Monday, January 30, 2006
AH JUST GOT LOVE-PACKAGE (ha ha!) FROM CHARLOTTE AND BRI.
hyperventilates.
yikes.
charlotte, YOU DA BOMB!
:D
bri = v v da bomb too!
.. but still v v dazzled by shiny, sparkly, pretty dior thing.
anna sui mirror is SO pimpin' !
and the pictures of you guys just made me so happy i gurgled and giggled uncontrollably.
it's not like the pictures were funny or anything, they just made me so happy.
(:
did i mention, was v jealous when saw those bsb pictures.
almost cried, i swear.
now i'm very very happy, and very very sad at the same time.
okay, very confusing moment.
package is next to me, it makes me smile.
(:
oh, hee hee.
incoherent.
(:
wo ai Si Ying (ser ying) he Zhen Hui (chen hui)!
eeps, love love!
OH now i remember.
seeing those pictures in charlotte's blog made me sad because i'm not there, and not with them.
and when i come back in march, clare and bri won't be there.
and when i go over to melb in july, charlotte won't be there.
but most importantly, i'm not there now.
and i'm sad.
happy chinese new year.
or as max says," gong hei fatt choi."
whatever that means, yeah.
not that fun a chinese new year, though quite eventful.
never have i met so many rich people in the span of three days.
for those not in the know, KL is overrun with bloody rich fucks.
over dinner with a bunch of them, heard of the riches of them KL kids.
Ian told us about how his school implemented a new school policy due to the high number of theft the year before.
the school said this: "all students starting from form 1 will get an ipod and a laptop, complements of the school."
that so that there will be equity and no one will feel the need to steal.
behold the logic of the filthy rich.
oh, kill me.
and ooh, this other school that James went to.
had a bleedin' zoo in it for the little-r kids.
and yesterday, met a friend of gb's (a rich girl herself)
at first sight, you think, oh another rich kid who's going to eton college, right?
and then we found out that his grandfather owns Nissan.
mama.
later on, on the streets of chinatown, he stopped to talk to some lady.
turns out she's the daughter of the man who owns Genting Highlands.
too much man, these malaysians.
a humble singaporean like me, cannot take it.
max is unimpressed.
but that's because
his grandfather owns bloody Superbowl.
GRARR!
my reaction is so slow now ... ):
stupid shisha.
any flower smell makes me want to die.
ain't got no red clothes.
okay, i was supposed to blog about something, but i cannot remember what i was going to say.
another time, ha ha.
the exams are over but it's not momentous because it just isn't.
shall blog whatever comes to mind.
i'm such a kind person, i think.
after econs, blanked someone because wasn't in the mood.
someone else is the half-blood prince.
someone is very very pretty (in pink) and looks so nice.
others are so smart and are going to oxford and are pretty too.
someone is listening to westlife.
someone is a loser.
someones are all different someones, could be anyone.
someone was frustrated upon seeing someones together.
someone is gay but has a very nice face
ah fuck you.
i want to die.
oh god, someone is such a pisser.
grr.
oh.
what's the point of having a free period when no one else is free as well?
):
anyway, i must blog about the hellish accounting lesson i had yesterday.
it consisted of me, Mr Hurter, and Mr Accounting Worksheet which i didn't understand at all.
i didn't understand him, and he didn't understand why i didn't understand him.
and he was an inch from killing me.
("you're really testing my patience today." he says)
and i was an inch from willingly ending my life.
i swear it was to the point where i was silently contemplating how my calculator can be broken so that the sharp edges may slit my throat or wrist or wherever else some big blood carrying vein may reside.
therefore, it can be concluded;
Lee + Hurter + unfathomable Accounting Worksheet = Eventual Suicide
might i reiterate (though needlessly), i hate accounting.
anyway, had tarot card reading today.
for two questions regarding my future spouse, i drew The Devil card.
omfg.
and it seems that my sole way towards a life of wealth is through a rich man, of which i stand to gain more through divorce.
dire, indeed.
i might be cynical about marriage and love, but i still don't want a divorce.
might have something to do with the fact that my mother is a lawyer specializing in matrimonial law, specializing in divorce.
okay, i'm complicating matters.
simply said, my mother is a divorce lawyer and i don't want to be a client of her's someday.
never got to ask if my children would be pretty.
xiang jun the irritaing took up too much time with his stupid 2 cents questions.
-scowls.
i must go pester joyce about tarot card readings.
she says i must marry a capricorn guy.
hmm, well that's something i never thought about.
but oh well.
OH, read The Ring.
it's damn good.
very very interesting.
shit creepy also, omg Sadako is such an evil bitch.
but she's quite smart also, so i don't like, dislike her or anything.
but was thinking, imagine if you're japanese and you're called Sadako.
wonder if that's gonna hinder the person's social life.
because i know that if i met a young japanese woman with long hair and she tells me her name is Sadako, i'm sure as hell going to run away.
or commit suicide.
rather i die under my own hands than under another's.
it's 3.21.
where's everybody?
oh, have decided share jos's view about someone.
j's still in some faked neutrality.
she should be true to herself and join jos, sanny and i.
(:
okay, where's anthony?
first up;
HAPPY BIRTHDAY CLARE.
cannot believe what an old fart you are now.
(:
ai ni duo duo.
watched brokeback mountain on friday.
ah (:
so sweet.
i adore ennis.
very cool guy.
silent man, i like very much.
some parts of the film, AH too sweet.
i was just drowning in the sweetness.
oh, but when they first had sex.
argh, i was so traumatized.
think it's been years since i watched a movie scene peeking behind my hands.
xiang and faisal were traumatized too.
was sitting between them and could totally feel the terror waves emanating from both sides.
think it was more the fact that it was violent anal sex than anything else (ie. gay sex) that made it so traumatizing.
funny thing on friday during dinner:
josephine said this: "he jun xiang makes lee happy."
and i said, " YEAAAAH!"
and all would've been fine.
except ant heard this:
"hurting xiang makes lee happy."
followed by my vehement agreement.
lord, what a sadist he must've thought me at that moment.
:D
oh, but then xiang suddenly became convinced that i would never be able to skin him.
wonder under what delusion did he come to that conclusion.
i would be delighted to have as pretty a hide as his for a floor mat.
weird kid.
don't know where he gets all his quaint little ideas.
oh, and in honour of clare, have decided to feminize self.
ha ha, have told my friends that so that they'll remind me if i forget.
yay, kylie minogue is non-cancerous.
okay, lost inspiration.
accounting was a nightmare.
ha ha, kill me.
anyway, josephine demonstrated during lunch today the mother of all foot in mouth experiences.
asking a renowned fairy when he's gonna get his sex change = big no-no
oh ta zai wo de pang bian.
!!
(:
everybody's disappeared.
geoff skipped math because jos told him some shocking news.
what's with jos nowadays;
as if it isn't enough going all lesbo.
ha ha.
got only one paper left.
am v v pleased even though acc was sad.
managed to balance my balance sheet, though.
was so surprised i almost fell off my chair.
it's lucky i am that the first time my balance sheet balances in an entire year of taking accounting is in my exam.
please, exam be over!
then i can start bothering with all the frivolities in my life as always.
and i hope xiang wins the lottery.
i stand to gain quite a lot :D
clare, call me.
i'm bored.
ta zai wo de pang bian (:
bye.
studying for law was a nightmare.
the whole law exam was a nightmare.
i've never been so stressed in my life,
and i've never seen my peers so stressed before either.
everybody, and i mean
everybody was on the verge of a nervous breakdown.
and after it ended, (thank god europe came out) i almost collapsed in relief.
it makes me doubt my resolution to do law at a tertiary level.
but not too much, since i'm a useless human being and other than law, there really isn't anything else i can do.
and by what 'i can do', i naturally mean what my mother lets me do.
anyway, on a happier note, my tumour has visibly reduced in size.
a huge relief, i assure you.
hark, there was a time when it was so large i was convinced i was going to get stretch marks.
it was like my leg was having its own little pregnancy.
and it was going to give birth to a little leg or something.
..
okay, let's not dwell in that horrible imagery.
new kids are here.
nothing much, nothing much.
was all hyped up all these months, and when they finally came, i lost interest.
amazing, the way my mind works.
think it must be something to do with the bus being so packed now.
do not like crowds.
do not like people.
oh lord, just saw the complexion on some girl.
i never noticed how bad it was as she really piles on the foundation and concealer and whatever other stuff females do to enhance their little faces in a pathetic bid to seduce half-baked men.
of which, they have no particular target.
as long as she strikes the fancy of some male, they satisfy their sad need for some form of social acceptance.
anyway, i digress.
her face is so bad, it's like a mountainous terrain in various shades of purple, ice-caps and valleys and all.
ugh.
i like that i am so socially aberrant.
pardon that brief moment of egotism.
watched memoirs of a geisha.
very pretty.
i like my sister's lover.
he's a cool guy.
though, come to think of it, sister's partiality towards older men is slightly worrying.
anyway, gong li is too pretty.
and she somehow managed to portray hatsumomo in this half psychotic, yet still very fuckable way.
must say i never envisioned hatsumomo that way, but whatever suits her.
i'm certainly not going to quibble with gong li.
michelle yeoh's malaysian accent kept jarring my senses.
didn't feel right to hear an accent so close to home in a film about geishas.
little chiyo = very pretty.
hence, sayuri = pales in comparison.
spent bus ride home arguing with max on whether zhang ziyi was pretty or hot or neither.
max's stand was the former two, and mine, the latter two.
obviously.
main thing learnt from film would be that americans are cows.
they ruin the scenery completely.
i mean, at the start of the show, it was all pretty women and intricate kimonos, immaculate japanese gardens, sakuras and all.
and at the end?
it was like vietnam.
(meaning of course, after the vietnam war when the country was flooded with american GIs and poor country girls in garish makeup and wearing pathetic excuses for clothes out to make a quick buck)
i hate americans.
and i just remembered that i was supposed to be studying.
damn me to hell.
omg am so depressed im not even gonna bother with punctuation and i dont even know why i am so depressed i just am i wish i wasnt doing a levels and i want to go home and crawl under my covers and my blanket and just die die die and i want to go back to stnicks just so i can pon school and feel so pleased with myself because there is seriously no feeling better in this world than ponning class and sleeping till noon when you know that everybody else is in school and dying in chem class or whatever you know and i miss clare and charlotte and school and all the prefects and i miss sleeping in math lessons and i miss going all omgggggg when xiangting says one of her lame jokes and oh maaan i just miss everything about my life last time and most of all that fact that i didnt give a fuck and i could watch tv everyday i miss jacob and peanutface and the scary ld teachers and everyone also okay and i dont want to take the exams because i am so sure that i wont do well and if i miss my kings offer i will just die because kings is all i want now even though london is a bitch and i hate london and its so fucking expensive and the people are all psychotic and i wish i was as bloody loaded as max because hes so loaded its not even funny not that it was funny to begin with its just that dammit hes so rich and if i had that much money then i could still fuck it and watch tv everyday and i hate blogging because blogging sucks and i hate my blog now and i hate the uk and i hate everyone in the uk and the weather and the bloody freezing temperature and everything i dont want to grow up and i just want to go home.
):
i try not to return to self in sec 1.
ie. angsty fat tweenager.
but,
GOD, LIFE SUCKS.
i hate exams.
i hate life.
last night, i went walking around sanderstead with maximiser the rich.
xiang moodswung us, stupid woman.
it was cold and we walked for an hour.
we have superlegs.
i hate exams.
i hate life.
