Friday, October 31, 2008

OH HAPPY DAY

TODAY IS THE GREATEST DAY IN THE HISTORY OF MANDKIND.

See. Im becoming slightly mad.

WHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOPEEEEDOOOO!!!

Hahahahahahaha,

(People who currently feel annoyed with the world and everything they see, i advise you to read this some other day. We all know annoyed people look and happy people and feel bubbles of undefinable anger which makes them want to bash the happy people up.

BUT NO YOURE NOT BASHING ME UP TODAYY -AY!! MY SISTER'S GRADUATING AND I RAN LIKE A FRIKIN FASTEST IN MY LIFE. Okay, thats an exaggeration, but BAH!

WHATS A MILD EXAGGERATION TO KEEP ME FROM MY HAPPINESSS?!)


Today was the awesomest day in my whole life. REALLY REALLY.

Like WHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO, im listening to all the happy, cheesy songs like WALKING ON SUNSHINE and HAPPY DAY and MAMAMIA.

WAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHH!

Life is great.

Just-now i hung my arms out on the balcony till they turned numb and started laughing like a insane girl.

IM WALKING ON SUNSHINE,
WHOAOAOAOA.

Imtellingya, its the endorphins that kick in everytime i finish a crappy training. (Today was 300mx5. WHOA!)

WHOAAAAAAAA.

(see i told you. I get annoying when im too happy. ADRENELINE HIGH!!!!)

Look at all the exclamation marks!!

OH HAPPY DAY!!
AYYYY.

I smiled at the old woman in her little car and made deranged pokemon (courtesy of my bro) sounds when she smiled cutely back and hugged my intimidated little track juniors. (ROCK ON WINDY! WIND WIND WIND BAM)


BLABLABAAKLJFLKD.
AH AH AH. Im going crazy.

OMGOMGOMGOMG.

SHAKE SHAKE SHAKE SHAKE IT!

I LOVE GOD AND MY MUM AND CRYSTAL AND CARA AND FWAN AND MY SISTER AND MY CUTE BROTHER.

Have i told you, i love my brother.

I was telling him about how the song 'Heart of Worship' originated, and he told me

"Jie, my fav song is 'Everytime Dawn and Ash Touch', on youtube. Go find it!"

Its basically Everytime We Touch, POKEMON version.

HAHAHAHA.
He is so cute, i would kiss him if he didnt hit me everytime i try.

I LOVE HIM.

Honestly. I love him.

I love Marcus, the cutest brother alive.

(Lies on the floor feeling contented, listening to Everytime Dawn and Ash Touch.)

YAY.

I'll go see my sister dance her embarrassing ass off now at her GRAD.
LOVES.

Thursday, October 30, 2008

Gross

Nat: "Amanda Lee, you are so gross!"

People say that alot.

If you can imagine, the word GROSS would ring across the room numerous times :'GROSS GROSS GROSS GROSS', in fluctuating degrees of thundering condemnations which pierce my soul and i am banished to the basements of my self esteem, infested with egosuckers and squeamish little prideleeches.

I then fall to my chest (i just think is cooler to fall to your chest than your knees. More BAM! and some, innit?) and struggle against the silent battle while my ego and my selfpride get OBLITERATED TO A PULVERIZED PEA.

I convulse on the cold, bitter, hard floor, jerking and foaming at the mouth like a dog with rabies.



HAHAHAHAH.

Weiqing reckons people call you stuff because they like you and want to talk to you so badly they resort to underhand means. (Okay so that isnt excactly what she said, but thats the gist of it.)

Oh, the lengths people would go to capture my attention.


Remember those times when you were a angsty preteen with turbulent hormones? Where you were completely taken by this cutie but somehow, time and again, you kept insulting em?

Yeah, see.
So i figure shes right about that.

Coupled with the fact i find gross a very overrated word (something like 'sexy') which is grossly overused.

Ah. See what i mean.

People say it all the time.
If you check the thesaurus (which i did), gross actually mean crude/vulgar.

IN WHAT WAY AM I, AMANDA LEE THE GOD FEARING, ALL-FOR-MARITAL-SEX, CRINGE-AT-BAD-WORDS AMANDA CRUDE OR VULGAR!?

Geez. Im so pure im practically transparent. I AM, the EH-PITOME of sanctity and chasity.

(I am such a narcisist.)

Oh wait. or :Lacking in refinement or delicacy.

Ahhhh.



Moving on swiftly.

I lent my watch to Srn and now my left wrist looks unusually slender and elegant. I never knew such a dainty and delicate wrist lay beneath my watch.

Pretty wrists.




Narcissism
Def:
1. Inordinate fascination with oneself(:
2. Erotic gratification from admiring ones own physical or mental abilities.

Scoff.

Sunday, October 26, 2008

Halloween:
A Screeching Good Time

Hello-weeeeeen.

I walk through the darkness with Bobbie and Carh and tow, and furiously regretting my dopey decision to come to the NIGHT SAFARI (the Night Safari, for heavens sake!) on a HALLOWEEN night.

Even though i am known to be incredibly dauntless and audacious. And bold, and daring and yeah, keep going with all the synonyms. So, EVEN THOUGH i am known to be brave and daring and courageous, there are those rare times where i lose my cool.


So.
I was clutching on to Bob as if my whole darn life depended on it, cold sweat trickling down my back as i muttered about how stupid it was to be here at night.

I normally find the Night Safari a very creepy place to be at night (though technically, it only opens at night, hence the name). But today was a HALLOWEEN night. Scarecrowns, witches with humps and bumps all over their faces, killer clowns, faceless men and goosebump inducing TimSum ladies prowled the front area of the Night Safari.

I was so freaked, i nearly pissed in my pants.
My and Bobbies and Carh clung on to each other as we braved the spooky Night Zoo. Meanwhile, our other friends (France, Sanch, HaoBao, Dre, Lexia, WeiT and Tif) where perversely dispassionate about the whole thing.

Completely unaroused by the grotesque creatures, my stoic buddies when faced with those crazed masked things, were either disgustingly masochistic or utterly detached from their emotions.

They claimed they are "not scared at all", and kept telling us (the wimps) that "it was all fake". Sure we know that, but HELLO its the instinctive human nature inculcated into us eons ago by our barbarian forefathers to be apprehensive of things that look like they crawled out from hell!

The nature of humans to RUN AWAY SCREAMING is built into normal homosapiens like us, but WHO KNOWS what happened to their animal instinct. Probably lost somewhere after the blood got too mixed with monkeys or something.

HA. We'll see who'll last longer in a forest.


Haobao was grossly unaffected by the monstrosity of all those freakoheads. I quote her " I wanna go molest those monsters again."


The Tram Ride through the 'Hell' Portion was the shit scariest thing ever. Our guide was totally screwing with our heads for the first part of the ride, saying all sorts of suggestive things like "In Ancient mythology, people believe that deers can turn into witches" and "pontianaks prowl rainforests" and stuff.

Darn her.
I was so freaked out i nearly died.

They probably said load more stuff, but my eyes were screwed shut so tightly and my hands intertwined through France and Bobs so painfully, the immense effort sort of made difficult to catch what the guide was saying.




So.
In the end the creepos who were supposed to drape themselves in your face and scare the living day(and night)lights out of you, missed our row in the tram. I WAS SO RELIEVED WE DIDNT KENA THEM.

(Andrea, who wasnt scared at all, said she knee-ed the ghoul in the stomach and her knee managed to sense the chisled 6 pack of the guy inside the suit. WHOA sssexy ghoul indeed.

And MAN is Andrea skilled at sensing hot bods. Seriously, i would have been screaming my lungs out if the creature had flashed his ugly, deformed face at me. I would have screamed until i passed out.

And Haobao was molesting the hapless guy-in-suit.

Tough luck.)


And i wouldnt even have been able to sue them cause on the board outside it was clearly stated that they were not liable for anything misfortune that might happened to befall one of us 'wimps'.


After the eventful tram ride, we went for the walking trail, which was tons scarier cause there was no protection of The Tram. It was just You and The Dark. And the Creepos that lurked in the shadows.

I managed to brave the tree man (while hollering all the way) and the mummy, but it was the Chinese Zombie that got to me. Carh, that imbecile, said that we had to tell it that we werent afraid of it.

So we yelled "WE AINT SCARED OF YOU!" to its back.

(Before that the stupid zombie had touched my back even after i said 'hey you, dont you even THINK about touching me i mean seriously, cause theres a old woman in front of me and i'll scream so loud that she might have a sizeure and we'll have to come to you for the hospital bill" On his part, i was so delirious in fear, everything i said might have sounded like "Kahhh youdonttttt")

It swiveled around so quickly and its souless eyes bore into us as it stared. I SREAMED AND SCREAMED AND SCREAM AND YELLED AND SHOUTED with all my might as it slowly but surely hopped towards us.

I wanted to die.
My legs buckled under me as i backed into Andrea and fell down in my frenzy. Howling and shrieking and squawking like mad birds, i stumbled backwards and hid behind Andrea, my earlier words long forgotten.

it was cowardly, but the only feasible course of action.
His eyes were weapons enough.




We left the trail to go outside and face the killer clowns who were actually very nice. One was amusingly gross and i thought he was carring kerosine, but in the end we realised it was a basket of bottled bubbles.

The clown man was a laughriot. His makeup was freaky as crap but he was AWESOMELY FUNNY. I wanted so bad to see him with his stupid makeup off.

Fantasy:
Hot Guy: Hey wernt you the girl in white at the Night Safari?
Me: Yeah.
Hot Guy: You looked so cute when you were scared.
Me: Yeah, i get that alot.
Hot Guy: I was the Friendly Clown With the Bubbles!
Me: I thought you were unbearably funny then.
Hot Guy: How bout now?

I dont normally have this moronic fantasies, but hey, no need to take life too seriously sometimes, nobody gets out alive anyway.


But then he set The Family Butcher on me.
The Family Butcher was this heavy set guy with bloodstains all over his singlet and was holding a chopper bigger than my head.

The (Hot) Funny Clown said
"Hey, dude, get the girl in white (me). Shes scared of everything."

(Hello he is SO -O deluded. I was brave most of the time.)

So The Family Butcher decided to heed Clown's advice and chased the Wimpy 3 (me Carh and Bob) around the entire entrance area of NSafari. It was so embarrassing and everyone was starring but i was too stricken with fear to bother.


It was one crazy night.

Wednesday, October 22, 2008

Tuesdays With Morrie

(I suddenly adore this colont (colour+font) quite very much.)

Tuesdays With Morrie is not a book.
Its not one of those self-help life maunals which i revel in, neither is it a run-of-the-mill novel that aspires only to entertain.

Tuesdays With Morrie is a NECESSITY. Is is a fundamental, essential portion of our lives, incorporated into every single thing we do, decide or think.

It is not comprehensive, but it is sine qua non, a much needed wake up call on how, quote Morrie,

"So many people walk around with a meaningless life. They seem half-asleep, even when their busy doing things they think is important.

This is because their chasing the wrong things. The way to get meaning into your life is to devote yourself to loving others, devote yourself to the community around you, and devote yourself to something that gives you purpose and meaning.".

We all know Morrie is right.
Because he is.

But todays society tries to convince otherwise, and if you know the culture of today doesnt work, DONT BUY IT. DONT BUY ALL THE SEEMINGLY HUMDRUM AND CUSTOMARILY TYPICAL WAY OF LIFE. Because its wrong. But it has been incorporated into everyone of our systems, that its okay to have sex with a guy because you feel like it, that its okay to allow our life to revolve around a TV drama, or to manifest every second of our life on the computer.

I guess the most important thing is to get your priorities straight. Focus, Live, Learn, and LOVE.

What a great life ahead.

When i got my IC done today, (omg i look a crap in the photo. I kept telling the man who was taking the picture to retake them until he got slightly annoyed. BUT SERIOUSLY every single time i need a picture that would haunt me everytime someone looks at my wallet, I LOOK LIKE IM MAD. Either mad at someone, or mad as in INSANE.)

Lucky the lady at the counter didnt comment on the photo. But she kept exclaming

"What a cute thumb!"

while she was grabbing it and squishing it in the inkpad. She smooshed it quite a number of times, but it came out slighty fat and gross.

"Hahaha, we need to do it again, you have a VERY cute thumb, yknow, girl"

So now i become very self conscious when the counter people want my thumbprint.

GAH.

HOCRWABBIE.
I have 11 minutes to get to schoooooool for dance prac. HAHAHA its gonna be hilarious. Me and Ali are supposed to think up some unembarrassing dance steps for our sexy wing, Lumen.

That is close to impossible.

I dont cheograph dances. I try my utmost to grasp dance steps which OTHER people make up.

Most of the time, my attempts are pathetic.

Damn.
9 Mins.

Gonna have to make a run to school.

Sunday, October 19, 2008

AYD

ARCHDIOCESAN YOUTH DAY
BAM.

Today was yeepeedoo fun.

YIPEE DOO FUN i tell you.

In the wee hours of the morning, i DRAGGED my sorry ass out bed to prepare for Cara's surprise birthday thingy.

Literally DRAGGED.
I hate getting up. Lying in bed after you wake (My dad calls it 'Lye Chuang' He takes it as a personal insult when you do it.) is the best thing ever. You just sink into the silky softness of the cushy bedsheets and snuggle up to watch the morning sunlight shine through the window.

AHHHHH.

And then i hear the birds chirping and the gentle breeze that whooshes into the room.

And the more you try to struggle out of this little cozy paradise, the deeper you sink into the pleasure of it all. The sometimes i want to stay in bed so bad, i fall back asleep but DREAM that i wake up and go to school.

Its like my whole subconscious even wants me to fall back asleep. My own MIND betrays me.


So we go to Caras house and blow up the balloons outside her mansion and sneak in and hide behind her kitchen counter because the Birthday Girl herself is upstairs.

Her mom, who is the best coadjutor ever tries to discreetly lure her downstairs.

"CARA COME DOWN FOR BREAKFAST!"

"I ALREADY ATE, LA"

Crap!

"JUST COME DOWN I WANNA TALK TO YOU!"

Wow, applaudable acting skills indeed.

Yeah so anyway, AYD was crazy fun, met all my other church friends there and sang till i got hoarse and my voice kept breaking and it was quite embarrassing.



Im playing tennis tomorrow so i have to go to sleep NOW. I need to in tiptop shape in case some tennis scout comes a-looking. HOHOHO.

Wednesday, October 08, 2008

OH WE ARE RIDING

On a bus. And on a train.

I love riding around the place. Travelling.

You know, i really think people should make travelling a hobby. I dont mean travelling to exotic, lush lands around our stunningly awesome world. People THINK that would be relaxing, but heck no. The packing, the stressing, the plans, the hotels, the booking and the MONEY. It totally defeats the whole purpose of a relaxing, happy, HOBBY.



People are weird.
They can warp up anything.

Riding a BUS on the other hand, is nice.

It is comfy just sittin in a bus and listening to your music, cause you know where youre going, youve nothing to do, you can just be in the zone.

Or, you can do things like, smile at people you dont know, cause, frankly you will never see them again. And whats the use of strangers if you cant embarrass yourself? Plus, you make people happy, because they are amused at you.

And if you can make a poor workaholic who had a day of crap grin by falling down on the bus stairs, why not?

Why not indeed.

*just a side note*
ASHTON ASHTON I LOVE YOU!
*okay back to my point*

WHY is it relaxing? You do things like,
Like daydream.

People watch. (Hottie watch, yeah, whatever)

Think about stuff.

Or NOT think about stuff. (Which i sometimes find very, very enjoyable. I mean, we're human BEings. We gotta just BE. I cant just THINK all the time. It'll kill you. Think ALL the time and people'll have to call you i dunno, human THINKings. Which is honestly sounds so scary, because not thinking about anything is really a joy, so beautiful. Almost like art. Art is bottomless, and its meaning cannot possibly be quantified and understood through the mechanisms of logic and reason. (Too into Lit. Gross) THUS, you must EXPERIENCE it yourself.
Yeah.

Yeah.)


Exams are over but it feels funny, mainly cause i kinda have nothing to do. Bizzare. Its sorta strange that the feeling im feeling now isnt excactly the europhia i was waiting to usher in.

I AM SO IRRATIONAL I CANNOT TAKE IT.
Argh. I finally, ultimately, EVENTUALLY finish my exams and i kinda feel, bored.

BORED! I dont understand it either. Its like dude, just hang loose! Have fun! But NOOOOOOOOOOO. Crazy, insane girl. Even though im probably to blame for this glitch in my almost perfect postEOY holiday. Theres just this guilt that perhaps i shouldnt be doing this. Maybe thats my conscience talking!

MAYBE, it wants me to go and do something more worthwhile than hangout around shopping centers, and watch movies! (Yeah, its scarcely MY fault that my conscience is doing this. I just have so much humanity. Sigh. Thats me, the nice girl. Seriously, give the girl an award.) Yeah, maybe i'll really enjoy myself if i go helpout at an oldfolks home or something. Ythink?

Gosh. WHICH SANE GUY WILL WANT TO GO OUT WITH A GIRL WHO CANNOT HAVE FUN AND LIKES TO SPEND HER TIME AT OLD FOLKS HOMES?!

"Hey sweetie, lets go feed Mr Liew today, whilst all my friends go to movies and gush at robots (WALL-E, namely. Those two say Wah eee and Eeee vah over and over again and expect us to sit there and appreaciate it. Scintillating conversation indeed. I MEAN SERIOUSLY i lost all hope in cartoons after that show. It was so brainlessly senseless i wanted to scream because the consuming, all envoloping dullness of it all. Robots are supposed to be categorized, if solely for entertainment, in the SCIFI category. Where theres space-time quantium shit, which i ALSOLUETLY RELISH IN, i mean how cool is that! Thousand times cooler than 2 mute robots who starred in a movie which high point was flying around space with a fireextinguisher or something for like, 5 minutes.

And i know all that stuff about how it cost so much to make it. HAHAHA, it sure cracks me up. Though, i guess ultimately people watch it because they say its 'cute!' Not going to comment on that, because i RESPECT that. I completely respect that people just have different preferences. It like how some people love crocodiles, and somepeople loves cuddling them. Respect, man.) and have crazy parties. We're gonna have so much fun!"

Its a bleak future ahead in my lovelife.

But the again, WHO CARES. Heh.
Slong, im happy. Gods happy. Worlds all good.

Today on the bus back from town i was on a bus where i saw a REEEEEEEEEEAAAALLLLYYYYY cute guy. I when i say cute, i dont mean cute the generic, boring way. He wasnt. He wasnt the IN YOUR FACE cute, yknow, it was more the subtle, absurdly unconventional oddness of his features.

He didnt look like the kind of guy who went for shallow girls who, quote ST, subsisted on iced coffee and breathstrips. He looked more like that kind of sexy, poised guys, who knew the difference between a vapid, imbecillic gorgeously beautiful girl (but as i said ALL FAKE) and a intelligently striking one.

He was the kind of guy was was well clear of those revolting male chauvinistic ego and with a perfectly quirky smile and a quaint personality.

He was the provocative type who was intelligent, articulate but was a kooky and sweet too. He had the nicest smile.

Which i happen to think is the most important thing ever, because smiling is so, SO simple, but in that inexplicable twist it is the most beautiful thing to give someone. (ASSUMING ITS A REAL ONE. Heh. Which people call a Duchenne Smile. Its pretty)

Oh wow.
I wanna talk about Kimi Raikkonen and his mysterious unpenetratable inscrutibility. And his sexy chilling blueies. BUT.

I have to pee, so well.
Off i go.