Tuesday, March 29, 2005
have been trying to get on blogger for ages.
FINALLY.
so anyway, pretty peachy day.
quite slack, see?
went to j's house in the morn to slack with huiqi.
okay, that sounded wierd.
nevermind.
can't be bothered to explain.
then huiqi's ex-housemate came and we watched some jap show.
my sister called two times in the middle of it, and i was feeling very torned.
stupid sister.
then j came back from london bringing her mom.
j has a funny mom.
ha ha ha.
she is scary, but cute.
small but mighty.
-laughs.
took train with them to london, went to the hotel, then off to leicester square to meet joceline.
and then j left to find a supermarket so that she could buy her milk.
then OOH, here's the fun part.
ate at some singapore/malaysia restaurant.
joceline is nice.
she treat me.
ha ha.
then off to watch the phantom of the opera.
ooh ooh ooh.
i can totally envision my sister turning green already.
ho ho.
the show was bleedin' fantastic.
the phantom was heckloads cooler than raoul la.
young fart lah, that raoul.
cannot make it.
but waaaa, show's damn cool lah.
the stage and props are like, WHOA.
it really looked like he was rowing a raft in a lake there.
mmm.
and now i'm at joceline's using the net to my heart's content since like, no school means no net for me.
so sad.
and starting tommorrow, i have to start with my silly accounting.
woe betide me.
):
i don't want to study anymore.
haiiiiya.
seriously, all i want to do is marry a rich guy.
then stay home and make babies.
ah, to hell with feminists.
why couldn't they have left us in the happy era where men made the money, and women made the babies, HUH?
freakin' stressed lah, all the grades to make.
aiya, where are you, arranged marriages?
i want an arranged marriage.
(that is to say, purely hypothetically, only if i was arranged a good marriage)
like, how much less troubles i would have.
don't need to look for one.
there are other people doing the job for you.
i can already imagine how it would be like with the matchmaker.
a fat woman with some obscene mole going, "his father owns 7 banks and 4 jewellery shops. he also built the village school! good man, good man. young and bright. next time your grandchildren will be white and fat, i promise you!"
that kind, you know?
sounds so promising.
although i might not agree with the old chinese fixation for people (women, men and everything in between) being white and fat.
makes everything sound like a tofu ball.
whatever that is.
ha ha, i can't believe i just said that.
i amuse myself sometimes.
and horror of horrors.
charlotte, why did you close your blog?!
i'm just horrified, i am.
and clare, i saw your email.
i'm thoroughly horrified too.
did i guess correctly?
btw, i know my blog is very pink and very un-me.
notice it's actually very my sister.
well, actually you might not notice that, since i realise that people usually figure my sister to be a lot tougher than she really is.
she isn't.
and yes, she likes pink.
and feathers.
and glittery stuff.
bit of trivia for everyone.
okay, it's nearing two and i'm actually quite tired.
but shucks.
it's been ages since i've had the net.
ah, how i miss it.
i really can't wait for school to start.
gaaah.
cannot stand not having internet access.
i wonder when did i start getting so dependent on the net.
i really need to lose weight now.
woe.
everybody's gone.
ahh ):
will be so bored now.
only me and my accounting.
oh, plus sanny cos she's my tutor.
that's my easter hols for you.
tell me my life isn't sad.
now we all know why an arranged marriage sounds like a pretty marvy alternative to all these.
i'm hungry.
wierd, innit?
i shall shrug off my hunger pangs because they are simply an illusion!
off with you, hunger pangs!
nobody's supposed to feel dreadfully starved at 230 in the morning.
of course, most people would be sleeping.
and i would be too,
but ooh, i just can't get enough of the net.
-beams.
this is a pretty long entry.
and i can't remember what i wrote already.
so if it's a convoluted composition, oh well.
whatever.
ugh.
so bored, so bored, so bored.
it's the last day of school today before school breaks for easter.
AND I'M GONNA BE SO LONELY.
-wails.
j is going to paris.
and jos just decided last minute to return to singapore.
and when i say last minute, i mean last minute.
she heard something that sounded suspiciously like a gunshot one night,
got slightly paranoid,
and the next thing,
she's got a ticket home.
and her parents doesn't even know.
yet.
maaaaaan.
nice to be so bleedin' rich, eh?
henceforth, like the boring thing i am, i will study through my easter break.
bloody accounting.
-sulks.
me and sanny,
we're gonna be study buddies!
ha ha ha.
actually, no.
i'm just gonna pester sanny to teach me accounting.
:D
and i'm actually supposed to teach her econs.
ah, fat load of help i'll be.
but i'll try anyways.
maybe i'll learn more for econs too.
ugh, did i mention i'm damn bored?
yesterday was boring,
today, even more so.
i can't wait for tonight where we're gonna go to j's house and all get drunk together.
ha ha ha.
whateverr lah.
highly unlikely, i should think.
but it sounds damn pseudo-i-am-cool anyways.
so ha ha, we're gonna get drunk tonight!
la la.
so act cool.
-beams.
aiyer.
where is clare?
my entertainment provider.
you know what, ctc is actually not bad.
but shit, i was just thinkin' yesterday how much more i'd like the school if it wasnt ctc here, but stnicks, you know?
like, why can't the whole of stnicks come here?
then i can be happy again.
okay, random silly thought.
this is possibly about the longest entry i've typed in yonks.
and about the most boring too.
haven't got anything fun happening to me, see?
speaking of which, i haven't heard from phoon in ages.
oh god, i'm talking to myself already.
got study skills later.
which is damn slack, but gets abit tedious.
like, last week, we had to learn how to make proper notes and then test our note-taking skill.
ha ha ha.
stupid.
oh yar.
i was gonna wear my reef slippers to school today.
but it was drizzling when i woke up,
so i chickened out.
(:
but i don't want to wear shoes anymore.
gaaah/
my big toe hurts.
i really think iv'e sprained it.
and my dad was teaching me on the line which acupoint to press and all?
but i just couldnt get it.
so i ended up poking every imaginable part on my arm.
and then i wiggled my toe as ordered.
i think i should've got it right somewhere.
cos' it did get better.
but it's not recovered.
and fuck,
it still freakin' hurts.
especially since we have to walk up the goddamn 45 degree slant hill everyday just to get into the bloody school.
okay, run out of steam.
i've got a runny nose.
):
WHYYYYYYY.
clare ponders oh-so-elegantly on the merits (or demerits) of dying before tommorrow:
"wah. lyk dat. zhuang ciang better norx
horx?
budden horx.
i zhuang ciang oreadi,
hu wear my boots?
aiyo. so marfanx.
haben wear bootxx den die abit wasted horx?
aiyer.
i so sad
my heart beri pain.
here.
rite here.
beri beri pain."
aren't you all awed by her linguistic skill?
ha ha ha.
clare has mastered the art of ahlian-speak.
such a linguistically inclined girl.
:D
i wait patiently for the day when i can speak ahlian fluently.
-laughs.
okay, i am so bored.
but clare is entertaining me on msn.
she is trying to think of ways to get through tommorrow's mime test.
priceless.
and when clare sees this post,
she will flip.
ha ha ha.
it's at times like this, i'm grateful that we are continents apart,
oceans apart.
OH! and in different hemispheres too.
ha ha ha.
:D
oh, i miss you clare.
clare says i haven't been blogging enough.
IT'S TERRIBLE WHEN YOU DON'T HAVE INTERENT ACCESS AT HOME.
):
so anyways, wasn't in school on friday cos i went to oxford for the law open day.
like,
eww.
the journey was so motherfuckingly long.
and the whole damn place was like ... old.
as in, sheesh.
it's an ancient city.
the buildings are old and well, old.
cobble stones for pavements.
oh, and plus, GODDAMN GRAVES EVERYWHERE.
seriously.
and they really are everywhere.
it can be in the middle of a road.
like, there's a patch of grass in the middle of the road and there you have it, graves.
ha ha ha.
and you see chinese girls riding bicycles everywhere.
just like in china.
ooh, but the law faculty student president was like how fuckin chio lah.
she was tall,
she was beautiful,
she was confident (ie. arrogant)
ooh!
:D
darned pretty.
beautiful, and (evidently) smart.
my new idol.
-beams.
oh, and shijye and i met two black girls there who told us that we took the long way to oxford.
motherfuck.
and they led us back the fast way.
like, waaaa.
SO fast lah.
-rolls eyes.
still took about more than an hour.
bleedin' england.
so big for what?
and i was in a bad mood for the rest of the day.
then later that night, decided to just go j's house.
was not bad lah.
i slept on the sofa.
was very cold.
but not bad.
next day, met jos (who went to sheffield to see westlife the night before) at london victoria and we happily proceeded on to covent gardens for the singapore food fest thingy.
was actually hot there.
as in, bright sunlight and you know, HOT.
food was not so good thought.
the laksa (which i yearn for) was .. gah.
the satay wasn't even like satay.
and to add to that, they were bloody expensive.
4 sticks of un-satay for £3.50
ugh.
wonder why we even bought it.
must've been the excitement of seeing food from the motherland.
puii.
on sunday, promised self to study.
did a bit, slacked a lot.
after dinner, got sms from jos to go noodletime to chitchat.
so happily decided to go.
and since it was so hot on saturday, guess who very smartly decided to just wear t-shirt, jeans and SLIPPERS?
-slaps forehead.
was SO COLD.
so decided to buy some alchohol to warm up.
nice thing about the UK?
the concept of ICs is foreign to them.
so it's very nicely versatile for me.
i can be a 15 year old for the child fare on the train,
and i can be a 18 year old to buy alchohol from the store.
and they actually believe.
because, ha ha ha.
no ICs!
:D
okay, -grumbles.
clare went offline to restart her computer,
and it's been like, 20 minutes already.
stupid kid.
currently listening to bsb on jos's ipod
:D
i love bsb.
and i still want my millenium album with me.
just done with a bitchin' spree in an email to clare.
still left feeling vaguely dissatisfied.
you see, clare has bitch back about the same person for it to be fun.
):
not so fun to just bitch away with no answer.
once again i wish clare was here with me.
or that i were in trinity.
oh woe.
i am so annoyed now.
and only clare will know why.
that is, only after she reads my mail.
ha ha ha.
i think i spent a good part of my morning just bitching about this one person.
i'm still irritated.
and i think irritation is the worst of afflictions to suffer.
hence i detest this person even more.
gaaah!
oh boy, i still have my accounting homework.
accounting sucks.
gah.
i don't have the slightest how my dad could've self-studied through it,
and PASSED.
god.
oh, i took some silly test yesterday.
my beliefs most resemble buddhism and satanism.
followed by hinduism and agnosticism.
am happy to note that my beliefs are least like that of christianity.
nothing against that religion, but i just don't agree with a lot of it's teachings.
too monopolistic, if you know what i mean.
some of their little phrases never fail to get me enraged.
ha ha.
i just remembered how jos said that after a westlife concert and she was walking out, there were some wierd christian fanatics yelling, "don't idolise celebrities, idolise GOD!"
odd-balls.
don't they realise how futile that is?
the reason why these people are here are cos' they happen to idolise westlife.
why would they give a cow's arse what you say?
pshaw!
i still hold by my resolution that catholics are nicer than christians.
and christians who don't preach are nicer than those who do.
i'm truly afraid of preachers.
was scarred when some lady confronted my and started preaching.
got shivers down my spine the whole day.
and that, i am not lying.
eeyer.
):
ah crap.
my accounting.
my stats are tragical.
nobody cares about me anymore.
-sulks.
anyways,
clare, come online!
yesterday was good.
i tried doing my law assignment like the good girl i am.
but i decided to call for help.
and i subsequently realised all my law classmates where like, out somewhere shopping or whatever.
so i thought, 'ah fuck it.'
and i took a bus to j's house.
there, i was met with j and jos watching westlife in concert.
i didn't even use to like westlife that much,
but shit i was so .. touched.
HA HA HA.
like, we were all watching there.
jos was starry eyed whenever shane sang.
and we were all awhhh over the thing.
when they sang unbreakable,
i almost cried.
it's like, crying over an era long lost.
the boyband era.
):
i really miss those days.
whatever everyone says, good charlotte or whatever is never gonna measure up to the backstreet boys.
never.
however much these bands are popular, never will they get to the staggering heights bsb reached.
and like jos said, mcfly may be big, but they sure aren't as big as westlife was at their peak.
i mean, i don't get people nowadays.
what is wrong with boybands, man.
they look good, they dress nice, they sing well.
thats sure a heck load better then looking like you never comb your hair and like, havent bathed for days and being all screwed up.
i weep for the lost era of boybands.
i support boybands!
:D
and after i went home, i slaved on my law assignment till waaay past my bedtime.
i am reformed.
i am a good girl.
yay.
i was gloating to j just before i slept.
and now i gloat to the world.
ho ho.
i want an ipod with my now ):
i feel nostalgic.
clare,
"fat and skinny went to bed;
fat rolled over and skinny was dead."
to all the memories of happy times spent by your poolside.
the ponnin' of silly school celebs and the attempts of suntanning.
(:
i miss those days.
the weather in melbourne sounds schizophrenic.
clare is going to whip up a feast for herself now.
everybody,
let's pray for her.
haha.
:D
charlotte thinks that when i say inner beauty, i mean money.
oh, she knows me so well.
-beams.
okay, i have a serious crisis.
was talking to my mom last night,
and she told me that a geomancer said that i cannot wear black, white and dark blue.
like, !!!!!
THOSE ARE THE ONLY COLOURS IN MY CLOSET.
as clare says, "your permanent dresscode."
and that just means that from now on, my entire collection of rags are made redundant.
and to put it simply, i have no bloody clothes anymore.
i am devastated.
black is singularly my favourite colour in the world.
i've been wearing it since p5.
how am i gonna live without it?
oh woe!!
):
and guess what colours i have to wear now?
red and green.
a bloody christmas tree.
gaaaah!
i detest red.
it's bright;
it's happy;
IT'S TOO FUCKIN' CHEERFUL.
seeing too much red on chinese new year puts me in a permanent bad mood.
how am i ever going to wear red?
how, how, how?
green was once upon a time my favourite colour.
but that was only because it was nick carter's favourite colour.
i'd better start liking it again.
woe.
my mom had to go off before i could ask her what else the geomancer said.
he can't possibly have just said that i can't wear my favourite colours ever again right.
hmm, must ask my mommy.
gaah.
i want black.
):
i have nothing to say,
but i really cannot stand having a stagnant blog.
so everyone can happily put up with my empty rants.
:D
oxford circus has a niketown.
was v v cool.
like, an entire building of nike stuff in different categories.
whoa man.
and topshop was so nice to browse.
all the nice colourful trinkets,
the pretty bag,
and ooh, those funny wigs.
was hilarious seeing j in an afro.
ho ho.
i don't even remember having such an interesting time browsing topshop before.
must go buy some stuff there.
yes, i must.
i need more clothes.
-grim.
oh, and on sat, we were being aimless despos by taking pictures of cute guys on the street.
we got a grand number of 2.
one we found in a sweet shop,
the other in a cafe.
j strongly suspects the one in the sweet shop is spanish.
ooh.
clare doesnt think they're that cute though.
clare and her high standards.
oh well, but i still love clare.
(:
and now, i'm waiting for my sister to come online so i can show her the pictures.
not just of cute unknowns 1 and 2, but also the .. others.
ha ha, those in the know;
cue to go "OOH!"
ha ha ha.
i'm just trying to sensationalize the whole thing.
gaah.
okay, clare is telling me about her noisy neighbour.
whoa man, that's some crazy ass neighbour.
haha, like seriously.
crazy americans.
my sister isn't coming online.
think am going into a sulk.
-grouches.
oh my mother, I LOVE MR NORMAN.
WO AI MR NORMAN.
he is waaaay beyond being my favourite teacher now.
i worship him.
oh man.
he's fuckin' nice.
(:
i will work even harder for law now
-beams.
ooh, thank you lord for letting mr norman be my teacher.
i am lightened.
feels good after an entire weekend of anxiety.
oh i am so relieved.
thank god he believed me.
ahhhhh.
okay, enough about my happiness.
i booked my air ticket on sat.
my flight is confirmed!
joceline brought me there.
she really is darn nice.
and she gave me those koala bear biscuits with the chocolatey centres
(:
i like her v much.
and she reminds me of denise.
ha ha ha.
and btw, HI DENISE!
:D
im fuckin' scared ):
i havent been so scared since like, forever.
oh fuck.
fuck fuck fuck.
fuck.
):
i do not understand racing frogs.
charlotte, you'd better explain it to me.
i haven't anything to blog about.
it's still mighty cold here.
and by cold, i do not mean air-con aussie cold.
i mean freeze-your-butt english cold.
gaaaah!
am still lamenting why my life is so monotonous.
ha ha ha.
i want to be good and guai, but oh man, this is even more boring than i expected.
had study skills today.
(which is, yes, where they teach you how to study)
learnt that my wish for a high starting salary is completely opposite to wanting a stable job.
seems that the higher the salary, the higher the risk of losing the job.
well, sure didn't know that.
i have to book my ticket this saturday, or i'm gonna be stuck here till july.
the very thought of it scares the living beejeezus outta me.
eeyer.
want to be home as soon as possible.
i hear summer can be dang hot here.
and they don't have air cons lah.
my god.
my hostess told me that the tomatoes and chicken in greece tastes different from the ones we have in the UK.
she says the tomatoes are more tomato-ey and the chicken is more chickeny.
ha ha ha.
must try grecian food one day.
oh, and she also said that the people there as a nation are still wearing stuff from the 80s.
like, with the puffed sleeves and the frizzy big hair and all.
ho ho.
amusing.
i have to mug like hell for my law test again.
have to keep up that grade of mine.
especially since the teachers are writing our term report soon.
and sending them by courier to the parental department.
everybody's anxious like hell.
okay, not really but we try to appear that way.
this is a serious school, see.
-solemn.
yesterday, my stats shot up.
probably all the nosey parkers wanting to know how i did for the Os eh.
well, they were tragical, thank you very much.
and i am embarrassed by them.
and those people who know my results, ya'll better keep your goddamn traps shut.
if my results become broadcasted, i'll know who to find.
-grim.
anyways, i'm sick of the cold here.
and i keep hoping that spring will come already.
i am fidgety.
wanjing and josephine are convinced they have to set some scandal-prank on me.
i cannot believe them.
even after all my proclamations of needing to ming zhe bao shen too.
-grumbles.
and i'm doing a jolly good job of ming zhe bao shen-ing too okay.
i'm staying out off trouble and doing all my work and being very good and quiet.
not like that shancai.
who ruined all her vows of ming zhe bao shen-ing when she yelled at daomingsi for yelling at that loser who spilled ink on his paul smith shirt.
i mean like, she was the one who wanted to ming zhe bao shen right.
and there she went ruining everything for herself when it wasn't even her goddamn business.
and besides, she had no reason to yell at daomingsi.
when a person spills ink on your paulsmith shirt, you bloody well have the goddamn right to yell at them.
and that was digression at the worst.
the gist of the story is that i didn't, wouldn't and never would be as stupid as shancai as to get into shit in this school.
(even if her shit did end up to be pretty rosy, but that's not the point)
and henceforth, i do not deserve being scandal-pranked.
i hope wanjing reads this.
-mutters.
talking to clare now.
she is grumbling about stingy guys.
and how vincent far surpasses any living organism of the opposite sex in australia.
okaaaay, man.
ha ha ha.
