Wednesday, March 26, 2008

SHORTY GOT
LOW

LOW

LOW

LOW

LOW

LOW

LOW

LOW

Try to LOW LOWER?
*Sore throat*

Apple Bottom Jeans (Jeans)
WHOO BABYEEEE.

I snatched a ride home from training from awesome GRACIE. She offered, and saved me the embarrassment of unglamourously and shamelessly BEGGING for a ride.

Which of course, i dont do.

I NEVER beg for a ride.
How shameless.

Well.

Unless circumstances call for it. AND ITS NOT MY FAULT MY CIRCUMSTANCES ARENT VERY GOOD MOST OF THE TIME.



I was sauntering, very slowly, and very happily (because i didnt have to walk home) to the lift. There was this tall girl who looked like she stepped out of the front cover of Play Boy, and this heartthrob, who was so hot that i was sweating, were talking.

(do you reaslise how the crème de la crème, the elite, or the people of BEAU MONDE just seem to LEVITATE towards each other? Its like

Hot girl: Hey hottie, im hot too.

Hot boy: Oh finally, one of my kind.

Hot girl: YAY! Lets kiss.

*Kiss*

People around (who are not so beautiful but envy them with all of their souls and minds who see this): *whisper* I hate them.

BUT GOD MAKES THINGS FAIR. In a way. People who appeal to the eyes too much have more temptations than normal, mundane HAPPY, - notice i emphasize HAPPY- people. All those other HOTTIES around them VYING for their attention. Its not so easy to stay faithful.)

AH.

I've suddenly got a brainwave.

I was thinking, IS GOD REALLY FAIR?


How about all those kids who were born with mental illnesses and such? It's not fair that we, the NORMAL AND UNGRATEFUL WRETCHES WHO DO NOT APPRECIATE OUR HEALTHY BODIES should be normal and healthy.

THEN,
I thought. I think those kids with mental illnesses are happier than us. Alot happier, no worries, no plastic faces and no FAKENESS. They are happy, and they really dont give a shit about what others think about them. Its a fair exchange.

Phooey.

Then im thinking about those who die early and have PHYSICAL illnesses.
How about them?

All in Gods plan.

What an amazing, fantastic, mysterious God he is. Perhaps he loves them so much, he wants them in his kingdom early.

Perhaps.

Who knows?

OMG, i digress ALOT. Back to the story.
-Cut to the point-

So the girl and guy were waiting for the life, right? Then it came just as i bumbled happily into the life lobby. Then suddenly the atmosphere was tense.

I could practically FEEL the couple talking to each other in their heads. Or using some secret language only lovers can. Which NOBODY else can hear.

The Silent Convo

Girl: Eh, this stupid girl interrupted us.
Boy: Yah loh, i wanted to make out in the lift, like in that porn-ish book i read.
Girl: Aiya. Curse her la.
Boy: An-orh. Curse her.
Girl: CURSE HER.
Boy: CURSE HER LA.

Gee.
I could FEEL it.

So i gave them a sheepish smile and asked slighty incoherently "Are you gonna come?".

ARE YOU GONNA COME???!!!!
I nearly died of embarrassment.

Hoping i made the atmosphere for the couple more intense, i grinned my best grin as the girl looked strangely at me.

SWALLOW ME, i begged the ground, as i hit the -close- button of the lift.


I bet if i go press the lift button right now, they'll still be inside.

HAHAHAHA.
The Course of True Love Never Did Run Smooth, (check check! Lysander is sexy) you'll have to keep waiting to get the lift to yourself, Couple of the Year.

BOOTS WITH THE FUR
WHOLE CLUB
LOOKING AT HER
-Low

Sunday, March 16, 2008

It ends here, the holidays.

and WHAT a holiday it has been.




*Gargle*


There are these little bitsy ants crawling all over the table, and as much as i want to observe them in their natural habitat, i am gonna squish 'em.

SQUISH!

Have you ever wondered how it must feel like to be one of those poor house ants?

Any day now, when shes in a bad mood, im gonna go. Oh booy oh boy, ANY TIME NOW, that big round killer, funny mountian like thing coming for me, AGAIN AND AGAIN, till my little body starts to degenerate and stick to the ground like a pancake to the celing.

Ah.
Who knows what ants think anyway.

Wednesday, March 12, 2008

Let The Rain Fall Down

No, thats not the lyrics to the Used-To-Be-Pop song by Duffie. Its just that its been raining so much these days. Its REVOLUTIONARY!

Hello? Its March!
Its not supposed to rain like this in March!

And they said it was getting warmer around here.

Of course, this does not mean i do not GLORIOUSLY RECIEVE THE SLEETS OF WATER GUSHING DOWN FROM THE SKIES EVERYDAY.


*Suspicion*


I suddenly have a strange feeling that Jennifer is watching me.

Just for the record, i WILL compose a poem titled "Ode to Jennifer's Appendages" Specifically, her *ahem* sexy legs. Which of course, i do not envy one bit, because i love my body, with the mahogany bronzeness of it all.

SO.
Take that, all you anti-semitic, illiberal, opionionated, PREJUDICED, XENOPHBIC BIGOTS!
Its Mahogany Bronzeness, hear?

As for the poem, i will compose it when inspiration stikes me to the ground.



Its the holidays.
Hips.

And yes, the post in BRIGHT GREEN below this one, was beautifully written by Frannie Gohs, aka My-Dad-Is-One Of-The-Hottest-Dads-Ever-Who-Was-Ever-So-Sought-After-During-His-Era.

Really.
Thats why Frannie looks like a oddly male-ish sometimes. (i emphasize sometimes, which could be rarely so) My theory is that her father's overwhelming masculinity somehow took over her genes, strangely so. Shes unusually bizzare, sort of like a hermaphrodite, albeit a good looking one. *Take that francine! Payback !WHOP! I win.*

Frannie Gohs and Krystonite were over at my place micromaving cheese, which you shouldnt try, but the way. Its solidifies REALLY fast.

Frannie and me were choosing movies and ended up seeing the La Bi Xiao Xin. Yknow the naked-ish little boy who does retarded-ish things? (So it was only the setup page, we couldnt stay awake after that.) See the danger of TOO MANY CHOICES?


Yay for hols.
Praise the Almighty One up there.

Thanks God, i had real fun.
Thanks for Francine and Krystal and Nao and Dear and Bings (both) and Qian and everyone who made the 1st 5 days of my holiday a brilliant one.

MISS YA CARA!
(Ryhmes!)

DONT UNDERMINE YOUR WORTH
BY COMPARING YOURSELF WITH OTHERS

IT IS BECAUSE WE ARE DIFFERENT
THATS EACH OF US ARE SPECIAL :)

Tuesday, March 11, 2008

FRANCINE HERE, REPORTING LIVE FROM THE WRECKAGE OF AMANDA LEE'S HOME
AMANDA'S CURRENTLY WALKING AROUND THE HOUSE IN A BEIJING 2008 OLYMPICS SHIRT AND FANTASIZING ABOUT TAN JEE KOK.
SHE NOW HAS HER OWN CURRENCY AND ITS SMALLEST DENOMINATION IS AL$9.02(THE AL STANDS FOR AMANDA LEE)
NOW SHE'S WALKING AROUND THE HOUSE PULLING UP HER SHIRT SLEEVES SAYING HOW SEXAYE SHE'LL LOOK IN A BIKINI.
I'M NOT SUPPOSED TO PUBLISH THIS POST, BUT FOR NOW, THAT'S ALL.
TUNE IN NEXT TIME(PROBABLY NEVER) FOR ANOTHER POST OF AMANDA'S WEIRD QUIRKS.
I'M SO GONNA BE MURDERED FOR THIS, MAN

Tuesday, March 04, 2008

COLD

In indignant response to Serlin's comment that i dont read other people's blogs, I HAVE TO SAY THAT IM REALLY, REEEEALLY INSULTED. Even IF i dont frequent other people's blogs, how would she know? Right Ser?

( But i dont really. So, well, she does have a point there. )

So ANYWAY.
I am currently snug in my jacket and trackpants, and my hairs are standing INSIDE my trackpants from the cold. Yeah, its THAT cold, round here. Im freezing my ass off. *shiver* Little icicles are forming on my body. I cant even type properly. See thats why this is taking so loooong. Im being frozen, ALIVE!

But seriously, here in sunny Singapore, there aint many days where you can pull off wearing a nightgown, and a woolly, THICK jacket, FBTs and woolly, THICK trackpants, and not sweat.

Its snuggly.



HCI guys are visiting here for a week, and i dont think the guy in our class is having much fun. Mr Lim, aka Earthquake, is officially the MOST HARDWORKING MALE I HAVE EVER MET IN MY WHOLE LIFE ! ! ! ! (The 4 exclaimation marks says it all)


I try conversing, but sadly, he answers with one word. Everytime. Conversation is stilted and i feel disappointed in my lack of ability-to-make-homosapians-of-the-opposite-sex-speak. Sadly, i retreat back to facing the front everytime he grunts slightly or inclines his head.

So much for making friends.
Phhoooey.

Many other interesting things broke out in this WILD MIX OF THE SEXES WHO WERE PREVIOUSLY DEPREVED OF OTHERS WITH DIFFERING BODY PARTS.

Its a crazy world.

I Am The Sainity.

HO HO HO HO HO.

*Earthquake*