik, ya'll.


À La Prochaine,
until next time!

SOMEBODY TOLD ME
THAT YOU HAD A BOYFRIEND
WHO LOOKED LIKE A GIRLFRIEND
-Somebody Told Me. The Killers.

Friday, December 14, 2007

Self-help.

Im obsessed with self-help books. Y'know, those with weird titles, like How To Be Happy, and Learning Compassion, Love Live and Laugh. And thousands and thousands of similar covers. Because, for one thing, it does help.

No kidding.

It makes you feel so refreshed, and optimistic, and oh-so-in-control. Chicken Soup, CHICKEN SOUP IS GREAT! The greatest compilation-cum-book ever written! It sure made me tear the most. Cried like crazy when i read some of the stories.

Its makes you reflect, and think, and marvel about the beauty of life.

Take this excerpt, for example.

"Uppermost in our minds is the final destination. On a certain day of a certain hour, we will pull into The Station. Once we get there, so many dreams will come true and the pieces of our lives will fit together like a jigsaw puzzle.

How restlessly we pace the aisles, damming the minutes for loitering,-waiting, waiting, waiting.

Waiting, waiting.

Waiting. waiting, waiting...


Sooner or later, we must realise THERE IS NO STATION.

NO PLACE to arrive once and for all.

The true joy of life is the trip.

The station is only a dream. It constantly out distances us.

So stop pacing the aisles and counting the miles. Instead, climb more mountains, eat more ice cream, go barefoot more often, swim more rivers, watch more sun-sets, laugh more, cry less. Life must be lived as we go along."


Couldnt have put it better myself.
Rad, man.


Doesnt something in you stir?
And dont you wanna do something?

Yeah, they do that to you.
Its madness i tell you, MADNESS.

I love it.

VULE VU VULE VU
I WANNA BE WITH YOU
C'EST LA VIE C'EST LA VIE
YOU WERE MADE FOR ME
-Excuse My French. 2 Be 3.

Wednesday, December 12, 2007

Interesting Facts About Sex.

"Sexercise. Having sex can burn off about 130 calories per half hour. You can burn off two kilograms a year with 135 lovemaking sessions- that works out 2.6 times a week."

"Angelfish are able to change their sex. When the harem's only male dies, the largest female begins to assume its appearance." BLOODY FREAKY, i tell you.

Can you imagine? Gosh, you want to stay a female so bad, but TOO BAD YOU'RE SO LARGE, and everything.


Surprisingly, not only the angelfish can perform this necessary evil.
The females of more than 200 species can turn into males. And males of 50 fish species turn too. I feel kinda sorry for them, and all? But hey, humans are no better, if you think about it.

We do it out of FREE WILL.
Its freakier that way, see.

HEY AMANDA
WHERE'D YOU FIND THESE CRAZY
BOYS THIS TIME
-Pin Your Wings. Copeland.

Tuesday, December 11, 2007

Whoolabalonkers dancing on the bench like lumberjacks.
-Euden the (Self Acclaimed) Great

Haha.
Love the description of our very own WHOOLABLONKERS, sweetie. Very true.

Say, ya'll.
Did-i say? On Sun, me and Cra went to do some contributions for the Greater Good. Thus embarking on our philanthropic enterprise, to earn moral-points for self betterment.

Yeah, whatever.

I got VERY over my fear of long balloons.
You know, the kind where those magicians twist and turn and make something resembling an animal or toy in a few seconds while you stare jaw droppingly in awe?

Yeah. I used to be scared shitless that they would burst when you twisted then with such vigour and recklessness. Yeah, i was the kid who covered her ears, looking like a fool but yearning for the stupid Air-Puffed-Sword.

Now i can make a deformed dog. And a bear, and a heart, and a sword, and a flower. Though the flowers turn out awfully unproportionate and uncannily like a ball with fungus growing on it.


But i figured the fancy handwork the magicians do it all for show.
Cause i tried making myself look professional, but trust me, its a tough feat when 6 little girls want heart shapes, 2 want bears and 4 little males yell for swords.

AND all you have left in your measly garbage is lousy dogs which, kids seem to hate because its the easiest to make.


We we stuck with balloon making instead of doing face-painting, or games beacuse for some odd reason all the other volunteers had a little PHOBIA OF BALLOONS.

But damn, so did i, yo.
And look- i made it through! Alive.

The circumstances called for it, thus we came.


We met a volunteer mage, who said he was 16. But we thought he looked more like 26. Really. No kidding. But he was kinda crappy at the tricks.

I knew most-ah them, but the coolest was the one where he made the numbers on teh cards dissappear. But i saw that trick before too.

I dont think anyone should call themselves MAGICIANS until they can do the stuff Chris Angel can. Yknow, the crazy, MindFreak guy?

Gosh, i LOVE watching him do those strange, kooky, stuff.
Its so funny how the people get so freaked! They seriously puke and faint and all that.

But, they say its black magic and all that.

Mysteries of the world, eh?

IVE COME TO DECIDE
THAT THE THINGS THAT I TRIED
WERE IN MY LIFE JUST TO GET HIGH ON
-Hey Oh. Red Hot Chilli Peppers.

Friday, December 07, 2007

Mooty days.




I wanna live in the countryside. I really really really do.

The white fluffy sheep, the gorgeous stretches of glossy green grass, the beautiful, intense blue sky. The gentle air, the cool wind, the willowy trees.

The calm, serene atmosphere.
Oh, joy.

But of course, i only look on the happy side. Its just human nature, innit? We dont see the crappy side of our Perfectly Planned Future. Its kinda sad, that way.

But i really want to.
I really might, you know.

Countryside living, writer-cum-photographer for National Geographic-cum-freelance journalist for Scuba Diving Magazine. 2 adopted kids, and a hunky-funny-kind husband who loves kids. Whos called Chyn.

Or anything else, for that matter. (A guy like that is hard enough to find.)

-Dreamy-

Yes, yes.
I see the problems too. We cant have everything in life, can we. But since im dreaming, i'd like a pony.

Life is far too important a thing ever to talk seriously about, innit.



Ah well.
Quote of the Day:
Little kids step on your feet.
Big kids step on your heart.


I WANT SOMEONE
PROVOCATIVE AND TALKATIVE
BUT ITS SO HARD WHEN YOU'RE
SHALLOW AS A SHOWER
-Curse of The Curves. Cute is What we Aim For.

Tuesday, December 04, 2007

I've a theory.

Making every job sound sexy and interesting is not that hard. All you need is, quote Spongebob

Imaaaaa-gination..

SO, your a surgent right?
Your job is ripping people's clothes apart and groping them inside. Its a matter of life and death. Its a scary job, both spine-tingling and shivery, you say.

Interesting? Sexy? Fun? You have it all.
Lie i do not.

SO, you say. Im a rubbish trucker.
Your job is rummaging through people's free stuff. You can have whatever you want! Its bammin FOC, yo. Like, you get to drive a cool truck around for MONEY, and everyone makes way for you. DARN WIDE BERTH. And they all talk about you when you drive past.

Who cares what they say, right? I mean youre like ah CELEBRITY, you say. Whats not to like? Plus, you get paid. Its glam as anything.

But what if im a boring old salesgirl?
Oh, then you've got the best of it all. Esp if youre in those top-shops.

Smiling, watching, drooling at hot men. Going around trying on clothes all day. Getting discounts you get paid for gettin. Telling people they look absolutely DASHING and getting your royal cronies to agree till they succumb. Prance around and make people uncomfortable by sticking to them, when they say "just looking".

Telling them "Just looking? For what? A top? bottom? Jeans? Any preferences? I can help. Which size are you?"

Push people around and tell them they look not-as-nice-as-if-they-were-wearing-this. And give them something which has a pricetag longer than the garment itself. Then when someone buys something, throw a party and feel the satisfaction drub into your body.

HOORAY FOR GLAMOUROUS JOBS!

Yeah, but thats just the Showing Off About Your Job part. The real job is probably shitty. Unless you're job is like Being Faithful to Your Tycoon Husband While You Stay at Home and Look Attractive.

Kudos to those lucky women.
Yeah well, i am in the middle of a What Do You Wanna Be Next Time big scale project, so im a little hung up on jobs, but dont mind me.

Ciao, buddies.
Later.

YOU'LL ALWAYS
BE MY THUNDER
SO BRING ON THE RAIN
-Thunder. Boys Like Girls.

Monday, December 03, 2007

LANGKAWI:)
GUDEN MORGEN!
(hello in German, ya'll)

FANTASTICA!
ANDIAAAAAAMO!
YAADAAAAAAAAAAA!

Imma tell you, Langkawi was IN-CREDIBLE IMMENSE BANG-UP BESTEST! Promise im not sugarcoating.

Whooo!
Hit me, baybuh.

LANGKAWI!
Even the name sounds sunny. Which it is.
Sunny, i mean. Guardate! Sun!

It was a sunny day in Langkawi.

We touched down safely to the not-so-eye-catching, sunny island of Langkawi, into the welcoming arms of the Brothers Who Had Waited Very Long.

"WAH WE WAIT FOR YOU VERY LONG LEH!"
Yeah well.
Tell that to the SilkyAir and their 2 hour delay, yo.

I sleep the earliest, that night,

AND
wake up to a brand new sunny day.

Red hot on BSA, (Boy Seach Alert) we scour the surroundings in vain. The men are nothing for me, Ewdear, Naos, Mei, and Qian. Disappointing, really.

With sniffy blocky noses and disgusting eyebags, we go for the first activity. Mangrove tour, YA'LL!

Few sights.

The crazily, human-like monkeys, magestic eagles, bat caves, and the CROCODILE CAVE.

Sound cool?
It was.

The crocodile cave was a big joke, though.
There was nothing much in it. I seriously wonder how they name these sights. There was no croc in sight, and neither did the cave resemble a crocodile in any way.

Sometimes, i have a feelin they do it up aLOT to make it sound cooler than it is. Like some little rock would be called 'ROCKIN ROOSTER ROCK' cause, well i dunno. Alliteration eh? But you get my point.

Theres no need to have a reason, cause they dont understand you anyway.

Then we travel to the top of this terrif mountain.

The view from up there was mind-blowing. Really, like UNREAL, man. It was so awesome i wanted to stay there all day. So stunning and superb, the kind that makes you reflect about things. It was incredible.

Ah-mean it.
Breathtaking, beautiful, badass, BAMMING, FANTASTIC.

The girls made a pact to get married up there.
Wei and Heng were being stupid on a bench, pretending to fly.

Then we go to the beach and play
CHICKEN.

Its a cool game, but it sure stunts growth.

You sit on slippery shoulders of the Wei-man and Bing-man. Then bang-bash-strangle-push the other pair apart.

Simply, its something like wrestling, but you gotta sit on someone's shoulders try to push the other sitting-on-the-shoulder-person off.

My mom, as she told me later, was a little shaken while she was watching.

"I used to like guys when i saw your age, you know! We used to be so self consious around them, but you all sit on their shoulders like its nothing! I think you all have the brother-sister relationship, maybe"

Yeah right.
But then again, we'd never know.

Its kinda like, y'know.

Oh boy.
This is getting too long.

I'll summarise the next 4 days.
ISLAND HOPPING
PARASAILING
CANOPY TREK
JETSKI
CACTUS

Oggole. OF COURSE, our BSAs were ultimately rewarded, seeing as me and Dea saw this hotter-than hot boy. Chyn, read his scorching bright red jersey. Dreamy, baby.

-Farewell Bings-
*Sob heart out*
It was a real sad moment. We all felt like shit. Bet Wei had it worst.


Next day was a slackie day.
We had a CupNoodle Fest, and stuff.
It was kinda disturbing, now i think of it, gobbling cup noodles at that speed.

Beach, and we caught little crabbies.
Then lost my voice from Jetski-ing.

Me and Wei rode together, (letting the past be forgotten, yknow, the big ATV crash with the chicken and dog living in harmony) into the horizon and i lost my voice screaming.

JETSKI is way sweeeeeet.
Wicked.


On the last day, we shop.
And shop

And shop.

And shop.

And shop.

The mall's like teensy, but the stuff are aye-okay.

So ends the Langkawi Adventure,
And into a new chapter of my life.

Cheers!

I DONT WANNA WASTE
ANOTHER DAY
KEEPING IT INSIDE ITS KILLING ME
-Inconsolable. Backstreet Boys.

Heres a in-dept post on our days. It'll do till i have the mood. THANK YOU AND I LOVE YOU EUDEA! She wrote it all. Dunno how she does it, shes da man.

"Day 3(Thurs):
islandhopping! we went to a few islands on this super fast speedboat to a paddling place and we rented paddleboats except for shee and marcus the lazy ones who got solar powered boats. me and nao,mandy and quan,bing and becca,qian and wei paired up and we paddled SLOWLY in a choochoo train, or at least we tried to. we had to cover our plastic bags with towels ridiculously, so the monkeys wouldnt attack them. then we islandhopped to a beach that cannot be called a beach because its all rocky and eew. ours was nicer! me and man saw CHYN! ooh yea, BSA the hotties. ahahaha. we then went back to our nice beach and swam for a minute, then jumped in the pool. unsurprisingly got caught by the guard with our shirts on.so we bathed and went for lunch,murder once again,with the "qian bian face i say first"s. and then we went parasailing. OH MY GOSH it was the coolest uber thing eva! like fLyInG! bing went first and he shouted all the time, and then wei and quan went, lookin gay what with the positioning, and me and mandy looking les what with the same positioning as them. but nonethless, it was worth it, though it would be funner going alone. and then me and mandy went on the jetski back, mady had to hold the fat black guy and i was behind her. hahaha. bing said the guy beat his hands on his stomach and signaled bing to wrap his hands around them. like, EEW. so sickening. dinner at cactus was great,the guys were so cool and friendly and the food rocked! ok, apart from the tuna sandwich i forced down my throat. twister was horrid, me being UNDER quan's stinkin butt. and wei and bing going seriously gay.HAHAHA. then the director naomi rose up to the throne and we played white chicks with wei and quan and bing.HILARIOUS i tell you,what with wei having the girly voice and all,we just collapsed into heaps of luffter.hehe.night everybody.

Day4(FRI-the day bings leave):so the canopy trek was not that fun. wait a minute, we didnt even get to the canopy walk! the only fun thing was the flying fox. but the german guys were cool. one called huergan i think.VIELEN DANK! heeeeees.we ate our packed hardboiled eggs and bread-smuggled from breakfast-and then we abseiled down! whheee. then we had dinner at the cactus AGAIN,with tequila prawns! and then they left.at night we watched 102 dalmatians and i recognised 2 actors-the cruella de vil was from stepford wives! and the main guy from fantastic 4! coolibachoolie. next we slept early, different from late nights and RESTED.ahhh,how nice.

Day5(SAT):it was the day to finally use the hotel and beach facilities. we went soccer-ing and captain ball-ing and ping-pong-ing and jetskiing! ater which, me and qian caught the crabs.uncle edmund said we looked like 2 lunatics running after nothing on the beach,but it was uber fun!ok.thats all for the day.HAHAHAHAAH.CACTUS again and we saw the magical tricks and all.COOL!Day6(Sun-leaving date)breakfast at cactus for a change. then we went for INTENSIVE shoppiing. the 30 mins ride in the hot squashed greenhouse taxi was unbearable. and guess what? i only bought two shirts and a pants and a tote from converse,9.90 RM. talk about stocking up. when we went to the airport, they said the flight had been "overbooked". first we didnt imagine that this kind of thing would happen. we had to split up! so dad "sacrificed", though it was first class and business class, if you call that sacrificing. nao interviewed this air stewardess that supposedly looked like her. and OH Dick Lee was in business class with mandy and gongong! gosh how cool. beck felt like puking a little, then she told me actually she felt like puking cos she was thinking of the mushy green puff we had on our flight to langkawi.HAHA. so we landed and did serious BSA and becca saw this tall hottie pilot! cool dudes. mandy saw her "choco man". haha. and thats all folks now i have to do homework-finish it up! so seeya dont wanna be ya!"

Deepest thanks to my dear Eudea. THANK YOU.
http://www.thefunnest.blogspot.com/
Go there for all 5 days.

Monday, November 26, 2007

Leaving to-morrow.
TOMORROW TOMMOROW TOMMORW to Langkawi.

Bing's family is already there.

Dear requests twister, but my mom says its to big. So.

Wei asked me to check Langkawi details, but i was one step ahead.

The fish say "Amanda is coming, let us get ready and look pretty"

The sharks say "We shall siam for the time being, dont wanna scare her, do we."

I say I CANT WAIT I CANT WAIT.

My heart says
"Thumpathumpathumpa tmpatmptpatpa mppmpp (so fast it becomes like a faint buzz) zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz"

WHOOOOEEEE.

MUAH.
See ya when im back you sad in-Singaporeaners.

LOVELOVE.

KISS KISS
HUG HUG

IMMA GOINGGGGGGGG.

Friday, November 23, 2007

Its like a BAD MOVIE.
Shes looking THROUGH ME.

Hey yo!
When i picked up the phone with a "wei wei!" My sister thought was calling her. Mei Mei sounds kinda like Wei Wei, eh?

Haha, WEI WEI is so cool.
People think they called the wrong number.

Then they kinda like repeat, "wei wei?" then you say HELLO! real loud. But its getting old so i need some new greeting. I'll think of something later.
(Maybe Moshimoshi or ALOHA!)

Hoho.
Having a name like mine, does have some perks. Hearing the soulful bands croon my name, ITS SWEET. Mandy-Westlife, or Mandy-Jonas Brothers, or Pin Your Wings-Copeland.

Plus, their not the boring songs with stupid lyrics. And not the Wipe-Your-Tears-Everytime-You-Hear kind. Really sweet and funny too!

Least if my husband wanna seranade me for proposal or something, he can play a whole load of PERSONALISED-SO-CALLED songs.

Way, way cool.

Today in training we play Whos Got The Biggest Facehole.

We throw Frances Sponsored Cranberries around in other people's mouths. Its fun as anything. WHOOOOEEE. Hanyu was goin like "Aiya, just reuse the ones on the floor lah, not like will go into your mouth liddat"

Phooey.
Gosh. 4 more days to LANGKAWI!

Sometimes, i think im the most selfish crapper ever. I get to go on holidays and i have cranberry fights, and i have sorbert and sushi anytime i want, i have a pretty green ipod and i can go for taekwondo and tennis lessons.

CRAP. Im too lucky, i wanna die.

Gee gee gee, i just feel like dying when i realise how many people suffer for me, no? YEAH. Gosh, its like, i ought to be dead.

Y'know, its not so good to have these thoughts too.
They say its a start to depression.

AND WHY NOT?
They those people who arent suffering from depression are probably STUCK UP, EMPATHY-LESS HOLLOW, CONSCIENCE DEAD, nothingness.

Bloop.
I went to reread the story in Reader's Digest, after i talked to Serlin.

Gosh, the Afghan kid stepped on a freaking LANDMINE, lost her leg, and later her father and brother in a bomb-rokcet, but finally got rescued after half a year of waiting, delayed because of the Sep 11 bombing.

While i, sit at home in a nice house, with MONEY IN MY POCKETS, wasting em playing the money away in arcades, and to pay for senseless activities like sittin in a dark rooms watching a screen with utmost intent.

SOBS.
Im so guilty, i should be dead just for BEING so lucky.

ITS NOT FAIR.
NOT FAIR NOT FAIR.

Good grief. I supposed we have Mr Lee Kwan Yew, our benefactor, MY KING to thanks for the society we live in right now. If not for him we'll probably be in worst states, worse than Afghanistan and Africa and such with their starving, corrupted, lives.

Good thing for the Gate man. Bill Gates, with his insurmountable loads of cash. Good thing he's a good man with a big heart.

Great man, he is.
All Hail Almighty Dollar Man.

IF YOU LIE
YOU DONT DESERVE TO HAVE FRIENDS
-Newport Living. Cute is What We Aim For.

Thursday, November 22, 2007

NEW GOAL ALERT.

SLEEP BY 10.30 on normal, non going out days.
(actually my former goal was sleep by 11 see, but it didnt work. I slept, the earliest 11.30. So i figured your goal has to be half an hour before.)

YAYA.

So so. My Taekwondo coach is kinda scary.
"Shorts are not very convenient when we have to do kick and other things. You know, because you are a girl, not very good to wear short pants when you going to kick and lift legs. I am very particular about these things, so next time, you wear long pants."

And his name is JACKIE.
I wanted to ask if that was his real name, or a moniker. Yknow, stage name or something like that. Well well. You have to yell and stuff, and the first month lessons are free.

Jackie says im okay, cause im okay with yelling things. My siblings are a tad too confined to do such unrefined things, see.

I was yelling US and HUH and EH! and stuff like that.
Great fun! Imma learn some kicks. Its wayy cool.

YAYISH.
But also, since im doing Driving Range Golf, and Tennis and Taekwondo and Track and Soon-to-be-scuba-er and maybe-swimming, i think i should have a nice balance.

If i wanna do ALL these things, somethin's gotta go, yeah?

I was thinking TV, but then i realise i wouldnt beable to do that. So i narrowed it down.
NO MORE ANIME.
NO MORE STUPID COMEDYS. -gosh, i'll miss those-

....

Looka the TIME!

I recomend a song,
PIN YOUR WINGS
-COPELAND.

Go go, listen and EN-JOY.
(esp the first line)

Wednesday, November 21, 2007

The final countdown.

I need a break from Singapore SO BAD.

6 days.
Thats just one hand and a finger!
A HAND AND A FINGER.

Gosh, my heart is beating so fast i could die.
The water! And the sand! And the people. Havent seen them is ages!

What greatness!

OHWELL.
Im listening to the internet lessons on Heymath.com. About variations and all that. Gosh the guy whos doing the audio has SUCH A NICE VOICE.

But it makes me kinda sleepy, it tell the truth.
I shall listen to soothing American accents explaining math if i ever suffer from insomia.

Imma gonna read Jane Eyre.
PRONOUNCE IT. Really hard.

YOU'RE THE CLOSEST TO HEAVEN
THAT I'LL EVER BE
AND I DONT WANNA GO HOME RIGHT NOW
-Iris. Goo Goo Dolls.

Tuesday, November 20, 2007

BRA SHOPPING.

Went bra shoppin for my sister.

It was kinda boring, cause she took kinda long to try on the bras. So went around exploring the different kinda bras. I musta looked like a first class pervert, cause i was touching all the bras. BUT I WASNT BEINGGG.

The material of undies are the bestest. They are so silky and smooth and comfy. And expensive as anything.

Gosh, this is so inappropriate.

But the beautiful undecently under-dressed underwear models are all too full and plush, and gorgeous, like goddesess. Being there for too long takes a toll on your ego. I SWEAR its a large scale conspiracy. Make you buy the stuff to look like a wind-blown beauty, and in the end you look like a bamboo with disease-ish lumps.

Or a elephant in a tutu.

It all aint fair.

Yesterday was at Safra Resort.
Fun as ever.

We watched Cartoon Network a fair bit, cause the kids there were a tad bit on the youngish and innocent side. Which doesnt really link cause they watch all the cartoon violence where teenagers called TEEN TITANS bash other cretures or people up, or where even animals like a roadrunner tries to barbeque a foxie-looking thingy.

Yeah well.
Then we go bowling, where the adults TOTALLY OWN the kids. Its crazy, i tell you. The adults are so amazing at sports. Its kinda scary.

I didnt even hit 80. It was pathetic.
But there was a cute nerdy guy about my age at the alley next to ours who wore these sweet looking specs and he was SO NICE TO HIS LITTLE BROTHER. I nearly melted. Guys who are good with kids make my heart beat like THUMPTHUMPTHUMPTHUMP.

But maybe that was because my company was too hard to connect with, the oldest being a skinny 12 year old who loves the word RAPIST.

Haha, then we played basket ball in the rain and the girls won big time, 5-1 and YAY, hooray, cause Darren's mom was a STAR SHOOTER, SWEEEEEEEEEET. She ah-mazing.

After which we played some crappy tennis, me and my mom against Darren and his mom, and Bryan and my sister on the other court. Was kinda stupid cause we kept hitting out and even over the nets and stuff.
Least it was funny, heh.

While we played, the little girls swam for 3 hours. They were like shriveled prune when we joined them.

AND THEN CAME THE BARBEQUE.

Greatness.

EVERYBODY
LETS COME A PLAY
TODAY
-Everybody.

Thursday, November 15, 2007

Yo Yo Yo!

Today was a busy busy busy day!
Lookie me, the busy busy girl who had a busy busy day, hip hip hoooray!

Sorry.
I just bathed, and im feelin a little too comfy and contented.
Its great, it is.

I love the after-bathing feeling. Doncha?
I could bathe all day.

I played tennis with BK coach and my sistar and bro. It was EXHILARATING to see the ball fly and the tok impact of the ball against the racket. Gosh i love tennis. I must find a boy who plays tennis. HOW GREAT IT WOULD BE...

I CAN IMAGINE IT ALREADY.

*Inner Mind Movie Running*

*Whirrr*

Ah well.
I made contact with my dear old friend April.
She still sounds the same, but apparently i sound very different. We gonna visit the library soon TOGETHAH.

Imma also gonna try TAKEWONDO.
But as i say, TRY.

Im not gonna waste the last of a great holiday away.
Next year this time i'll be studying my brains out. The prospect is making me shiver in anticipation. Hooray.

IMMA GONNA PLAY-TO-THE-MAX.
Yes, what a goal.

12 days to Langkawi.
I might die waiting.

WE'RE GOING ON A HOLIDAY
A HOLIDAY
A HOLIDAY
-Holiday. Some Old Musical Thingy Which Name I Cant Remember

Wednesday, November 14, 2007

Happy Birthday Marcus Dear!

Lovelove.

Today i meet a Korean girl and what-a-sweetie-pie that darling is. She doesnt really get half the things im saying i guess, but i do learn some Korean words.

She taught me that
Anio Hasayo is hello.
And Aniong or something is bye.

She accent was so thick it was beeeuutiful.

What a girl!
KOREAN.

Monday, November 12, 2007

If you have cancer, DO NOT EAT MEAT. Cancer cells actually THRIVE on the flesh. We're made to be herbivores anyway, dont be so hard on yourself.



I do hope this saves someone.

Really.



In Learning Lab yesterday, i make a discovery. Boys get to know each other real fast. They can meet for a few hours, and there they are, slappin and 'yeah-manning' to each other in their low, freshly-broken voices.



Oomph.

This morning, i went a-swimming with my dear darling sister. Yestersay we watched Shark Attack 2 and she was CREEEEEPING me out to no end.



"What if theres an aquarium under the tennis court no one knows about? Then the cages accidentally open, and WE'LL ALL BE DEAD! We need to keep our guards up! Careful. I dont think we should swim the lenghts. Lets do the breaths instead in case some fin comes closer and closer, at least we'll have a chance of LIVING!"



ANd she went on and on and on for the half hour we had. I was so pissed, i changed my "ITS NOT FREAKING POSSIBLE" tactics.



I said "yeah, and the sharks are so creepy, they're coming, coming, coming,

coming AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" I yell real real real loud.

Haha.
I really couldnt resist.

My maid said she could hear the effect of my scare from 6 levels up. What can i say?


But then after a while i got kinda freaked myself cause the water looked too calm for its own good. Retribution, i guess. Making the mickey of someone, it comes back. IT ALL COMES BACK.


I needa set my goals here and now.

FOR REAL REAL REAL.

Goals.
1. Drink 16 glasses of water a day. (not counting water cooler in training)
2. Swim everyday.
3. Not read books the whole day.
4. Not Sim the hours away.
5. Not watch Discovery Chn for more than 1 hours a day.
6. Not watch National Geographic for more than 2 hours.
7. Not drink so much milk.
8. Stop gorging self with chocolate, like Time Out.
9. Sleep by 11. (I REALLY DO TRY)
10. Stop fantasizing about Scuba Diving BECAUSE it aint gonna come true in 2 years so i've gotta GET OVAH IT and go after my O's are ovah.
11. Not watch so many movies.
12. HAVE MORE DRIVE, PUSH, AND UMPHH.
13. Stop givin up so easily when i cant do the stupid question.
14. Stop being jealous of my sister cause she has nicER legs.
15. Stick to my goals.

AND YES, A HUGE CONGRATULATIONS TO THOSE O'LEVEL-ERS. I SHAKE YOU WARMLY BY THE HAND! WHAT A JOURNEY. AND ITS ALL OVAH! GO CRAZY, GO MAD, IMMA PROUD OF Y'ALL FOR LIVING THROUGH IT. (Gonna be my turn soon. Whoop de doop)

WHEN WE LIVE SUCH FRAGILE LIVES
ITS THE BEST WAY WE SURVIVE
-Dirty Little Secret. All American Rejects.
An intergalactic market research company is canvassing opinions on whether Planet Earth is suitable material for "first contact". What do you think?

What do i think, indeed.

I have to write a Commonwealth Essay, and this, is one of its topics. Fantastic! I have to pretend im an alien or some spacebeing-manager-thingie... which considering it all, is kinda fun.

If not that, i could advice a teenager-infested household, or talk about how important dreams are. Typical.


When i was swimming this morning, this cute-little-old-lady told me i was really dark. And considering i met her only just, its a record. Normally they wait till we're more aquainted to start commenting on my extraordinary tan.

Other than being a little ah-nnoying, 'you're-so-dark!' comments are fine by me. Im more than immune. Seriously. From when i was a leeeetle kid, i havent been hearing the end of it.

But i bet they're just jealous. So.

Its a great conversation starter, this faithful tan of mine. I can practically memorise my speech after the 'you're so dark, ah' exclamation.

It goes something like:
"No, i dont swim that much. But yes, i do other sports. I run. Y'see, i normally run during the day, and thats how i get the tan. Yeah, i run almost every other day. No, thats because they dont have the melanin overload like i do. Oh melanin? Broadly, melanin is any of the polyacetylyne, and polypprole "blacks" and "browns" or their mixed copolymers. The most common form of boilogicalmelanin is a polymer of either or both of two monomer molecules : indolequinone, and dihydroxyindole carboxylic acid. Melanin exists in the plant, animal and prostista kingdoms, where it serves as a pigment. The presence of melanin in the archaea kingdoms is an issue of ongoing debate amongst researchers in the field.

What did all that mean? I dont know myself, really. I was only pretending to be smart. To put it simply, the more melanin ya have, the browner you are.

Oh, what a tease, you think my tan is really nice? I think you're lying because it isnt, really. Its only a little, and because you were nice you shall be my friend."

Y'see?
I told you.

Its a GREAT convo starter.
Trust me on this.

AND YEAH, i get mixed up responses about my race too. Not as if i really bother very mu.... WELL A LITTLE... IM CHINESE FOR GOODNESS SAKE.

Ah well.
I shall go find inspiration on how 'Planet Earth' is a great place to make 'First Contact'.

Adieuuu!

MY FASHION SENSE IS A LITTLE WACK
AND MY FRIENDS ARE JUST
AS SCREWY AS ME
-Beverly Hills. Weezer.

Friday, November 09, 2007

I've been thinking.
WHY DO I BLOG?


For my own fun?
To make people laugh?
So people would read about my life?
To think about my life and reflect?
To remember?


Or maybe it's everything.
Or maybe its nothing.

I think reflecting about your life is of utmost importance.

You can live for days and days and days and days and look back and say what did i do yesterday?

Why did i do it?
Why didnt i do something else?


And when you're 90, lying on your death bed, you're thinking, why did i waste my childhood? Why DIDNT i make something better of it?


You reflect.
A little too late.


Maybe i studied to hard?
Maybe i didnt have a life.
Maybe i studied too little.
Maybe i hurt people.
Maybe i didnt make a difference.


MAYBE MY LIFE DIDNT MEAN ANYTHING BECAUSE I DIDNT THINK ABOUT HOW TO MAKE MY LIFE WORTHWHILE WHILE I HAD A CHANCE.


And then you cry, but its too damn late.





I've got a crappy fever, im heating up.

Hoho.
Call me Da Hottie .

Yeah? I really think too much. Its not very good. I think i need to clear my mind sometimes, its so full of rubbish i think of every single minute.


If i were that mind reader for Heros, going into my head would be a crappy mistake. And hahaha, talking about mind readers, there was this Suite Life episode where they read London's mind.


"Left, right, left, right, breathe, breathe, left, right. Oh, theres a pretty flower!"

And she forgot to breathe.


I do think being stupid is a gift too. As they say, IGNORANCE IS BLISS. For example, if they swam in the sea, they wouldnt have a worry in the world.


But for the ones whos studied all about it, you'll know about the tiny little plankontic life in it. Bug-like copepods, glassy arrowworms, filaments of cyanobacteria, rectangular algae, daitoms, fish egg, and larval crabs the size of rice grains.


And thats just the start.




HAHA, i cant WAIT to go to LANKAWI!

YES YES YES!


'Magine the utter freedom from the computer, the TV, the homework, the worries, and the TRAINING, heavenly, if you ask me.


Just me on the beach with my FISHY friends. What fantastic-ness. I love the underwater. The calmness, the serenity, the water against your skin, the FABULOUS, BREATHTAKING marine life.


IMMA SNORKLING!

Oh-gosh, im so dizzy.

Darn the fever.


MELTIN UNDER BLUE SKIES
BELTING OUT THE SUNLIGHT
SHIMMERING
-Accidentally in Love.

Sunday, November 04, 2007

TODAY I GO TO SENTOSA.
Well well.
So, i did.

Thankfully, i wasnt that hot.
The sun was being really sweet. Thanks a mil. And ha, too bad for all those Ang Mohs sun tanning. SUN TANNING. Lying there in their too-tiny bikinis, looking all relaxed and unnervingly UNCONCERNED that they were getting DARKER AND DARKER every second.

They wanna get darker. Ptooey.

Ah'course, i forget.
They CANT get darker.

I've stolen all da melanin, havent i.
Double ptooey.

We sit the Luge thingy. Its fun. But the thrills all gone. Frivolous go-karting in The Land of Thais destroyed the surge of excitement of anything slower. Its kinda sad, really, if you think about it. Now when everyones feeling the mounting nervousness and nail biting heart thumping adrenaline, im just being all nonchalant.

They all say "Wah, why you so brave" and all that. But innit better not to be? To be creeped up to your neck with anticipation and pure thrill?

ITS NOT FUN WHEN YOURE ALL SLOW-PULSED ABOUT IT.

All the same, it was cool anyway.


THEN TO RTC
At RTC, this around-11-year-old, immensely, incredibly, horizontally inclined (fat would be a gross understatement) *shudder* was like hitting on me. *SHUDDER*

I nearly died.

We were in the pool, and i was trying to entice my brother to go to the deep pool with me. The small pool was freezing.

Then he comes up to me and goes "hey there" is this (i think he thought was sexy) voice. I nearly popped a rib trying not to laugh. Then it kinda spurted out, so i pretended it was a coughing fit, and said

" mpptf mpt hel- mphh *cough-cough* *gasp* ha- haha- hello!"

Then i went to look for my brother.

I could hear him tellin his mate like, "HAHAHA, i dunno leh, i just say hi, then now she keep smiling." and i could almost hear him thinking "Omg, i am like da man, i am soo smoooth"


Then later when i went back to the pool, he kept giving me side glances and saying obscene stuff 11-year old immatures usually think are "funny".

Standin at the jacuzzi fountain, he goes like
"Omg, the jets are so strong, i think my balls are gonna explode" The he gives me these "furtive glances" like hes trying to see if i've heard his horny little remarks and is trying to tell if im turned on.

Well, there you go.
Enough said.

*Shudder*
I had to escape by screaming bloody murder when my brother splashed me, and then running out of the small pool with goosebumbs over my whole body. ERGH. How disgustingly amusing.

HAHAHAHA.

SAY
I DONT WANNA BE IN LOVE
-Dance Floor Anthem. Good Charlotte.

Thursday, November 01, 2007

Francie Boobette says i should blog about "normall-er" things.

Aw, that little manly.


I have no idea why im not blogging "normally".

Ah well. But since it was requested by The Great Boobette of Tennis(cough cough), Golf, Tennis and Table Tennis. You the man, Francie! For real.


My Normal Day


Waking up.
Today in the morning, i wake as early as a noisy mynah making a racket outside on the window sill. I roll off the bed scratching my face and wiping the saliva from under my mouth. Its another great day! I draw the curtians and feel happy that im not in school.


I dive into the inviting bed again and sigh in contentment. I strech on the comfy, soft surface wiggle my toes. It's 8.30! Its too good to be true.


Bathroom
I rub my eyes slowly, watching my reflection do excactly the same thing! How amusing! I stick out my tongue and waggle it. I cant find my comb, so my hairs a little sticky-upy.


I reach carefully for my toothpaste and give it a tiny squeeze. A blob of white appears from the Colgate Tube. Reaching for my toothbrush, i swipe the bit of paste off, and brush my teeth. Swipe. swipe swipe. Brush Brush Brush.


I then proceed to brush my tongue. Bit by bit, my mouth is finally, carfully de-contaminated. I move on to cleaning my face.



AND YES, I CLEAN MY FACE ALL GOOD.
ITS REALLY CLEAN AND EVERYTHING AND I CANT DO THIS ANYMORE. So.


I'll get on with it.


Morning, i play tennis with darlin' Francie and her weird dislike for tennis courts dry-rollers.


After which we watch 6 full episodes of Heros and rot away like the fat-arse couch potatos we are. (And i am now SMITTEN with Hiro Nakamura, the fishball-ey Japanese who's positively RADIATES innocent-ness and happiness(: )



Heres to normal days,
AND HOLIDAYS!


HAPPINESS ARE BLOOMING
ALL AROUND HER
DAFFODILS ARE SMILING
AT THE DOVES
-Jolly Holiday. Mary Poppin's Soundtrack.

Wednesday, October 31, 2007

Im tellin ya,
Kids these days are maturing too fast.
Yeah, so i might sound like some old ah-soh, but its true.

When i was 11, i thought Mary Hopkins belting out "Those Were The Days" on my father's "The Greatest Oldies 4" was the coolest thing on the Green Earth.

These days, 11 year olds know exactly what a blow job is.

If you'd asked me that when i was 11, i'd probably have said something like "its what the people in the salon do to your hair after they wash it!" Or something stupid like that.


And American kids have their hormones all out of whack too.

Like this kid at the Peter Pan drama.
She was about 6.

Girl: For my birthday, ah always wanted to go to Hollywood.

Friend: (who looked 5) Yeeeahhh! I wanna live in Beverly Hills and be a model who eats a grain of rice everyday, and pukes it out anyway. I wanna be like those sticks on TV, who backstab and scorn each other. I wanna be famous and marry a handsome, rich movie star!

Yeah. She didnt say all the Beverly Hill crap, but she did say she wanted to be FAMOUS AND MARRY A HANDSOME RICH MOVIE STAR.

Which i find absolutely unnerving, considering they are around the age where i still HAD PROBLEMS INVOLVING milk from bottles and peeing ..

But still! These kinda thoughts normally come to an average kid when they are about 12.

When i was 5, i wanted to marry a Prince, i wanted to be like the kids in Secrets of Droon who went into magical rooms and Magic Tree Houses. I wanted to kiss my elbow too see if i turned into a boy. I wanted to go camping, with rifles and guns with fantastical enchanted flutes. I wanted to be in the tent with my cookie monster and blankie.

I wanted to be happy, like a normal, 5 year old kids in Fantasy Land.

Incidentally, i had no idea what a Great Movie Star was. Neither did my mates, cause all we did all day was condition Barbie's hair, and had car races and conqured make believe villains and played "Kens who wore forever-stuck-on-beach-shorts marrying Barbies who wore forever-stuck-on-bikinis."

THEY'RE GROWING UP TOO FAST, I TELL YOU.
TOO FAST!


Phooey.
I'm gonna finish ALL my holiday homework by the end of this week! 'Magine the freeeeedom after that!

*Sigh*

As long as im dreaming, i want a younger version of Leonardo Decaprio with jet black hair with a funny and happy personality to make me laugh. And marry me. And not have a divorce after a few years, because we start to piss each other off, but lovelovelove each other till we die.

As long as im dreaming, that is.


THOSE WERE DAYS MY FRIEND
WE'D THOUGHT THEY'D NEVER END
-Those Were The Days. Mary Hopkins.

Monday, October 29, 2007

All mixed up in my head about what to take for Subj Combi.

So im not a very good decision maker.
I STILL DONT SEE WHY PEOPLE TAKE THIS SO LIGHTLY.

Gosh, i have no mood.

Anyway,
my brother makes a not-so-good Peter Pan.
Its amusing, really.

Muah.

IM SLIM SHADY
WONT THE REAL SLIM SHADY
PLEASE STAND UP
-The Real Slim Shady. Eminem

Thursday, October 25, 2007

Today i sit in the bus, and look out the window.

Buses with advertisements, taxis with advertisements, buildings with advertisements, shirts with advertisements, and yeah yeah yeah.

All the swingy hair females, and stand-up-lie-down-drop-dead-gorgeous, hunky male models, (like those Boss ads, sweeeet) plastered all over everywhere, every corner, every way you turn.

Its no wonder we all feel self conscious, no?
Ho.

Oh hear this.

:

A fisherman sits and smiles at the beautiful scenery and enjoys the cool sea breeze. A passerby walks pass.

Passerby: Why dont you catch some fish?

Fisherman: Why should i?

Passerby: Because if you do, then you can earn more money.

Fisherman: Whatever for?

Passerby: So, you can enjoy life, and be sit around all day and be comfortable. You can relax all day, and be a happy, fulfilled man.

Fisherman: What do you think im doing now?


Yeah.
Don't you think its the weirdest little story on earth?
It does put your life into a little perspective.

Can you believe i learn more from my CHINESE COMPRE PASSAGES than some of those so-called-inspirational book. Trust me, i read loads of them. Most of them load a pile of useless rubbish you already know into your head, and you get more confused and everything.

Course, there are a few wayyy cool ones.


URGENT.
BUY
SNG
FIESTA
TICKETS
FROM
ME!

FROM ME.
Hurry hurry hurry.
Tell me if you wanna come.

CAUSE MAYBE
YOURE GONNA BE THE ONE
THAT SAVES ME
Wonderwall. Oasis.

Tuesday, October 23, 2007

I AM CARA ♥

PILATAES DAYAYEAYE .
moving on
met a crazy woman at NTUC today.
started talking to herself suddenly.
OHOHS.
i need to tell you about amanda blankety.(or rag)
BLOOPS .

im really bored.
TAG MORE FOR OUR DEAR DEAR BROWN .


♥♥♥

Saturday, October 20, 2007

BIRTHDAY SONG

As part of my birthday present to my dear friend CARA for being a great birthday girl, i have composed a song for her.

It goes:

"Na na na na na na na
Na na na na naaaaaaa
Caraaaaaaaaa
Na na na nana na na na
Na na na na na na na"

Yeah.
Plus it totally suits her because she loves singing weird-made up tunes. So, the Na-na-nas go with anything.

A total plus, is the rhyming.
Innit cool!?
I didnt think it would rhyme so exquisitely.

CALL ME BARNEY.
BARNEY'S SONGWRITER.

Anyway.
I was gonna blog about the joys of cereal but im too bored.
Too bad.

Sigh,
we now will observe a moment of silence in respect for Madeline L'enge's death. The SECOND BEST ALL TIME AMAZING AUTHORS EVER WHO WROTE ALL MY FAVOURITE BOOKS.

I cant believe she's gone.
She'll never write again.

Ever.
Bah, its so sad i cant even think about it.

*sniff*

Go eat your sobert you weird little people.
Sobertsobertsobertsobert.

WE LOVE SOBERT.

Thursday, October 18, 2007

I was walking home today, and the park looked eerily impending and creepy.

I kept thinking of all those rape/murder articles in the newspapers.
Freaking out. Freaking out. Freaking out.

So i was thinking about what to do if i actually got ambushed.


To make sure my friends have these safety precautions in mind, i have compiled a few things to remember if you get attacked.

1. If you hear rustling bushes, DUCK.
WHY? They always strike from the side, and wonk you out with a huge merciless bat. And when you're out cold , you're as-good-as-dead. (although if they wanna rape you on the spot, they'll probably want you conscious. heh, sorry, just a side note.)

2. Try pretending you're a martial arts expert.
WHY? Then hopefully, after you strike a fake KungFu pose, youre attacker would get freaked out and get cold feet.

3. SCREAM.
WHY? Go figure.

4. Kick and scream.
Why? To get loose. Then RUN LIKE YOU'VE NEVER RUN BEFORE.


IF THERE ARE MORE THAN ONE ATTACKERS.

1. If surrounded, drop to your knees and crawl between one of their legs, and RUN. Then you keep running till you reach someone. Saved.

But you can't run faster than the perverts, trip over a rock and (only as a last resort) PLAY DEAD.

(Frankly, it would be better to have ketchup on hand 24/7, but since this is ultimately not possible, you just have to pretend you died from the fall.)

-End of "Guide to Getting Away (100% un-tested, Use at Own Risk)"-

Yeah well.
So its not very explicit.

But whos says im the pro at these things away.

Heh.

SHE BROKE MY HEART
I WANNA BE SEDATED
-Girl All The Bad Guys Want. Bowling For Soup.

Wednesday, October 17, 2007

Poof.
Im not a birthday-ish person.

Its just so upsetting, i dont know how to get things for other people. I buy totally silly things.

Yknow, my brother covers his ears when we sing the birthday song for him?
Its so cute.
Haha, hes so embarrased when he's center attention.



Now-i-have-to-go-do-math.
Poop.

Tuesday, October 16, 2007

The Wrong Books

In books, the girl and boy always meet in some elevator.
Then they'll meet someplace else.
Then, most of the time they find they fancy each other and dadadeedum, and off they riding into the sunset.

Something like-

Boy: I've seen you in the elevator.
Girl: Yeah whatever, i like you too.
*kiss*

Most of the time its something like that, only dragged out into a looong and unnecessarily pleasurable story.

But nothing like that happens in real life, does it?
NUH UH UH.

It doesnt. It doesnt. IT DOESNT. BARH. (Ohh. I hear Bugs Life. Love that show. Flick's like saying something about the colony and the bird and stuff)

You can meet some sweet guy in the elevator, and then *ding* and he's gone. You know you'll never see him again. So there. Boo for you, ha.

IM JUST SAYING IT HYPOTHETICALLY.
So i figure its either im 1, doing something wrong with my life, or 2, reading the wrong books.

I choose 2, because its easier to solve.




Moving on.

Okay?
I REALLY REALLY REALLY LIKE 'ME LOVE' by KINGSTON, his voice. Wheehoo. Been listening for like, 3 weeks non stop already. Not sick yet.

Lovelovelove it.
Why-why-you leave me.
I FEEL LIKE IM DROWNING IN THE OCEAN.

I just love it.
Dont you?

His voice is just so, SEX-AYE.
Really, deep and childish and stuff. I dunno, it just has some edge and appeal. Ser can do the imitation like real good. Its seriously amazing. NO KIDDING.

I WATCHED PRIDE AND PREJEDICE. In-Love-With-Darcy.

Now im freaaaaked about gettin into ah- JC.
(From Bing's comments. I'll say, that girl who was ranting in his page was RAWR , some tigeress.)

Ahwell.
I havent done work for like, 5 days.
I feel disgusting, my brain is collasping.
BUT HAHA IM FREE!

And plus, all those O'leveling now, push on, yeh?
DONT GIVVIT UP!
THINK AH WHATS AFTER IT ALL.

Goodness, im scared for them.
'Magine when its my turn.

Cant wait.


B-B-B-BABY I THINK IM GOING
C-C-C-CRAZY
WHY SHOULD I BE SANE
WITHOUT YOU
-Never be Lonely. The Feeling

Saturday, October 13, 2007

David.

He's that guy in the Bible.
He's that guy who shot the Goliath down.

He's that guy who IS THE SWEETEST LITTLE BOY ON EARTH.

Really.
David was this ubber angelic little kid i met today.
Everyone there was littler than 8, and they were all guys.

I was the rose among the thorns.
Heh.

ROSE AMONG THE THORNS.
Me.

DAVID
Anyway.
So David has these gorgeous, appealing-beautiful eyes, deep as the never-ending depths of the ocean. He's rapture, he's angelic, he's TO-DIE-FOR, THE CHARMING, HANDSOME DAZZALING BOY.

He has a sort of refined, uh, reserved and yknow, he's just so arresting.

Muah.

Really. His eyes are the most amazing ever. Shining, and swimming and bright.



There are so many children with so many different kinda personailties. Lets say, my brother. Hes DA LADIEE'S MAN.

All the girls his age are like, head over heels for him. (Unfortunately for them, he doesnt care)

"I hate girls"

My brother is also 7, and he is crazy, outgoing and always the center of attention, always speaking his mind, and always being is happy, mad, animated self.


DAVID, on the other hand, is a oblivious to people, hes running around most of the time, in his own little world. Curious eyes peering all over the place, finding things no one else knew about.

For example, today there were these bunch of beautiful flowers near the roof. The other guys were playing "hunt" inside, but David was outside looking around.

"Jie jie! Follow me please?"
(How can my weak personality resist such a plea?)

We wandered around, and David told me to look at the "pweety fluvwers". I told him There arent any, darlin'

Then i realised there were, up there on the roof.
And they were 'pweety' all right.

David, the observant, dashing boy with a Face Of Adonis and Eyes Like the Sea. beautiful and quiet. He quite reminds me of Francine.

They both are unnervingly STOIC.
Something i have been aiming to be since i knew that such a word exsisted.

Stoic: unaffected, indifferent; restrained

Sadly, im far from it.
Pleh.

YOU'RE SO HARDCORE.

Thursday, October 11, 2007

Today's Urban was the cooowlest.

The sexx-aye must-see underwear model.
Oh well, i really didnt know there were so many kinda underwears for men.

But now the first thing imma ask guys is "do you wear Jock-straps" and if they do i'll know that they are freaky, and i wont beable to stop thinking about that, and then i'll be really disgusted the whole time.

And that means we cant be friends because i'll be too preoccupied by the whole perverse-ness of it.

EUGRH.

Putting it simply,
JOCK-STRAPS ARE SICK.

I didnt actually know there was such an obscene undie thing for men, it like a manly G-string, just doesnt give you wedgies and everything.

Considering i hate G-strings, i hate jock straps.
Its so gay its freaky.



A brief (HAHAH sorr for the pun) intro on jockstraps.
They look something like a uhh-ehh, well i dunno.
If you take the normal undie and cut two huge holes at the place where the butt is supposed to be, and there you have it.

A jock-strap.

Yeah well, go read Urban today.
Unnervingly strange.

Movin on.
Today we went ice-skating and all da guys were like hitting on Nel cause she was wearing her skating leotard with this subber short skirt and the leggings, and she looked SWEEEET.

Plus she had her own skates, and she skated like a pro. Mainly, because she is a pro.

When i say hitting i do mean really hitting, or bumping. Whichever, cause there was this horizontally challenged boy, and he kept looking at her, and finally plucked the guts to go and accidentally-on-purpose knock onto her.

He failed though.
(what a loser,
sorry, but REALLY you poor boy)

HA. I always suceed when i try. BOO YOU.

Then i was dragging Serlin around, and shes like a worm i tellya, she wobbles like anything. Its funny. The in the end i fell on her and she neeeearly got herself a concussion, which might have been a good thing considering TRAINING BEGINS TOMORROW.


"kill me, please"


It is so EURGH-ISH because the form said it was starting next Wed, and I HAVE FREAKING PLANS. Well not really, but i am going to have FREAKING PLANS.

Anyway, i need to visit Francine cuz i have to see her play tennis with her boy-friends.

"Not boyfriends, mind you."

(thats what everybody says)


AND FRANCINE LIVES REALLY CLOSE TA'ME.

Its cool.

ZEN AND JAYYYYY!!!
Lovelove,

AND NOT just because of their ULTRA MEGATRONICAL cool names, also because they are sweet little sweeties, who are beautiful-cute but from Catholic High.

Not like i have anything against Cat High.
Really.

I WANNA GO WATCH THE ISLAND.
The cool clone show.

See ya.

EVERYONE LOVES EVCERYONE

Monday, October 08, 2007

Ive one word to sum-it-all-up.

FREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM.

Saturday, October 06, 2007

Ah well.


Yoga.
After reading all those creepy sites about how yoga is all cult-ish and un-Godly, i have decided to stop doin' it. That was really fast, considering i only started 4 days ago.

Sigh,
just when i thought i've found some way to stay fit whist sitting down and not movin' much. NOW ALL I HAVE IS RUNNING.

*Sniff*

Oh well then, today i read Reader's Digest about the plane crash 204, and parents who kill their own 2month old kids by backing their cars onto them, and not realising the "little hump" they have rolled over is their kid.

I was sittin there crying my eyes out for like, half an hour. (WELL SORRY I WASNT DOING MY CHINESE, BUT ITS ISNT AS FUN AS YOU WOULD THINK IT IS.)

I was sobbing and sniffing and everything, and i felt so mushy. Its just so sad how people do these kinda things, and it really makes you question why they happen.

And thats a stupid question too, because questioning such things is such being idiotic.

Because you know you wont get much of an answer or anything, so it completely defeats the whole purpose of it anyway.

BARH.

So, ive decided that people die for a reason. No sense in questioning why. Just leave it up to God. And everything.

Oh boy, but LEMME JUST TELL YOU, the stories were REEEAAALLY touching. I dont cry easy, oh-kay? They were so pathetically sad, so upsettingly down-age. It makes you wanna shrivel up because you're like all

"GOD, FORGIVE ME FOR BEING SO LUCKY"

because there are people out there who have lost their husbands in airplane-wrecks on their honeymoon (imagine the devastation) and their little 2 year old kids.

And the surreal suffocating guilt a father must be feeling after he runs over his beautiful, beloved child.

Its just so , so so, so sad.

Which makes me feel all guilty again.

AHWELL.
The trick is to do something about it. No sense mooching around about it yeah?
SO YKNOW WHAT, IM GONNA HAVE TO TELL EVERYONE I KNOW TO CHECK BEFORE THEY REVERSE.

Pass it on. Really.
Maybe you'll make a difference.

"Go forth and multiply."

ONE LAST CALL FOR ALCOHOL
SO FINISH YOUR WHISKY
OR BEER
-Closing Time. Semisonic

Friday, October 05, 2007

I DONT BELIEVE IT!

Malaysia and Indonesia are fighting over a FREAKING SONG!

Dont believe it.
Dont believe it.

SERIOUSLY DONT BELIEVE IT.

Rasa Sayang.

(I always thought it was called "Rasa Sayang Eh"

Yknow it goes something like,
"Rasa Sayang Eh
Rasa sayang sayang EH"

I still remember listening to that, i loved it! I used to watch the Teletubbies Singalong vids, they used to show the song, and i used to sing along too.

But that was a long time ago when people didnt think Teletubbies were a bunch of eerie freaks and got so stupidly scared of them.

DOES MALAYSIA AND INDONESIA HAVE NOTHING ELSE BETTER TO DO THAN FIGHT OVER A SONG WHICH BABIES SING ALONG TO!!??

Ptooeyy.
I wipe my hand of these rubbish.

Moving on, to more interesting and happy things (because our world is filled with so much more joyous beginnings and sweet endings.)

Word of The Day:
Prevalent
Meaning: Common

Oh plus, i have a new obsession. Actually A FEW new obsessions.

1. Yoga
2."Walking on Sunshine"(Katrina and the Waves version)
3. HAKUNA MATATA
4. Cute With Chris- Show.
5. Podcasts!!! (of almost everything)
6. BEING A HAPPY PERSON.

Yeah.
Yoga is a cool hobby. If you think about it, its better than most sports because you wont get like BULGING DISGUSTING MANLY leg or arm muscles, just a cool lean bo-daye.

So it hurts like crap sometimes, but who cares, its kinda cool anyway.

And your balance improves, and you can relax and and you become a more calm and collected person. WHOA, like cool or what.

Watch CUTE WITH CHRIS.
He's probably the most un-cute guys i've ever seen, his slams are the scariest things ever, BUT HES MEGATRONICALLY FUNNY.

Really. His stupid talking horse and pet animals are the weirdest things ever. I was hooked for like over 30 episodes. ITS THE FUNNIEST THIANG EV-VAH.

Really really.
Go here to watch http://www.cutewithchris.com//

So well.
Heh.

I go cycling with Srn to-day too.
She has no bike and thus she freeloads off the back of mine.

I've never rode anyone before and its scary as anything.
Sirin grabs my waist for her life.

We remind her of the lesbian movie she watched of Rainie Yang and a butch. So she grips my shoulder instead.

IT MEANS NO WORRIES
FOR THE REST OF YOUR DAYS!
ITS A PROBLEM FREE
PHILOSOPHY
-Hakuna Matata. Lion King

Tuesday, October 02, 2007

Today we dedicate for our dear friend
Christy C.

A child of pure mind and heart, Please, give her comfort. Please. Please please please.

Thank you.

And the 2 things we learnt today:

1. Move fast. (Smash and throw.eg Serlin)


2. Shit happens.

It does, you know.
We just have to move on.

And thats life for you.

Sunday, September 23, 2007

As an avid blogger, i believe in Birthday Blogging.

Yes.
Birthday Blogging is ultimately essential.
When im old an weak and trembling in my knees, i'll read what i felt like when i was a kid. I'll read about what a Birthday meant to me in those young and glorious days.

Then i'll reminisce about my childhood, about those innocent days, while i think about how insignificant birthdays are to me now. I'll rememeber those warm happy days, when i sit on my bed with the laptop on my knobbly knees and sigh with contentment.

Maybe i'll be alone, maybe i'll be with a old wrinkled man. Haha. That'll be really funny. I cant imagine that. Perhaps i'll be great, a oldwoman who changed the world. *Grin*

Ohwell.

Myabe we'll all be dead, though.
Maybe the scientists are all mistaken.
Myabe a flood is impending.

The world would be a piece of nothingness again.

Plucky.

Sunday, September 16, 2007

Word Of The Day
:Jihad
Meaning- Holy struggle in Arabic, Jihad has also been applied to offensive, aggressive warfare.

Im currently into Jihad and al-Qaeda, and terrorism stuff. Scary stuff, they things they believe. Its so freaky its quite interestingly horrifying.

Bah.

Today i go to the park again, and the playground isnt that shiny, so i climb the spiderweb and meet a new cutie darling sweetie. No idea what his name is, hes Eurasian, i think, cause his mom is Chinese, but his cute little mop of hair is bleached almost blonde-white.

Hes as outright as Jonathan Michael Parker who i miss to bits, sigh. Said 'you stink' when i said "I'll reach the top b'fore ya!". Lil' monkey. Then he became nicer after i asked him how his hair got so pretty, and he told me

"do'y believe im only 5yrs old?"

Apparently, he hasnt been looking in the mirror very often.
He is tiny.

And i want my Lit book to be Twelth Night. So in love with that play. Bah. And the MTV version of Romeo and Juliet is fantastic. Lovelovelove it. Di Caprio is hot-hot. Should i say was. That version was filmed before he did Titanic.

The Leonardo DeCaprio is now alittle to old for me.
Sigh. But in those days, he was, DEVASTATINGLY BEAUTIFUL AND GORGEOUS.


And now my new fetish is Alice in Wonderland, cause the stuff the Cheshire Cat, Mad Hatter and the other characters say are surprisingly philosophical.

"Would you tell me, please, which way I ought to go from here?"
"That depends a good deal on where you want to get to," said the Cat.
"I don't much care where –" said Alice.
"Then it doesn't matter which way you go," said the Cat.


*Swoon*
Hes so cool.

And Mad Hatter is rushing everywhere, but he is going, nowhere. Depicts people nowadays, rushing around for also, nothing very much. Due to hectic lifestyles, we dont know how to relax and enjoy.

Lewis Carroll is amazing.

In lovelovelove.
I gonna watch it again after the exams again.
Cant waaaaait.


SOMEWHERE OVER THE RAINBOW
WAY UP HIGH
-Over The Rainbow.

Friday, September 14, 2007

Its been ages.

My moms practicing her speech for tommorow, shes got this speech to make at the Planting Club thingy at Lbd Park. Shes Chairman or something, so shes gotta do it. I SO wanna go, i mean, planting shrubs all over the place, getting messy, muddy and so totally fun,
WHO WOULDNT WANNA GO!?

But ohhoh, the poor pathetic me has to go back to school, for some crazed HSK thiangey. Blurb. WHy would anyone wanna know their Chinese standard anyway? I can pay a depressionist to do that for me.

BAH.
I could be rolling around in mud, yelling and screaming in the warmth of the morning sun, i can watch the beach, i can see the sea, i can give back to society and plant some trees.

BUT NOOOOOOOOOOOOO. I HAVE TO BE IN SCHOOL.
*Sob Of Extream Sadness*

And i think SL hates me. Hates me hates me hates me to the core. WHAT HAVE YOU AGAINST ME. TELL ME! When did i ever offend you, oh great one. All i wanted to do was drink some water.

Im truly trying.


MOVING ON SWIFTLY.
Lets not dwell on unplesant things.
The world is made up of so much more brighter beginnings, and glorious ends.

Dad bought a ubercool video cam, and got some ultrecool stuff for free. I mean, buy a VidCam and get a free cam stand, and a free dry store and a free DVD recorder.

Good deal.
I mean, throw in the lot, BAYBEE.

Currently in the camcorder, theres my mom making her speech and my dad making noises in the background to show his support. Like "WHOOHOOOOO. GOGOGOGO" and flashing his camera flash at her for effect.

And theres the video of the last time we went to the park. I looked like crap. Having your swing-style recorded is probably one of your life's most perverse moments.

Cover your eyes! Obscenities!
I was practically flying up, almost went 180 degrees and my legs were wide open. Today the camcorder. Its was kinda startling.

And i am so not melodramatic.
SO NOT.

FIRST YOU SAY YOU WONT
THEN YOU SAY YOU WILL
YOU KEEP ME HANGING ON
-Jenny. Click Five.

Tuesday, September 11, 2007

Bill Gate's name is William Henry Gates III.

The world's most largely comsumed fruit is the mango.

Eating apples everyday reduce risk of cancer.

Naps make you happier and brighter.

Devastating is a wayy cool word.

Speaking Chinese all the time winds me up.

When adults get real mad at other adults, its kinda scary.
(And i dont mean mother-father-pissed-off-at-each-other kind of angry)


Yeah well.
Dunno why im saying all these.
It must be some form of release.

Humans nowadays are full of skepticsm.

Its kinda sad.

Oh well.

TODAY THE SKY IS REALLY BLACK.
Its like, not in a good mood.
Dragging everyone down with it.

Its just all a little depressing.

But stand on the mountians, watch the sunset, go airboarding, and play in playgrounds, and wade in spings, jump in the sprinklers, and everything.

Or you could hug people, and lovelovelove yout brother with all your soul and heart and lovelovelove love so darn much, because even though hes sick hes just such a amazingly sweet boy, whos so very dear and darling to me.

*bah*

Monday, September 10, 2007

I am most disgusted.

SO the news was shocking at first, but its get really old after all this while.

Plus the rumours about she having sent the photos to Drake Bell my all-time-favourite disney star. Thats horrible too. Dont drag him into this crap, please.

S'matter of fact, i dont see the point of this HUGE HUBALOO about it. Rumours about kicking her out of the 3rd Musical, pictures that were circulated, crap about Drake, and all that.

Why do i feel so annoyed? I do.

Vanessa is a normal 18 year old teenager with raging hormones and all that, so she was feeling alittle flirtatious and a tad but horny then, but shes apologized hadnt she? Shes said sorry, in front of everyone, shes faced up to it, shes admitted it all.

Shes a brave girl. Really.
Not many teenagers now a days would do that. Most would die of shame, or just hide away inside the little hole of their house, throwing everything they did away.


Disney's "Vanessa has apologized for what was obviously a lapse in judgment. We hope she's learned a valuable lesson."

Pissed me off a whole lot.

Learned a valuable LESSON?!

Yeah, so
-maybe the lesson she learnt was NEVER TO TRUST THOSE HORRIBLE BACKSTABBER FRIENDS WHO SO SHAMELESSLY SOLD HER OFF FOR WHAT MUSTA BEEN A GINOURMOUS AMOUNT OF MONEY.

Its was their fault.

And cant everyone just give her a break, the poor kid must be so devastatingly embarrassed and horrified. Its disgusting how much media this has attracted.

The world is turning off its axis, new species of insects are being found everyday, cures for cancer are almost complete, global warming is imminent, and sadly, all everyone can do is spread rumours about Hudgeons.

Welcome to the world,
onward we march to our future.
Im in the school computer lab right now, and Cara and very very busy playing Happy Land Adventures, collecting little happy landers, and giving a running commetary, and once in a while sighing that 'Aw, no more lives' and 'ahhr, im trapped!' and stuff like that.

Andrea sits by her side, her loyal advisor.
"You can go down there!" "Aww its okay, you can get more lives". "Calm down!"

I think Andrea would make a good mommy.

I would play Happy Land Adventures, but due to horrible tough luck, my computer is a piece of crap which cant load it. Which is why i resort to blogging with this stupid keyboard.

This stupid keyboard, is really suckky.
Why is the "@" symbol not the "@" button, but the " " " button? Can you imagine tying to type that very sentence, which i just did? How much effort i musta used.

I dont really understand what i just said.
But thats life.

So anyway, the keyboard is all stupid and hard to press, so i cant do the fast typing thingy, cause then i press too lightly, and then i miss out letters, so word become like, funny and worngish.

So i have to backspace and retype everything.


Cara has exclaimed that she has given up because she keeps fallin off the ledges.

Advisor has taken her place to play.

Schools nearly out, GOTTA RUN

SEE YA

Saturday, September 08, 2007

School is impending.

I can feel it my bones.
Jerk jerk, jerky jerk.

And yknow when old women say my bones are getting creaky, its gonna rain soon. Its fake. And you know how they say reading in dim light destroys your eyes? Thats fake too. And you know when they say lots and lots of other things, those are fake too.

Moral of story:
Dont believe everything you hear.

So. Anyway.
My cousins come over to-day.
Its a fun day, i have tuition with Alvin, and then i have a HUGE SPREAD lunch with chicken rice and roasted duck and sotongballs, and my cousins are over. Angelica, and Diqing and Difong and Yida kor kor.

Its kinda sad cause Diqing has holidays now, hes in Poly, see. And i tried to suggest place for him to find work last week when we were at the temple, but he -VERY UNGRACIOUSLY- said they were ALL not very suitable.

Hes got a job already. No thanks to me, apparently.

Oh poo. Now he cant bring me out to get LAST YEAR'S birthday present for me which we have dragged till now. But of course, this year, hes finally got his licence. He can drive me! Which would make things alot easier.

And now thinking about it, my birthday's almost here! 16 more days. Thats seriously fast! WHOOOAA. Then we can go and get a DOUBLE present for me plus a bonus for the uberlateness of it.


Those years ago, a great number of mommies musta been really busy giving birth. This month, its Frances's, Eve's, Jennifer, and my birthday. Plus a few others.. please, you guys, if i've forgotten your birthday, tell me. IM BEGGING YOU, TELL ME.

I think its very important to remind people that your birthday is almost here. Because, you're gonna save them from inflicting self depression when they forget your birthday. WHICH is a very easy thing to do, counting on how many people they actually know.

And your not-so-good-short-term memory.

I have new FBTs by the way.
Cause my school blue ones are really furry since every single time i go biking or jogging i wear it. OMG, i havent exercised in 2 days! Im gonna grow fat and ballooooon up like a great arsed pig. ARGH.


I have never not exercised in 2 days!
Its so weird.
Its so free.
Its so UNEXHAUSTING!

Fly birdie FLY!

And my brother doesnt dare to say 'my wife'.

Cause we were asking him what he wanted to name his kids, and he said "Pootpoot for the girl, and Patrick Starfish for the guy."

Then he said, "but then my..myy...w..my..wi... the woman might not want."

Haha.
Oh-to-be-young-again:)

WHEN THE NIGHT HAS COME
AND THE LAND IS DARK
AND THE MOON IS THE ONLY LIGHT
WE'LL SEE
-Stand By Me.

Friday, September 07, 2007

Word of the day:
Ballyhoo
Meaning: Brashness and flamboyant

Frankly, i think i say 'frankly' alot too much.
Ohboy, and i have a theory, which is "too much of anything is not good."

Its proven.
Really.

I mean, think about it, even overload of fruits, gives ya some kinda too-much-pesticide-cancer thingy. Or veggie. Too much veggie will make your poo all green and veggie bits-ish. Granted, its not bad, but who wants green poo anyway.

My mom took leave to-day.
Morning, we went to the park to cycle and i met a new friend, called Xerxes who is the cutest thingy on earth. His small little shaved head was cute nice to touch and he was riding this quaint little bike with those two support wheels thing. Are those called tricycles?

And he goes to Marymount Kindergarten! OMG, how coincidental is THAT?! Whoa, i was bubbling away about how i am a old girl from there. And he rode so slowly that i could CRAWL faster, but it was worth it.

Me: How old are you this year?
Boy: (Proudly) Im 4!
Boy: (Sticks out 3 fingers)
Me: Thats 3 sweetie.
Boy: Oh.. yeah. I know.

His sweetness made up for everything.
Such beautiful innocence.

Then went all the way to Expo.
Book fair over there, wasnt gonna miss it.

Then i forgot to bring my clip to hold my fringe up, and my eyes were stinging, and i had no mood to look for books, because i had to keep FLIPPING my hair. And i looked liked some crazed emokid. Then after about 15 minutes of complaining, i got a brainwave of holding my hair up with my specs pushing it all up.

So the specs was on the top of my head, looking like some weird, wrong sunglasses. But then i felt so much better i didnt really care.

Got about 6 books, but not gonna read em till after exam...

*Sigh*







REALLY!

Ohwell.
I stomped on a man's foot today, in the train. The train jerked, for the about 11 time, and this time i totally lost control and fell backwards, stomping real hard on a foot behind me.

The face that looked upon me was full of loathe and disgust. Ah crud. I said was apologizing so profusely that i didnt realise that people were watching.

It was not until today did i then realise i had such cruddy balance.
Heh.

Going for a church rally soon.
LATER!

Quote of The Day:
THE NICE THING ABOUT BEING A CELEBRITY
IS THAT WHEN YOU BORE PEOPLE,
THEY THINK THAT ITS THEIR FAULT.
-Henry Kissinger

Thursday, September 06, 2007

Word of The Day
: Tessellate
Meaning: To decorate with mosiacs

(To tell you the truth, ive always thought tesselate was to add dimensions. Blame it on Madeline L'Engle's "A Wrinkle in Time". Thus this revalation came as quite a shock. I just thought to share it with fellow Madeline L'Engle fans)

So.
Its been a long time.

Oh well.

Some quick updates.
My breathing life has taken a turn for the worse, i have taken to scotch-taping my mouth with surgical tape so i will refrain from breathing through my mouth.

(I've read enough articles about the side effects of breathing through your mouth. Its dangerous, man.)

Sadly, it has proved unsuccessful, like seriously. I dunno why, but the tape keeps slipping off. I think my mouth is really stubborn. But then again, if you think about it, those kidnappers will have a hard time shutting me up.

Oh, yeah, i realised, you can burp with your mouth taped shut. Really really! Its super cool. There was a huge one sufacing, and i was about to rip em' off, but then i burped anyway.

SO, anyway.
This is the number 1 top excuse for coming late for work.

"I dreamt i was fired, so i didnt get up"

And this is the number one April Fool's day trick.

Customers turned up at Burger King and actually ordered a Left Handed Whopper, the new burger, entirely indentical to the orginal, cept that its condiments allegedly rotated 180 degrees to better serve left-handed consumers.

Oh yeah.
And i was doing my chinese comp, about my most treasured present. The whole thing was a pack of lies, and im not afraid to admit it.

Why?
Because our homework, out interviews, our reflection, are lies. Frankly, if we dont lie, we probably will fail all our compre reflections parts, and oral and get dissed at interviews and wont get far in life.

If a bigshot successful businessman tells me he never lied before, then i'll ask him what he is doing now.

For sure hes lied before.

But a pretty way of calling it would be
-Fabricating.

I suppose our whole life is a fabricated story, and the author is ourselves. People always say "be yourself! BE YOURSELF!"

Frankly, if it were such an easy thing to do, then everyone would do it.

Because i tell you somlemnly, our lifes is a huge act, a huge show. Its only how well you want to act, and if you want to act as the good guy, or the villain. There is no such thing as being yourself. No one knows what 'Themselves' are. They create themselves. They grow. They decide, they WRITE THEIR OWN STORY, and then go along.


You can only tell what kind of a person someone is when they are on their deathbed. People constantly change. Lifes like that.

AND THE NUMBER 1 PHRASE TO PASS ON TODAY
: Practice Random Kindness and Senseless Acts of Beauty

Senseless acts of beauty spread:
A man plants dafodils along the roadway. In Seattle, a man appoints himself a one-man vigilante sanitation service and roams concrete hills collecting litter in a super market cart. In Atlanta, a man scrubs grafatti from a park bench.

You cant smile without cheering yourself up a little- likewise, you cant commit a random kindness without feeling as though your own have lessened, if only because the world has become a slightly better place.

And you cant be the recipient without feeling a shock, a plesant jolt. If you were those rush hour drivers and you found that your fare has been paid by some unknown person in front of you, who knows what you might to inspired to do for someone else?

Wave at someone on the road? Smile, and grin happily at a tired hazzled businesswoman? Or something larger? And greater? Let it spread, with a single act. Let the act be yours.