okay yay i'm home.
it's so hot here.
but i woke up this morning (make that afternoon) and decided that i quite like it.
i'm turning into an angmoh, i tell you.
my house looks so weird now.
the TV in the living room's magnified.
it's bigger than me and more complicated than aeronautical engineering.
i tried watching TV just now, and i gave up because i just didn't know how to operate the damn thing.
when the day comes and you can't even work your own TV, you know something is very very wrong.
see, i shouldn't have left home.
and my doors are all big and white.
like something out of an old american movie.
those houses with the little gardens and white picket fence and the husbands go,"Honey, I'm home!" when they return from work.
i don't like ):
i want my rickety brown door with the crazy out-of-shape door knob back.
):
and we have japanese curtains now.
but they're quite cool, so i won't complain.
man, i really have a problem with those doors.
-scowls.
oh, and our cable has gone all difficult to use too.
but at least i figured it out last night when i was jet-lagging on the TV in the study which thankfully is a reasonable size and comes from an era i understand.
for some reason, i keep getting little pangs of happy guilt.
like i'm skipping school.
(which technically, i am. but i mean skipping school in singapore. school in UK just doesn't count)
and i feel displaced.
):
it's like this place isn't really mine anymore.
ha ha anthony, you happy kid.
beams.
why are you buying jd.
is xj gonna do what we all did, then?
crazy singaporeans.
sid started it, that madman.
why do i feel like i don't belong anymore?
and the place looks different, all those multiple storey highway thingies all over the roads.
omg.
at least when i look out my window, things still look the same.
home, anyway.
(:
and pleased as hell.
OH.
i cannot believe i wanted to end there.
i forgot the most important part.
PLEASE DO NOT TAKE AIRFRANCE.
bloody frogs, do you know that my baggage (and j's and jos') are still in paris?
if i don't get my stupid bag back, i will throw a serious hissy fit.
i think it's Heathrow's fault also.
so inefficient.
delays everywhere, crap customer service (this woman, she scolded j for asking too many questions and turned out her information was wrong. man, if we find her, we'll get the bitch sacked)
so now i have no nothing,
(except my important stuff, thank god for small favours)
but at least i'm the sloppy kind so having to live in my ancient rags for the next few days sounds about fine to me.
(:
did i mention, also?
feels weird to be back in a land where everywhere i go, i hear familiar accents.
got my daddy Martell.
must redeem myself.
or he'll possibly think that i'm an ungrateful bitch and .. well, bitch about me.
ha ha.
he and my uncle (who're twins) are such cranky old men.
(:
oh yay home home home.
it's so hot here.
but i woke up this morning (make that afternoon) and decided that i quite like it.
i'm turning into an angmoh, i tell you.
my house looks so weird now.
the TV in the living room's magnified.
it's bigger than me and more complicated than aeronautical engineering.
i tried watching TV just now, and i gave up because i just didn't know how to operate the damn thing.
when the day comes and you can't even work your own TV, you know something is very very wrong.
see, i shouldn't have left home.
and my doors are all big and white.
like something out of an old american movie.
those houses with the little gardens and white picket fence and the husbands go,"Honey, I'm home!" when they return from work.
i don't like ):
i want my rickety brown door with the crazy out-of-shape door knob back.
):
and we have japanese curtains now.
but they're quite cool, so i won't complain.
man, i really have a problem with those doors.
-scowls.
oh, and our cable has gone all difficult to use too.
but at least i figured it out last night when i was jet-lagging on the TV in the study which thankfully is a reasonable size and comes from an era i understand.
for some reason, i keep getting little pangs of happy guilt.
like i'm skipping school.
(which technically, i am. but i mean skipping school in singapore. school in UK just doesn't count)
and i feel displaced.
):
it's like this place isn't really mine anymore.
ha ha anthony, you happy kid.
beams.
why are you buying jd.
is xj gonna do what we all did, then?
crazy singaporeans.
sid started it, that madman.
why do i feel like i don't belong anymore?
and the place looks different, all those multiple storey highway thingies all over the roads.
omg.
at least when i look out my window, things still look the same.
home, anyway.
(:
and pleased as hell.
OH.
i cannot believe i wanted to end there.
i forgot the most important part.
PLEASE DO NOT TAKE AIRFRANCE.
bloody frogs, do you know that my baggage (and j's and jos') are still in paris?
if i don't get my stupid bag back, i will throw a serious hissy fit.
i think it's Heathrow's fault also.
so inefficient.
delays everywhere, crap customer service (this woman, she scolded j for asking too many questions and turned out her information was wrong. man, if we find her, we'll get the bitch sacked)
so now i have no nothing,
(except my important stuff, thank god for small favours)
but at least i'm the sloppy kind so having to live in my ancient rags for the next few days sounds about fine to me.
(:
did i mention, also?
feels weird to be back in a land where everywhere i go, i hear familiar accents.
got my daddy Martell.
must redeem myself.
or he'll possibly think that i'm an ungrateful bitch and .. well, bitch about me.
ha ha.
he and my uncle (who're twins) are such cranky old men.
(:
oh yay home home home.
Wednesday, March 29, 2006
'tis the last day of school for me.
going to class inebriated is quite an experience, i must say.
elaborate exhibitionism yesterday, apologies.
maybe i'll delete that entry.
anyway, HOME in a bit.
and i'm still a bit squiffy from the jack daniels.
ha ha, was quite funny.
we had a glass left and we had to finish it up before class started.
so,
lee: anthony, be a man! -holds up glass.
ant: no, you be the man, you're more manly than me!
lee: OKAY! -takes big gulp.
so now we're all a bit high.
taking alcohol on an empty stomach in the morning, not a very good idea.
but who cares.
HOME SOON!
:D
going to class inebriated is quite an experience, i must say.
elaborate exhibitionism yesterday, apologies.
maybe i'll delete that entry.
anyway, HOME in a bit.
and i'm still a bit squiffy from the jack daniels.
ha ha, was quite funny.
we had a glass left and we had to finish it up before class started.
so,
lee: anthony, be a man! -holds up glass.
ant: no, you be the man, you're more manly than me!
lee: OKAY! -takes big gulp.
so now we're all a bit high.
taking alcohol on an empty stomach in the morning, not a very good idea.
but who cares.
HOME SOON!
:D
Tuesday, March 28, 2006
xiang is fucking crazy.
i love him.
(i don't really know what to say, so bear with me in regards to the ineloquence of this entry)
so anyway, look at what xiang jun tan got me.
i know.
i'm still reeling from it.
and i'm glad we're talking again.
(:
ah.
lots of love.
!!
and this,
the man himself.
(:
i love him.
(i don't really know what to say, so bear with me in regards to the ineloquence of this entry)
so anyway, look at what xiang jun tan got me.
i know.
i'm still reeling from it.
and i'm glad we're talking again.
(:
ah.
lots of love.
!!
and this,
the man himself.
(:
(:
Sunday, March 26, 2006
"stop being lee's puppet for goodness sake"
who do you think you are?
if that is not the ultimate insult, i don't know what is.
i feel insulted for her.
who do you think you are?
if that is not the ultimate insult, i don't know what is.
i feel insulted for her.
josephine with the freudian slip of the night,"i want chicken weed."
she meant chicken palace, the small shop down the road selling pieces of fried dead birds.
this just shows what a pothead jos is becoming.
HA HA HA.
this school is so fucked up.
i want to return to a girls' school.
i mean, girls are complicated screwed up people, but at least they make some sense.
i've had it with everyone.
(:
i didn't know daylight saving started.
damn.
so cute (:
ok, embarrassing myself.
hee hee.
okay damn, i want to put a picture of my damn pretty red tree, but it's marred by unsightly objects in the foreground.
so oh well.
yes, i know it looks a bit weird, but that's only because it's a picture taken of a picture from my phone.
want to go home!
(:
she meant chicken palace, the small shop down the road selling pieces of fried dead birds.
this just shows what a pothead jos is becoming.
HA HA HA.
this school is so fucked up.
i want to return to a girls' school.
i mean, girls are complicated screwed up people, but at least they make some sense.
i've had it with everyone.
(:
i didn't know daylight saving started.
damn.
so cute (:
ok, embarrassing myself.
hee hee.
okay damn, i want to put a picture of my damn pretty red tree, but it's marred by unsightly objects in the foreground.
so oh well.
yes, i know it looks a bit weird, but that's only because it's a picture taken of a picture from my phone.
want to go home!
(:
Saturday, March 25, 2006
Hostel is the most fucked up film ever.
my god.
and i'm never going to fucking slovakia.
just read j's lovely bones.
damned sick also, that murderer.
i'm so sickened by all these perverts.
the world is such an evil place.
the end should come soon.
another like, noah's ark thing.
only this time, nobody lives because everybody sucks.
ok, when i first started reading the book, i wanted to be dead becase my ultimate fantasy in life is to observe the living.
this probably sounds marginally cowardly, but i much rather watch people live then live myself.
but anyway, as i progressed on the book, i decided i didn't want to die.
not because i'd suddenly become interested in living, but because i suddenly felt like such a selfish brat for even thinking for a second about dying (no matter how flippantly)
this is so heavy.
and j is making me damn nervous.
she's looking at me type.
anywayyy, geoff's birthday thing today.
omar's girl is damn pretty.
we were at this arcade thing, and we played daytona.
omg, how long has it been?
(:
OMG I HAVE TO COMPLAIN.
I AM BEING SECREGATED.
okay whatever.
i've ranted enough about it to my sister.
and whacked j with her bear enough also.
but but but.
-whines.
):
ha ha, yay home soon.
failed attempt at being happy.
i actually feel damn messed up now.
first, a bit because of being ostracized (j assures me it isn't the case, but i've always been given to melodrama anyway, so bear with me)
then a lot because of stupid hostel with all the twisted people drilling holes in people left, right and centre.
like, GET A PROPER HOBBY YOU SICK BASTARDS.
and quite a bit because of Lovely Bones, and that's messing me up because i get so sickened over the murderer and his fetish for killing young girls.
by god, why do these people exist?
i mean, the youngest victim was six.
that's just sick.
and i felt so sorry for all the living people too.
note to self: am never going to complain to mother that am sick of life. EVER.
though, actually come to think of it, am really not interested in living.
that is, not to say i want to die.
but simply that i do not look forward to life.
have never been much into the career woman thing.
and recently had fleeting thought about tending to living creatures which gave me a paralyzing wave of .. frustration (there's no other word for it)
then thought to self, those days of wishing dearly for a dog (which i never got) are over.
i still like dogs, but i cannot imagine owning one now.
and was thinking how if i have a child, the kid's getting a dog because they learn to love that way.
but then had sudden vision of self holding a child, feeling absolute responsibility for it and suddenly just knew with a conviction that cannot and will not commit such a crime of bringing a child into the world when do not have enough inside me to give it the love and commitment it deserves.
(which brings me to a nightmare had two years ago of having a child and was unable to look at toddlers or infants for the next month or so without having the hairs on my neck stand and all my muscles tense)
and thought, you know what?
i'm not getting married.
because if i can't love a child, i sure as hell cannot love another grown person.
and then i came to the conclusion that the surest way to keep away from such complications is if i abstain from all forms of relationships.
and yes, sex.
and my point in that is, without sex and all the other implications that come with it, living cannot be counted as living.
and as have mentioned, i prefer watching other people live then to live myself.
i don't even know why a stupid movie and a stupid book can do this to me, but i am just damn messed up now.
believe me when i say that i am a bad person.
i think with each passing day, i'm losing my humanity.
i wonder why i couldn't have just stuck with the old mission, marrying young to an older man, staying home to make babies and whiling away the rest of my life as a mindless automaton.
ok j is back and making me nervous.
aiyaaaaaaaaaaaaa
this year sucks la.
i read my horoscope that day.
loads of psychobabble about how this year will bring a lot of realizations and how will have to work to overcome obstacles and how will emerge at the end of the year all educated and basically a new woman.
yeah, whatever you know.
in a nutshell, that just meant that the year 2006 is gonna suck a lot.
oh, and just now i remembered that 2006 was the year i was convinced the world was going to end back in 2003.
and that was one of the main reasons (subconsciously) why i'm here.
see, i didn't want to die in singapore without ever seeing the world.
foolish girl, i don't know why i let my actions be controlled by all my unbased theories or whatever.
and i've seen enough of the world.
i just want to go home.
my god.
and i'm never going to fucking slovakia.
just read j's lovely bones.
damned sick also, that murderer.
i'm so sickened by all these perverts.
the world is such an evil place.
the end should come soon.
another like, noah's ark thing.
only this time, nobody lives because everybody sucks.
ok, when i first started reading the book, i wanted to be dead becase my ultimate fantasy in life is to observe the living.
this probably sounds marginally cowardly, but i much rather watch people live then live myself.
but anyway, as i progressed on the book, i decided i didn't want to die.
not because i'd suddenly become interested in living, but because i suddenly felt like such a selfish brat for even thinking for a second about dying (no matter how flippantly)
this is so heavy.
and j is making me damn nervous.
she's looking at me type.
anywayyy, geoff's birthday thing today.
omar's girl is damn pretty.
we were at this arcade thing, and we played daytona.
omg, how long has it been?
(:
OMG I HAVE TO COMPLAIN.
I AM BEING SECREGATED.
okay whatever.
i've ranted enough about it to my sister.
and whacked j with her bear enough also.
but but but.
-whines.
):
ha ha, yay home soon.
failed attempt at being happy.
i actually feel damn messed up now.
first, a bit because of being ostracized (j assures me it isn't the case, but i've always been given to melodrama anyway, so bear with me)
then a lot because of stupid hostel with all the twisted people drilling holes in people left, right and centre.
like, GET A PROPER HOBBY YOU SICK BASTARDS.
and quite a bit because of Lovely Bones, and that's messing me up because i get so sickened over the murderer and his fetish for killing young girls.
by god, why do these people exist?
i mean, the youngest victim was six.
that's just sick.
and i felt so sorry for all the living people too.
note to self: am never going to complain to mother that am sick of life. EVER.
though, actually come to think of it, am really not interested in living.
that is, not to say i want to die.
but simply that i do not look forward to life.
have never been much into the career woman thing.
and recently had fleeting thought about tending to living creatures which gave me a paralyzing wave of .. frustration (there's no other word for it)
then thought to self, those days of wishing dearly for a dog (which i never got) are over.
i still like dogs, but i cannot imagine owning one now.
and was thinking how if i have a child, the kid's getting a dog because they learn to love that way.
but then had sudden vision of self holding a child, feeling absolute responsibility for it and suddenly just knew with a conviction that cannot and will not commit such a crime of bringing a child into the world when do not have enough inside me to give it the love and commitment it deserves.
(which brings me to a nightmare had two years ago of having a child and was unable to look at toddlers or infants for the next month or so without having the hairs on my neck stand and all my muscles tense)
and thought, you know what?
i'm not getting married.
because if i can't love a child, i sure as hell cannot love another grown person.
and then i came to the conclusion that the surest way to keep away from such complications is if i abstain from all forms of relationships.
and yes, sex.
and my point in that is, without sex and all the other implications that come with it, living cannot be counted as living.
and as have mentioned, i prefer watching other people live then to live myself.
i don't even know why a stupid movie and a stupid book can do this to me, but i am just damn messed up now.
believe me when i say that i am a bad person.
i think with each passing day, i'm losing my humanity.
i wonder why i couldn't have just stuck with the old mission, marrying young to an older man, staying home to make babies and whiling away the rest of my life as a mindless automaton.
ok j is back and making me nervous.
aiyaaaaaaaaaaaaa
this year sucks la.
i read my horoscope that day.
loads of psychobabble about how this year will bring a lot of realizations and how will have to work to overcome obstacles and how will emerge at the end of the year all educated and basically a new woman.
yeah, whatever you know.
in a nutshell, that just meant that the year 2006 is gonna suck a lot.
oh, and just now i remembered that 2006 was the year i was convinced the world was going to end back in 2003.
and that was one of the main reasons (subconsciously) why i'm here.
see, i didn't want to die in singapore without ever seeing the world.
foolish girl, i don't know why i let my actions be controlled by all my unbased theories or whatever.
and i've seen enough of the world.
i just want to go home.
Friday, March 24, 2006
without realising,
i've grown up.
it's like how you live each day as they come.
and then one day it hits you;
how things are never going to be the same again.
last night it hit me when i looked at my foot,
and saw somebody else's.
-
the day started out good.
dark and rainy.
but then it got progressively worse.
it was spraying (not drizzling, mind. spraying)
and the thing about sprays is that you don't even realise it until suddenly your specs are blurry with microscopic droplets and your hair starts to clump.
so then i had to blowdry my hair with the stupud hand-dryer in the toilet.
how un-glam.
and i signed in at my favourite computer.
only even now, after 20 mins, it's still starting up.
bitch.
did i mention that i hate computers?
i still have an economics essay to do.
kill me, i was just to lazy to get started yesterday so i spent the night copying law notes and filing all my other notes.
very non exciting.
i was daoed ):
but otherwise, all is good is good is good.
because, HEY!
sometimes things just are better this way.
(:
boy am i the happy kid.
i've got phoonty's love.
and she's got mine.
:D
and just because i never feel complete without some nonsensical analogy of mine,
i feel as if the AD curve of my life is at full employment level.
and i haven't got the technology or resources to shift my LRAS curve to the right.
anymore, and it's high inflation, baby.
please save me, mommy.
i've grown up.
it's like how you live each day as they come.
and then one day it hits you;
how things are never going to be the same again.
last night it hit me when i looked at my foot,
and saw somebody else's.
-
the day started out good.
dark and rainy.
but then it got progressively worse.
it was spraying (not drizzling, mind. spraying)
and the thing about sprays is that you don't even realise it until suddenly your specs are blurry with microscopic droplets and your hair starts to clump.
so then i had to blowdry my hair with the stupud hand-dryer in the toilet.
how un-glam.
and i signed in at my favourite computer.
only even now, after 20 mins, it's still starting up.
bitch.
did i mention that i hate computers?
i still have an economics essay to do.
kill me, i was just to lazy to get started yesterday so i spent the night copying law notes and filing all my other notes.
very non exciting.
i was daoed ):
but otherwise, all is good is good is good.
because, HEY!
sometimes things just are better this way.
(:
boy am i the happy kid.
i've got phoonty's love.
and she's got mine.
:D
and just because i never feel complete without some nonsensical analogy of mine,
i feel as if the AD curve of my life is at full employment level.
and i haven't got the technology or resources to shift my LRAS curve to the right.
anymore, and it's high inflation, baby.
please save me, mommy.
Tuesday, March 21, 2006
at j's now.
and she's sleeping againnn.
but what's new?
OH, i'm so happy and serene nowadays.
i think.
YES, i am!
:D
and even though it's like so chilly now i just feel damn hyper!
and now i like hyper retro songs by vengaboys that i didn't even like when i was a loser kid.
i'm regressing, my god.
but but but, who cares!
ha ha, those stupid songs are so high i don't even know how the singers managed to sing them without overdosing on sugar on something.
yay.
happy boys and happy girls, will be!
we are the happy boys and girls!
:D
ha ha, jos just reminded me that my nails are damn long.
hee hee (:
all in preparation for my homecoming.
cannot go back to the motherland with coolie hands and fingernails.
grow, nails, GROW.
let me have you taitai again.
oh beams.
my god, what kind of pussy song is this?
ok people please don't listen to coldplay.
it fucking saps all your energy.
listen to aqua!
ha ha ha ha, you know i've always secretly liked barbie girl.
it's just so addictive and stupid.
and the helium voice is priceless.
c'mon barbie, let's go party!
you know, this somehow reminds me of those days in lower primary where the cheerleaders seemed so grown up and they were such pretty jumping ornaments i liked watching.
not like in later years when most of them just seemed to be little wannabes from the special stream who yearn for this catalyst to catapult them up the social ladders or whatever.
rolls eyes.
losers man.
and like the true whimsical prat i am, i still sincerely believe the old cheerleaders were cooler, and way prettier.
though i bet they were losers too.
still, nothing but circus clowns, most of them.
(exclude, exclude charlotte and those i consider friends. i don't know who you are, but if you were my friend, you're excluded)
why do little girls all want to be cheerleaders?
GROW UP, KIDS!
ah, jos thinks cartoon heroes is damn sad.
.. actually i think so too.
it's got this whole underlying message saying,"you're not a cartoon hero, you live in your sad little world with avian flu and secret fascists governments, and you cannot do what you want because you will fail and the whole world hates you sucker."
why so cold.
is this normal?
i mean, it's bloody the end of march for goodness sake.
OH OH, and from next term my lessons will end at 1230 because Mr Norman exempted us from class.
la dee da.
but i think i deserve it because i got 96 for my exams.
i am showing off.
and to be a bigger pain in the ass (ha ha ant, ha ha)
i still cannot believe i lost 4 marks.
it must've been the last bit because i was waffling.
if not, sure full marks.
okay random thought but i think my gifts from my friends are damn nice.
and my sister also.
i mean, dior play, anna sui mirror, diamond ring, diamond necklace?
too cool.
i know i have cool friends.
envy me.
(:
and she's sleeping againnn.
but what's new?
OH, i'm so happy and serene nowadays.
i think.
YES, i am!
:D
and even though it's like so chilly now i just feel damn hyper!
and now i like hyper retro songs by vengaboys that i didn't even like when i was a loser kid.
i'm regressing, my god.
but but but, who cares!
ha ha, those stupid songs are so high i don't even know how the singers managed to sing them without overdosing on sugar on something.
yay.
happy boys and happy girls, will be!
we are the happy boys and girls!
:D
ha ha, jos just reminded me that my nails are damn long.
hee hee (:
all in preparation for my homecoming.
cannot go back to the motherland with coolie hands and fingernails.
grow, nails, GROW.
let me have you taitai again.
oh beams.
my god, what kind of pussy song is this?
ok people please don't listen to coldplay.
it fucking saps all your energy.
listen to aqua!
ha ha ha ha, you know i've always secretly liked barbie girl.
it's just so addictive and stupid.
and the helium voice is priceless.
c'mon barbie, let's go party!
you know, this somehow reminds me of those days in lower primary where the cheerleaders seemed so grown up and they were such pretty jumping ornaments i liked watching.
not like in later years when most of them just seemed to be little wannabes from the special stream who yearn for this catalyst to catapult them up the social ladders or whatever.
rolls eyes.
losers man.
and like the true whimsical prat i am, i still sincerely believe the old cheerleaders were cooler, and way prettier.
though i bet they were losers too.
still, nothing but circus clowns, most of them.
(exclude, exclude charlotte and those i consider friends. i don't know who you are, but if you were my friend, you're excluded)
why do little girls all want to be cheerleaders?
GROW UP, KIDS!
ah, jos thinks cartoon heroes is damn sad.
.. actually i think so too.
it's got this whole underlying message saying,"you're not a cartoon hero, you live in your sad little world with avian flu and secret fascists governments, and you cannot do what you want because you will fail and the whole world hates you sucker."
why so cold.
is this normal?
i mean, it's bloody the end of march for goodness sake.
OH OH, and from next term my lessons will end at 1230 because Mr Norman exempted us from class.
la dee da.
but i think i deserve it because i got 96 for my exams.
i am showing off.
and to be a bigger pain in the ass (ha ha ant, ha ha)
i still cannot believe i lost 4 marks.
it must've been the last bit because i was waffling.
if not, sure full marks.
okay random thought but i think my gifts from my friends are damn nice.
and my sister also.
i mean, dior play, anna sui mirror, diamond ring, diamond necklace?
too cool.
i know i have cool friends.
envy me.
(:
Monday, March 20, 2006
V for Vendetta was very cool.
and V is da bomb.
ha ha, maybe it's cos i take Government & Politics, but it just seemed so .. i don't know la, i just liked it.
and i got damn angry at the government halfway through.
i worry that Singapore is secretly fascist too.
oh man.
i suddenly understand Mr Norman and all his grand speeches about democracy and freedom of speech.
like, god i feel for it.
damn if singapore actually has a fascist government, i will kill myself.
ok, the show was damn good.
i liked the ending.
too cool, too cool.
dk doesn't like it.
ha ha, i just said that because he saw me typing this and he was outraged.
ugh im so tired i don't want to do my stupid acc homework and i just want to go home NOW.
no test periods, so that's a perk.
this week is gonna be goooooooood.
i can feel it in my bones. ha ha.
and V is da bomb.
ha ha, maybe it's cos i take Government & Politics, but it just seemed so .. i don't know la, i just liked it.
and i got damn angry at the government halfway through.
i worry that Singapore is secretly fascist too.
oh man.
i suddenly understand Mr Norman and all his grand speeches about democracy and freedom of speech.
like, god i feel for it.
damn if singapore actually has a fascist government, i will kill myself.
ok, the show was damn good.
i liked the ending.
too cool, too cool.
dk doesn't like it.
ha ha, i just said that because he saw me typing this and he was outraged.
ugh im so tired i don't want to do my stupid acc homework and i just want to go home NOW.
no test periods, so that's a perk.
this week is gonna be goooooooood.
i can feel it in my bones. ha ha.
Sunday, March 19, 2006
have just realised to utter horror that made grammatical mistake in last post.
and i'm too lazy to edit it.
which is kinda weird, since i did specially come to blog again specifically to point out that huge travesty of a mistake i made.
i'm bored.
j is sleeping again.
i swear the girl could spend her whole life in bed.
keep wanting to post pictures but haven't got any to post.
no test periods next week!
(:
and home soon.
i haven't got anything interesting to talk about.
ok it's 6 i shall be nasty and wake j up.
i don't know how she manages to sleep so much, omg.
and i'm too lazy to edit it.
which is kinda weird, since i did specially come to blog again specifically to point out that huge travesty of a mistake i made.
i'm bored.
j is sleeping again.
i swear the girl could spend her whole life in bed.
keep wanting to post pictures but haven't got any to post.
no test periods next week!
(:
and home soon.
i haven't got anything interesting to talk about.
ok it's 6 i shall be nasty and wake j up.
i don't know how she manages to sleep so much, omg.
yay, spent the afternoon downloading retro songs by aqua, vengaboys and the like.
and i skyped with my sister just now!
and that's something, seeing that i'm such a village chicken when it comes to computer stuff.
yesterday, went for dk and farhan's thing at some park.
was damn cold, but so many people was there, so that's cool.
sid and faisal were all mia so after that we decided to go pester them a bit and jos called faisal.
and then that's when our day brightened up.
the moment faisal picked up, he yelled, 'where are you?' to jos and pissed her off so much she yelled back,"WHERE ARE YOU LA YOU KNOW WE ARE IN BIG TROUBLE."
and there came the problem of thinking what kind of trouble we were in.
so we passed the phone around and by the time we were done, a full blown fiasco was in action.
max was smoking weed and got caught and we were all at the police station.
ha ha ha, we got them so good.
met faisal and sid at allders and started acting away.
and i tell you, we were so good we even started believing ourselves.
that was how good we were.
okay, i really am not in the mood to go into full blown description mode.
j just said this,"I CAN'T BELIEVE I SLEPT WITH YOU 3, 4 TIMES ..."
ooh (:
she and jos are amusing themselves on the bed now and the squeals and laughter coming from them sounds so dodgy.
oh and was so stupid last night cos we were joking around about everybody's sex life and i was being all loud saying who with who and all and max went,"YOU ALSO EVERY NIGHT GOT RIGHT."
and i went, "WITH WHO."
and max shot back, "YOU'LL FIND OUT SOONER OR LATER."
yes, i know.
whaaaaaaaaat?
mad dog.
ha ha ha!
priceless la, all of them.
OH YAY I FOUND THE MR DIANA SONG.
i'm very distracted because i'm looking for cool songs.
lee is damn good at finding songs.
hee hee, that was j because she is very impressed by me.
-giggles.
aye cannot be bothered to blog anymore.
and i skyped with my sister just now!
and that's something, seeing that i'm such a village chicken when it comes to computer stuff.
yesterday, went for dk and farhan's thing at some park.
was damn cold, but so many people was there, so that's cool.
sid and faisal were all mia so after that we decided to go pester them a bit and jos called faisal.
and then that's when our day brightened up.
the moment faisal picked up, he yelled, 'where are you?' to jos and pissed her off so much she yelled back,"WHERE ARE YOU LA YOU KNOW WE ARE IN BIG TROUBLE."
and there came the problem of thinking what kind of trouble we were in.
so we passed the phone around and by the time we were done, a full blown fiasco was in action.
max was smoking weed and got caught and we were all at the police station.
ha ha ha, we got them so good.
met faisal and sid at allders and started acting away.
and i tell you, we were so good we even started believing ourselves.
that was how good we were.
okay, i really am not in the mood to go into full blown description mode.
j just said this,"I CAN'T BELIEVE I SLEPT WITH YOU 3, 4 TIMES ..."
ooh (:
she and jos are amusing themselves on the bed now and the squeals and laughter coming from them sounds so dodgy.
oh and was so stupid last night cos we were joking around about everybody's sex life and i was being all loud saying who with who and all and max went,"YOU ALSO EVERY NIGHT GOT RIGHT."
and i went, "WITH WHO."
and max shot back, "YOU'LL FIND OUT SOONER OR LATER."
yes, i know.
whaaaaaaaaat?
mad dog.
ha ha ha!
priceless la, all of them.
OH YAY I FOUND THE MR DIANA SONG.
i'm very distracted because i'm looking for cool songs.
lee is damn good at finding songs.
hee hee, that was j because she is very impressed by me.
-giggles.
aye cannot be bothered to blog anymore.
Saturday, March 18, 2006
ok last night was just weirded.
i was like being an A* emo bitch and i don't even think i've been that scary before.
like, one moment all zen, telling j that i'm ok i'm ok, next i'll snap and yell at some poor soul.
see what i mean by fucked up week.
BUT, all i good now because i just remembered that i was supposed to have reached nirvana several weeks ago.
ha ha.
oh, charlotte i see your blog again.
oh man oh man, smsing clare and now she's daoed me again.
ha ha, this is deja vu, this is.
why do i keep meeting amanda phoon act-a-likes all the time?
it's not like i'm angry or anything but then again, i never was the groveling sort.
wahlao, cannot take it.
ok i'm not blogging about it because i'm zen and serene and i shall not be bothered about nonsense like that.
okay, think buddha, the dalai lama.
omm.
mortal cares are beneath me, thank you very much.
and now my friends can be relieved that i won't be acting like i have some severe hormonal imbalance anymore.
OMG AARON CARTER! on itunes, i mean. damn, it's been long since i heard any of the carters.
back to the topic.
yes, am not gonna be all weirded anymore if i can help it.
bitching is so passe.
oh, and speaking of which, omg the school is so full of two-faced people.
like, they're so artificial it surprises me they're not like descendents of pinocchio or the mannequins at harvey nichols.
pleh, i'm sick of this stupid school and all the superficial little people in it.
at least j and jos are like, too simple to be superficial.
ha ha ha.
ok i didn't mean that in a nasty way.
and i've decided that i'm not interested in having children.
or dogs.
or cats.
SO, my names are up for auction.
:D
and ok i would complain that the whole world has an active sex life except me, but i'm not interested in such nonsense also.
worldly cares, i sniff in disdain.
ha ha, i think i can be a monk.
or nun, whatever.
and to substantiate my claim, i went for Christian Fellowship on friday with j to get some inner peace.
ha ha, my mother the devout christian will be damn happy.
and it went quite well, if i may say so, since the last time i went to church, i blasphemed against God (ie. smsed clare telling her i didn't know why i was spending my christmas in church and going to another for lunch later and that the stupid kid squirming in front of me ought to be shot and its mother hanged) and subsequently got divine punishment in the form of a bloody terrible nosebleed.
and as i was reading the bible too at that point, Genesis chpt 3 got a huge splotch of my blood on it.
and i was so alarmed i slammed the book shut, so the smudge it made ... my god i don't even want to think about it.
and did i mention that even though the nice church-going people were very concerned that i was bleeding like a pig, they were passing the tissue paper like it was the bloody communion so by the time i got the tissue, i think half of the blood in my head was already drained.
not that i'm complaining or anything or that i'm being bitchy.
i'm just saying.
which reminds me, no nasty things about christianity when i go home as mother will freak out.
though might be challenge seeing father is anti-christ.
i seriously don't know how my parents ended up together.
ok why did i start yabbering about all these funny things?
my point was CF wasn't that bad, even though i surely cannot go weekly and as staunchly agnostic, cannot completely agree with all the things said.
however, quite liked (ok liked isn't the word, but i cannot think of a proper word now) the part where burger was saying that the use of fear wasn't to mean fear exactly, but respect.
the fear part always irked me so much (gigantic plaque in brother's school hallway with line that goes, the fearing of God is the beginning of wisdom. threw a hissy fit right in the middle of the hallway with dad. that was 8 years ago. and half cringe when thinking of it as imagine how many little christian boys i pissed off that day ha ha.)
respect, that i can accept.
so that's something gained, i guess.
ha ha, sheesh jos was telling us about how kids in indo really get eaten up by cannibals and all.
and max telling us how his father's worker got killed by a plane.
priceless la, these people.
j is sleeping againnnnnn, why she sleep so much one omg.
this is fast getting pointless, i'm just randomly listening to jos and max talk and writing whatever comes to mind, hence the disjointed-ness of post.
ok bye we have to go now.
i was like being an A* emo bitch and i don't even think i've been that scary before.
like, one moment all zen, telling j that i'm ok i'm ok, next i'll snap and yell at some poor soul.
see what i mean by fucked up week.
BUT, all i good now because i just remembered that i was supposed to have reached nirvana several weeks ago.
ha ha.
oh, charlotte i see your blog again.
oh man oh man, smsing clare and now she's daoed me again.
ha ha, this is deja vu, this is.
why do i keep meeting amanda phoon act-a-likes all the time?
it's not like i'm angry or anything but then again, i never was the groveling sort.
wahlao, cannot take it.
ok i'm not blogging about it because i'm zen and serene and i shall not be bothered about nonsense like that.
okay, think buddha, the dalai lama.
omm.
mortal cares are beneath me, thank you very much.
and now my friends can be relieved that i won't be acting like i have some severe hormonal imbalance anymore.
OMG AARON CARTER! on itunes, i mean. damn, it's been long since i heard any of the carters.
back to the topic.
yes, am not gonna be all weirded anymore if i can help it.
bitching is so passe.
oh, and speaking of which, omg the school is so full of two-faced people.
like, they're so artificial it surprises me they're not like descendents of pinocchio or the mannequins at harvey nichols.
pleh, i'm sick of this stupid school and all the superficial little people in it.
at least j and jos are like, too simple to be superficial.
ha ha ha.
ok i didn't mean that in a nasty way.
and i've decided that i'm not interested in having children.
or dogs.
or cats.
SO, my names are up for auction.
:D
and ok i would complain that the whole world has an active sex life except me, but i'm not interested in such nonsense also.
worldly cares, i sniff in disdain.
ha ha, i think i can be a monk.
or nun, whatever.
and to substantiate my claim, i went for Christian Fellowship on friday with j to get some inner peace.
ha ha, my mother the devout christian will be damn happy.
and it went quite well, if i may say so, since the last time i went to church, i blasphemed against God (ie. smsed clare telling her i didn't know why i was spending my christmas in church and going to another for lunch later and that the stupid kid squirming in front of me ought to be shot and its mother hanged) and subsequently got divine punishment in the form of a bloody terrible nosebleed.
and as i was reading the bible too at that point, Genesis chpt 3 got a huge splotch of my blood on it.
and i was so alarmed i slammed the book shut, so the smudge it made ... my god i don't even want to think about it.
and did i mention that even though the nice church-going people were very concerned that i was bleeding like a pig, they were passing the tissue paper like it was the bloody communion so by the time i got the tissue, i think half of the blood in my head was already drained.
not that i'm complaining or anything or that i'm being bitchy.
i'm just saying.
which reminds me, no nasty things about christianity when i go home as mother will freak out.
though might be challenge seeing father is anti-christ.
i seriously don't know how my parents ended up together.
ok why did i start yabbering about all these funny things?
my point was CF wasn't that bad, even though i surely cannot go weekly and as staunchly agnostic, cannot completely agree with all the things said.
however, quite liked (ok liked isn't the word, but i cannot think of a proper word now) the part where burger was saying that the use of fear wasn't to mean fear exactly, but respect.
the fear part always irked me so much (gigantic plaque in brother's school hallway with line that goes, the fearing of God is the beginning of wisdom. threw a hissy fit right in the middle of the hallway with dad. that was 8 years ago. and half cringe when thinking of it as imagine how many little christian boys i pissed off that day ha ha.)
respect, that i can accept.
so that's something gained, i guess.
ha ha, sheesh jos was telling us about how kids in indo really get eaten up by cannibals and all.
and max telling us how his father's worker got killed by a plane.
priceless la, these people.
j is sleeping againnnnnn, why she sleep so much one omg.
this is fast getting pointless, i'm just randomly listening to jos and max talk and writing whatever comes to mind, hence the disjointed-ness of post.
ok bye we have to go now.
Friday, March 17, 2006
did i mention? this week is like cursed man.
boy am i glad it's over.
everyone's been mindfucked by this week.
and even though i've been pretty much left alone, it's still sucked a lot, this week because everyone around me are like, a step from the grave now.
and speaking of which, whoa been feeling damn bitchy lately.
and i cannot stop myself.
i think it's the lack of sleep but then it's not like i haven't slept or anything.
but i'm damn tired too anyway.
ok we really need to go back to singapore to sort ourselves out.
oh, bad news charlotte, i cannot access your blog.
it's like a sudden death syndrome kinda thing though, so i'm waiting patiently for the resurrection.
god, i've been so prickly lately.
and that's highly abberant as am usually serene and peaceful in the UK.
v unlike in singapore where am epitome of psycho bitch sometimes.
maybe it's cos i'm going back soon and i'm reverting sooner than needed.
whatever, damn tired.
boy am i glad it's over.
everyone's been mindfucked by this week.
and even though i've been pretty much left alone, it's still sucked a lot, this week because everyone around me are like, a step from the grave now.
and speaking of which, whoa been feeling damn bitchy lately.
and i cannot stop myself.
i think it's the lack of sleep but then it's not like i haven't slept or anything.
but i'm damn tired too anyway.
ok we really need to go back to singapore to sort ourselves out.
oh, bad news charlotte, i cannot access your blog.
it's like a sudden death syndrome kinda thing though, so i'm waiting patiently for the resurrection.
god, i've been so prickly lately.
and that's highly abberant as am usually serene and peaceful in the UK.
v unlike in singapore where am epitome of psycho bitch sometimes.
maybe it's cos i'm going back soon and i'm reverting sooner than needed.
whatever, damn tired.
Monday, March 13, 2006
hello j is tired and sleeping and jos and i are visiting her with chocs, but she's still sleeping, so like, i'm blogging.
this was a black monday.
ooh, i want to watch prison break.
and i've changed my mind about tattoos on men.
saw a picture of johnnydepp in all his bare-chested glory, tattoos and all.
mama.
my heart skipped a beat (haha jos) and then proceeded to hyperventilate wildly.
inclement weather driving me mad, cannot wait for return to the sunny motherland for some real warmth unlike the bloody ersatz sunlight here.
yes, do think we all need a break from this depressing place.
have been experiencing all these weird symptoms that am fast becoming a demented hyprochondriac.
think have thyroid problem.
or cancer.
or some malignant tumour that's causing all these havoc to me.
song's distracting me.
this visit is officially futile.
j is still sleeping while jos and i have consumed half the chocolates we bought for j and i'm blogging while jos is reading.
damn, we suck at visiting.
this was a black monday.
ooh, i want to watch prison break.
and i've changed my mind about tattoos on men.
saw a picture of johnnydepp in all his bare-chested glory, tattoos and all.
mama.
my heart skipped a beat (haha jos) and then proceeded to hyperventilate wildly.
inclement weather driving me mad, cannot wait for return to the sunny motherland for some real warmth unlike the bloody ersatz sunlight here.
yes, do think we all need a break from this depressing place.
have been experiencing all these weird symptoms that am fast becoming a demented hyprochondriac.
think have thyroid problem.
or cancer.
or some malignant tumour that's causing all these havoc to me.
song's distracting me.
this visit is officially futile.
j is still sleeping while jos and i have consumed half the chocolates we bought for j and i'm blogging while jos is reading.
damn, we suck at visiting.
Saturday, March 11, 2006
I'M SO FAT OMG ):
anyway, it's so chilly here now and we're going to the london eye later and i'm bored.
so i decided to blog, but like, there's nothing to blog about.
ha ha, i felt so bitchy yesterday.
just kept mocking people and imitating all their irritating habits.
that in addition to below bitch fit about the girl from king's.
oh yeah, xiang abused me yesterday.
beat me up like a beanbag.
when i get a dog, i'm gonna sic it on xiang.
a big black alsatian called Murder to do just that.
anyway, it's so chilly here now and we're going to the london eye later and i'm bored.
so i decided to blog, but like, there's nothing to blog about.
ha ha, i felt so bitchy yesterday.
just kept mocking people and imitating all their irritating habits.
that in addition to below bitch fit about the girl from king's.
oh yeah, xiang abused me yesterday.
beat me up like a beanbag.
when i get a dog, i'm gonna sic it on xiang.
a big black alsatian called Murder to do just that.
look at that act cool cannot make it xiang. tch, friends! kill him, shoot darts at him!
that's faisal and ant at troccedero. bloody cam whores, pose like mad. but it was faisal's 18th so that's understandable. ant is just .. being himself.
oh man, my nail screwed up on me and i had to cut it off. so sadness, and pictures are screwing up my spacing again, so i'm pissed off.
have rekindled love for old old chinese songs which i didn't even know i knew. i like old chinese songs from the early 90s. they just all reek of decadence. and they give all these imageries of immaculately coiffed women with sad, kohl-lined eyes sitting in a smoky cafe sipping red wine and tearing occasionally as they pine for some lost love or something.
dammit. so cold.
Friday, March 10, 2006
yay we went to King's yesterday to check out our fate for the next few years.
wasn't that bad, i suppose.
but then again, wasn't that good either.
and the saddest thing?
the thing i liked most about the whole King's thing wasn't the King's thing but the bridge that linked King's campus No. 1 with King's campus No. 2
okay, i just really liked that bridge.
and walking there even though it was raining and i was dying away from a dull pain which i am hardly afflicted with but which chose to attack me that very moment, this very month.
it's very wide and breezy and it's next to the road and it's over a large body of water (i was going to say sea, but it somehow didn't seem right)
okay, jos has kindly supplied the name of that large body of water.
it's the Thames.
great, now i feel stupid.
anyway, we had a singaporean guide.
let me bitch about her categorically and systematically because she deserves it.
firstly, she was all funny looking.
small - about 150cms maybe (4ft 11in, thereabouts i'm guessing)
small eyes too, but that's typical in chinese girls.
severely damaged hair pulled back in a low ponytail like some medieval nun.
and she had the funny posture and figure of a person who had always been thin and small but has since put on a lot of weight (due to complacency, i bet you. stupid thin singaporean girls, think come to the UK can continue eating so much. well, HAH, you're wrong suckerrr)
ie. still reasonably thin but with a weirdly sticking out tummy and a hunched back because her little frame is finding it hard to support the sudden influx of fats she is introducing to the body.
oh, and did i mention her name is maryann/marianne/merryanne etc etc. ?
what a loser name.
got a serious problem with her attitude, that one.
all abrasive and loser.
like the typical singaporean girl born to a middle-class family maybe gone to a passably good school (we shall not venture to the changky changkat school theory because if she's that loser and she is now in King's and i am most probably going to King's, it will all work out as an indirect insult from me to me) and having this sad, innate need to prove their self-worth and social acceptance by participating in every activity known to mankind (infer: tourguide = student union member = had to join it for recognition = pathetic soul)
and she refused to tell j her jc too, and we therefore had no choice but to infer from her reluctance to freely give information that it mustn't have been too good.
maybe cjc.
but that will bring me back to the fact that if she really was from cjc, then what's the point of me spending 80grand of my parents' money only to end up in the same university as her.
i might as well commit suicide if that was the case, but i digress, let me go back to her.
i cannot stand her stinkin' attitude.
she was rude to j.
i do not like people who are rude to j.
and one point, jos laughed at j's question to her (okay, i know jos has a penchant to laugh at the most inappropriate instances, but this was perfectly understandable)
and the creature just went all antagonized and defensive and went, " what's so funny?"
as if we were laughing at her.
which, we were actually, but not at that exact moment, so that was uncalled for. seriously.
and OH, that accent.
my god, that accent.
where do i even start?
just to aid with your visualisation, think wong lilin in 999 circa. 1996 channel 5. X10
999 = cheesiest police soap opera thing that ever existed and everyone spoke with accents which were odd hybrids of singapore and america. add a dash of china in the mix and we're set.
my lord, just hearing her speak was grating on my nerves.
and i knew that she was from singapore because, god help me, only a singaporean could come up with a crap accent like that.
and it was embarrassing because she originated from the same red dot on the map as me.
oh, and humiliating too as she was so obviously trying to speak like a brit, and believe me honey, 2 years in the UK just isn't going to change your heartlander coffee shop accent much okay?
and because she was small and dressed in black, i lost sight of her so many times.
and she would stand at the front and wave and hop around like a demented sparrow.
for goodness sake, stop embarrassing yourself like that and get yourself a goddamn flag or something.
and there she was, that dimunitive figure, standing in front all of us and shouting, " DON'T CROSS THE ROAD BEFORE I CROSS IT."
okaaaay, mother.
maybe law isn't the best vocation for her.
she could really make it big as a kindergarten teacher.
ugh, i hate her pseudo-accent.
and her irritating attitude.
i bet you she was a teacher's pet.
did i mention that she dissed j and LSE telling j that King's was better?
omg omg!
that's one delusional singaporean.
or a case of extremely sour grapes.
LSE was probably her first choice too .. until she got rejected.
pshaw.
damn she was such an embarrassment.
and what made it worst was that it just seemed so jarringly obvious that she was singaporean because she personified the typical act cool singaporean who secretly idolises the west.
why, oh why didn't i go talk to her.
burning question of the day would've been: "SO, do you actually speak like that normally .. or is that accent a recent acquisition?"
because j said that even when she spoke to j, she spoke with that accent.
and that loser right, she was trying to speak all UK-ish with the people and so obviously sucking at it.
you know how the brits usually forget their 't' in their pronunciations?
so Waterloo sounds like 'Wa'erloo' with a kind of stress on the first syllable.
so little mary singapore goes, ".... waterloo station ...."
pronouncing waterloo normally with the t and all.
and the guy repeats what she says like, "oh yeah, so it's at the wa'erloo station..."
and hey presto!
she goes,"yes, wa'erloo station."
oh, rolls eyes rolls eyes.
so maybe she could carve out a career as Betty the clever, speaking budgerigar too.
and please the T is in the spelling of the word for a reason, just because english originated from this country doesn't make all their dim-witted citizens an authority on the pronunciation of english words.
so to sum it all up, we were laughing at her like mad.
but as i wasn't in that good a mood,
(refer: xiangjun and his insistent demands for his goddamn doughnuts plus cramps and walking all over the place behind maryanne the loser in the rain)
i basically got grouchier than a cranky old english woman with no living company but her eight cats and started going into a massive internal bitch fit.
okay, that i have exhausted myself bitching about mary, i'm starting to wonder what on earth did she actually do to render such detestation.
but it's not like i know her, so i have no obligation to exercise restraint.
and it's not everyday i have such a brilliant chance to bitch non-stop.
ha ha ha ha!
maryann, that crotch.
i hope i meet her again.
ah, and the lecture was a disappointment.
i have doubts about the teaching standards, but what to do what to do.
not smart enough for oxbridge.
anyway, i went home all exhausted and delivered the doughnuts to xiang and collected my keys and then i went home and promptly collasped.
walking big rounds around old bulidings, definitely not my thing.
ill and dizzy too, must be the whole iron deficiency, low blood pressure thing.
oh well, whatever.
nothing a day spent sleeping can't help cure.
though, speaking of which, was bored mindless and lots of love to j and jos for being visitors.
results suck, but have As for law and econs at least.
accounting is just .. $%^&*@#!
nevermind.
i'm off.
wasn't that bad, i suppose.
but then again, wasn't that good either.
and the saddest thing?
the thing i liked most about the whole King's thing wasn't the King's thing but the bridge that linked King's campus No. 1 with King's campus No. 2
okay, i just really liked that bridge.
and walking there even though it was raining and i was dying away from a dull pain which i am hardly afflicted with but which chose to attack me that very moment, this very month.
it's very wide and breezy and it's next to the road and it's over a large body of water (i was going to say sea, but it somehow didn't seem right)
okay, jos has kindly supplied the name of that large body of water.
it's the Thames.
great, now i feel stupid.
anyway, we had a singaporean guide.
let me bitch about her categorically and systematically because she deserves it.
firstly, she was all funny looking.
small - about 150cms maybe (4ft 11in, thereabouts i'm guessing)
small eyes too, but that's typical in chinese girls.
severely damaged hair pulled back in a low ponytail like some medieval nun.
and she had the funny posture and figure of a person who had always been thin and small but has since put on a lot of weight (due to complacency, i bet you. stupid thin singaporean girls, think come to the UK can continue eating so much. well, HAH, you're wrong suckerrr)
ie. still reasonably thin but with a weirdly sticking out tummy and a hunched back because her little frame is finding it hard to support the sudden influx of fats she is introducing to the body.
oh, and did i mention her name is maryann/marianne/merryanne etc etc. ?
what a loser name.
got a serious problem with her attitude, that one.
all abrasive and loser.
like the typical singaporean girl born to a middle-class family maybe gone to a passably good school (we shall not venture to the changky changkat school theory because if she's that loser and she is now in King's and i am most probably going to King's, it will all work out as an indirect insult from me to me) and having this sad, innate need to prove their self-worth and social acceptance by participating in every activity known to mankind (infer: tourguide = student union member = had to join it for recognition = pathetic soul)
and she refused to tell j her jc too, and we therefore had no choice but to infer from her reluctance to freely give information that it mustn't have been too good.
maybe cjc.
but that will bring me back to the fact that if she really was from cjc, then what's the point of me spending 80grand of my parents' money only to end up in the same university as her.
i might as well commit suicide if that was the case, but i digress, let me go back to her.
i cannot stand her stinkin' attitude.
she was rude to j.
i do not like people who are rude to j.
and one point, jos laughed at j's question to her (okay, i know jos has a penchant to laugh at the most inappropriate instances, but this was perfectly understandable)
and the creature just went all antagonized and defensive and went, " what's so funny?"
as if we were laughing at her.
which, we were actually, but not at that exact moment, so that was uncalled for. seriously.
and OH, that accent.
my god, that accent.
where do i even start?
just to aid with your visualisation, think wong lilin in 999 circa. 1996 channel 5. X10
999 = cheesiest police soap opera thing that ever existed and everyone spoke with accents which were odd hybrids of singapore and america. add a dash of china in the mix and we're set.
my lord, just hearing her speak was grating on my nerves.
and i knew that she was from singapore because, god help me, only a singaporean could come up with a crap accent like that.
and it was embarrassing because she originated from the same red dot on the map as me.
oh, and humiliating too as she was so obviously trying to speak like a brit, and believe me honey, 2 years in the UK just isn't going to change your heartlander coffee shop accent much okay?
and because she was small and dressed in black, i lost sight of her so many times.
and she would stand at the front and wave and hop around like a demented sparrow.
for goodness sake, stop embarrassing yourself like that and get yourself a goddamn flag or something.
and there she was, that dimunitive figure, standing in front all of us and shouting, " DON'T CROSS THE ROAD BEFORE I CROSS IT."
okaaaay, mother.
maybe law isn't the best vocation for her.
she could really make it big as a kindergarten teacher.
ugh, i hate her pseudo-accent.
and her irritating attitude.
i bet you she was a teacher's pet.
did i mention that she dissed j and LSE telling j that King's was better?
omg omg!
that's one delusional singaporean.
or a case of extremely sour grapes.
LSE was probably her first choice too .. until she got rejected.
pshaw.
damn she was such an embarrassment.
and what made it worst was that it just seemed so jarringly obvious that she was singaporean because she personified the typical act cool singaporean who secretly idolises the west.
why, oh why didn't i go talk to her.
burning question of the day would've been: "SO, do you actually speak like that normally .. or is that accent a recent acquisition?"
because j said that even when she spoke to j, she spoke with that accent.
and that loser right, she was trying to speak all UK-ish with the people and so obviously sucking at it.
you know how the brits usually forget their 't' in their pronunciations?
so Waterloo sounds like 'Wa'erloo' with a kind of stress on the first syllable.
so little mary singapore goes, ".... waterloo station ...."
pronouncing waterloo normally with the t and all.
and the guy repeats what she says like, "oh yeah, so it's at the wa'erloo station..."
and hey presto!
she goes,"yes, wa'erloo station."
oh, rolls eyes rolls eyes.
so maybe she could carve out a career as Betty the clever, speaking budgerigar too.
and please the T is in the spelling of the word for a reason, just because english originated from this country doesn't make all their dim-witted citizens an authority on the pronunciation of english words.
so to sum it all up, we were laughing at her like mad.
but as i wasn't in that good a mood,
(refer: xiangjun and his insistent demands for his goddamn doughnuts plus cramps and walking all over the place behind maryanne the loser in the rain)
i basically got grouchier than a cranky old english woman with no living company but her eight cats and started going into a massive internal bitch fit.
okay, that i have exhausted myself bitching about mary, i'm starting to wonder what on earth did she actually do to render such detestation.
but it's not like i know her, so i have no obligation to exercise restraint.
and it's not everyday i have such a brilliant chance to bitch non-stop.
ha ha ha ha!
maryann, that crotch.
i hope i meet her again.
ah, and the lecture was a disappointment.
i have doubts about the teaching standards, but what to do what to do.
not smart enough for oxbridge.
anyway, i went home all exhausted and delivered the doughnuts to xiang and collected my keys and then i went home and promptly collasped.
walking big rounds around old bulidings, definitely not my thing.
ill and dizzy too, must be the whole iron deficiency, low blood pressure thing.
oh well, whatever.
nothing a day spent sleeping can't help cure.
though, speaking of which, was bored mindless and lots of love to j and jos for being visitors.
results suck, but have As for law and econs at least.
accounting is just .. $%^&*@#!
nevermind.
i'm off.
Tuesday, March 07, 2006
joystick and mousepad!
i'm all by myself again in the comp lab.
and i tried to read revelations but i gave up at 2:12 because angels and golden lamps are totally not my thing and that one time reading the whole bible was enough to last me a lifetime.
but okay, am going to read again later so that i can experience a revelation.
or revelations, like max always gets.
oh damn, why didn't i bring a bible with me?
ha ha, my mother would be so proud.
but oh, don't get me wrong.
still am very much agnostic.
anyway! away from the heavy stuff.
i wrote this the one day we were studying for the exams. my everlasting obsession with names. i'm quite sure it's a by-product of me having such a short and non-pretty name. ha ha. and look! i remember clare's names. am i good or what? oh and to clare when (or, if) you see this, i think i love you more than you love me.
oh ha ha, let me look for random photos to post again!
damn cute right, this starbucks? it's like all queen amidala (i forgot the name of her pretty little world)
the streets of london. quite pretty actually, with all the old buildings. but the people are bloody treacherous and there's so much noise and pollution
okay, im late for class damn
Monday, March 06, 2006
had a fucked up dream.
aikes ):
and i'm damned bored now because everybody else has lessons and j is at the hospital and faisal is eating with her.
grarrr.
and i totally have nothing to say man.
and i can't post pictures either because it's like not j's comp.
oh wait, let me see what this comp has.
aikes ):
and i'm damned bored now because everybody else has lessons and j is at the hospital and faisal is eating with her.
grarrr.
and i totally have nothing to say man.
and i can't post pictures either because it's like not j's comp.
oh wait, let me see what this comp has.
wow hey! i actually know these people. ha ha, this is seriously random and i'm on some random school comp and i cannot believe i found a picture of j geoff and kenta. and it's like the only picture. amazing.
oh giggles, so fun, and i love posting pictures and even though clare laughs at me for being so slow, i still find it damn cool that i'm putting pictures. ha ha ha. i know. loser. and i really don't like how i'm typing in paragraphs, but the picture just fucked up the whole thing so my typing's all spaced so i have no choice but to type in paragraphs. i ramble so much, it's not funny.
i wonder what other pictures they have.
okay, no more on this lousy comp. let me search friendster for something interesting.
wo de zui ai chanty who is in uni and still acting like a stnicks paikia. how fortunate she is. i miss the old days, i do. and i wish i was in uni too. and thinking of clare at any length of time makes me all emo and nostalgic. it's very pathetic. when shall we meet again, (in thunder, lightning or in rain?) okay see, i'm getting all choked up and emo already. gah.
i would look for more pictures, but i just cannot be bothered as of yet. i need my own laptop and my camera with me and someone to teach me how to upload pictures. and i'm all set. ha ha, i've finally caught up with the 21st century.
damn, why does just one picture fuck up the whole thing?
Saturday, March 04, 2006
hello charlotte, this is for you.
we'd planned a longer one actually, but stingy blogger only allowed 10 pictures in one post and i really need to run down to the pub now with j to meet jos for a good cheap traditional english breakfast.
somemore another day. maybe.
cheers! :D
this is CTC, my sad little school.
yes, that really is the whole entity of the school.
approximate size = St Nicholas Girls' School Canteen.
this is wanjing lee.
she coordinates my life.
ie. without her, my life goes into a standstill.
indeed, she is going to keep my passport for me so that when we go back home, she deals with everything for me.
ha ha, surrogate mother (:
obviously she was from st nicks (view school crest on pe tshirt)
she's gushing about a computer part :D
non-stop, i tell you. non-stop.
that's what we call smitten.
friend two is josephine iezu costan.
this picture is symbolic, because it shows how ridiculous jos is.
all the time.
laughs like a braying donkey, and acts possessed when high.
damn scary, and she bites people because she views that as a sign of love.
these rich indonesians .. ha ha.
xiang jun tan.
don't know what else to say.
the comp is screwing!
look at my spaced lines.
this is symbolic too.
because everything that goes wrong in my life is his fault.
Mr Tan is a bloody freeloader and he's damn immature, damned superficial and damned bitchy. but adore him muchly anyway. anws, the picture is damn nice right? his hair looks damn good there, and i'm very displeased now because his hair is so shaggy he looks like an old english sheepdog and it's damn sad because he's usually such a chiobu.
in summary, meet my favourite bitch. (after clare, of course)
sanny harlie, my favourite classmate in law and my saviour for accounting. and it's so sad cos we used to have all these free periods together and we can talk so much about so many things and now whenever i want to tell her something, the time lag gets too long i bloody forget what i told her and what i didn't. damn.
max wu. future boss of Superbowl (i don't know what that is, but it sounds like money. lots of money) and i'm totally getting the whol legal thingy thingy to it because he promised it to me. oh, moolah :D
but do not be intimidated as max is just like any other friendly neighbourhood ah beng in Far East.
and he might look like an ordinary garden gnome, but trust me on this friends, he's actually a very experienced garden gnome.
booze, joints, birds, bees ... he's done them all.
well damn me, looks really do deceive, don't they? ha ha.
anthony tan is a nerd
he studies like the world is going to end and he's a damned cam whore, posing away like a lunatic all the time. my study conscience is he. very useful in the hours before a government or law exam when being in the same room as people like jos will render me giggling nervously and not revising.
and yes, i know he looks indian. but his surname is really tan. it's very weird, i know. but then again, the whole of the UK is weird. so i guess that explains it.
siddartha premkumar the classic indian conman.
it is he who taught x the way to freeload off others, and yes he's that indian wife-beater i'm talking about always.
classic example also of how any guy can get any girl as long as he's got it going on.
oh and ha ha, face of a terrorist, hands of a lady. look at those dainty paws of his! you wouldn't believe your eyes.
abdul aziz rajah baba
also known as kopi kosong (or for non malay speakers, black coffee with no milk)
okay, no. his name is faisal. abdul aziz is his father, rajah baba is a figment of j's imagination and kopi kosong is what i say to piss him off.
he wants to marry a chinese girl. friends, beware.
but okay he's quite nice la, and speaking of which, his 18th birthday celebs today! (:
we'd planned a longer one actually, but stingy blogger only allowed 10 pictures in one post and i really need to run down to the pub now with j to meet jos for a good cheap traditional english breakfast.
somemore another day. maybe.
cheers! :D
this is CTC, my sad little school.yes, that really is the whole entity of the school.
approximate size = St Nicholas Girls' School Canteen.
this is wanjing lee.
she coordinates my life.
ie. without her, my life goes into a standstill.
indeed, she is going to keep my passport for me so that when we go back home, she deals with everything for me.
ha ha, surrogate mother (:
obviously she was from st nicks (view school crest on pe tshirt)
she's gushing about a computer part :D
non-stop, i tell you. non-stop.
that's what we call smitten.
friend two is josephine iezu costan.
this picture is symbolic, because it shows how ridiculous jos is.
all the time.
laughs like a braying donkey, and acts possessed when high.
damn scary, and she bites people because she views that as a sign of love.
these rich indonesians .. ha ha.
xiang jun tan.
don't know what else to say.
the comp is screwing!
look at my spaced lines.
this is symbolic too.
because everything that goes wrong in my life is his fault.
Mr Tan is a bloody freeloader and he's damn immature, damned superficial and damned bitchy. but adore him muchly anyway. anws, the picture is damn nice right? his hair looks damn good there, and i'm very displeased now because his hair is so shaggy he looks like an old english sheepdog and it's damn sad because he's usually such a chiobu.
in summary, meet my favourite bitch. (after clare, of course)
sanny harlie, my favourite classmate in law and my saviour for accounting. and it's so sad cos we used to have all these free periods together and we can talk so much about so many things and now whenever i want to tell her something, the time lag gets too long i bloody forget what i told her and what i didn't. damn.
max wu. future boss of Superbowl (i don't know what that is, but it sounds like money. lots of money) and i'm totally getting the whol legal thingy thingy to it because he promised it to me. oh, moolah :D
but do not be intimidated as max is just like any other friendly neighbourhood ah beng in Far East.
and he might look like an ordinary garden gnome, but trust me on this friends, he's actually a very experienced garden gnome.
booze, joints, birds, bees ... he's done them all.
well damn me, looks really do deceive, don't they? ha ha.
anthony tan is a nerd
he studies like the world is going to end and he's a damned cam whore, posing away like a lunatic all the time. my study conscience is he. very useful in the hours before a government or law exam when being in the same room as people like jos will render me giggling nervously and not revising.
and yes, i know he looks indian. but his surname is really tan. it's very weird, i know. but then again, the whole of the UK is weird. so i guess that explains it.
siddartha premkumar the classic indian conman.
it is he who taught x the way to freeload off others, and yes he's that indian wife-beater i'm talking about always.
classic example also of how any guy can get any girl as long as he's got it going on.
oh and ha ha, face of a terrorist, hands of a lady. look at those dainty paws of his! you wouldn't believe your eyes.
abdul aziz rajah baba
also known as kopi kosong (or for non malay speakers, black coffee with no milk)
okay, no. his name is faisal. abdul aziz is his father, rajah baba is a figment of j's imagination and kopi kosong is what i say to piss him off.
he wants to marry a chinese girl. friends, beware.
but okay he's quite nice la, and speaking of which, his 18th birthday celebs today! (:
my law class with cool Mr Norman.
with the kopi friend on the way to brighton last oct.
i just like this picture because my hair looks so tame and faisal looks extra black and i know that comment is gonna piss him off so bad.
my friends like to gay around.
in duos, in threesomes, by their own .. you name it. very damn gay.
Friday, March 03, 2006
oh my mother, those girls are so noisy.
ha ha, okay charlt update coming up soon as i have free time.
today, have to help faisal move house.
my life is mundane and sad, and my results are scaring me.
mm, i must learn how to post pictures.
note to self: get j to teach me.
ha ha sid is a scary indian wife-beater when he's drunk.
and he has this damn hot ex rg cheer girlfriend.
aiyo.
i don't even know why i came to blog, actually.
ha ha, okay charlt update coming up soon as i have free time.
today, have to help faisal move house.
my life is mundane and sad, and my results are scaring me.
mm, i must learn how to post pictures.
note to self: get j to teach me.
ha ha sid is a scary indian wife-beater when he's drunk.
and he has this damn hot ex rg cheer girlfriend.
aiyo.
i don't even know why i came to blog, actually.
Thursday, March 02, 2006
oh damn, wish i knew someone who took the A levels.
results are always so fun when they're not yours.
omg, charlotte how come you don't know!
sanny needs to me here now.
i tried doing my acc homework, wrote two lines and promptly gave up.
got govt test too.
chan is a happy camper now.
new house, new number, uni.
god, am envious.
here i am, freezing in the UK (temp approx -1 deg)
no house of my own.
no new number.
and i don't even know if i can go to uni.
if i don't meet my King's offer, lee = meat.
oh oh! j got LSE offer.
cool shit right?
i bet everyone wishes they were her.
for the uninformed, LSE is right after Oxbridge in ranking.
v v cool.
way cooler than King's.
but King's is quite cool too.
so lee ain't such a failure.
yet.
okay, will get off in 5 to study for govt.
back to motherland in 27 days!
friends, behold my arrival :D
and we're gonna go to maximiser's mansion to thrash it.
the guy's too bleedin' rich.
oh, but he's damn nice and he lets all of us come.
he even let us bring our siblings.
aiyo, where's sanny la?
):
3 glorious weeks, oh i can feel it already.
and charlotte, damn!
what 'what potatoes?'
damn we need to talk.
really bad.
sanny harlie, where you?
where??
blogging is such a waste of time.
but charlotte should blog more.
results are always so fun when they're not yours.
omg, charlotte how come you don't know!
sanny needs to me here now.
i tried doing my acc homework, wrote two lines and promptly gave up.
got govt test too.
chan is a happy camper now.
new house, new number, uni.
god, am envious.
here i am, freezing in the UK (temp approx -1 deg)
no house of my own.
no new number.
and i don't even know if i can go to uni.
if i don't meet my King's offer, lee = meat.
oh oh! j got LSE offer.
cool shit right?
i bet everyone wishes they were her.
for the uninformed, LSE is right after Oxbridge in ranking.
v v cool.
way cooler than King's.
but King's is quite cool too.
so lee ain't such a failure.
yet.
okay, will get off in 5 to study for govt.
back to motherland in 27 days!
friends, behold my arrival :D
and we're gonna go to maximiser's mansion to thrash it.
the guy's too bleedin' rich.
oh, but he's damn nice and he lets all of us come.
he even let us bring our siblings.
aiyo, where's sanny la?
):
3 glorious weeks, oh i can feel it already.
and charlotte, damn!
what 'what potatoes?'
damn we need to talk.
really bad.
sanny harlie, where you?
where??
blogging is such a waste of time.
but charlotte should blog more.