Wednesday, June 25, 2008

COMPETITION


Competition is drawing to a close, and im freaking my ass off. For real. I hope so much that i can get into the finals. Really.

After today's relay training, i was cutting through the park to get to my little gate. The weather was awesome, and i watched sweaty runners run, with their earpieces stuck fast in their earlobes.

I suddenly had a revelation!

If i said something real loud to them, THEY WOULDNT HEAR ME. Looking out for the next victim, i slowed my pace. Alas, the upcoming jogger was a
sleeveless boy who was glistening sweat.

Yeah, so i got sorta distracted.

*He passed in a sexy blur*

After he floated past, i felt the wondrous wind in my face, and i looked around. The park was like a litle safe haven, like a little creek with a magical feel to it. (Its Midsummer Night's Dream, i tell you. Its making me think weird)

I felt like lying down so bad, i thought my knees were gonna buckle. The TEMEPTATION of just lying down on that small little road with the trees covering me, and the wind in my face was too strong.

Forcing myself to MOVE away, because only bad thing happen to girls who sleep on roads. (Sadistic people step on you, kind people call the ambulance, and perverts put you in a potato sack and do pervertic things to you. It dont get better than that.)

So well.
Its been an exciting day in Amandaville, goodbye.

Tuesday, June 24, 2008

IM SHITTING RIGHT NOW
I was reading the obituaries just now.
Its a very interesting thing to read, really. Im not kidding. One fine day, perhaps some random person who also ramdomly scanned through obituaries would see a cute old lady looking out of the pages.

Yeah.
I dont know why i just said that.


Death shouldnt be a sad thing, yknow. But it is to all of us, i guess.

I was even crying my eyes out just now, cause today's the 1st anniversary of Thaddeus Cheong Wing Kit.
Not that i knew him, but well.

"A year has gone by, we miss you every moment. You will forever be in our hearts. You will always be in our prayers. You are safe in the arms of God.
We love you dearly, darling Thad. With lots of love, mummy, Daddy, and Thomas"

-Obituaries

It was the 'Thad' that broke me. Im a sucker for petnames, especially from families. Its the sweetest thing on earth.

Plus with his smiling face there, in his full running gear, it was so hard to feel happy that he was in heaven. Death is kinda hard to accept i guess, but with God, theres nothing to fear.


Im done shitting now.
ITS REALLY NICE TO SHIT AND BLOG.

Theres a certian gross, funny, poetic feel to it.

Or maybe its just me.

BBQ on Sat was crazy fun, too.
Mike and Clara came first and we tried to start the barbecue with the charcoal and everything, but it was comically-pathetic. Thus i will not elaborate.

Later, Ryan, Ryo, JerylVeron (Notice the lack of a comma. Its not a typo), Gerry, Paul and Phil came. Me and Ryo sang all sorts of crappy, noisy songs.

(DID I MENTION RYO IS JAPANESE?? AND HE WAS IN MY CATHECISM CLASS WHEN I WAS 7.)

The guy is craaazy.


We were disturbing the other barbeques which were simultaneously going on, because of our racous laughter. The other barbecue was being held by some strange guys/men, and they only had 2 tongs.

Gerri went to scout them, cause we needed tongs.

Halfway through the barbecue, everyone decided they wanted to further stimulate the barbeque and they asked me for my phone. Being a innocent and trusting girl, i thought they would use it to call someone.

BUT NOOOO.

I SHOULD HAVE SUSPECTED SOMETHING when they asked for all my electronic devices.. but maybe it was the smoke or something. I wasnt thinking straight. Because dont think i'll EVER fall for it again.

Long story short, THEY SHOVED ME INTO THE POOL.

Ryo hi-5ed me, and Jeryl, upon seeing that i wasnt gonna fall in with that lousy hi-5 pushed me right in. It was so shocked, i nearly shat in my pants. But that would have made my plight even more embarrassing (since even the strange boys/men were watching me struggle in the pool).

Then i nonchalantly climbed out of the pool.

BT ACCORDING TO MY MOM, who was 6 floors up, she could hear my shrieks and yells crystal clear. In fact the WHOLE-FRIKIN-CONDO probably heard my glamourous fall from grace.

OMG.
Damn pai-seh.

Okay, have to do my Lit Proj.
Toodles.

Wednesday, June 18, 2008

I CAME HERE TO MAKE YOU DANCE TONIGHT

I DONT CARE ABOUT MY
GUILTY PLEASURE FOR YOU

I saw Tennis Boy on my way home today.
Didnt realise HE was Blue Shirt Tennis Backhand Hottie, but then again im not good with faces. I fell for his stye, la, not really him. No wonder i thought he was sexyae. All tennis players should be cursed with a lousy face. The way they play can attract people fine.

(Okay, i can understand why Debbie says im a little boy crazy. It only sounds so. In real life, im actually alot worse. But seriously, im a hormonal teenager! What more do you expect from a girl whose whose hormones run amok everytime a virile, masculine guy swings his racquet.)

Its really not fair.

Tennis players who actually play well are the most terrific people to watch. The passion just WHAMS you on the head so hard its had to look away. And the hypnotic 'thock' the ball and racquet is like a musical itself.



Oh.
I've also figured the word 'Sexy' is tad bit overused.

According to dictionary.com, (which is actually surprisingly dependable)

Sexy:

Adjective


1. Marked by or tending to arouse sexual desire or interest; "feeling sexy"; "sexy clothes"; "sexy poses"; "a sexy book"; "sexy jokes"

2. Exciting sexual desire

3.Excitingly appealing; glamorous: a sexy new car.


Normally, we use in the No 3 way. Sexy car, or sexy towel, or sexy looking shade of blue, the sexy shirt.

Gosh, our kind are losing our word power. Like seriously. Cool has been replaced with Sexy. Its okay if you say that Sexy Car.

But how does, "That car totally arouses me. TAKE ME HOME, OH SEXY CAR"
(Yeah sorry. The last part was a little redundant)

Which actually probably happened before. I guess objects kinda do arouse people of this day and age. Considering how loosely we use the word 'arouse', next time we'll be having passionate sex with our car.

OMG, which probably has happened before.

Man, humans are becoming a little weird. We'd better try to get into Mensa or something. I think they have some indestructable capsule that Mensa-ians can get into if someone tries to bomb to whole Earth. And considering that countless unstable people we have now, it might just be tomorrow.

Gee. Only people with IQs higher than the age of the oldest person alive can get into their intelligence based society, to populate the world again, if ever there should be a EARTH SHATTERING BOMB.

Then the Mensans will climb safely into their little capsule, and stay there, talking about intelligent things while the rest of the Earth gets fried. Soon, the Earth will only have the smartest people living in it, and they will populate it so that every single little child will have IQs higher than a Havard graduate.

*Shiver*

-End of Digression-

Anyway, i just wanted to say that Fiona and Chumz have made Track Camp one of the best ever. And good ole Fwannie and Joni-O.

Sometimes, i really wonder what i ever did to deserve them, these beautiful, wonderful friends i have. Then i sneer at my wonderment, and appreciate them with my all.

And Inez made my dinner, Egg-hamish stuff, and Ikan Bilis. OMG, the stuff was the best thing ive eaten in a long time. My brother and sister gobbled 3/4 of it down before i could even try it. It was THAT good.

Man, if this doesnt sounds pervertic, i would marry her if i was a guy. But i aint, and trust me, im happy about that. BUT FRIGGIN SERIOUSLY. Who wouldnt marry a girl who can cook such yummy stuff, and has such passion for her sport, and looks so cool when she soars over the hurdle?

MEN, HEED MY ADVICE.

Sigh, i toldja i had great friends.

I love my life.

Tuesday, June 10, 2008

BINTAN

I wonder why i never bothered to change my font. I wonder alot of things. And i will keep wondering.
Just back from suuuunny Bintan!!

Except it wasnt really sunny. The rain was pouring for the first day, and we stayed cooped up in our beautiful chalet, which was well equipped with a MOUNTAIN LOAD OF CRACKERS AND CUP NOODLES. IT WAS AN AMAZING LIFE.

We lounged around on the comfy couches, sitting in the air-conditioned chalet eating and talking and yelling around. Beatrice and Andrea were suddenly more mature then when i last saw them!!!!

Its a miracle!

Darren is still Mr Macho and Bryan is still Mr Perv/Kooky Man.

Me and Beatrice and Andrea were having the Time Of our Lives *Product Placement* ANNOYING the boys by singing The Call (which is that smexy Narnia song that played after Susan kissed Princie Caspian. Goes like," It started out with a feeling, which then turned into a hope...")

Went snorkeling the next day, after i practically cohered the kids to come along. I forced every single one of them to come. You shoulda SEEN how reluctant they were. It was so pathetic it was kinda funny.

The water wasnt all that clear, but i saw NEMO!! and DORY!! And the guides could frrigging speak Korean, and he was like, what, Indonesian. I made new Korean friends, some Korean girl from Korea. They were really flirty, kept 'accidentally brushing sand of our HOT AND SEXY AND TANNED Indonesian snorkel guides.

My mom was abit taken aback, and she kept telling me, "those girls a TOO friendly, dont be like them next time ah"

HAHAH.

But the guides were seriously hot though. For guides.

Anyway, on the last day we stayed in a played Pictionary, KIDS vs ADULTS.

The adults were positively COMPETITIVE. Especially Uncle Clarence. Kept arguing with poor me about the rules! The adults are horribly unrelently. They won, UNFAIRLY in the end, but they were seriously quite good at the game though.

But i mean, 20 years of experience? They had been at it, before i was born!! Try to beat that 20, abeit rusty years of experience. Not that easy. Theyd probably played all the cards before.

Anyway, track camp trm, and im shack out already.

GAHS. Todays CIP was alittle a a failure, the demanding parents kept complain about me. GEE. Something against me, those poor pissed off parents.

Kept going on about how i bullied their kid.

I LOVE KIDS, AND YOU PROBABLY SAW WRONG.

SO i said i was okay and that i took no offence, but COME ON, I LOVE KIDS! It kinda STINGS when you accuse me of bullying your little fat dear.

So annoying. GAH GAH GAH. BLAME ME PROOFLESS WHY DONT YOU, I'LL STEAL YOUR LITTLE ....

Ah. Enough of the ranting.

See ya after Fri!

THEN THAT WORD GREW

LOUDER AND LOUDER

TILL IT WAS A BATTLE CRY

I'LL COME BACK WHEN YOU CALL ME

-The Call. Narnia

Friday, June 06, 2008

SLC
Wheeps!

I facilitated the COOLEST GREATEST group ever, today!

Debbie the sexy leadership woman, LOK Hui Yi, Shi Ying is Cute and Shy-ie, Han Rui (I STRANGLE YOU), CanssandrAH the sweetie pie and Vrendra the I'll Sacrifice Myself And Drink The Orange Juice That Everyone Has Squeezed With Their Bare Hands.

The 6 of them were amazing, truly.

YOU GUYS IM SO PROUD OF YOU, MUAH MUAH MUAH.

On the first day, the 4 (there were only 4 on the firsts day) poor victims of my yells, cheers and pathetically and embarrassingly enthusiastic hollers were TURNED INTO YODELERS THEMSELVES! I had them screaming their lungs out.

Our group was christianed DORY, a hero in her own rights. I always thought it was spelled DORI. Only to be corrected very forcefully by my group.

Now i have to bug them everydaaaay.

This is not the last you will hear of me, Dorians.

So anyway, my brother went for this test to get into some prestigious tuition.

(I, for one, have NO idea why you need ot have tests to test your level of intelligence when you PAY for the darn lessons. Its screwed up, i say, this hoity toity crap. BANNED! These tests should be BANNED!!! -and yes, i have had bad experiences-)

So my mom and my sister anxiously awaited his prescence while he did his test.
SO HOW DID YOU DO? My mom asks.

"The question was


What do you normally do in your free time?


So i wrote 50 words. But the teacher said i had to write at least 80, so i added 30 more words." he said matter of factly.

BUT HOW? HOW ARE YO SUPPOSED TO ADD WORDS WHEN YOURE DONE WITH YOUR COMPO? My mom asks curiously.

Apparently, his entire compo went something like

What do you normally do in your free time?


I play basketball. I play baseball. I play volleyball. I play hand ball. I play captians ball. (Then it goes on the the "ings", ie. Swimming, cycling. And it goes on for 80 words.

FANTASTIC, THAT KID.

Thats why i love him so.































The freaky thing is, there are actually relatively few grammatical errors.

GAH.