Tuesday, August 28, 2007

Word of the Day
:Loquacious
Meaning: Talkative
Pronounced: (LOW KWAY SHUS)

Heeps.

I realise, i can make up words.

Ruralization.
Shootsie wootsie.
Chubs.
Flaggartree.

Ultimately, these words mean nothing.

(Ruralization, the opposite of Urbanization.
Shootsie Wootsie, a phrase to portray displeasure.
Chubs, an alternative name for my brother. Evolved from "Chubby"
Flaggartree, a word made up on impulse.)

Lorna Scrabble is really fun if you like making up words. Its the same thing, just like scrabble, but the words you use must be make-believe, must sound realistic, professional, and should have a believable meaning.

And if any point in time someone realises that the word you use can be found in ANY dictionary in the world, you have to do a FORFEIT.

And if you manage to use a real word once, but not get caught, you can make ANYONE you want do ANY forfeit.

Its really fun. Funfunfun.

Plus, my watch is broken. It really reeks cause yknow, without i watch, i feel all NAKED AND WEIRD. Cause then i keep looking at my bare wrist every 5 minutes. It quite annoys me.

And currently, my favorite author, is HILARY MCKAY!

"I've got to describe a day in a life of an Ancient Egyptian. What shall i put?"
"Write this" ordered Saffron. "The Ancient Egyptians are all dead. Their days are very quiet"

"Read the next question!" ordered Saffron.
"What would you say to Tutankhamun if you bumped into him in the streets?"
"Sorry!" said Sarah at once. "Put that."
"We have to answer in proper sentences"
"Sorry, but it was your fault! You were walking sideways."
-Hilary Mackay. Indigo's Star

Sunday, August 26, 2007

Im tellin ya, sometimes finding articles on the computer is so hard. It kills me.

Today i buy a FILA shirt with formulas on it. Its all white with math written all over, and i was thinking WHAT A STUPID LOOKING SHIRT! Then i thought,

I must have it.


Can you believe? $10! for a FILA shirt! Well, so we had to buy 3 before we could get each for 10, but all i had to do was find other people who were buying the same ones.

(Also i didnt take a plastic bag. Save the earth y'all. Really really. Else after you get married and everything, your kids will all be wiped out. )

My mom said it looked awful and everything, she said it contrasted to much with my skin. Who blunt. But i pretended it was a good thing, see. It always works. I have a new philosophy. Y'see, a person's main goal in life is to be happy.

To be completely, happy, and to attain self actualization. (Maslow's Hierarchy of Needs) To be happy, is to not be bothered when people say thing you dont like. Turn it around. So its contrasting? Innit a good thing? Contrast makes one stand out, anyway.

I STAND OUT.

Hoho. Ready for takeoff.
In
3...

2...

1....


*Poof*

Wednesday, August 22, 2007

Word of the day
: Volatile

Meaning: Not stable
Sentence: Money is volatile, while education stays with you forever.

Volatile is a really cool word, innit.
Leant it in Learning Lab, and Ms Eu made Keefe keep repeating VOLATILE. Its stuck fast lemme say.

And todays training was SWEEEEEEEET.

First we were all lathargic and crappy and half dead. I almost wanted to die. THEN Coach suddenly had this craziness and WHOOPEEDOODLES FOR US, we did funny starts, like you have to sit down and face the opposite way and PPHHEEEEEEPP goes the whistle and we turn and run.

Supposed to train your reflexes, i think. Don really work for me. Im kinda slow at these kinda things.

Then we did medicine ball throws and it was MEGATRONICAL fun. And after that slackiest, most fun training ever, we did RELLAAYYYYS! (And not the one in time too! The silly one where you run 50ms or so and pass the ball to the next team member)

It was all too good to be true.
Too good, too good.

Never EVER had these kinda trainings EVER EVER in my whole entire life of Sec school track training. I tella you, it was uber hoopper siaotingtong fun. I LOOOOVE TRAINING.

Must be God. Yeahyeah, must be. Cause, out of desperation last night, i recited 2 decades rosary and everything. Cause i was CHAO stressed with the tests and everything, and my PPR was a little crappy and stuff.

I prayed and prayed and prayed so hard for some kinda of release or some DIVINE INTERVENTION or something of that sorts. It worked, it WORKED! Dear good lord! Plus its been all good weather and the sun has hidden away for a while.

As i can say for now,
ALL IS GOOD

But Whatever Goes Up, Must Come Down. (Quote Inez)
Its the law of gravity, its the law of life.

Ahwell.

Being with Serlin for prolonged periods of time have made me more aware that there is a large probability that 50 odd years from now, we might be dead at the bottom of the large blue sea, drowned to death.


SHE FELT THE HEAT BEFORE ANYONE ELSE DID.
(hoho)


Global warming.
Our earth is melting.
Ice bergs are becoming extinct.
Polar bears are dying of exhausion.
Ice caps are becoming green.


OUR EARTH IS HEATING UP.

Its real its all real its real its real. REAL.


ITS COMING.

DESTRUCTION IS NEAR.



But hoho.

What do people do? Burn up forests. Litter all over the earth, use plastic and non-biodegradables like theres no tomorrow. Its a no wonder we're gonna die. Its as if all those people think their the only ones who are living in this earth. Such selfishness! Disgusting.


WHAT IS WRONG WITH THEM?

So well.
Bio test on Fri, need to study about Male and Female parts. TESTOSTERONE. Always wondered what that was. Read it in a book before, but never actually knew what it was. Who knew Bio was this interesting?

Fo' shizzle.

WHATS WRONG WITH THE WORLD
MAMA
PEOPLE LIVING LIKE THAY AINT
GOT NO MAMAS
- Where is the Love. Black Eye Peas.

Sunday, August 19, 2007

Word Of The Day
: Donouement
Pronounced- (day noo MON)
Meaning- Final resolution of a dramatic plot.

Oh anyway.
My life has been as exciting as a bowl of soup. Which if you think about it, could be quite exciting if you spill it all over yourself and scald yourself, then y' have to srcape off your butt flesh to put it on the burnt part.

Anddd, so its not that exciting after all.

So well.
My dad bought the really way ubercool radio-ipod-connector thingamajig, which is the most interesting thing i've ever seen! Its all black and sleeeek and it practically purrs with coolness. And my ipod songs come right off an empty radio station.

And this morning i was at COP playing with wax and trying to remember the books of the Bible, i can recite the whole New Testament now, im really good, WOOHOO.

And Joyjoy told me that for Os oral, Abby said her favourite food was "chicken rice". Then she regretted it very very much and wondered why she said it. Then she realised it was because she ate chicken rice the other day and everything.

So she said "The slimy chicken skin slides down my throat"

Or something along that lines.

HAHAHAHHA!
THE SLIMY CHICKEN SKIN??!!

Hoho, Abby's really cool.


SHOT THROUGH THE HEART
AND YOU'RE TO BLAME
DARLING
-You Give Love a Bad Name. Blake Lewis

Tuesday, August 14, 2007

IS THERE NO ARTICLE ON SINGAPORE HISTORY AT ALL?!

I NEEEED ONE!

WHY IS IT THAT ON NATIONAL DAY ALL THEY CAN REPORT ABOUT IS ANNA NICOLE SMITH'S BOOB JOB?

WHERE IS OUR NATION'S HISTORY?
WHERE?

PLEASE, DEAR GOD. LET ME FIND ONE.
Word of The Day
: Faux Pas
Pronounced: (Fo-PAH)
Meaning: Social blunder

Gee.
All the books i've read, the stupid men are having affairs with their secretaries. Maybe, im reading the wrong books, but still, what happened to "I'll travel the world to find my love"?

Men, according to the books now, grab whatever's the nearest. Which is really disgusting. Grabbing whatever's the nearest? I suppose even the trouble of going home is too much, then. I have lost all hope in these kind of books. As of now, im reading AWARD WINNING books, like Hatchet and y'know stuff like that.

Somehow, i feel more satisfied after reading those books. It feels, like im less shallow, and everything. Its just a feeling, though. You can tell, I WAS NEVER SHALLOW, ANYWAY.

Plus, now my All-Time-Favorite-Song is Collide by Howie Day. It is, officially, the sweetest song ever. Sighs. Sighs sigh.

I walk home with Ringabel to-day. We were talking about her Jerrenson and everything. Then this guy on a bike cycled really silently behind us and said sorry, s'cuse me and i got a shock, and screamed.

Hoho. It was real embarrasing.
Seriously. I felt like some, bimbo, screaming at guys on bikes.

Today was kinda a low key day, just like every other day. I got my compo back though, it was really good. REALLY REALLY! I realise that my compos dont really score me high marks any, but i like 'em anyway.

Cause y'know. My vocab isnt really that wide, and my spelling is so terrible its really scary. But i like the way i write anyway. Say im egoistical, but HOHO ITS JUST THE TRUTH. Id rather be a (ahem) EGOISTICAL TRUTHFUL KID than a HUMBLE LIAR.

So shoot me.

EVEN THE BEST FALL DOWN SOMETIMES
EVEN THE WRONG WORDS SEEM TO RHYME
OUT OF THE DOUBT THAT FILLS YOUR MIND
YOU FINALLY FIND
YOU AND I COLLIDE
-Collide. Howie Day.

Monday, August 13, 2007

Word Of the Day
:Crème brûlée
Pronounced: (cream bru-LAY)
Meaning: a dessert consisting of a rich custard base topped with a layer of hard caramel, created by burning sugar under a grill or other intense heat source.

(Suggested by Able the Happy Bubble- the High School Musical fanatic)


Ohoh.
Today is a happy floaty day.


Nothing much to say-aye.
Die, little blog, rot off into nothingness, shallowness and stupidity.


My calculator is working again. Thank god.


(From Fwancezzes Friendster)
Money Or Life?
I KNOW WHO I
WANT TO TAKE ME HOME
TAKE ME HO-OME
-Closing Time. Semisonic

Sunday, August 12, 2007

Word of The Day
"Savoir-fair"
Pronounced: Sa-vwa-FAIR
-Wordly knowledge, awareness of what to in any situation .

My sister is one amazing kid.
Can you believe, she gets 38/4o for her compos? And when she got 37 for the latest, she was upset because it broke her record.

38/40! 38/40!!!!!
Thats like 2 marks to perfection! ITS LIKE, ABSURD!

For a compo too!
Where are the spelling mistakes?
THE GRAMMAR PROBLEMS?
THE BAD SENTENCE STURCTURES?

I think, she might be a robot or something.
And her vocabulary is so wide, i dont know how she does it. She really puts me to shame, the hide in the bushes and cry kinda shame.

The only time i saw a mark like that. I had a 37/40 and i was like, overjoyed. But then i saw the name, and it wasnt mine. So, well.

I i didnt even know "counterpart" meant like, accomplice or partner until i read her composition on kidnapping today. I always thought it was like, parts of a car so something. Frankly, i never actually bothered to find out.

I suddenly feel really pathetic.
The kid, she really is good in English.

Plus, i have to do a test on Which Sanatary Pad Is The Best for my Home Econs. Yeah? And theres this new brand thingamajib, "ANION", and it can absorb like 100ml of water.

100ml! SERIOUSLY. No kidding.

Thats crazy, no?
NO GIRL IN THE WORLD CAN PRODUCE SO MUCH BLOOD, LA. THATS LIKE A CUPFUL.

Yeah?
But the brands really cool.
Its new, patented in Japan, made in China. Its antibacterial, and it absorbs really well. (I mean 100ml? And still dry?) REALLY REALLY, ask the pro, its tested! It uses corn and potato starch to absorb stuff instead of cotton, so when you peel it open after it has absorbed a fair amount of water, it looks like squashed water babies inside.

Plus, during Catclass, i made a little kid, wobble-walk into a wall. It was so traumatizing, really! I nearly freaked out, i was apologizing like mad to the kid, even though technically it wasnt my fault. The kid was really cute. REEAALY REALLY CUTE.

And cat class was real fun. Me and YongMei made Veron and Jeryl hold hands to cross the swing-rope and it was (heh) kinda fun to watch them squrim. Call me sadist, BUT IT WAS REAL SWEEEEEET.

Plus, Jeryl was hardly being stoic when he had to do it.. a change, for once. HAHAH.

AND HELPPP
My green pants have gone MIA.
ARGH.

Puttuue.
Toodles!

YOU HAVE ME SUICIDAL
SUICIDAL
WHEN YOU SAY ITS OVER
-Beautiful Girl. Sean Kingston.

Saturday, August 11, 2007

BONJOUR!

Word of the day
'soufflé"
Pronounced- (Soo FLAY)
Meaning- Soft fluffy snack, made of egg white.

Y'see French is really in right now.
Actually, i dont really know, but French is always cool, so well.

Frankly, i dont see our hometown singlish being as sofiscicated as a 'soufflé'. Sigh. How posh it would be to say "d'accord" instead of "OKAY-LAHHHH."


Oh well.
In Reader's Digest, there was this guy who was like, living as a female all his life. He's from Nepal and everything, and although born a man, Chanda has lived as a woman all his life. He has'nt undergone as sex-change operation or anything either.

Officials were touring that part of Nepal when Chanda approached them to change his gender status. And while out identification card read either make or female, Chanda's reads "Both"

OMG, like freaky?
Which circle would you shade if you're doing like, UNSW or something? Ergh! Both? BOTH? How can you be both? Thats just so, so, so, UERGH. I would die.

'Magine if some guy asks you out, and you say, no thanks.
Then the guy goes, like "Are you gay?"
And you go "No, im both"
And the poor guy would half comprehend what you mean, and then it dawns on him. Then he RUNS AWWAAAAAAAAYYY, tripping over his feet, reeling in shock.

Heh, its actually kinda funny.

Ohohoh,
Which is worse,
1. Nails down a blackboard
2. Vomiting

Ergh, my hairs are on end thinking about nails on a blackboard. SHIVER ME TIMBERS. I hate it. The sound is so screechy, it has a certain horribleness to it. Theres like supersonic vibes when you run you nails down the blackboard.

Those vibe reach into your body and then pull all your haird up to stand on end and you have to this sudden spasm thing and AHHH. Its just crappy.

And hearing others puke make me puke. Which is why its so disgusting.

Ah barh.
I want some Christian songs. Someone, send me some.

Au Revoir! (ohr vwahr)

HEY-OH
LISTEN WHAT I SAY-OH
THE MORE I SEE THE LESS I KNOW
-Snow (hey oh). Ret Hot Chilli Peppers

Friday, August 10, 2007

My life is so packed up its kinda hard to blog these days.

Its study! And camps and Alpha meets and church and Cat class and Track meetings, practice for some kind of play, or project meetings, COP meetings, and Nat Day stuff. There tuition after tuition, and school extra lessons and theres all the other things.


Theres so many movies i wanna see, so many places i wanna go, so many things i wanna do. Too Much To Do, Too Little Time! Whats a kid to do?


Oh, yeah. I wanna go see Rush Hour 3 so bad, i can feel my body yearning for it. Like really really, but i have no time. No time no time no time. Hoho, lets all squash everything together, rushrushrushrush through everything, no time to enjoy! Ive got things to do!

Rush rush rush rush around the world, around the house, rush through your work, rush through you fun, rush through your life. At the end of it all? You wont rememeber a single thing. Cept for the hectic crazy rush through your whole life.

What all this mean anyway? What should we do?

Hurry in everything we do? Cause life holds so much more?

Or slow down, listen closer, look sharper, enjoy, and smell the flowers?

I dont know.

Oh well, i guess, sometimes, its better not to know.

So anyway, went for Alpha camp, was a really amazing camp. The praying over part was so great, so illuminating and special. Nothing i've felt before. And i suddenly started bawling my eyes out, and i didnt know why.

The retreat house was wayy cool, all clean and nice to be in, there was aircon and everything. The bunks were a bit of a problem though, cause every movement you made caused a screeeeech or a eeeennnchhhhh and it was horrifiyingly loud. Which also meant, that if you were the kind who slept like a twitchy monkey on ecstacy, for everyone else, it was "bye bye sleep"

Yeah, camp was really fun, cause the old people who were there too were really funny and cute. I've always loved old people who are enthu. Has always cracked me up, heh.

Yeah, then after the camp ended we went to Mandrin Hotel where Bels booked a Suite room which overlooked NDP. Bels, and her sister are alsolutely bonkey.

They were decked in heels, and Bels had hoopie earrings, with a spagstripe and a shirt, and she looked like my older sister. I told her she looked too old. Like a 19 year old. And her YOUNGER sister Amanda, was also in heels, and she looked even older than Bels.

What are they? Models? Plus they are too skinny to be real. What, when i stand next to them i look like a sloppy, unbelievely under-dressed 9 year old. I, was wearing slippers, and a black shirt with monkeys on them, with cool brown pants. Gee, least i was more comfortable.

The suite was d-d-deeeeliciously beautiful. (Plus there was valet) The room was immaculate, no cracks on the walls, no crazed TV, no toilet that smelled of crap.

The place was a haven. A HAVEN, so fresh and new and just whoa. The bathroom had this way cool shower, there water spurts from the bottom too, and you can wash your body without moving the showerhead, and the bed was all soft and comfy, and the whole room was carperted, and there was a coffeemaker, and a DVD player and ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh...

So, instead of walking to the balcony to watch the National Day Parade, we sat inside the room watching Mr Bean sing oprah, and do stupid things. And instead of watching the HeliCopters zoom past, we watched Harry Potter fly on TV. Then de fireworks came and it was SPECTACULAR.

The view was wonderful, i felt like i could touch the sparks.

Word Of The Day
-Haute (cuisine)
Pronounced 'aut'
Meaning, -Grande cuisine, cooking of the grand restaurants and hotels of the western world.

FIRST YOU SAY YOU WONT

THEN YOU SAID YOU WILL

YOU LEAVING ME HANING ON

-Click Five. Jenny.

Tuesday, August 07, 2007

HOHO!

Sorrr for the brief hiatus blogging.
(Isnt hiatus A MEGATRONICAL COOL WORD? Was reading Ser lin's blog, her english is so wow weee.)

Ohohoh, and now i pronounce sorry, as sorrr.
Cause its so much simpler to say, and it sounds the same, but you're not saying it actually. So its kinda like slurring your words but it sounds right.

Try saying sorr man. Yeah? But you haveta like, add a tinge off 'e'. It works, it does.

Back from camp, sleeping with the bugs, snuggling close with mother nature, eating with flies, semi-consious with itch. Zipline down the water hole, absail down the wooden tower. Hours of trekking up, (get this) Mount Panti, and trillions of new cheers and songs.

Yeah, camp was fun, alrighty.
I have a new cheer, and its way way cool. Ovaah the top. And there was this trainer, hes the funniest, coolest, gayest guy i've ever met. I was in sticthes, rolling around and crying with laughter.

He was doing the bimbo cheer, the one where go
: "Like go, like go, like go team go! We're the B we're the I we're the, Oh-nevermind, we're the BIIMBOS!"

Yeah? Bimotic? And that only the end. We call him, the HIMBO.

After camp i caught a cab to Festival of Praise where i had to like, pratically break my way into the entrance. There were probbaly more than a 5 hundred peopel queuing to get in, and inside was already full.

My mom said that i already had seats, but the stupid ushers said "you have to wait, girl like everybody else" Sorry sir, but i have this sudden, aching urge to PUNCH YOUR SNOBBY FACE.

I had to wait for 5 hundred people to queue for THEIR seats, when i already had mine? I didnt see why they couldnt let me just go in. I am a student for goodness sake, its not like am some lying pervert.

So my mom waited for me at the doorway of the staduim for a full half an hour, while the performance was going on, arguing with the ushers, telling them that "My daughter is down there? WHY cant i go get her and come back?"

They say, "You go, and you cant come back mam."

Then, after 45 mins, she got pissed and told them, "SHOVE OFF YOU PESTS, SO IM NOT COMING BACK! BLEH!"

So she didnt say that, but something along the lines.
Then finally some SWWWEEET SWEEET man saw me and i think i musta look like i was about to cry (i wasnt, i was just half-consious, dying of thirst, dog-tired from camp, and sick of standing there asking the Sorry We Have No Authority ushers for help), and got us in by a side lift barricaded by 4 lifts.

It was so cool, when he said "shes with me" and the 4 guys just stepped away.

Omg, i must marry a rich guy so he'll say that all the time, and peopel will just melt away for us to pass. BWAHAHAHAHHAA.

Heh. Okay, back to reality, and History tests. And all that.

LALALALA
LALALALA
ELMO'S WORLD