Tuesday, November 30, 2004
clare says getting up at 9 is ungodly.
let ME tell you what it ungodly.
waking up at 730.
that's what's ungodly.
i'm so tired it isnt even funny.
and i can't even sleep properly in my own bed because my mom refuses to get decent curtains and the damned sun rays are pointed right at where my head rests every morning.
it's a curse, i tell you.
730 is the time for school, it isn't the time for a now currently school-less kid like me to wake up when there is nothing to do for the day.
i am so tired.
grad was last night.
i don't know how it was, didn't go.
haha, but seeing everyone in cute little pastel colored gowns and dresses was quite an experience.
i still think clare should've worn that purple dress from bebe.
charlotte looked terrific.
and i realised that my brother's right. she DOES have a small little cat face.
like my sister's soft toy.
-cackles.
then, at some point, i suddenly realised she reminded me of shancai. (y'know, y'know, meteor garden. haha)
okay, whatever lah.
my attire was all over the place.
sure as hell wouldnt be let in.
didn't wanna try either.
this really wasn't my kind of thing.
so whilst everyone had dinner of whatever it was they were doing, i trooped back up to the hotel room to watch TV.
okay, it's not as sad as it sounds.
i actually like doinf loser things like that.
sitting alone in a room watching TV, or reading or looking out from the balcony and pondering the meaning of life (i make myself sound so philosophical :D)
the book was terrible.
shit, stupid, boring historical romance trash.
but i finished reading it.
then, for the first time since i was in lower primary and didnt know better, i sat through some sub-standard channel 8 drama for one whole bloody hour.
that guy was so fugly it wasn't even funny.
and the girl is a human specimen of contradictions.
body's thin as hell, but has the fattest face around.
anyways, then i watched a documentary on japanese mummies and how they manage to mummify themselves without the whole egyptian procedure of embalming (the process takes ten years. when they're still alive. WOW!) on discovery channel.
THAT was quite entertaining.
then america's next top model which as always, was a lot of fun.
and that's how i spent my whole night.
HAHAHA.
i sound like such a loser.
oh, raffles hotel looks damn good from a bird's eye view.
SO, i couldnt stay overnight cos' my mom refused to let me.
she says i dont deserve it since i didn't want to go for grad.
(yes, she hasn't forgiven me for that yet)
hence, i had to troop back like an absolute loser.
but oh well, as if i didnt spend my entire night like a complete loser.
ad at 1 o'clock today, i'm gonna troop right back to raffles city.
goddarnnit.
this is so conflicted.
i'm so tired.
i'd just been bullied into staying in the hotel room whilst everyone else floats around like cute little bits of dyed cotton candy down in the -coughs, convention centre.
(view the sarcasm in my words)
oh, whoopdeedoo.
-mutters.
all i wanna do is stay home and watch TV.
preferably mars.
OKAY?
everybody doesnt wanna let me off the hook.
-dramatic sigh.
it's me against the world.
tmd.
going to shop for winter clothing later.
this is so exciting (:
i feel lightened.
no grad for me, thank you very much.
my mom keeps worrying that i'll get into shit for it.
but like i'd already told her.
i have no obligation to the school anymore.
and besides, it's just some sad little affair in a convention centre with an absurd dress-code.
no big loss.
i'm just wondering when they're gonna finally give us our testimonials though.
but i'm not worrying either.
one thing about having your life ruined?
you start to not care about anything anymore.
quite liberating, if i may say so.
like, my PAE thing?
remembered to do that at like, 430 in the morn whilst watching TV.
glided to the computer while my sister fretted over whether i'm over the deadline.
clicked a few JCs here and there.
made only 5 choices out of the given twelve.
just made sure CJC was in the first 2 and that was it.
i can't even remember what were the others.
lost my verification paper too.
oh, who cares.
i had so many missed calls from clare yesterday.
she'll call, and i'll miss it.
i'll troop to my handphone to check, see it
then i'll sms an 'oops. sorry, you called?'
and troop away.
so when she calls again, i miss it.
i think i must've missed about a million calls yesterday.
haha.
oh. i followed my mom to court some days back.
'twas a stressful experience.
for one, i was forced to wake up at 8
was completely drained, and my remaining energy had to be used to keep my eyes open.
you actually have to BOW when you enter and leave the courtroom.
and that's showing respect to the court, not the judge.
isn't that wierd?
and you have to keep silent.
and of course, i'm not one to keep to the rules.
i have to say though, having big hairy malay policeman glare at you to hush you up is quite a different experience from being told to keep silent by an annoying school prefect.
was just about to send an instinctual death glare back to the man when i realised this was the police force i was dealing with, not the prefectorial board.
so i shut myself up and looked at my mom's comforting back.
don't play play, man.
then my mom brought us to gate-crash the juvenile court where the judge scared me thoroughly.
i swear, i went right weak in the knees.
she was EXACTLY like a teacher.
brought back bad memories.
she went, "HOW CAN I BE SURE YOU WON'T DO THIS AGAIN, HUH, LORINA?"
how many times has a teacher said that to me in the exact same tone, man.
gad, i'm glad i'm not a deliquent.
clare just came online, and she's confusing me.
i shall have to sort out all her jumbled sentences.
-grim.
i have watched my show.
the whole thing.
the entire thing.
man, am i satisfied (:
and i don't care how much of a loser i'm gonna sound like, but oooooh!
ooh, ooh, ooooooh :D
i'm completely in lust with with the guy.
maybe in love too.
but more lust.
hahaha, i am so honest.
clare's nightmare has come through.
-jiggles happily.
i'm gonna watch it all over again once i've calmed myself down from the happy fest.
i've never quite liked that barbie hsu.
i like her sister, i like her boyfriend, just cannot stand her.
but this show actually makes her quite passably likeable.
i like the opening song to the show (:
i quite like the ending one too, even if it's just a little bit soppy sounding.
i just don't like that scary psychotic UGLY guy.
cannot bear to look at his face.
and that wierd freakazoid look in his eyes.
and he stabbed ling twice.
TWICE.
my dear, cute ling could've died, okay.
and he almost did too.
hoo-hah, the suspense was killing me.
thankfuckin'god he didnt die.
hahaha, i am happy he didnt die.
sylvia will now have to share him with me.
haha, actually, come to think of it, we ALL have to share the man.
i openly declare that i have joined the ranks of those wierd OP-wearing girls who yammer in mandarin and like, probably have wet dreams about this .. Vic Zhou.
(though it needs to be said that i own not one item of clothing from OceanPacific or have wet dreams. period)
i don't even know if i've spelt the name correctly, but who cares really, i can recognise the face.
man, that didnt really make sense.
HAHA, i'll bet that when clare sees this she will disassociate herself from me.
i am a certified loser.
-laughs.
oh yes.
i have this gut feeling that i will fall seriously ill on the 29th of Nov.
very seriously, too.
like with leukemia or pneumonia or something.
or maybe tubercolosis.
who knows?
so don't be looking for me on that day, i'll be home recuperating.
oh i'm tired, slept at 530 last night.
by the time i went to my bedroom, my maid had already woken up to do some chores already.
but if i sleep now, my body clock's gonna go haywire.
shall perservere.
i'll watch my show again later (:
haha.
man, this IS life.
God help me for i have the biggest arse known to mankind.
it's so large it's obscene.
i can wear nothing, okay.
NOTHING.
and yesterday when we went to watch mama mia, my mom made me wear something more presentable, and i couldnt't even wear the marks&spencer jeans without looking like one sad round blob.
marks&spencer! they sell clothes for old, fat british women, AND I COULDN'T WEAR THOSE JEANS.
i bought them 6 months ago and they were sliding down my arse (that's why i bought them)
and now? i can barely wear them.
they are actually .. ugh .. SNUG.
i. am. horrified.
so i couldnt wear those jeans right? (so much for levi's)
hence, i had to wear my black mango skirt, because, according to my sis, the billlowing flaps are the only things that could cover my obscene behind.
but, what could i wear as a top?
i did not want any more reminders that i have ballooned beyond control, so i desolately picked out my quiksilver tee and gritted my teeth while i put it on.
YES, I KNOW.
it sounds terrible even when just put in words.
imagine my pain when i turned around and looked at my mirror.
and imagine my humiliation when my sister saw me and went,"OH MY GOD, you look hideous. go and change."
just like that.
those cruel words just plain broke my heart.
why? because I KNEW SHE WAS SPEAKING THE TRUTH.
ohh, the pain..!!
i was like, the TITANIC of the night.
no longer have i the audacity to call myself a sampan (okay, insider joke. read classics if you want to be an .. -whispers seductively .. insider! ooh.)
i am the only person capable of mixing quiksilver and mango.
i created the greatest style felony of all time.
i was the biggest fashion faux pas of the year.
i am the world's largest man-made disaster. (pun intended)
):
YAY, i'm gonna watch Mama mia tonight.
-jiggles.
can't wait.
i love my momma.
hello, hello!
it's 1 am in the morning and i'm blogging.
but WAIT, that's not wierd.
what's wierd is that i am actually tired.
went to bri's old/new house just now for her surprise party (:
her house is drattedly nice, even if there are a little too many boxes around.
it was so cute.
we staged a ghost thing to scare her.
she was scared.
boy was she scared.
even if she says she wasn't scared.
jes, karen and all are such jolly people.
which reminds me.
on chem day, they kept me so happy, my cheeks were hurting from smiling too much after a while.
and anybody who really knows me knows that i'm not a huge smiler.
that just proves what jolly people they are.
not even i amuse myself so much.
haha.
bri's pooch is very pretty.
maybe i'll persuade my mom to buy a white cat instead of a yorkipoo.
a yorkipoo is by the way, a cross between a yorkshire terrier and a poodle :D
damned cute.
then we all watched america's next top model.
i like tyra banks.
she's so pretty.
i need to lose weight.
that's pretty much self-explainatory.
did i spell that correctly?
i can't be bothered to make sure.
i want levis.
from seiyu.
so i can get the cute FREE alarm clock!!
(haha, yes i know i sound like a HDB auntie. but jeez, the clock is SO darling)
but to get levis, i must first have some good, drastic weight loss.
see, levi's all have those label things at the back with every damn one of your measurements on it.
wouldnt do me and my pride any good if anyone from the public can see that i have a waistline of like .. 50. (THAT WAS PURELY HYPOTHETICAL)
i must lose weight.
okay, you know what?
i feel ignored.
and fat.
which is always bad.
clare is not answering my calls.
okay, call.
i dont call people more than once simultaneously.
unless i'm desperate, then that's another matter.
i'm so bored.
maybe i should watch mean girls again.
this time in the living room.
pffft.
my hair is a large poofy mess.
and that pisses me off.
i should never let the hairdresser straight-iron my hair EVER.
gives the illusion that i have nice hair when in fact, i dont.
should've made such no ironing shit touched my hair.
like last time.
damn, my hair looked really nice last time.
at least i thought so.
ayyyyye.
im depressed already.
got nothing to do.
oh, woe.
my brother is gay.
he likes avril lavigne.
how gay is that?
and he likes that sick natasha bedingfield song.
and he vibrates to beyonce's crazy in love.
and he makes a nursery rhyme out of Martin Lutherking's 'I have a Dream'.
he's so gay, i think.
but at least he doesnt listen to cyndi wang.
or jolin tsai.
imagine that.
been in a terrible mood.
everybody's annoying me.
it's my brother birthday today.
it's bri's too.
happy birthday to the birthday people (:
my mom bought me vcds yesterday.
the dear sweet lady.
i've finished watching them all already.
i'm a serial couch potato, i am.
my hair looks and feels very pretty now.
but it could be because the whole hairdresser schmooze has yet to wear off yet
(you know how it is when you go to the hairdresser's and they fix your hair up real pretty and you think, "wow! nice haircut!" then one good hair washing later on, and your hair looks exactly as it always looks like)
i have a 24-hour rule.
i only wash my hair once every 24 hours.
the 24 hours is yet to be up, so i'll just have to wait till i wash my hair to see it's true state.
the mere thought of it depresses me already.
and my fringe still looks mighty long.
maybe it's because the hairdresser straight ironed my hair.
speaking of which, she straightened my hair so much i looked like morticia addams.
made me so excited.
always did like morticia.
so sexy, that lady.
classy too.
(i prefer wednesday though. never smiles, so cool.)
clare has yet to get back to me about her shopping spree.
stupid girl.
i need to buy ear studs.
the hairdresser scraped my last ear stick out of my cartilege piercing with her huge toothed comb.
i know, ouch.
such violence.
my brother has an ice cream cake, i'm still having an inner debate with myself over whether i should consume it or not.
been spending the last few hours sobbing like a baby over those chinese soaps my mom bought.
okay, i'm exaggerating.
BUT, i liked it cos it managed to make me cry.
only 4 films have made me cry before.
1) disney's DUMBO when the mother elephant was locked in some metal box, because the circus people thinks she's a loony elephant, and dumbo's outside the cage. they are hooking trunks and crying. very touching moment.
2) disney's THE LION KING when the daddy lion died from the wildebeast stampede and simba was trying to wake him up. couldn't watch that part of the show for the next 5 years withour sinking into depression.
3) LOVE CONTRACT where the girl became a vegetable and the guy was cooking a meal for her and he was yabbering some cliched but sweet thing about wanting to reincarnate as a rock so that the wind (the girl's name is wind. hahahah) can erode him and he becomes sand and swirls with the wind, thereby ensuring they stay together forever. all this whilst crying uncontrollably. the fact that i was nursing an infatuation for the male at that time really helped those tear ducts.
4) and THIS show i was watching. the girl dies and the guy feels bad and tries to do stuff. nothing special, except the male is one of the few chinese actors who can actually ACT. and he was good and natural and sad without being overly maudlin. fact that the female actor is his actual girlfriend and he has nice big beautiful eyes helped.
i'm a big fan of walt disney.
okay, that was a very random thought.
i'm having random thoughts all the time.
there isn't anything else to think about.
and i still have to battle the guilt i'm feeling.
I DON'T EVEN KNOW WHY I'M FEELING GUILTY.
i'm so used to feeling guilty i can't NOT feel guilty anymore.
i'm in disbelief.
HOLA! the exams are finally over!
haha, and guess what was my first thought when i woke up at fucking early 9 o'clock in the morning?
"fuck, what should i study today?"
this is bad.
something tells me i should start to re-condition myself to get used to my new FREE status.
towning with clare and bri last night
we watched 'saw' which was hella wonderful.
i'm somehow glad shutter was packed.
was bloody hyped up watching the show.
fucking cool lah.
i think bri and clare were hyped too, except they showed it differently.
i was inching forward to get a better feel,
they were clutching both my arms (yes, i was in the middle)
and they were hiding behind my huge shirt.
and strangling my poor self.
and yes clare, i DO in fact agree i'm a good one to watch such shows with.
LEE THE FEARLESS.
hahahah.
OH, and i thought (word here is
thought) that i saw my old tuition friend.
an old, old tuition friend.
only i think i saw her after the movie in the cinema and i was too dizzy-eyed to really scrutinize.
besides, it's rude to scrutinize.
but damn, now that i think of it, i should've just shouted across the cinema and asked.
and then, i'll be able to prove to myself that i have an infallible memory! -laughs maniacally.
okaay lah, it was really a long time ago.
BUT, i do clearly remember that i quite enjoyed her presence in tuition.
(why, i do not remember. but the fact that i remember her is quite an achievement already)
therefore, i feel i should've just asked her if she was that old tuition friend.
yes, i was so high i wouldn't have felt much humiliation even if i were wrong.
(as if that could happen -sniffs)
okay, enough with the long reminiscing.
i'm a happy, happy girl.
i said that to pep myself up.
i'll be a lot happier if i could go to england next year.
but oh well, it was a good night spent with clare and bri.
i will pull them along when i wanna watch a movie next (:
sheesh, and it's so troublesome that i'm not 16 yet.
almost couldnt get into the movies last night.
annoying old man ticketer.
had to go to the manager and feed him bullcrap while showing him our O level entry proof as evidence of our age.
aren't we ingenious? (okay, technically clare was the one who came up with it)
please let the the 3rd of december present itself already.
oh well, busy day today!
first to do something about my scary hair.
then to update my passport picture (:
then maybe if i'm up to it, i will call clare to bug her and join her in her mission to find new pretty clothes.
i like aimless business like this.
goodbye guilt sprees!
-waves merrily.
y'know, i've been thinkin'.
how'd i get my way and find my ass in england next year?
the Os are ending.
time to bring out the heavy artillery.
shit, all i REALLY need is money.
and people wonder why i worship money of any form.
pondering over this has given me nights of sleeplessness.
and that is unforgivable.
different people have different needs.
charlotte needs 8 hours of sleep.
i need to have the satisfacton of thinking that i've not been shortchanged in terms of sleep.
if not, whether i've actually slept or not, i'll still be sleep deprived.
annoyance's been plaguing me.
when i'm irritated, i'm synonimous to a human vegetable.
irritation disables me.
i can think of nothing but the overwhelming irritation.
i think i may be slightly obsessive compulsive when it comes to this.
i need to hole myself up somewhere.
home is too noisy.
the websites that charlotte links are interesting.
though i derive no joy from xiaxue.com
the salmon pink drives me nuts.
her english isn't even as perfect as she likes think it is.
her entries bore me.
they are bizarre at best, extravangantly nonsensical at worst.
and besides, she looks wierd.
like a cosmetics salesgirl at tang's.
so what if her PSLE score was 269.
i mean, how old is she, already? 20?
PSLE for her was what, 8 years ago?
like, get over it already.
ahlian with brains.
what an oxymoron.
life is so mundane i have to resort to criticising someone i dont even know.
trying to study for history is a lost cause.
i'm reduced once again to typing trash because i've nothing better to do.
dear God,
please let the Os be over so that my life may proceed again.
oh, and it would be nice if by some miracle, you could send 80grand down to earth for me.
or maybe visit my father in his dreams and intimidate him into being uncharacteristically acquiescent and sending me abroad on his own free will. thanks.
ps: if you're going to choose the latter method, using toads might be a good way to start. the man is terrified of those amphibians.
love,
lee
oh yeah, and i just remembered something.
i had a really wierd dream this morning.
it was a mixture of grad and melbourne.
can't really remember the exact details, but the dream was well .. more of a nightmare.
actually, it wasnt really about grad.
didn't manage to reach that part.
the events leading up to it was bad enough to give me the jitters.
mostly, i was very annoyed that i had to go.
then i was forced to wear all these ridiculous bits of white clothing.
layer after layer.
and of course i was very unhappy, but someone in my dream obviously intimidated me enough to get my compliance.
so i very grudgingly stepped out of my house looking like an overpacked snowman.
(as if i'm not fat enough already, as it is)
and THEN, i realised that some unkind souls out there were wearing jeans and tees.
mocking me, i bet.
then somehow, in my rage, i was swung to the chaos in my house because everyone was going to melbourne.
and i was so riled up already, but i still had to get all that shit to deal with.
and it was like, ALL my relatives were going.
that's like, a nightmare within a nightmare.
the nightmare among all nightmares.
you get my drift.
and we all had to WALK across the huuuge tarmac to get to the damned plane.
and everybody was chittering and chattering non-stop.
and i was annoyed to no end.
the plane flight was unnaturally short.
then my mom went shopping in some small australian shop which was pretty nice.
and i decided to call phoon.
couldnt bloody get through.
was hopping around in a complete bitch fit.
and then suddenly my mom's like, "it's time to go back to singapore."
like, ?!
all that trouble and we're going back after stepping on australian ground for only 90 minutes?
and then i'm back to the grad thing.
and i'm pisser than ever all over again.
SOMEONE MADE ME WEAR VELVET DRAPERY WITH GOLDEN CORDS, OKAY?
and so, i woke up grouchier than i've been in days.
and you're probably wondering why i just narrated the entire sordid nightmare i had.
it's because, i believe that everything that happens, happens for a reason.
therefore, i take this nightmare as a very obvious omen about grad.
and i'm not going anymore.
HASTA LA VISTA, DAPHNE.
hahahahaha,
i cut my fringe (:
it's of the DIY variety.
i wonder if i'll regret it.
though, my hair looks quite alright, if i may say so myself.
this is what i call an experiment gone right.
boring afternoons should be used as productively as today's all the time.
i'm suddenly slightly annoyed with statcounter.
haah, i wish it could tell me the name of my visitors and not just their IPs ):
like, CLARE CHAN WAI MAN or something.
so much funner that would be for me.
i hate sitting in front of the screen and pondering who this dear person who visited my blog so many times could be.
and it isn't even me either.
which makes it even wierder.
because how could anyone vist me more than i visit myself?
that's some fan i got.
ego-booster, that.
haha.
this is so random.
i'm bored.
i'm so bored i'm even watching singapore idol.
they're singing in chinese for some reason.
quite interesting.
i do not like that daphne.
looks like tweety bird with make-up,
looks like crap without make-up.
wierd, breathy, high-pitched voice.
and that's all i've got to criticise so far since the only other person i've seen is olinda cho and she did not bad.
didn't even look all that odd wrapped in the feather boa.
(how many birds had to die for that, though?)
which therefore makes it sadder that daphne still succeeds in looking more like a bird than olinda wrapped in feathers.
ohh, it's back.
it's sylvester.
he looks damn ah-beng.
look at that horrific shirt with the funny motifs.
but even though he looks wrong, i think i could not mind him, given time.
except i won't, cos' i don't like singapore idol.
ahh, it's taufik now.
he has pretty eyes and nice lashes.
sings well too.
i think he could be the best.
maybe he'll win.
hahaha, i think that last judge looks really stoic and he says the nicest comments.
nicest comments for me to hear, of course.
i like that it's so drastically different from the others it pricks everybody's bubble.
funneh.
oh god, i can't believe i'm giving a commentary about the show.
just shows how bored i am, doesn't it.
this is quite fun.
i like making aimless remarks about senseless things.
makes me feel happy.
like one of clare's and my bitching sprees about unknown pedestrians in town
what fond memories (:
MY LORD, that girl is singing a meteor garden song.
she better do it well.
was watching my brother play age of empires.
fascinating.
i like age of empires.
it reminds me of my younger years.
haha.
my brother's the cheating kind though.
using cheat codes so cheerfully throughout the game.
so obviously, he was winning like nobody's business too.
and you'll think he'll be happy and all?
oh NOO, he's only happy when every one of his enemy population is vanquished.
so he targets even the very last enemy
sheep.
all the time muttering to himself, "victory is sweet, victory is sweet!"
like, whatever lar.
if he ever (God forbid) becomes some kind of dictator, he's gonna be the perverted kind who kills even the last baby.
or like, the very last sparrow or something.
and in the game, he keeps targetting the women.
everytime he sees a lone lady walking innocently somewhere, he sends his entire troop of army to flatten her.
his reasoning?
oh, the women are lethal because without them, the enemy can't add to their population.
its just a game, dammit.
why so serious?
he even has A division, B division and backups for his army.
goddarn wierd.
but terribly interesting to watch.
i could get used to this.
i've decided that i really can't wait for the Os to end.
i can't wait to replenish my supply of readable books and watchable VCDs.
too bad, it'll only be for a month.
that sucks, i think.
i still wanna go to CTC -grumbles.
everybody's out to get me.
wanna be in Beijing ):
it's not snowing YET, according to my sis.
they're waiting for the temperature to drop another degree and then snow is sure to present itself.
and since, it's only their 4th day there, i'm confident my sister's gonna see some snow.
DAMN.
i wanna see snow too ):
have decided that i love my friends a lot.
even though phoon never signs her name properly at my tagboard and on a whole, bri doesnt really frequent my tagboard.
and clare hardly updates, and charlotte doesnt update at all.
but i still love them all the same.
even xiangting who's finally decided to make her presence known.
if the Olevels were over already, i could say that i'm quite (but not really there yet) blissful.
-laughs.
i want the Gone With The Wind book by margeret mitchell!
can't wait to go hunt it down.
somehow i don't think they sell the book at popular.
ooh, just the thought of it makes me tingle in excitement.
OH YES, and i just found out today that i left out a part of the last question for emath paper1.
-slaps forehead.
like how fucking stupid can i get?
that one mark could help me a lot.
and the thing that pains me?
i had like half an hour to do something about it!
but did i realise that?
NO.
and i didnt even know i made such a foolish mistake until i stumbled on some blog yesterday and read about the owner's sad dilemma about knowing how to do the question and not having the time.
and here was i, with all the time in the world, AND I DIDN'T EVEN NOTICE IT.
i'm so blind it's not even funny.
i have fallen in love with Gone With The Wind
it's one of those shows that can't seem to get off my mind.
i'll put it right up there with Titanic.
i like watching classics.
shall go on to Casablanca next.
hopefully it'll be good and not terribly tedious like all those marilyn monroe ones (even if marilyn monroe is terribly interesting to watch. pointy breasts! -cackles)
i think Vivien Leigh is gorgeous.
always thought so.
but after watching Gone With The Wind, i've decided that she's beyond gorgeous.
was just struck by how pretty she was.
nice sparkly eyes too.
and i like Rhett Butler too.
even if he did look kinda odd with the moustache and the funny clothes.
but then again, that could be because the show's set in the time of Abe Lincoln.
i'm just gushing non-stop about the show.
i like it.
velli velli mucho.
haha.
it was one darn long show though.
popped the DVD in at 5 yesterday,
and the show only ended at like, 8 45
yes, THAT long.
it even had an intermission.
amazing.
it is currently 1020 and my sister still hasn't called.
the ungrateful thing.
she has forgotten us
she has forgotten the people who raised her.
ungrateful worm.
what is it our school always say, huh.
'drink water, think of source' RIGHT?
is she doing that now? NO.
so much for being the model student.
puii.
my boredom is taking away my civilization.
clare says she wrote an entry about me.
more like, she wrote two lines about me.
am not very satisfied.
why, if i were to write an entry about her, it'll be a good and proper entry.
so there.
my sister is in beijing now.
AND IT'S SNOWING THERE.
observe the jealousy in my words.
winter came early and therefore, the lucky cow gets to see snow.
i am a very envious girl now.
shucks.
i hope she calls back soon so i can interrogate her about the winterwonderland she's in.
i am willing her to call now.
hopefully she feels my .. thought waves.
call, call, CALL.
haaah, this is so pointless.
there's still math tommorrow and im just not in the mood to get down to study.
just watched MTV taildaters
am thinking the asian guy there was quite cute.
i'm acting like i'm sec1 again.
everwhere i look, i seem to see some cute guy.
this sucks.
magdalene just called me a fat bird
and a red bean cake.
-doleful.
rude, ill-mannered child.
i should get clare to discipline her.
SO THERE, MAG.
tch.
my sister has left for beijing.
and i didn't send her off.
haha, cos i was tired.
she was quite understanding about it actually.
though before she left, she piled my bed high with all her furry stuff.
at least i was too tired to notice until i woke up fully.
her phone doesn't have auto-roaming, so there you go, not a peep from her for 10 days.
10 DAYS.
that means i can do all i want in my room and not bother about her whining away.
and i can read till 4 in the morning if i wanted.
quite a happy thought.
but then again .. -deflats.
nobody to poke and annoy just for the heck of it
nobody to call and annoy when i feel like a loser somewhere outside when all my friends have abandoned me.
FOR 10 DAYS.
waah, i kinda miss her already ):
the silly thing will give me no end when she sees this.
the last time when she went to desaru and i sent her an sms telling her that i missed her annoying fat face, she, as clare likes to put it, puffed up like a penguin and beamed around for a good week or two.
oh well, at least it'll be ten days before she sees this.
and when she comes back, my Os are going to be over, and we can shop together!
-rubs hands gleefully.
and my mom's gonna have people from our school doing some job-shadowing thing at her firm.
all the better (:
my sister and i have already made plans to drop in at my mom's office and be all, "ooh, what a hot day. shopping for the whole day can be sooo tiring, let's just slack like taitais here and luxuriate in the nice plushness of the office." while we observe people from our school who stupidly decided to work in the holidays at a law firm.
so silly.
holidays are there for a reason, y'know.
and my mom has a good mind to put a percentage of them in accounts.
i just hope these people like math
-shrugs.
not really my problem.
i'm feeling so aimless and lazy.
will have to do some math soon.
i'm starting to worry about the results already.
i hope things aren't going to be as dire as i make them out to be.
watched a show called purple butterfly last night.
thought it was quite good,
though my bro and i were busily trying to understand and interpret what the director was trying to do with all the eccentric shots.
there were all these parts where some man will sit there and just stone with a gun pointed to his chest and i was all excited thinking he was gonna blow himself apart and i waited and waited, and waited, and still he didnt kill himself.
anti-climax. -grumbles.
my bro thinks zhang ziyi looked like crap in there.
i thought the jap man was so cool.
oh, and they all died in the end.
i somehow sense a trend here.
told my sister to buy plenty of vcds for my viewing pleasure after the Os.
i hope she doesn't get all chicken about the singapore customs and bring none back.
but oh well, if she doesn't get it there,
she'll just have to get it here.
either way,
i win.
why doesn't anybody who comes here say hi AT ALL, hmm?
i'm quite annoyed at that.
i've got like zero activity at my tagboard
(save for syl and my sis. bless them both)
but above all that, i'm actually feeling rather jiggly.
haven't slept well for the last two nights, so i guess this is some kind of make-up adrenalin rush to keep me going.
i'm holidaying already, seems like.
i want to watch some taiwanese trash to make me forget all my woes.
oh, i do i do.
and i know just the candidate for this all-important task.
i'm already pushing my sister to buy the set of vcds already (:
have got a new computer screen.
its nice and black.
i like.
my brother's got a new CPU
it's a huge rumbler.
ie. it makes a lot A LOT of noise.
it's like some heavy industry in the midst of a work day.
for the past hour, the damn thing's been buzzing deafeningly.
i hope it's just a phase.
and it'll grow out of it when it gets more broken in ):
so noisy.
clare's gone completely AWOL
i don't even know why i said that, since afterall, i was smsing her only just yesterday.
but it feels like she's gone into some hideyhole and disappeared.
hello, clare!
wello, wello!
say hi soon, okay.
haha.
on a very random and frivolous note,
i saw a wonderfully gorgeous guy on the MRT yesterday.
he was malay.
at least i think he was, since he was with two other malays and he was fluent in the language.
though he did look very fair and chinese except for the nice nose and the pretty eyes.
very very cute.
and what his appearance did to lessen the dreariness and boredom of travelling from buona vista to braddell after charlotte left.
i should give thanks for these little happiness of life.
though when you look at the big picture, it's quite sad (not to mention pathetic) that seeing a gorgeous unknown is the one bright spark happening in my life now.
i want to hear more confucious jokes! HAHA
i'm on a high.
it's like i'm on drugs.
i'm frankly quite appalled that bush is gonna be in office another 4 years.
sheesh.
he's gonna completely destroy the world.
we're all gonna die in 2006 now, i'm sure.
don't understand?
read the bible code book.
terrifying, that book.
truth be told, i don't want to die before my 19th year on this earth ):
i do not trust a silly texan who only scored 1040 for his SATS to hold the reins of the U S of A for another 4 years.
is he even a texan, actually?
who knows.
who cares.
what next, eh?
war in pyongyang?
i dont like the man.
the fact that he was the reason i won 10 bucks from phoon in p6 is just not gonna cut it.
my affection for him over that has worn out a long time ago.
bush, PAH.
i'm once again drowning in my sorrow.
math actually gave me hope.
lit completely extinguished it.
how ironic.
screw lit.
to think i used to like it.
that was when i was still under the illusion that scoring was easy.
pffft.
i think it's sad that huang na died.
so sad. a girl so young.
and she could cook a full meal.
like, WOW.
i'm twice her age and i can't even boil water.
this is the first time i actually felt sorry for a death of someone i dont know.
and she was killed on the very first day of her disappearance.
that means like, she was quietly rotting in the cramped little vegatable box while everyone was looking for her.
ugly image, that.
i can't imagine why she was murdered.
wierd, why would people wanna kill young kids.
unless they were like hooper, then seriously, FEEL FREE TO, THANK YOU.
can't believe she really got murdered.
can't believe my flippant prediction a few days earlier came through.
(i said,"whaa, 16 days already. SURE DIE ALREADY LAH." .. i have no discretion)
can't believe her mom let her run around straight to the bad guy.
can't believe the poor thing got stuffed into a small box.
(like, wouldn't rigor mortis have set in? how to put her into the coffin?)
can't believe she had to die in a box.
can't believe she died.
can't believe i didn't know that before i wrote my chinese compo and mentioned her.
still am truly quite saddened.
and HEY, don't be surprised.
i am capable of emotion, okaaay.
i think it affected me more than the fact a moron won the elections.
i have realised something very disturbing.
-solemn
i have like an average of one visitor a day who stumbles here because he searched for 'kim wakerman nude'.
that is just TWISTED.
i am shocked
and appalled.
like, hello?
how old is the girl, dammit?
she may be an annoying goat but i just don't think she's into child porn. YET
besides, has she even grown enough yet?
like, go somewhere else to fulfil your twisted desires.
do not let my blog be a part of this sick drama of yours.
needy old fucker.
paedophile.
gah.
i am not one to be trifled with
-bares teeth.
HAHAHAHA
i'm hysterical.
social studies is killing me.
and there was i all planning to study straight to midnight.
by 10, that's it.
finito.
it's like a brain meltdown.
i don't like this.
this means i have to wake up early tommorrow to study
and i loathe that.
drats.
