Thursday, December 30, 2004
i miss sec4 and everything in it.
i miss stnicks.
i miss my clique (yeah, i mean most of them are still here. but most of them are leaving soon too)
i miss my chinese tuition mates.
and most of all, i miss the fact that i can call stnicks MY hellhole because it simply isnt anymore ):
i'm consuming juice-fuls at an alarming rate.
keep wanting to re-watch my jap vcds, but i can never decide which of the six should i watch.
this sounds really bad.
i really do like my vcds.
i wonder why i just can't drege up enough enthusiasiam to become obsessed with them.
being obsessed is always good at times like this.
it's like being constantly surrounded by a soft cushion of comforting haze.
kindda like being drunk, you know?
ugh, why can't i get obsessed with the jap guy?
oh.
i think i know.
he's bloody married.
small fact like that makes them lose a whole lot of appeal doesnt it?
im so bored im debating with myself.
and im still putting one night in beijing in repeat play.
i like it.
when's clare gonna call back, dammit?
am currently sitting by myself feeling like crap and wondering how the fact that school starts next week eluded me.
or in fact, why did happiness elude me.
i sound like a soap opera.
clare is back and she didn't bother to say hi to me.
-glares.
i feel doom approaching.
how can i bloody walk into the damned school without thinking of what could have been and not wanting to jump into the nearest ditch?
and no, i am not being melodramatic.
it's gone.
it really is.
after struggling with shutterfly for past an hour, i hyave decided that struggling is not for me.
therefore, i will simply have to link my sister's albums and everybody else will just have to see her way of describing the pictures.
ah, might as well, since she subconsciously took most of my ideas anyways, except they're phrased in her own little special way.
but since i am not going to explain the pictures, 90% of which i took, there will be plenty of assumed slogans from my sisters and not the true reason behind why the picture was taken.
no biggie, but be warned anyway.
SO anyway, since im not doing anymore with the picture, watch out for the group pictures near the end and watch for one with a certain 'xiaoling' or'small bell' (i dont know what she put it as) and notice my sister is standing next to the man in both the pictures. hahah.
she likes him, see?
what else, what else.
OH, look out for the adorable monk in a beanie and a knapsack looking all ready for some hiking trip or something.
and the headless man who tickled me no end in the shanghai park.
cant remember anything else.
im gone (:
okay, phoon left last night.
she came back for about a month and of that, i saw her for a grand total of .. 7 hours maybe.
yeah, pathetic.
am obsessed with 'one night in beijing' at the moment.
all of us are.
such an interestingly sung song.
haha.
i'm practicing my helium voice (:
so's my sister.
and my brother the gay is too.
HAHAH
okay, i'm sorry.
i shouldn't be calling my brother a gay all the time.
everybody's gonna start thinking he really is gay.
he isn't, you know.
just acts it sometimes.
i've finished watching my sorely missed jap show (:
yeah eliza, I FOUND IT IN A COOLIO CD SHOP IN NANJING.
imagine my delight finding it, especially i hadn't been expecting much from the store.
squealed and stomped till the two salesgirls were right chagrined.
lord, i wish there was actually a male out there who's like naoki.
hardly possible, i think.
since naoki is supposed to have the beyond super genius IQ of 200.
too cool.
damn the man's wife for capturing such a prize catch.
of course, he's right ancient now.
a grand old age of 27.
but oh, i don't mind!
I DON'T MIND!!
):
marry me please, naoki.
haha, i just love the fact that he wasn't blonde in the show.
you know how it is with the japanese and blonde hair.
so ugly.
i don't think anybody should have blonde hair, ever.
unless you're paris hilton, then you're forgiven.
this is sad.
i'm 16 and i'm still stuck in the teenybopper phase.
i just cannot bear to face the fact that i'm grown and that i'm fucking going to catholic junior college.
cjc and ctc.
just one letter apart.
but in reality?
worlds apart.
watch me break down and cry.
i'm just never gonna get over that, am i?
doesn't matter.
i don't want to either.
i will be the true definition of a dreg drowning in my own pool of self-pity, thank you.
just watch me.
oh yes, did i mention i am now a proud owner of a diamond ring, courtesy of dear dear phoon?
of course, the 3 topaz stones are more visible, but STILL.
though i still don't know if i should be gloating over the fact that my ring is adorned with more stones than clare's or that i should be insulted because obviously phoon thinks i'm a lot more flashy and show-offish than clare who's ring is, according to phoon and bri, more subtle and simple. (in other words, more sophisticated)
so clare's the subtle sophisticate whilst i'm the flashy noveau riche clown.
THANKS LAH.
i still like the ring though :D
wello wello.
am now just one small little step away from being a CJ-ian.
god help me.
the CJ principal was an absolute bitch to me.
he was sarcastic
he was mean
he was tossing me over the coals
he was clawing me to shreds
and surprise surprise, i actually like the man.
its wierd, i know.
can't help but think that he can be pretty decent even when he's drilling holes in you with his scary, big, angmoh eyes.
but it's like with jeya.
terribly intimidating, but still immensely likeable.
STILL, i shall endeavour to keep a respectful distance.
hopefully, i'll never have to see him again.
he was going on and on about me being bloody lazy and with no bloody respect for the damned school and using him and the school.
and therefore, i told him that yes he shouldn't give me a place because i didn't deserve it.
AND I STILL GOT IN.
what's this, seriously.
it's not that i'm not grateful that i got in.
.. okay, i am not.
i'm a bloody ungrateful cow and a damned waste of Mr Peter Low's time.
and still i wished i hadn't appealed in the first place.
someone tell me why i feel so damned horrible that i got into CJ.
i feel stifled,
and bound,
and somehow, deadened.
but okay, forget it.
someone up there is forever going against me and it's futile to try to fight it.
all i want is to go to CTC.
so anyway, i find that uploading pictures is extremely tedious and my sister is doing it now and having a complete monopoly of it.
who cares.
i found my completely extinct japanese VCDs which dear eliza couldn't even find after scouring osaka.
am happy over that.
though the quality of the VCDs really leave much to be desired.
naoki irie is bloody cool.
damnably nice lips.
so pretty.
china was fun.
i miss it.
even the bitterly cold weather at some of the other states (or are they still called provinces?)
i mean, you know how it is.
even when i was freezing my butt off and grumbling away, i was loving every minute it.
i hope we all go to barcelona next year.
truly, i do.
oh YES, ethel if you see this, HELLO!
say hi okay?
and i'm pretty confused over whether koala bear's name is spelt evie, evee or evy.
haha :D
i wanna win the lottery.
HOLA! I AM BACK FROM SHANGHAI.
well, china actually to be exact, since it wasn't just shanghai i visited.
not bad not bad.
quite enriching.
learnt quite a bit.
some educational, some not so very educational.
like uhm,
ritz carlton is heaven on earth (yes chris, AGREE)
the bellboy who took our bags on the first day looked like a star.
my brother must be quite attractive since he got propositioned twice in the same day at nanjing road.
those chinese pingtanghulu things that little kids from period dramas always demand their parents to buy are completely delish especially with strawberries.
max the 4 year old boy on my bus is the most adorable thing i've ever seen and if my hypothetical son doesn't want to be drowned like a rat, he'd better look like max.
mainlanders are not as unattractive as is commonly thought.
have realized that the faces of the chinese scholars in school are not the majority and is in fact the unfortunate minority.
the women's complexions are flawless (must be the air there)
kids there are all very cute especially with those puffy clothing they all wear.
linlaoshi our dear p6 form teacher went to the same restaurant as me for lunch.
the weather in shanghai is quite perfect.
shanghai at night is beautiful.
xiaoling (or little bell as my sister calls him) our tourguide looks like he has normal sized eyes from far, but from a short range actually has no eyes at all.
xiaoling has some secret power because i have a huge soft spot for him and i'm pretty certain my sister has fallen hard for him. (heehee!)
pretty impressive for a 29-year-old chinaman with no eyes.
wuxi is terribly cold.
terribly cold weather with strong winds freeze our ears and cause big migraines.
eating ice cream in cold weather helps with battling the cold (i know, WOW)
bellboy in nanjing hotel had the nicest brown and round eyes.
my sister's lover is called ian and he is gorgeous.
ji-gong, as in that crazy monk who ate dog meat, was actually a real guy.
know the chinese phrase where they say you hug the buddha's leg at the last minute when you didn't burn incense everyday? well, turns out there really is the buddha with a leg sticking out for you to hug if you need something really bad.
yue fei was married at 15 to a girl one year older and had seven kids (haha, bet you didn't know that!)
an unknown male from the tour called me a pastor because he heard me explaining to my little cousin that there is proof that at least parts of the bible is fact. (haha very funny. i'm not even a christian)
yangzhou is freezing and snowed just before i arrived there.
mother's friend is one very big shot.
VIP treatment does feel good.
super strong chinese rice wine smells like bailey's but tastes really odd. (nothing beats good old martell and hennessy)
i drank 5 neat shots and remained sober.
when the temperature drops to the negatives, shopping becomes a chore.
oh and YES.
hangzhou is beautiful and my mother wants to buy a house there to retire.
the westlake there is gorgeous but not as gorgeous as my cute cute cute hangzhou waiter who i not only absolutely regret not having taken a picture of, but also not having tied him up and shipping him back to singapore for breeding.
and that's about all i can remember about china at this point.
i'm tired and grouchy and i have to go see the damned cj principal tommorrow.
clare has gone to malaysia, i think.
what's this, man.
maine, i remembered your pee-pees!
oh, and to clare (or anyone nice enough), 'a loving scoundrel' by johanna lindsey would make a lovely and greatly appreaciated birthday/christmas/newyear/goodwill present.
ooh, i'm leaving for shanghai tommorrow.
finally.
can't wait for the cold weather.
and the plane.
and the book i'm praying can be found at the airport.
oh, PEOPLE WHO READ THIS, TAG ME! SIGN MY GUESTBOOK!
:D
i don't wanna come home to a completely stagnant blog.
so depressing, that.
i just caught some korean serial on channel 56
and it just strengthens my belief that koreans are a very wierd race of people.
there's this married couple.
except they're all strange and everything.
get this, they accidentally kissed (more like, touched lips) and both were completely scandalised.
and the wife is purportedly very young.
and she calls her husband 'uncle'.
WIERD, no?
i mean like, the person who did a review on it said that it was cute and sweet and all?
i think it reeks of child pornograhpy.
so twisted.
calling your husband 'uncle'.
i mean, i thought 'sweetheart' was bad enough, but here comes 'uncle' from the koreans to top the nauseating namesake charts.
ugh.
the rest should be back by now.
HELLO! HOW DID KL TREAT YA'LL?
(:
i'm bored mindless.
i like watching mean girls.
at least until the last bit where everyone becomes nice.
THAT was just sick.
lindsay lohan is hotstuff (:
i like the mtv for rumours.
i know a lot of people say its damn poseur, but i like it anyway.
i like lindsay lohan.
no matter how many times i watch parent trap, i never become bored with it.
and i can never discount the amazing fact that it always rains (whether it be a storm or a drizzle) at the particular scene where the two girls realise they're twins.
yeah, i mean like, wow right?
oh maaaaan, i'm so bored i can't even think straight.
please let wednesday come rolling already.
its damn hot now.
its windy, but i don't feel the wind.
what's this lah. -complains.
and everytime the trees do some elaborate rustling, i keep getting cheated into thinking it's suddenly raining and i will run to the window, leaving my confortable chair and find that the sun (drat it) is still shining away merrily.
i need to lose weight, did i mention?
tried the see-food diet (meaning you just SEE your food)
but naw, that didn't work.
so i decided to hole myself up in my room in accordance to 'out of sight, out of mind'.
but naw, that didn't work too.
see, happens my aunt just gave us some delectable cake and my maid brings it right under my nose.
divine injustice.
i go the extra mile to ignore food, but does it help?
NO.
it comes right up to say, 'HI'.
hello, fat city.
looks like i'm here to stay.
its like i got forced to accept the permanent residency card or something.
OH.
):
finally straightened out the difference between a republican and a democrat yesterday.
at least i thought i did.
until this morning.
had actually decided that i am a democrat.
but then, i find there are also numerous republican ideas i agree to too.
so i'm like, a mixture.
therefore, i'm a moderate democrat.
that makes me a kerry supporter!
(i know i could also say i'm a moderate republican, but that makes me a bush supporter, so no thank you.)
actually, come to think of it, i'm still not so sure about democrats and republicans.
i just basically know the difference superficially.
i think abortion's a woman's choice (democrat)
i believe in capital punishment (republican)
i believe in personal privacy (democrat)
i do not believe in the "equal distribution of wealth" (republican)
so basically, it goes like that.
i am befuddled by american politics.
so many different ideas.
not like here in small, sunny singapore.
we don't even have to bother about the the elections.
because, hello! PAP will win anyways.
it's so given, i wonder why they even bother to have elections.
besides, how much opposition is there?
and how many can win, seriously?
as far as i know, only about 2 constituencies are not under PAP.
as jeez, just take a look at the flats in potong pasir.
those people should get smart and let PAP win the majority the next chance they have.
that way, at least their void decks will get painted to look nicer, no?
i wonder why the opposition bothers.
here in singapore, we have a complete monopoly of power.
i will even be spiteful enough to scream nepotism.
what with the prime minister, the mentor minister and the mighty CEO of temasek holdings all in the same family.
even if they don't own us, they're doing a mighty good job of imitating it.
(please, if you are a member of PAP and happen to chance on this, don't report me to that great old man who practically owns singapore and send me to jail for defamation. i'm only a little girl)
OH, i sound so pseudo-intellectual.
spouting all that.
and truth be told, i'm just bored.
i will go buy my gallaz shoes today.
yee-hah.
To charlotte: "Republicans know that the purpose of sex is for procreation and not pleasure. If you must have pleasurable sex, which by definition would be outside of the marriage, then for God's sake have the decency to lie about it!
(HAHAHAHA!)
i'm done for.
everyone's leaving.
and i'm not.
above that, i'm about finished reading the book i was supposed to read on the plane to shanghai.
it seems i'd underestimated my speed of reading.
woe betide me.
i'll have to go out to get more books.
and all i really want to do now is stay at home and mope.
-
yes, shattered's the word.
wrote an entire entry about negative emotions.
but that didn't work out.
i sound like a harried and mangled chicken.
in a gist, i'm forced to be a recluse.
i'm fuckin pissed.
i can't bear the thought of anybody. period.
ever had those days you wondered why you were ever born?
waiting for a sign from my friends who are probably all still in lalaland.
woke up far too early.
plagued by unpleasant thoughts, couldn't go back to sleep afterwards.
you know how it is.
surprisingly awake if you count the fact that i stayed up last night and stood by my sis as she pursued a new, perverse interest into horoscopes of any kinds.
and just when she was done at possibly, 15 mins to 2, i decide that i wanted something to eat.
so i told her to cook noodles for me.
and she did. (wow)
halfway through my sister's cooking, i suddenly realised with startling clarity that i couldn't even boil water.
in fact, i don't even know the difference between a pot and a pan.
so i went into a tirade about how, someday, i was going to make a terrible wife for some man.
and that i felt sorry for that poor man already.
and i thought, maybe i'll learn how to cook those dratted noodles.
so i swayed into the kitchen and saw my sis busily looking for a pot.
and she finds one on the barbeque pit.
(i still don't know why she said that was a pot. it sure looked like a pan to me)
and somewhere along the line, i saw some black bug near the barbeque pit.
and as always, i ordered my sister to end it's miserable life.
i just didn't prepare myself for how she went about doing it.
get this.
she took out a satay stick, and stabbed the bug.
and i guess the impact was too large for it's frail little black buggy body (ooh, alliteration!) because it simply split into two.
so there i was traumatized and squealing away.
hopping around, and making a hell a lot of noise.
and my sister gave me one very ominous look and told me that if i were to disturb her in her sleep again, she will poison me.
and she said it with such venom too.
so i carefully sashayed out of the kitchen, all noble thoughts of learning how to cook vanquished.
and hey! the guy i marry had better have the money to buy out anyway.
if not, i wouldn't be married to him, would i?
hahaha :D
and besides, it's not like i didn't try.
i actually know how to work a microwave, okay.
(even if it scared the living daylights out of me when i finally pressed the right button and it actually started working)
forget it.
cooking and me.
we run in different circles.
HAPPY BIRTHDAY PHOON!
haha, have no idea how to contact you.
hence, i have to resort to this.
love love :D
phoon is back (:
and i'm like, the last to know thank you very much.
she plopped down at clare's last night.
then off they went to bri's house.
and they only met me at 2 today.
dear old phoon was wearing bright yellow and practically walking circles around me.
and i didn't even give her a glance.
haha.
she wore her chanel shades.
watch me turn pea-green.
had to rush off for tuition after marche.
and then after i managed to get a cab, i realise that my tuition teacher was still at heeren.
i'm such a cheated little lamb.
Gone With The Wind has got to be the one and only interesting book in which i took more than 3 days to complete.
am now on the last chapter.
it is breaking my heart.
scarlett is dreadfully ill.
but i still can't stand her because she's causing rhett butler so much pain.
i absolutely adore rhett butler and i don't see why scarlett should cause him so much torment.
in short, both of them are idiots.
but scarlett is the greater idiot because she can be married to rhett who's like the coolest person in the book and still be hung up over bloody ashley wilkes who's (ugh) blonde and stupid.
and besides, ashley is married to melly who is the only other person i really like after rhett in the book.
like, !!!
i can't stand scarlett.
even if i do have a grudging respect for her tenacity.
and it actually helped that just as i detested her most, her younger sister, suellen, proved to be even more annoying.
because then, in contrast, scarlett didn't seem that horrid and i started to not blame her so much for stealing suellen's fiance and marrying him.
am currently wincing as i read each page because i am waiting for bonnie to die and then i will most certainly die of heartbreak because rhett will be a broken man and he will leave scarlett forever just as she finally decides that she (the fool!) actually loves rhett and not bloody wimpy and mealy-mouthed (i learnt that from the book! i'm not sure what it means, but it certainly sounds yucky, doesn't it) ashley wilkes.
shucks, rhett butler should be married to someone more worthy.
like, uh, ME.
haaaa.
the things i could do with his obscene wealth.
the man was like a multi-millionaire in a time where most people couldn't even own twenty five dollars as a lump sum at any one point of time.
so eligible.
and he just HAD to marry that scarlett o hara.
hahaha, i like rhett butler.
he's the only other person i've ever heard or read about who has the same theory as me that there really isn't hell after death, because earth IS hell.
my mom (she who is the staunch christian) was scandalized when i told her about my theory and she was convinced i was satanic.
oh well.
damn, i wish i could meet him.
that is, if only he was not fiction.
he would be, what i like to call, a kindred spirit.
comrades!
buddies!
pals!
heh.
had a cool dream last night.
i am certain it was because of rhett butler.
and it also had guest appearances from vic chou.
which makes it all the better.
i was overwhelmed by the company i had.
i realise what this sounds like.
but no! it was nothing sexual.
no three-in-a-bed sex romp.
no no.
i had better clarify that before clare sees this and is convinced that i had some elaborate and pornographic wet dream.
-laughs.
i don't even know what i'm writing anymore.
my aunt came in the morning.
she made me feel very anti-christian.
i only get anti-christian when i come into contact with christians of her sort.
(and for some reason, catholics seem a whole lot nicer when it comes to this)
normally, i am very accepting with christainity.
why can't all christians be like clare who is christian but doesn't go all out to make me one too?
GAH.
i could never believe wholly in one certain god.
even if i believe there's SOMEONE.
what about the other religions?
i don't think it's very fair that christians make them all out to be idols and these people who don't believe in god will like, go to hell. (and here is where my theory about earth being hell becoming blesphemy comes in)
i have this other theory where there is one mighty great being up there, somewhere.
except this great one is nothing and everything.
meaning he is neither god or buddha or krishna or allah, but is ALL.
multi-dimensional, see?
so as long as a person is good and follows the good teaching of his or her religion, then the person IS properly god-fearing, whether this god be God or Buddha or whatever.
and hence, anyone who is basically a decent human being and follows correctly the teachings of a decent religion will ALL GO TO HEAVEN.
and besides, we're already in hell so it simply just can't get any worst.
i have such controversial theories.
probably shouldn't write them here.
should write it in my notebook instead.
but i just can't find the damn thing.
oh well, at least my readership isn't all that much.
and now,
i will be off to meet clare and bri in town.
toodles.
:D
i solemnly declare that i have a brain tumour.
woke up today, and all of a sudden my nose started bleeding.
and i didn't even touch it.
kept thinking of clare's damned CIB guy and how his nose kept bleeding for no reason at all.
(as a point of interest, the man died from his brain tumour in the end)
i am going to die.
weather's been good.
today's just as gloomy and cold as yesterday.
couldnt have went to www with charlotte.
went to clare's house to slack around.
oreo went into a frenzy.
he clawed my right arm silly.
and i have the battle marks to show.
i'm convinced that whenever he sees me, all he actually sees is a juicy and delectable hunk of ham.
clare on the other hand, is convinced that oreo is trying to hump me.
see, there was i sitting pretty on my favourite sofa in the whole, wide world.
and oreo comes hopping around.
i try to pet him hoping he'll leave soon and retire under the coffee table instead.
he, however, has different ideas.
leaps on the sofa and starts mauling me
(wuth clare egging him on. some friend, that girl)
and when clare finally decides to be merciful and pull him away, what do we discover?
horror of horrors!
the dog is erected.
clare was so amused.
i was not.
that oreo must be one of the stupidest dogs around.
clare said he tried to hump a cat once.
my lord, i shouldnt even be typing this.
it is SO embarassing.
and what does my brother says when i selflessly shared that fact?
he said," that just shows you're a BITCH!"
"concrete evidence, somemore."
ugh, that he-bitch.
i oughta slap that slimy mouth of his.
and last night, i finally watched secretary.
and for all that it's supposed to be, sado-masochistic and all, it's actually quite a beautiful love story.
just with added behind-the-scene scenes which that don't normally show in your typical romantic comedy.
not bad.
quite refreshing.
i thank GOD that i'm not buck-toothed.
random thought, that.
finally got my results from the handwriting test.
MY LORDY ME, it really is quite accurate.
in fact, i'll say 90% of it is correct.
quite an achievement for some free online test.
quick! everybody check out handwritingwizard.com!
i'm reading my results again.
they're so spot-on, i'm still in awe.
not about to paste the entire thing up here though.
it's .. churlish.
interesting though, it might be.
just had my flu shots.
as i'd thought, they don't really work.
if not, i wouldn't be sniffling now.
-grumbles.
bloody runny nose.
just took my several piles of paper accumulated through the whole year and dumped them all.
good bye to any memories of this year.
didn't even bother looking through.
just dumped everything.
got my mom very pissed.
oh well.
the doc said those flu shots will give us two years immunity.
my sister and i were so dismayed it was obscene.
how can we possibly live without the flu?
impossible!
we NEED our happy flu virus to conveniently keep us away from school on those dreary days where the mornings are exceptionally cold and our beds especially cosy.
my mom was having none of that.
she went, "GOOD!"
mothers.
they just don't get it.
at least we managed to ascertain that the shot's only useful against certain strains of flu.
let's all be safe in the knowledge that for the next two years, my sister and i are going to fall ill on numerous occasions from our own, special, unique strain of flu.
yee-hah.
i feel ill already.
i'll bet it's the flu shot.
damned flu shot.
i did some online handwriting test yesterday and the results were supposed be sent by mail within the hour.
i haven't got it yet.
WHY?!
argh, waiting for the mail to come is driving me nuts.
ain't got nothing to do nowadays.
still slaving away on Gone With The Wind.
oh, dont get me wrong, it's quite interesting.
but the book is simply too thick to be very user friendly.
reading it for long periods of time cramps me poor hands ):
and the ink keeps smudging.
just like Angels and Demons.
so annoying.
scarlett o'hara is even more of a bitch in the book then she is in the movie.
a cold, heartless, selfish bitch.
in the movie, vivien leigh made her spirited and vivacious.
in the book, she's just a petty, hypocritical, self-centred pussy.
simply can't wait for shanghai.
my mom wants us to get flu shots.
ugh, dont want.
i heard they're pretty useless anyways.
got a nice digicam today(:
ooh.
this entry is so boring.
clare and i are having a conversation on little kids and how they should be disciplined in case they start to climb over our heads.
my sister says we're bitchasses bitching about people
but that's just cos' i mentioned something to clare which i can swear really happened and my sister is convinced its not true.
and as it concerns her, she is none to happy with it.
haha, whatever.
oh, and i ate something just now.
shucks.
bye bye to near anorexia.
i dont think i have that kind of determination to be anorexic.
darn.
i need to go down two sizes.
at least.
I'M SIXTEEN!
I AM MIDDLE-AGED NOW.
I AM AN OLD KID FINALLY.
clare is currently welcoming me into the old people club.
phoon, the sweetling called at 9 to wish me because it was past midnight in aussie.
and my sister gave me a quiksilver cap which i'm still desperately trying to squash so it won't make my head look rectangular.
i'm still waiting for more well wishes
hahaha (:
phoon is now a proud owner of a pair of big, black chanel shades.
but not for long.
when she comes back to singapore, i am going to mug her.
-eyes darkly
oh yes, amanda phoon.
you watch out.
i'm so jealous.
):
it's like, everybody's going to shanghai.
almost everybody i hear who's going away for hols are going to shanghai.
what's this, some kindda shanghai season?
we'll have a mini singapore there already.
still, i'm pretty hyped about going there.
though truth be told, what's REALLY making me hyped is the thought of taking a long flight and the dfs m.a.c at the departure hall.
i quite fancy the thought of myself sitting on the plane (always an exciting event) and being left alone whilst i marvel at the fact that i'm leaving my life in the hands of the large chunk of flying metal i'm sitting in and the man piloting it.
oh, and before that would the highly entertaining browse through m.a.c at the airport.
cosmetics don't really interest me, but cosmetics in SUCH darling packaging and being sold at a price far below the normal price can never be bad.
ooh, i just can't wait!
i just hope i get a window seat on the airplane.
and my sister (who i will insist sit next to me) pops one large sleeping pill and all will be good and peaceful for me for the next 5 to 6 hours.
I JUST LOVE THE THOUGHT OF THAT.
i think the thing about holidays that excite me so much is the journey there (plane! plane! plane!) and not so much the destination.
though the destination matters too.
the farther the destination, the longer the journey, and therefore more so the reason for me to celebrate.
i can't wait for shanghai.
TAUFIK'S DA MAAAAN, BABEHH.
i jiggle in jubilation.
and so does clare.
we are happy taufik fans.
:D
charlotte reckons my brother's bitchier than me.
and i reckon, she's correct.
he's so bitchy she should've been a girl, my god.
and to get back at me for typing what i am now, he's looked out the window and shouted,"MY SISTER IS A BITCH."
hahaha, whatever.
as if that's a blow to me.
clare mentions how bitchy i am like, everyday.
-snorts.
he likes to look at my friends' pictures and gives little comments here and there.
like clare and i do when we're in town and are severely bored.
and he had SO MUCH to say about the grad pictures.
and hardly anything good too.
the only nice thing he said was that charlotte was 'extraordinarily pretty'.
high praise, coming from him
oh, but he teased clare's hair ('eh, so curly one. like goldilocks! .. heehee, no BLACKILOCKS! heeheeeheee)
it was so stupid, it was funny.
i never quite forgave him for that either.
i mean, be a bitch all you want, but keep off my buddy, clare.
oh, but there was this one person at grad who wore some shiny pink shit with black bits on it.
looked like one hell of a large pink umbrella.
too bad i can't seem to remember who it was.
can remember nothing about grad really.
not that that were much to remember.
hoho
i'm so bored.
my sister's off to watch the singapore idol finale.
and i'll be off to watch it on tv so that i can glimspe her on tv and then laugh at how stupid she looked.
and we can all see who's the singapore idol tonight.
haha, i'll bet it's sylvester because he has all the ahlians voting for him.
i wonder if the show will be interesting.
if not i'll just watch my mars vcds again.
nothing better to do.
i'm like ... the singapore idle (haha, geddit geddit?)
okay, nevermind.
lame.
