Monday, July 30, 2007

THE PAST

The triathelon is over,
now you can call me a TRIATHELETE!

Like, after the whole thing i puked my guts out, all the stuff i ate in the morning was visible, plus the water i guzzled on the way, and the salt water i choked on.

And yeah, the swiming part nearly killed me, the cycling was mentally draining, i didnt know where we were gonna stop, and my thighs were so numb i couldnt really feel them. Then the running was hell, and the cheery people at the sidelines were pissing me off.

Then, in the end, some guy and girl smoshed this huge freezing sponge on my head, and i had a huge shock, and started to go faster. Then in the end, i probably pushed mysllf too hard, and i puked.

And boy, i had never ever done this long distance kinda thing before. Seriously. I most i ever did, continuously? 2.4, for NAPFA.

But of course, i met 2 amazing guys, like ZEN and JAY. Arent their names the coolest thing youve ever hear? They are the sweetest little bowbeenis ever. Zen's some shy little thing and Jay is so Jayjay-ish.

And Janet hurt her leg and stopped after swimming and she got to see RI/RJC guys with smexy-abs a=when it was their turn. Man, the hottest thing i saw over there was the popcorn.


THE PRESENT

Oh, and today i got bitten by an ant. It hurt like crap cause i never got bitten by an ant before. I always though it hurt like shit, cause the doctos always say "This will feel like an ant bite" when they wanna poke their needles into ya.

But turns out, it was okay. I was yelling and everything, cause the stupid ant was the hugest i'd ever seen. And then some old woman on the bike was like sniggering. Seriously? THE ANT WAS REALLY HUGE, OKAY.

Oh chhebs, i have ta go bathe.
TA

I COULD TELL SHE LIKED ME
FROM THE WAY SHE STARED
AND THE WAY SHE SAID
YOU MISSED A SPOT OVERE THERE
-Stacy's Mom. Fountains Of Wayne

Thursday, July 26, 2007

CELEBRATING 300 POSTS!

300 is such a nice, big number.
Lovely lovey loveeely.

The 7 oclock show is the nicest show ever. But stupid Dinosaur is being a hugely stupid goodlooking blockhead and liking Wenya instead of the cool girl who stands on her head and gets drunk on chocolate.

I find it unbelievingly unfair how they drag people on like that, We all know, that they'll end up together, (THEY BETTER) and everything. But why do we watch it anyway? Its a huge waste of time. WHY, DO I DO SOMETHING THAT IS A WASTE OF TIME?

Its like guilty pleasure, but its just so nice to watch goodlooking people struggle with love.

Today, me and Cra and Serlin do the poster thing. We draw on the furry traslucent clothy thingy and rub till theres holes. Serlin is the coolest thing ever, she CRIES when she laughs, its so damn funny.

We were laughing an laughing and absolutely stupid things like the thunder and the Earth's Legs and all sorts of dumb things. And then Serlin started to tear and she had to take off her specs ot wipe her eyes, and it was so funny i nearly choked on my spit.

Yeah...today's art class was the most fun ever.

i went to the MRT station to collet my Harry Potter book from YeeYee and it was kinda amusing, cause i was freezing in the shuttle bus, and on the way back there was this uber goodlooking guy with a Harry Potter book and his balance was the worst thing ever, and he fell on me and i had to help him up cause, like, yknow, my balance is the best in the world.

Yeah right.

So well, maybe i fell on him, but it s'not my fault the bus was swerving like some mad police car on the tail of a terrorist or something. And he tried to help me up, but he couldnt cause his hands were full.

So i just grinned and said sorry sorry sorry. Plus, he kept STARING at my BoboFuntime tee. Keep looking kid, HAVE YOU NEVER SEEN A GIRL WEARING A BOBO FUNTIME SHIRT BEFORE?

Its one of my favorite shirts, cause my brother has the same one. So we match sometimes. And plus, it describes Bobo's day from the morning to his Funtime in COLOURFUL illustration and its so cute.

Oh yeah, and I GOT MY HARRY POTTER BOOK! Heh, Its so new and pretty, i cant bear to open it. Like, its the only book in my house which is creaseless and i wanna, like encase it cause it looks so fresh and clean.

The triathalon is drawing to a close, I CANT WAIT!

See ya later, alligator!

IM JUST A KID OF 4
EACH DAY I GROW SOMEMORE
I LOVE EXPLORING
IM CAILLIOU
-Caillou Theme Song

Tuesday, July 24, 2007

I realise, that blogging might be taking over my life, because the few days that i didnt, i felt so empty and defenseless and wrong.

Or maybe im just imagining things, or maybe im just PMSing.

Today, i see a old man on a motorbike, and he looks real funny and round looking and cute and weird. Then i see him lookng so i give him "The What Are You Looking At Face" and he almost falls off his bike and looks away and covers his face.

Its so funny i almost die of laughter. HAHAHAHA.

Then i see a couple in uniform embracing whilst walking. WHO THE HECK EMBRACES WHILE WALKING? Its just so wrongly difficult. Not like i've tried it or anything. This is plainly a outsiders point of veiw.

The guy had his arms around the girl from the back and the girl was holding his arms. And they were like nuzzling each other. In plain view of everyone. And they were WALKING at the same time. Big feat?

I guess not, when you're head over heels in infatuation with someone.

Notice infatuated. I dont believe in the love at first sight thing. Its just all wrong. People LEARN to love they dont LOVE at first sight. The love at first sight thing? Its INFATUATION at first sight.



Ahnyway, today have a volleyball match and guess we totally OWNED them all, no thanks to me, though. I mostly stood there and yelled. I tried to dig a incoming ball back, but it was so head-on, i ran away.

My group SO TOTALLY kicked ass. Wanying and Frances are amaaazing servers, and the rest of us just stand around and cheer. Which proves my point of our volleyball match being "Serve and Win"

Ohyeah, plus, we watched a clip about this amazing guy, whos so utterly empowered by faith, that he forgave the man who burnt him into a mass of unreconisable flesh with hardly any skin and ran away.

And in court, after the kid had grown up, charred, without fingers and toes and hair and face marred and skin uneven but INTERNALLY BEAUTIFUL, they found the truck driver who caused the accident and the fire.

And guess what the guy said?
"I wanna pray for you. Here is a prayer i made for you" And then he reads out this prayer. IN COURT! On the stand where he's expected to say something real mean to the guy who intentionally caused a fire that scarred him for life!

But it was so touching, i was crying and crying and crying and crying, and hoping and hoping that they would dry off before the lights came back on.

And now hes married to a stunning lady, whos really pretty. And i cant say how happy i am for him. Really really really happy.


And our sports trip is gonna be at some Quota Thingy place with a 4POSTER BED and a swimming pool and a resort and EVERYTHING. Its gonna be heaven. WHAAAAAAAAAAAA!HAHAHAHAHAHA!

And im KRONK!
They guy who talks squirrel! Say hello to KRONK!
K-U-Z-C-O!
KUZCO KUZCO, GOGO!
Say the Kuzco cheer!

I REALLY MISS YOUR
HAIR IN MY FACE
AND THE WAY YOUR INNOCENCE TASTE
-Hinder. Better Than Me

Tuesday, July 17, 2007

WHOOSH!

Okay, okay.
Lemme teach you what to do if you have NOTHING TO WEAR! Like, really. And in your cupboard there is nothing but old and raggedy clothes that you feel sick to wear again, and you really just cant be bothered to pick something, like you always do, and throw clothes that you think dont suit you around and be sad that you arent cool enough to be able to look amazing in everything.

And the word cupboard is really freaking me out. Like i just realised. Cup Board. Cup board. Cup-board! Cupboard.

Moving on swiftly.
Shut your eyes real tight, and dont peek. DONT PEEK.

Rummage through your clothes but dont mess them up unless you want to put them all back. Sing the alphabet and jump up and down, with your eyes STILL SHUT. Recite the multiplication's table from 1 to 12 and stand on your head. Do NOT open your eyes.

Finally, grab a piece of clothing and open your eyes. WHAAALAA!
And there you have it. A top!

Repeat the steps for your bottom.

Of course, you have to promise yourself you wont change the clothes no matter how bad they look. Cause you have to! Else there's really no point, and youre back to square one.

Even if its a shirt with a huge picture of your mom on it or something. Although i'd wonder why you have it in the first place.

Meanwhile...
My brother is being polluted so badly. I cant stand it! He's watching South park, that disgusting show. Horrid. I'd stop him, but then i'd get bitten and scratched and everything. So i'd rather not. In any case, he'd start watching it anyway. Its just growing up, right?

Its only how fast you grow up.

And in what way you choose to grow up.

AND FANN WONG DIDNT BREAK UP WITH CHRISTOPHER! Which is weird. I would have, how heartless could that guy get?

We watch Hilt er kill the Jews in some show yesterday. Genocide, it really sucks. How disgusting of those Germans, how bloody merciless and pointless.

They killed approx. 6million Jews. 6 MILLION. Thats like, 5 times Singapore's population. HOLOCAUST, what a horrid time for the Jews, and how perverted can Hitler get, that ##$%^&$%^&*$%^&*.

Yeah, killing can be forgiven of you're not in the right mind, not metally sane. But not when you, as i quote Hitler

"Rational anti-Semitism, by contrast, must lead to a methodical and political struggle against, and finally a suppression of, the privileges the Jews enjoy over foreigners living among us. It is crowing objective, however, must be the total EXTERMINATION of all Jews."

Rational.
RATIONAL!

How sick can a man be?
How can killing 6 million people be RATIONAL?

Horrifying, disgusting, horribleness.

The guy is a total brain washer. CULT LEADER. Mass murderer.

Should watch how they torture the poor Jews.
NO ONE WITHOUT BLUE EYES AND BLONE HAIR SHALL LIVE!! Insane.

"I'd inject you're eyeballs with blue, id shave off your hair, i shall DEHUMANIZE you, because i am a sadistic, stupid shortass murderer, who is insane, sick in the mind and should die 6million painful deaths. I will kill the children, separate men from women, use Jews for target practice. Oh, im so cool."

So i think, Where Is The Love, is a very beautiful song.
Yknow, its kinda what i wanna say.

WHERE IS THE LOVE?

What's wrong with the world mama?
People living like aint got no mamas
I think the whole worlds addicted to the drama
Only attracted to the things that bring you trauma
Overseas yeah we tryin to stop terrorism
But we still got terrorists here livin
In the USA the big CIA the Bloodz and the Crips and the KKK
But if you only have love for your own race
Then you only leave space to discriminate
And to discriminate only generates hate
And if you hatin you're bound to get irate
Yeah madness is what you demonstrate
And that's exactly how anger works and operates
You gotta have love just to set it straight
Take control of your mind and meditate
Let your soul gravitate to the love y'all

People killing people dying
Children hurtin you hear them crying
Can you practice what you preach
Would you turn the other cheek?
Father Father Father help us
Send some guidance from above
Cause people got me got me questioning
Where is the love?

It just ain't the same all ways have changed
New days are strange is the world the insane?
If love and peace so strong
Why are there pieces of love that don't belong
Nations dropping bombs
Chemical gases filling lungs of little ones
With ongoing suffering
As the youth die young
So ask yourself is the loving really strong?
So I can ask myself really what is going wrong
With this world that we living in
People keep on giving in
Makin wrong decisions
Only visions of them livin and
Not respecting each other
Deny thy brother
The wars' going on but the reasons' undercover
The truth is kept secret
Swept under the rug
If you never know truth
Then you never know love

Where's the love y'all?(I don't know)
Where's the truth y'all?(I don't know)
Where's the love y'all?

People killing people dying
Children hurtin you hear them crying
Can practice what you preach
Would you turn the other cheek?
Father father father help us
Send some guidance from above
Cause people got me got me questioning
Where is the love?

I feel the weight of the world on my shoulder
As I'm getting older y'all people get colder
Most of us only care about money makin
Selfishness got us followin the wrong direction
Wrong information always shown by the media
Negative images is the main criteria
Infecting their young minds faster than bacteria
Kids wanna act like what the see in the cinema
Whatever happened to the values of humanity
Whatever happened to the fairness and equality
Instead of spreading love, we're spreading anomosity
Lack of understanding, leading us away from unity
That's the reason why sometimes I'm feeling under
That's the reason why sometimes I'm feeling down
It's no wonder why sometimes I'm feeling under
I gotta keep my faith alive, until love is found

People killing people dying
Children hurtin you hear them crying
Can you practice what you preach
Would you turn the other cheek?
Father Father Father help us
Send some guidance from above
Cause people got me got me questioning

WHERE IS THE LOVE?
-Where is The Love. Black Eye Peas

Sunday, July 15, 2007

I just sneezed on the laptop. I hope it doesnt blackout halfway.

Anyway, i go swimming downstairs today. And Wan Ning tells me that the last time they swam, this Ang Moh guy pushed her sister away cause he was swimming laps and everything. The her father went to the guy and said Hey why did you push my kid.

And then the guy goes
I am protecting her from my hands and my swimming fins.

And Wan Ning does this accent which is really cool. And funny. We laugh till i cry. Then she does the "My brother is going on journey, i wvant to wish him good luck. 5 birds please." accent and i laugh till i sink into the water.

Wan Ning is sure cool for a 9 year old.

We roll around in the water and i swim 6 laps.

Its kinda fun, though i wish there was someone my age. Everyone around the block are 12 years old and younger. Its kinda sad that way.

They tell me a Spongebob story.
Spongebob ate lots of onions and everyone he talked to ran away, and he was real sad. So Patrick tried to cheer him up by telling him a story. There once was a barnacle who was real ugly. He was so ugly he died.

OMG, isnt Patrick the stupidest thing you can ever find? And he is so stupid and cute, like London from Suite Life.

In the morning, im at COP and we discuss about our Maybe Survival Camp at either Pulau Ubin or some camp place which name i forget. HOO boy, i cant wait, its like, how fun! Cook your own food, pee in holes, make silly fires with wet stones, sleep with the bugs, and the stars and friends.

And sing nice nice songs about LOVE GOD.

Dalston is organising it, but he dont wanna be OIC. Which i learnt, means Overall In Charge. WAYY cool.

CANT WAIT CANT WAIT! YIPPPPPEEEE.
And ooosh, i havent done my LLab work!
Bah.

DO YOU KNOW WHAT IT FEELS LIKE
LOVING SOMEONE
WHOS IS A RUSH TO THROW YOU AWAY
-Do You Know. Enrique Iglesias

Saturday, July 14, 2007

Today i was moshing around being sad.
Cause i cant start right, which really sucks.

I dont see why, but i just cant.
And y'see, if i dont start right, and Chums cant pass the baton to me, the team goes downnn together with me. And then we all go down, and guess whose fault it will be.

Even though i think, HEY I THINK THAT WAS RIGHT,
then everyone says nono, too slow.

And now my moms being all mommyish, which she wasnt last night. I really hate it. Shes threatening to bann computer again, and shes being real not nice.

Which, is not the right time.

I am in a cruddy mood now.
Gah.

Plus, i know that its not fair for me to be so upset about such stupid and insignificant things, because i can control them. Its not like, my parents are dying or divorced; or my legs chopped off and stuff like that.

Though somehow i feel so down over small things like that.

Gee, how selfish can i get.
Someone, slap me.





YES!
IVE ATE LUNCH!!
HOW GREAT CAN LUNCH GET?

Anyway, you know those songs where guys sing songs to girls to Be My Escape? Seriously. I should write one, to food.

Food is so glorious. SO YUMMYNESS
I have KIT-KAT!

But Kit Kat has lost their trademark aluminuim foil. Its now all plastic and normal. But JUST AS YUMMY AS EVER.

Hoof.
Im all happy.
So, im gonna try practicing my starts and everything. Oh. And i need to do some art thing. They probably made it up cause they thought we had nothin better to do than draw art about how to save the earth.

So then, farewell.

THROW IT AWAY
FORGET YESTERDAY
WE'LL MAKE THE GREAT ESCAPE
-The Great Escape. Boys Like Girls.

Thursday, July 12, 2007

Im reading Sense and Sensibilty, which Jane Austen wrote when she was 19. 19!?! Can you believe it? Its like, i dont even really get the story even though im reading it. I cannot imagine writeing the book.

Austen musta been a real cool person.

But, then, its so hard to grasp, my head is spinning. WHY is one woman called Mrs Dashwood and the other Mrs John Dashwood? CANT THEY CALL HER SOMETHING ELSE, its getting me all mixed up.

By the way, Dashwood is such a intriguing name. For example, say, Amanda Dashwood. Oh boy, does that sound elegant. Gee, wont it look amazing if its like, engraved on gold or somthing?

I mean, For a name like Amanda, -which is swear, half the world is named that- to sound interesting, DASHWOOD fits in all nice. But frankly, since im more of a fidgety-stompy-clumsy person, elegant names wont suit me any good. Cruddy.

Or maybe Burningham, which i dont think is spelled Burning-ham. Cause then i wouldnt live it down either. Like, i mean, what would people in today's immature society think up as a nickname for you? Chaotar meaty? That, sounds disgusting.

Sigh.

Names are a bother.

Ah, sorry for digressing.
Anyway, so i've read Pride and Prejudice, which to tell the truth, isnt as good as what i've heard. Mainly cause i really couldnt tell who was who, and who was saying what, and why this girl was mad at the guy she supposedly loved for no obvious reason.

Im gonna read Jane Eyre, Wuthering Heights and Emma next.

Oh, and im half way through the Pride and Prejudice movie. Its better than the book, i have to say. Least i can catch up with the story. But seriously, Mr Darcy should have been better looking. But, too bad for him, cause when you act with Keira Knightley, you really dont look as good.

Unless you're CAPNT JACK SPARROW. Then its a different matter altogether. No one, NO ONE, looks good beside my favorite pirate.

Aw poopy, i need to find a good french movie with subtitles. Then i can go make milo and eat some butter biscuits and forget about my not getting into finals plus Harry Potter going nude. With the aircon and my ipod, it all sounds really nice and cozy and comfy.

Or *sigh* maybe i should just go do my algebra.

Mumble.

IM FREAKING OUT
ABOUT WHATS AHEAD
MAYBE I'll JUST STAY IN BED
-Good Day. The Click Five

Wednesday, July 11, 2007

My siblings should be called the TATTLETALE PAIR.

Such amazingly huge mouths and loud shouts.

In fact, my sister should be called The Screamer With A Screechy Whine. How irritating can she get? And she is such a huge tattletale. Like my brother.

So then, i use the computer.

Then my sister starts to scream that "you're not allooowed!"
Then my brother.
Then they scream at each other and fight over the phone.

They probably dont even know they are BOTH calling the same person. To tell her the SAME thing. (Telling my mom that im using the computer, that is)

And all the time they fight i sit here and type bad things about them. Oh Boy, im so cool.

But -sigh- most of the time i kinda love them.
Cept when my sister screeches and my brother bites me.

Screwed up family, eh?
Dysfuctional, seriously.

Oh-kay.
Today i run crappily. Its so sad, i want to die. 15th! 15th?! Can you believe? But i do get into semis, lucky its top 24. I have to move up 7 potsitions to just get into finals. Which is, if you think about it, quite impossible since i probably cannot improve that much by tomorrow.

No wait.
I can.

IMPOSSIBLE IS NOTHING!

Mumble mumble mumble.
*Deep breaths*

Heh, but seriously, really hope i improve.
So maybe not finals, but improve?

I will? Right?
Grapple at the stars and not reach them.
How sickening.

ZEEPPEHHDEE DOO DUMS.

Anyway, today i hold the gate open for this girl. I felt all nice and stuff when she said thanks. I least, i think she said thanks because i couldnt hear her with my headphones on. But her mouth opened in that shape and i grinned at her and she laughed.

And at the callroom i saw these kids from the My Pinnacle Education Center. And heyhey, try to keep saying pinnacle, like pinnacle pinnacle pinnacle pinnacle pinnacle pinnacle. I kept repeating it till like, Bobbies got freaked out.

And can you believe ******* doesnt know how a cdm looks like. Well. Yeah. I told her Thats For You and she kept touching it saying What Is It? How innocent can these people get?
Okay. Nevermind. Its better if you have no idea what im saying.

HAHAHAHAHHAHA.
****'s name is concealed due her not getting mad at me.

Okay.
Now forget i said that.
Even though its really funny and everything.

Heh.

WHEN YOU'RE MILES AND MILES
FROM YOUR NICE WARM BED
JUST REMEMBER WHAT YOUR OLD PAL SAID
YOU'VE GOT A FRIEND IN ME
-You've Got A Friend in Me. Toystory

Tuesday, July 10, 2007

Its 3 and i have nothing to talk about.

But im sure something will come up.

*waits*

Oh yeah, in school, we play Yoga-Gym-Jump Around Doing Stupid Things. Its fun like anything. Jennifer can curl up into a ball till she resembles a turtle, and Serlin tries to teach us some yoga pose where you have to touch your hands or something.

And Jennifer is uberflex, for a nongymmer, she can like, do bridge, splits, and all sorts of things that hurt like crap. Like making both your feet stick behind your head. That seriously hurts.

"Okay, there are two kinds of Yoga.
-The one that hurts like crap
-The one that you look like youre sleeping.

I suggest the one where you look like youre sleeping."
-Dilbert.

Today we also have volleyball games, which should be called Serve And Win instead. The relieve teacher was kinda nice and funny and cool, but she cant take a class like us, thats for sure. But shes patient like anything.

If i were her i would have stabbed a knife into the girls who kept bouncing the volleyballs. But then again, this is not about me, so lets move on.

Im supposed to write a compo on, How I made a Difference. Frankly, i think its a horrible title. Cause, HOW I MADE A DIFFERENCE? What about those kids who never made a difference? How would they feel? I think it should be somehting like, "My Favorite Icecream Flavour" or "Why the Sky is Blue"

Something like that.
I know what to write for those topics already.

I mean, How I Made A Difference is hardly challenging. Its so, typical and corny. BUT ON THE OTHER HAND, winning would get you $600 cash or $200 popular voucher for second place or something.

But its still money!
I can get more books! Get a new phone! Buy a new ipod! Get new cds! Save for my Country Side Trip! Get new jeans! Buy a car! Get a new school bag!

It'll be so cool.

*Melts with pleasure*

SNAP

Anyway.
How cool would it be? Argh, but this would prove a challenge. I cannot, by the life of me, think of how i made a difference. I suppose this would be very very bad, since i have lived for 14 years on this earth and-have i not made a single little impact, or difference, or maybe just a dent?

This is quite upsetting.
*Horror*
Reality is seting in.
*Shock*
I am a Not Impactfuly-ish person.
*Falls Off Chair*

Off to bathe. Hopefully, that would make a difference.

Hnnrgh.

I'LL BE THERE WHEN THE
WORLD STOPS TURNING
I'LL BE THERE WHEN THE STORM IS THROUGH
-At The Beginning

Monday, July 09, 2007

Plue.
Competitions are like paprasites, sucking all your time away.

Anyway, today at comp we got into finals, which was quite expected anyway, even though Bobbies accidentally kicked Frances, and me and Bobbies almost passed out of the box, and Nez had some little issues with her pants.

Some relay.
But its was uber funny, cause it was so scary, till it was funny. Dont ask me what that means. I dont know.

And i see Abel (i always thought it was ABLE till he told me today) and BenSoh at the staduim too. Actually i see Abel at the staduim, and Ben in the bus. Nearly got a shock, so darn coincidental. Plus Nicholas, whos also from my Learning Lab class, is my kindergarten principal's son, who i peed on when i was a kid.

And hes also my mom's best friend's friend, which is why i say, SINGAPORE IS SO SMALL, ITS FREEEAKY.

Yeah.
I went to Bobbies place to swim too, cause yknow, swmming is cool and everything. Saw her brother playing the guitar and her rooms are all connected, AND ITS ALL SO COOL. We swam laps and played with her underwater frisbee and her snorkles set, and her float.

We were trying to inflate it, and it took forever, i never knew i was that weak.

We eat lime marshmellows and HEY, is that how you spell marshmellows? It looks wrong, mushmellow. Mashmelow. Gah.

We drink nothing much.

We go around in nice soft slippers.
(which is seriously very nice and soft and spongy)

Bobbies brother watches Spongebob, and Bobbies has almost every episode of Hannah Montanna and Zack and Cody in her TV. Bleaugh, no fair.

WHAT A COOL FAMILY.

Bobbies has cool goldfish with huge blobs on their heads. They are more interesting that the horrible smelly turtle. I dont like turtles very much.

Today the sky is all nice and funny and blue and boring.

When i grow up im gonna go to the country side and live, Im gonna lie all day in grass and watch the sky, and have small little streams to see. Itll be all nature and me and niceness. No more horrible computer addiction and TV madness.

Its called PEACE.

I need to go on a holiday.

AND i need to go to sleep.
So well, good night, dear world.

IMAAAAAAGINATION
-Spongebob and Patrick in The Box

Wednesday, July 04, 2007

WHOOHOO.



Whos at the top of the world?

-I am such a horrible person-



Im i supposed to feel good when im missing class? I do. AND CHEERS TO THAT! Nats is starting tomorrow, and its all so cool. Scary almost. But somehow i feel exited. Like a little kid, WHOOHOO!



Its the thump thump feeling again, and its all nice and thumpy thumpy.



I wont be feeling so happy tomorrow, though. But i can wear my jersey, and my jacket and my trackpants. AND NOW ITS ALL MINE! I dont have to go around borrowing and then digging my brain out figuring who's lent it to me.



If i do get into the semi's, then its SAYONARA Lit Test, and its already goodbye to Chem test, so thats that.



Omg, i so wanna get into Semis.



Cara and I were whomping around, writing cards for people. Its nice to know that some people aprrecitate it. Eve-yie is the sweetest thing ever, and seconds after she writes a note back. I love 2Hope. Considering im sticking through with them till im 16, whats not to like?



Go with the flow,

TAKE IT IN YOUR STRIDE,

and God, Bless me.

Tuesday, July 03, 2007

I havent blogged in years.

But the Nats are arriving, and i figure i better pen down what im feeling on the few days before it starts. Yknow, in case they wanna make it into a book or something.

Oh blues, today has been a long day.
Free periods for Skills, and i keep waiting and waiting for Kryts and Bobbies to walk home with me, until, it turns out, that Kryts isnt coming, like the right boob she is.

Then i go home and mooch around feeling rotton and bad about myself. I do Alvins work, read a book about a girl whos stuck in a house with 7 guys, and wheedle at my brother to go biking with me. He refuses.

I have a new hobby.
Starring out of the balcony and into the top of the green, green trees. Its so green .Light green and dark green and happy green and sad green, so many greens and all so pretty. I have such a boring life that half of it is spent looking at the trees, the other, looking at clouds.

But the railings at the balcony is really low, at my waist, somewhere there. Its so scary, cause everytime i lean out, then i hear OMG AMANDA BE CAREFUL! DONT LEAN! Oh gee. Then i know if i dont listen, the grills will come real soon and there goes my hobby.

But then, all the shouting everytime i lean over the rail makes me wanna strech out and touch the clouds more. It's such a temptation, sometimes. I wanna climb right out and jump into the grass below.

No, im not suicidal.
Its just, nice to soar through the air, and, well, not die. The THUMP THUMP of your heart poping out of your chest so fast BEFORE you jump, and then when you're IN the air you cant feel anything. Its just the wind, the peace, and you.

And the screaming.(I really dont know why i do that. Its a reflex thing.)

Man, i should take up bungee.



My sisters being a real boredass walking around the house, asking me what Japs say before they eat. I told her "Itatakimas" and she went to eat.

After she eats: Issit Addidita? It is right?

Its not, i say.
They dont even sound alike.

SO i tell her again, and now shes tromping around the house going ITATAKIMAS.

Oh, bother.
And now my moms home, and my sisters being yelled at for not doing her homework. I hate it when other people get screamed at. Its so, eurgh. Really, sometimes, i wish im the one getting screamed at so i dont have to feel sorry for her.

Which doesnt really make much sense.

But most of the time i just sit there and be happy im not her.

AND AND AND.
We got a new tap thingy!
Ole!

So when i bathe, i dont have to screw the knob with the blue on it, then the red on it, and screw and screw and screw. And screw and screw.
Okaaayy. Now its just sounds all, wrong.

Yeah, so when i bathe now, i can lift the whole handle, and i dont have to screw. Which makes bathing, a whole lot more enjoyable. Ahhhh, lets not hang on to this bathing subject for too long.

The book im currently reading is so confusing.
Everybody sleeps with everybody, till it gets really irirtating, boring and stupid and just, plain oooldnews.(say it the singsong way) I read romance, sure, but too much of anything, you get sick of it.

Now im on to, spys, fantasy, magic.
Its a break from cheeesy romance novels.
I've finished Alex Rider, James Bond, Series of Unfortunate Events, WHICH I HAVE TO SAY IS REALLY BORING. Nearly killed me.

Oh well.
Im off to stare out of the balcony. Its all dark and no more green to see. But then, its nice anyway. 'Least you can imagine for yourself, whats out there.

GIRLS DONT LIKE BOYS
GIRLS LIKE CARS AND MONEY
-Boys & Girls. Good Charlotte.

(Yeah, im back to normal font. Yeah, well. "Pain On The Eyes." It proves true.)