i do not like it when other people are scamming on my man.
RARR !
have decided to boycott KFC because they kill chickens in creative little ways that i do not want to know about.
i want to die.
life sucks.
):
RARR !
have decided to boycott KFC because they kill chickens in creative little ways that i do not want to know about.
i want to die.
life sucks.
):
Saturday, May 27, 2006
we just watched 10 Things I Hate About You.
(found it in blockbuster and hopped on the spot for 5 minutes in excitement)
Heath Ledger is perfection.
ah, feel so soppy and happy now.
i waaaaaaant a man!
:D
okay, kidding.
that's one of the few shows around that i can watch over and over again.
(:
i foresee this entry being overrun by smileys.
now, watching it after 4 years, i suddenly realised that many of the silly things in it actually had some impact in my life.
i blame it on my (or mine? i suffer from erratic tenses, it makes me sad) being a highly impressionable sec1 kid.
but it's not that bad because Kat is some coolshit psycho bitch and i like her very much.
and i had such a brilliant 'awhh' impression of paintballing... then J broke her arm paintballing.
so ... hmm.
whatever.
i like Heath Ledger!
very much!
(:
oh ha ha, i must blog about this.
the other day, J Jos and i were walking to my bus stop.
they were being their usual gay selves, touching and holding hands and whatnot.
so i stood behind them observing silently (as always) and keeping a safe, respectful distance between us.
and all was normal until this indian man walked in front of J and Jos from the opposite direction.
he was about 40, holding a bag of groceries with two french loaves peeking out of his bag, no less.
and you know what he did?
that crazy mama stood right smack in front of them two, looked them both straight in the eye and clasped his hands together to mime sleeping.
at this point i was weirdly fascinated by the french loaves and how they were happily bobbing along in the plastic bag that wasn't really looking at him.
but then, slowly and precisely, he said this:
"SLEEP."
and then he went on his way.
i was bemused, to say the least.
but i was even more amazed when Josephine turned around (normal 100-watt happy smile still on face) and said loudly, "FARKERR!"
yes, i know.
such a huhh moment.
but then i realised belatedly what had happened.
the man saw J with her famous permanent scary eye-bagged dead eyes and was expounding some wisdom of the ages to her.
peculiar way to do it, if i may say so.
this country is full of freaks.
awwwright, i am gonna have to go into full-swing studying from tomorrow because if i don't make it to King's, i am the world's biggest loser and i might as well close down my blog because it will signify my demotion to the lowest rung of the food-chain and as i have full respect for the hierarchies of life, it will mean that i can no longer publish nasty comments about other people because they are better than me and i have no right.
man, that was a long sentence.
and i know bitching is passe, but then again, i always did like retro stuff.
bite me.
i have this new theory that i am still so obsessed with Foolish Games by Jewel after so many years because i have always been secretly in love with the man described in the song.
except for the fact that he is a smoker.
but as that kinda ups the cool factor of him in the song, and i'm unlikely to meet him, i will forgive that.
ah, Heath Ledger so sexy.
like, tell me.
how many men can be sexy either straight or gay?
that's a talented man, i tell you.
ha ha ha!
"ima show you how to make your man sing."
(:
(found it in blockbuster and hopped on the spot for 5 minutes in excitement)
Heath Ledger is perfection.
ah, feel so soppy and happy now.
i waaaaaaant a man!
:D
okay, kidding.
that's one of the few shows around that i can watch over and over again.
(:
i foresee this entry being overrun by smileys.
now, watching it after 4 years, i suddenly realised that many of the silly things in it actually had some impact in my life.
i blame it on my (or mine? i suffer from erratic tenses, it makes me sad) being a highly impressionable sec1 kid.
but it's not that bad because Kat is some coolshit psycho bitch and i like her very much.
and i had such a brilliant 'awhh' impression of paintballing... then J broke her arm paintballing.
so ... hmm.
whatever.
i like Heath Ledger!
very much!
(:
oh ha ha, i must blog about this.
the other day, J Jos and i were walking to my bus stop.
they were being their usual gay selves, touching and holding hands and whatnot.
so i stood behind them observing silently (as always) and keeping a safe, respectful distance between us.
and all was normal until this indian man walked in front of J and Jos from the opposite direction.
he was about 40, holding a bag of groceries with two french loaves peeking out of his bag, no less.
and you know what he did?
that crazy mama stood right smack in front of them two, looked them both straight in the eye and clasped his hands together to mime sleeping.
at this point i was weirdly fascinated by the french loaves and how they were happily bobbing along in the plastic bag that wasn't really looking at him.
but then, slowly and precisely, he said this:
"SLEEP."
and then he went on his way.
i was bemused, to say the least.
but i was even more amazed when Josephine turned around (normal 100-watt happy smile still on face) and said loudly, "FARKERR!"
yes, i know.
such a huhh moment.
but then i realised belatedly what had happened.
the man saw J with her famous permanent scary eye-bagged dead eyes and was expounding some wisdom of the ages to her.
peculiar way to do it, if i may say so.
this country is full of freaks.
awwwright, i am gonna have to go into full-swing studying from tomorrow because if i don't make it to King's, i am the world's biggest loser and i might as well close down my blog because it will signify my demotion to the lowest rung of the food-chain and as i have full respect for the hierarchies of life, it will mean that i can no longer publish nasty comments about other people because they are better than me and i have no right.
man, that was a long sentence.
and i know bitching is passe, but then again, i always did like retro stuff.
bite me.
i have this new theory that i am still so obsessed with Foolish Games by Jewel after so many years because i have always been secretly in love with the man described in the song.
except for the fact that he is a smoker.
but as that kinda ups the cool factor of him in the song, and i'm unlikely to meet him, i will forgive that.
ah, Heath Ledger so sexy.
like, tell me.
how many men can be sexy either straight or gay?
that's a talented man, i tell you.
ha ha ha!
"ima show you how to make your man sing."
(:
Thursday, May 25, 2006
school's such a bitchy little place nowadays that i simply have to blog about it.
usually am not so privy to such happy tidbits, but there are so many little birds flying around singing in our ears that we now know quite a lot.
(:
where shall we start?
J suggests that we start with men.
and before J goes on her usual tirade about how all men are scum, we will focus it on JB men.
(ps: with one exception. the J exception.....okay, JoelCheng. heh, because we give J face la)
ha ha ha, whatever la.
i'll come straight to the point.
this guy Justin, we shall first describe him.
one line: a stature more dimunitive than his imagined libido.
in other words, he's a short fucker.
J says this,"No, you know what. We shouldn't attack his height. It's not his fault."
yeah, whatever.
and just as a point of interest, this is the same guy who christened J Jos and I the 'lesbian gang', (which pissed me off greatly, not because he called us lesbians, but because he obviously used it in a derogatory sense and what the hell is wrong with being gay, tell me.)
and then went on to make proud (and very wrong) proclamations that J and i fancy him.
puh-lease.
though J and i found it very amusing for a start and had actually planned to play up to that delusion of his, but one glance at his midget silhouette just killed it all.
no, we cannot even pretend to like a guy that short.
it is wrong, and against our principles.
OH, and might i point out also that his statements were contradictory because how can lesbians like a male, unless of course he was under the impression that maybe his vertically challenged state technically qualified him as female.
oh wait,no jabs about his height. i forgot.
and he speaks funny, btw.
i would like to attribute that to the place he orignates from, except i've heard other JB-ians speak in a perfectly respectable way.
JB is, by the way, a terrible place.
and i've only been there once even though i stay only a causeway and a part of the garden city away.
and they have mud piles in front of their banks, a sight i will never forget.
the bank was almost engulfed in the filth, i don't even know how my mother knew it was there.
must be woman's instinct.
i digress.
i'm leading up to what has happened except both J and i agree that it implicates too many people- and underage girls who will not be named.
therefore, i will tread carefully and practise some form of discretion.
and to illustrate what has transpired, we will hear it from the man himself!
here's what the infamous Friendster bulletin says:
okay, tell me he is an exhibitionist.
and doesn't this just sing of his guilty conscience?
i mean, tell me.
who the bloody hell goes on bloody friendster to broadcast something like that?
surely only someone who wants to do some indoctrinating of minds (of which, i sadly concur, many have fallen prey to)
the guy is a clever one, i give him that.
when it comes to lies, he is an artiste.
and here, another person comes in. (Clare, you know this person)
his greatest ally, and also the greatest recipient of his wide array of half-truths.
and the poor creature, she believes him.
J is outraged at her gullibility and her complete lack of self-respect.
how do we even begin to describe their relationship...
there are so many conflicting reports, so many inconsistencies, and yet so much damning evidence that i can only expressly conclude that Justin is a lying, cheating bastard.
did i mention also, that these two were heard bitching about us in general.
or rather, the conversation consisted of them saying that J and i were arrogant, obnoxious cows from StNicks and how SN girls were all like that.
and ACS(i) too (ie. Sid is also a swaggering prick)
well, you know, at least we came from schools that we can be proud of.
which is more than i can say for you... Manjusri Secondary School. (said in highly disdainful tones. you want obnoxious? let me show you obnoxious, loserr)
oh, and they made an exception of Hilary, saying she's not like us typical SN people- ie. not proud.
but i give them that too, because much as i would refuse to admit, she really is a quiet, mousy creature who doesn't antagonize. much.
okay, fine.
she is a decent human being.
(who happened to irritate us. please note usage of past tense)
okay let's hear what J has to say.
this was supposed to be a joint venture, but so far, it has been a one-man show.
J says that "Okay lah, he is actually being quite nice... But in a hypocritical sense, because he bitches behind our backs."
to give him credit, yes he did give J immense help when the rest of us overindulged and Jos was being completely uncontrollable.
but therein lies the crux of the problem.
see, he just changes like the fucking inclement english weather.
and god, i detest such people.
and we say no more until there is more concrete evidence.
a merry g'night to ya'll from us.
(:
(i better fucking pass my accounting and not retain in this school because the way things are going, if i stay in this school one more year without my good, trustworthy friends, i'll have to be scraped off the carpark floor at the end of the year. hah)
usually am not so privy to such happy tidbits, but there are so many little birds flying around singing in our ears that we now know quite a lot.
(:
where shall we start?
J suggests that we start with men.
and before J goes on her usual tirade about how all men are scum, we will focus it on JB men.
(ps: with one exception. the J exception.....okay, JoelCheng. heh, because we give J face la)
ha ha ha, whatever la.
i'll come straight to the point.
this guy Justin, we shall first describe him.
one line: a stature more dimunitive than his imagined libido.
in other words, he's a short fucker.
J says this,"No, you know what. We shouldn't attack his height. It's not his fault."
yeah, whatever.
and just as a point of interest, this is the same guy who christened J Jos and I the 'lesbian gang', (which pissed me off greatly, not because he called us lesbians, but because he obviously used it in a derogatory sense and what the hell is wrong with being gay, tell me.)
and then went on to make proud (and very wrong) proclamations that J and i fancy him.
puh-lease.
though J and i found it very amusing for a start and had actually planned to play up to that delusion of his, but one glance at his midget silhouette just killed it all.
no, we cannot even pretend to like a guy that short.
it is wrong, and against our principles.
OH, and might i point out also that his statements were contradictory because how can lesbians like a male, unless of course he was under the impression that maybe his vertically challenged state technically qualified him as female.
oh wait,no jabs about his height. i forgot.
and he speaks funny, btw.
i would like to attribute that to the place he orignates from, except i've heard other JB-ians speak in a perfectly respectable way.
JB is, by the way, a terrible place.
and i've only been there once even though i stay only a causeway and a part of the garden city away.
and they have mud piles in front of their banks, a sight i will never forget.
the bank was almost engulfed in the filth, i don't even know how my mother knew it was there.
must be woman's instinct.
i digress.
i'm leading up to what has happened except both J and i agree that it implicates too many people- and underage girls who will not be named.
therefore, i will tread carefully and practise some form of discretion.
and to illustrate what has transpired, we will hear it from the man himself!
here's what the infamous Friendster bulletin says:
"Subject: | being accused of stealing some one's gf?? |
| Message: | hey anyone out there thinks i am interested in an As gal in CTC?? i find that so ridiculous and so uncalled for!!!! trying to kiss her in at the bus stop? dun be silly, i have my own one!!!!! and pls stop trying to lie to ur bf!!!!! u silly as gal!!!!!" |
and doesn't this just sing of his guilty conscience?
i mean, tell me.
who the bloody hell goes on bloody friendster to broadcast something like that?
surely only someone who wants to do some indoctrinating of minds (of which, i sadly concur, many have fallen prey to)
the guy is a clever one, i give him that.
when it comes to lies, he is an artiste.
and here, another person comes in. (Clare, you know this person)
his greatest ally, and also the greatest recipient of his wide array of half-truths.
and the poor creature, she believes him.
J is outraged at her gullibility and her complete lack of self-respect.
how do we even begin to describe their relationship...
there are so many conflicting reports, so many inconsistencies, and yet so much damning evidence that i can only expressly conclude that Justin is a lying, cheating bastard.
did i mention also, that these two were heard bitching about us in general.
or rather, the conversation consisted of them saying that J and i were arrogant, obnoxious cows from StNicks and how SN girls were all like that.
and ACS(i) too (ie. Sid is also a swaggering prick)
well, you know, at least we came from schools that we can be proud of.
which is more than i can say for you... Manjusri Secondary School. (said in highly disdainful tones. you want obnoxious? let me show you obnoxious, loserr)
oh, and they made an exception of Hilary, saying she's not like us typical SN people- ie. not proud.
but i give them that too, because much as i would refuse to admit, she really is a quiet, mousy creature who doesn't antagonize. much.
okay, fine.
she is a decent human being.
(who happened to irritate us. please note usage of past tense)
okay let's hear what J has to say.
this was supposed to be a joint venture, but so far, it has been a one-man show.
J says that "Okay lah, he is actually being quite nice... But in a hypocritical sense, because he bitches behind our backs."
to give him credit, yes he did give J immense help when the rest of us overindulged and Jos was being completely uncontrollable.
but therein lies the crux of the problem.
see, he just changes like the fucking inclement english weather.
and god, i detest such people.
and we say no more until there is more concrete evidence.
a merry g'night to ya'll from us.
(:
(i better fucking pass my accounting and not retain in this school because the way things are going, if i stay in this school one more year without my good, trustworthy friends, i'll have to be scraped off the carpark floor at the end of the year. hah)
Wednesday, May 24, 2006
chinese boys are so bitchy.
i mean the ones from China.
urk.
yesterday, Azura and I stayed back for extra accounting, and there were two chinese boys in the class.
bloody academically obsessed flat faced freaks
):
they were bitching about us like mad.
saying we were damn noisy and crashing their class and all.
grr.
and how did i know?
they were speaking in mandarin.
mumbling it the way i mumble f-language to my sister or the friends when i'm bitching about someone right in front of me.
right.
why do these chinese people persist in thinking that singaporeans do not know mandarin chinese?
the Americans think Singapore is a part of China.
and Chinese people think we can't understand mandarin chinese.
i feel so misunderstood.
but anyway, i decided to let those boys luxuriate in the false safety they get from thinking they can bitch about us in mandarin because then i can secretly listen to more stuff.
tell me i'm the sneaky one.
(:
went for xiang's accounting class in the morning.
it was way cooler than the chinese boys class.
namely because xiang is almost as stupid as me, and i didn't have to suffer from the extreme inferiority complex i have come to expect when going for accounting classes without Sanny.
(:
xiang = way cool.
ha ha.
talked to Clare last night.
definitely going over to Oz because it's been looooooong.
:D
i love Clare.
OMG and the other day, i bit xiang's finger.
(collective yuck, everyone)
he was being irritating and supercilious, talking away.
and then the clincher.
he wagged his finger in front of my face.
i know right. GRR.
so i mimed a bite to warn him away.
and the moron gave me a 'YOU DON'T DARE' look.
so i gave back a 'COME TRY ME' look.
this is sick,
but i went all dramatic AHHHH, mouth open wide.
and the rat jabbed his finger into my mouth to dare me.
and i took a big chomp.
but at the last minute, he obviously pussied out.
so he jerked it back.
except my teeth already connected with his skin.
so there was this great scraping against skin creak-creak, chomp-chomp moment.
i knowwwww -wails.
so sick, man.
i'm still recovering from it.
and he didn't help matters.
"Ohmygod! You have my skin residue on your teeth now!" said he.
fuck you la.
>:(
i mean the ones from China.
urk.
yesterday, Azura and I stayed back for extra accounting, and there were two chinese boys in the class.
bloody academically obsessed flat faced freaks
):
they were bitching about us like mad.
saying we were damn noisy and crashing their class and all.
grr.
and how did i know?
they were speaking in mandarin.
mumbling it the way i mumble f-language to my sister or the friends when i'm bitching about someone right in front of me.
right.
why do these chinese people persist in thinking that singaporeans do not know mandarin chinese?
the Americans think Singapore is a part of China.
and Chinese people think we can't understand mandarin chinese.
i feel so misunderstood.
but anyway, i decided to let those boys luxuriate in the false safety they get from thinking they can bitch about us in mandarin because then i can secretly listen to more stuff.
tell me i'm the sneaky one.
(:
went for xiang's accounting class in the morning.
it was way cooler than the chinese boys class.
namely because xiang is almost as stupid as me, and i didn't have to suffer from the extreme inferiority complex i have come to expect when going for accounting classes without Sanny.
(:
xiang = way cool.
ha ha.
talked to Clare last night.
definitely going over to Oz because it's been looooooong.
:D
i love Clare.
OMG and the other day, i bit xiang's finger.
(collective yuck, everyone)
he was being irritating and supercilious, talking away.
and then the clincher.
he wagged his finger in front of my face.
i know right. GRR.
so i mimed a bite to warn him away.
and the moron gave me a 'YOU DON'T DARE' look.
so i gave back a 'COME TRY ME' look.
this is sick,
but i went all dramatic AHHHH, mouth open wide.
and the rat jabbed his finger into my mouth to dare me.
and i took a big chomp.
but at the last minute, he obviously pussied out.
so he jerked it back.
except my teeth already connected with his skin.
so there was this great scraping against skin creak-creak, chomp-chomp moment.
i knowwwww -wails.
so sick, man.
i'm still recovering from it.
and he didn't help matters.
"Ohmygod! You have my skin residue on your teeth now!" said he.
fuck you la.
>:(
Tuesday, May 23, 2006
i cannot find clare and she is daoing me.
):
omg omg omg.
WHERE ARE YOU CHANTY, WHERE?!
):
omg omg omg.
WHERE ARE YOU CHANTY, WHERE?!
an inch from death, i am.
and i don't even dare to confess to my mom for she will only hasten my death.
):
anywayy, read the bible on sunday.
Jesus Christ is a very cool guy.
i like him very much.
had the worst worst dream EVER, and i'm still recuperating from it.
god, if i ever have to feel such grief again, i'd rather die.
(and by grief i mean the crouched in one corner wracked with dry sobs, too distraught to even think about doing anything else)
chan wai man, you hear this loud and clear.
you do not go out alone at night.
and you do not venture into godforsaken areas by yourself, at anytime of the day.
methinks lovely bones has gotten into my head, that sick book.
:
it is morning, and too soon since i was woken up from my traumatizing nightmare, and am still recovering.
not a happy day today.
no.
and i don't even dare to confess to my mom for she will only hasten my death.
):
anywayy, read the bible on sunday.
Jesus Christ is a very cool guy.
i like him very much.
had the worst worst dream EVER, and i'm still recuperating from it.
god, if i ever have to feel such grief again, i'd rather die.
(and by grief i mean the crouched in one corner wracked with dry sobs, too distraught to even think about doing anything else)
chan wai man, you hear this loud and clear.
you do not go out alone at night.
and you do not venture into godforsaken areas by yourself, at anytime of the day.
methinks lovely bones has gotten into my head, that sick book.
:
it is morning, and too soon since i was woken up from my traumatizing nightmare, and am still recovering.
not a happy day today.
no.
Saturday, May 20, 2006
on friday, it was:
ha ha, yeaaaaaaah.
:D
so we met up early at 7 for some pre-college high-class, over-priced caffeine.
imagine us, two StNicks little girls walking around in the middle of the london borough of croydon and how about that ... SNGS has gone global.
(:
(oh, everyone was looking at us like we were freaks, though)
observe how we even dutifully put on our nametags.
(but J's had two star stickers on it while mine said BRIANNA PHOON LEE MAN which is way cooler, ha ha ha)
PLUS, i scoured my room for a black scrunchie because that's what the school rules dictate.
wasn't even such a stickler for rules when i was actually in the school.
it was weird.
(oh, and Mr Norman couldn't stop laughing when he first saw my uniform in law class :|)
doodles on a starbucks napkin illustrating the state of our uniforms.
(i really would've done something about the low belt except i'm not very handy with a needle... okay, NOT.)
the happy one looking very scary.
the scary one looking .. quite law-abiding, actually.
here's the bunch posing.
(look at J's high belt!)
haven't got a picture of Amanda Tan again.
what the hell right.
we just watched The DaVinci Code.
the book was better.
xiang was full of little quips today.
when we saw the trailer for Poseidon,
he went,"what's that?"
"Poseidon." said i.
and then, "OH! i know. the show where the boat capsized."
talk about trivialising matters.
that's like saying the hurricanes in New Orleans were a bit of bad weather.
plus he caused me to fall down today.
and by that, i mean my falling flat on my face and having Anthony (the heartless wretch) laugh at me continuously for 15 minutes.
as in, really.
he was the direct cause of it, as opposed to how he is indirectly to blame for all other things that go wrong in this world.
(eg. my not going to Manchester, teenage suicides, acid rain, global warming. etc.)
but he was being very nice and kindly to J just now and so i approve of him now.
it's these little moments when i think that he's not a complete waste of the earth's resources.
so hello xiangkapony tan (ha ha ha, such a mistake telling me that, btw), please be like that more.
and now, i am off to find out the names of the nine greek muses.
it just came to me today, and it pained me greatly that i only remembered Calliope (epic poetry) and their mother's name.
Ryan actually knew what i was talking about, so i have new respect for him now.
i conquered another accounting chapter today!
yay :D
ha ha, yeaaaaaaah.:D
so we met up early at 7 for some pre-college high-class, over-priced caffeine.imagine us, two StNicks little girls walking around in the middle of the london borough of croydon and how about that ... SNGS has gone global.
(:
(oh, everyone was looking at us like we were freaks, though)
observe how we even dutifully put on our nametags.(but J's had two star stickers on it while mine said BRIANNA PHOON LEE MAN which is way cooler, ha ha ha)
PLUS, i scoured my room for a black scrunchie because that's what the school rules dictate.
wasn't even such a stickler for rules when i was actually in the school.
it was weird.
(oh, and Mr Norman couldn't stop laughing when he first saw my uniform in law class :|)
doodles on a starbucks napkin illustrating the state of our uniforms.(i really would've done something about the low belt except i'm not very handy with a needle... okay, NOT.)
the happy one looking very scary.
the scary one looking .. quite law-abiding, actually.
here's the bunch posing.(look at J's high belt!)
haven't got a picture of Amanda Tan again.
what the hell right.
we just watched The DaVinci Code.
the book was better.
xiang was full of little quips today.
when we saw the trailer for Poseidon,
he went,"what's that?"
"Poseidon." said i.
and then, "OH! i know. the show where the boat capsized."
talk about trivialising matters.
that's like saying the hurricanes in New Orleans were a bit of bad weather.
plus he caused me to fall down today.
and by that, i mean my falling flat on my face and having Anthony (the heartless wretch) laugh at me continuously for 15 minutes.
as in, really.
he was the direct cause of it, as opposed to how he is indirectly to blame for all other things that go wrong in this world.
(eg. my not going to Manchester, teenage suicides, acid rain, global warming. etc.)
but he was being very nice and kindly to J just now and so i approve of him now.
it's these little moments when i think that he's not a complete waste of the earth's resources.
so hello xiangkapony tan (ha ha ha, such a mistake telling me that, btw), please be like that more.
and now, i am off to find out the names of the nine greek muses.
it just came to me today, and it pained me greatly that i only remembered Calliope (epic poetry) and their mother's name.
Ryan actually knew what i was talking about, so i have new respect for him now.
i conquered another accounting chapter today!
yay :D
Wednesday, May 17, 2006
should be at Manchester now.
except last night, had anxiety attack about missing school and so ..
here i am.
):
so Ant is there at Manchester.
and Jos has her multitude of lessons.
as with J.
Sanny didn't even bother to come to school.
hence, today shall be the loneliest day ever.
Lee the loner, thank you very much.
but it is alright, because i was a loser before.
so i shall treat today as a heritage tour - you know, rediscovering my roots.
i slept at 4 last night because of said anxiety attack.
so i did accounting.
seriously.
i sat up and looked at my textbook.
so conscientious, i know.
xiang is like a tumour.
you know .. always there, and gives you such a pain.
and worse, every day that passes, it gets bigger and bigger.
so yesterday he called (which woke up me from my peaceful slumber and subsequently led to my anxiety attack, so everything is technically his fault) and then you know whaaaaat.
...
he likened me to a disease, the plague.
because i am deadly contagious.
gawd.
such priceless conversations.
:D
feeling kind and un-antagonistic these days.
but was enlightened for a bit because a little bird sang in my ear.
so i was slightly provoked and i must take action.
but because of my pesky conscience (and because i am already suffering from guilt pangs),
uh, okay sorry Faisal.
i hope you don't read my blog, but if you do, i am not bitching about Hilary anymore-
so this isn't about her.
but she is closely linked, so she is implicated.
that was inadequate.
but if i withhold my need to rant, i do not do myself justice.
and what the hell.
this is my blog, man.
SO, as already said.
this is not about Hilary.
rather, it is about her little housemate.
feeble attempts to make thinly veiled snide remarks.
about jinxed buses no less.
like, god Celine, GROW UP.
so pathetic.
first she was all happy family with hilary.
next, she was hanging with our crew, bitching non-stop about hilary.
and the next thing? Best Friends Forever!
i mean, when she first was all pally with hilary, we were cool right.
but when you bitch and then you go back and act like the best of friends, god seriously.
probably thinks she's so hot.
doesn't even know Max went after her as a meat game.
i mean, at least hilary could pull off acting cute ("elo! -blinkblink")
lost interest.
simple logic of it would be:
hilary wasn't good enough for me to like her.
celine isn't even good enough for me to bother to dislike her.
okay, very very random thought.
i really like May's voice.
like all sexy and velvety.
oh, and there's this girl Nadiah whose body is so smokin'.
and i heard she's damn rich.
but that's not news, since everyone in this school is damn rich.
starts to change your perception of wealth.
now it's like -
"Your daddy has 10 million in the bank? ... you poor thing!"
when before, it was like -
"10 million? wa shit man, how many zeros is that?"
know what i mean?
haiyo.
this day is not a blogging day.
i am so not in the mood.
cannot think straight.
my train of thought is still boarding.
xiang thinks people cannot stand me and they don't like him by association because he is ... heh ... mah daaaawwgg
(said in gravelly bass tones with right fist pounding position on chest where heart is supposed to be. peace, yo).
poor kid.
bye, thank you come again.
(edit) OH! i almost forgot. Brendan was showing us the most darling little prada pouch he got from Selfridges. In love, i tell you. In love.
except last night, had anxiety attack about missing school and so ..
here i am.
):
so Ant is there at Manchester.
and Jos has her multitude of lessons.
as with J.
Sanny didn't even bother to come to school.
hence, today shall be the loneliest day ever.
Lee the loner, thank you very much.
but it is alright, because i was a loser before.
so i shall treat today as a heritage tour - you know, rediscovering my roots.
i slept at 4 last night because of said anxiety attack.
so i did accounting.
seriously.
i sat up and looked at my textbook.
so conscientious, i know.
xiang is like a tumour.
you know .. always there, and gives you such a pain.
and worse, every day that passes, it gets bigger and bigger.
so yesterday he called (which woke up me from my peaceful slumber and subsequently led to my anxiety attack, so everything is technically his fault) and then you know whaaaaat.
...
he likened me to a disease, the plague.
because i am deadly contagious.
gawd.
such priceless conversations.
:D
feeling kind and un-antagonistic these days.
but was enlightened for a bit because a little bird sang in my ear.
so i was slightly provoked and i must take action.
but because of my pesky conscience (and because i am already suffering from guilt pangs),
uh, okay sorry Faisal.
i hope you don't read my blog, but if you do, i am not bitching about Hilary anymore-
so this isn't about her.
but she is closely linked, so she is implicated.
that was inadequate.
but if i withhold my need to rant, i do not do myself justice.
and what the hell.
this is my blog, man.
SO, as already said.
this is not about Hilary.
rather, it is about her little housemate.
feeble attempts to make thinly veiled snide remarks.
about jinxed buses no less.
like, god Celine, GROW UP.
so pathetic.
first she was all happy family with hilary.
next, she was hanging with our crew, bitching non-stop about hilary.
and the next thing? Best Friends Forever!
i mean, when she first was all pally with hilary, we were cool right.
but when you bitch and then you go back and act like the best of friends, god seriously.
probably thinks she's so hot.
doesn't even know Max went after her as a meat game.
i mean, at least hilary could pull off acting cute ("elo! -blinkblink")
lost interest.
simple logic of it would be:
hilary wasn't good enough for me to like her.
celine isn't even good enough for me to bother to dislike her.
okay, very very random thought.
i really like May's voice.
like all sexy and velvety.
oh, and there's this girl Nadiah whose body is so smokin'.
and i heard she's damn rich.
but that's not news, since everyone in this school is damn rich.
starts to change your perception of wealth.
now it's like -
"Your daddy has 10 million in the bank? ... you poor thing!"
when before, it was like -
"10 million? wa shit man, how many zeros is that?"
know what i mean?
haiyo.
this day is not a blogging day.
i am so not in the mood.
cannot think straight.
my train of thought is still boarding.
xiang thinks people cannot stand me and they don't like him by association because he is ... heh ... mah daaaawwgg
(said in gravelly bass tones with right fist pounding position on chest where heart is supposed to be. peace, yo).
poor kid.
bye, thank you come again.
(edit) OH! i almost forgot. Brendan was showing us the most darling little prada pouch he got from Selfridges. In love, i tell you. In love.
Tuesday, May 16, 2006
the last post was very sad.
i don't even know what fucked it up.
phoon, text and tell me what was that juicy tube thing you wanted.
did i mention we watched Prime last week?
the best part of it was that they didn't end up together.
oh, and the guy was quite cute.
i think i want to be a therapist.
then i can play with the minds of succesful and powerful career women who are emotionally immature/insecure/barren.
unit 6 mock is killing me.
i am going to give up, yes i am.
in the summer, am going to become Ripley.
lean mean killing machine.
as everybody says, have already got the mean killing machine thing down pat.
so i just gotta get lean.
ho ho.
and Jos is gonna be dolly face Shazi
and J is gonna be modern day Sayuri.
then we can live out the rest of our lives as a continuous costume-dress party.
(:
aye whatever,
and i've decided to not check statcounter anymore because it's just making me paranoid and irritating.
did i mention?
i detest summer.
all the things coming to life.
the sun shining brightly.
light blue skies, fluffy white clouds.
kill me.
give me autumn anyday where everything is dying.
and there are no flies or animals because they are dead or in hibernation.
and there are no sunny days.
and lots of rain, please.
gloomy person am i.
i don't even know what fucked it up.
phoon, text and tell me what was that juicy tube thing you wanted.
did i mention we watched Prime last week?
the best part of it was that they didn't end up together.
oh, and the guy was quite cute.
i think i want to be a therapist.
then i can play with the minds of succesful and powerful career women who are emotionally immature/insecure/barren.
unit 6 mock is killing me.
i am going to give up, yes i am.
in the summer, am going to become Ripley.
lean mean killing machine.
as everybody says, have already got the mean killing machine thing down pat.
so i just gotta get lean.
ho ho.
and Jos is gonna be dolly face Shazi
and J is gonna be modern day Sayuri.
then we can live out the rest of our lives as a continuous costume-dress party.
(:
aye whatever,
and i've decided to not check statcounter anymore because it's just making me paranoid and irritating.
did i mention?
i detest summer.
all the things coming to life.
the sun shining brightly.
light blue skies, fluffy white clouds.
kill me.
give me autumn anyday where everything is dying.
and there are no flies or animals because they are dead or in hibernation.
and there are no sunny days.
and lots of rain, please.
gloomy person am i.
Saturday, May 13, 2006
okay, am distressed because J is sad.
no elaboration.
but let's have some communication, people!
first up, i must talk about the sexy shoes i bought today.
they are very sexy.
and i am never going to wear them, but ohmymama- so sexy!
i love them.
J found me my songs!
i love You Took My Heart Away.
couldn't find it for years.
yeaaaaars.
and that day when loitering around the tube station and hear a strangled warble from xiang trying to sing I Don't Wanna Miss A Thing and it suddenly got the tune of You Took My Heart Away into my head.
after what, 4 years.
so... i guess something good came out of xiang's singing.
ah, Forever In Love is SO nice.
if i am getting married, that's the song which i'm playing.
that is, if i can find a crazy fucker who's smart enough for me to want to marry,
and stupid enough to want to marry me.
... okay, i know, it is not going to happen.
nevermind.
i am going to live out my life, an old woman surrounded by eight potted ferns
(i know the cliched story is of an old woman with eight cats but have since decided that cannot live with other animate living organisms)
i would say that have cultivated a certain fondness for botany because of my father the gardener, but that would be a lie.
i just heard that all the attention ferns need are a bit of water each day.
feel very emo for some reason.
like, sentimental and weepy.
very strange.
it must be the songs.
because J told me to listen to Tonight I Wanna Cry by Keith Urban, and it's very sad and very nice.
please listen.
also, J found the poem in 10 Things I Hate About You.
no elaboration.
but let's have some communication, people!
first up, i must talk about the sexy shoes i bought today.
they are very sexy.
and i am never going to wear them, but ohmymama- so sexy!
i love them.
J found me my songs!
i love You Took My Heart Away.
couldn't find it for years.
yeaaaaars.
and that day when loitering around the tube station and hear a strangled warble from xiang trying to sing I Don't Wanna Miss A Thing and it suddenly got the tune of You Took My Heart Away into my head.
after what, 4 years.
so... i guess something good came out of xiang's singing.
ah, Forever In Love is SO nice.
if i am getting married, that's the song which i'm playing.
that is, if i can find a crazy fucker who's smart enough for me to want to marry,
and stupid enough to want to marry me.
... okay, i know, it is not going to happen.
nevermind.
i am going to live out my life, an old woman surrounded by eight potted ferns
(i know the cliched story is of an old woman with eight cats but have since decided that cannot live with other animate living organisms)
i would say that have cultivated a certain fondness for botany because of my father the gardener, but that would be a lie.
i just heard that all the attention ferns need are a bit of water each day.
feel very emo for some reason.
like, sentimental and weepy.
very strange.
it must be the songs.
because J told me to listen to Tonight I Wanna Cry by Keith Urban, and it's very sad and very nice.
please listen.
also, J found the poem in 10 Things I Hate About You.
I hate the way you talk to me
And the way you cut your hair.
I hate the way you drive my car.
I hate it when you stare.
I hate your big dumb combat boots
And the way you read my mind.
I hate you so much it makes me sick.
It even makes me rhyme.
I hate the way you're always right.
I hate it when you lie.
I hate it when you make me laugh;
Even worse when you make me cry.
I hate it when you're not around
And the fact that you didn't call,
But mostly I hate the way I don't hate you;
Not even close;
Not even a little bit;
Not even at all.
god, tell me it isn't sweet.
and let me tell you, long before heath ledger went up on brokeback, he made a goddamn cute highschooler.
why is my font so funny?
okay, hopefully it's gonna be fine when i publish.
OH, and watched Never Been Kissed with J and Jos last night.
waaaay a feel-good movie.
Michael Vartan is very very cute.
my sister went woozy over him, and my sister never goes woozy over caucasian males.
and the last part when they kiss?
always gets my sister and i so high we basically sit on the sofa, clutching and scratching each other in happiness.
so sweet.
(:
Josephine and i have been having in depth talks about how nice it would be if we had a lit teacher that hot.
which, i know would be quite sick because you just don't go liking your teacher.
BUT, damn.
Jos and i jointly decided that if the teacher is Michael Vartan hot, we make exceptions.
all the exceptions in the world, baby.
okay, am in love with so many things now because it's just one of those times when i feel kind and happy enough to notice a world functioning around me.
and now we are going to watch Interview With The Vampire.
fully expecting self to expire from lust/love after the show as it boasts Tom Cruise, Antonio Banderas and Brad Pitt.
i do not like Kirsten Dunst in the show.
but bye.
Friday, May 12, 2006
this day had a bad start.
out late drinking with jos and yvonne last night.
between us, we knocked back a large JD, vodka mudshakes and a bit of the Smirnoff ice.
not a good idea.
wasn't even half as high as i was on the last day of school.
and woke up feeling like crap.
still feel like crap, btw.
and waiting for a familiar face to appear (ah hem, Sanny.J.Anthony, ah hem) so that they can buy me breakfast.
my hair is very staticky.
and i look like a very fat, very deformed Pocahontas.
and on my way to school,
a fly flew right into my face kamikaze style.
bitch.
but i saw a fat dog gambolling around.
and that made me happy.
round furballs that bounce happily = very my thing this morning.
yesterday i dared xiang to eat a daisy.
and then i fed him an antihistamine.
i hope he is still alive.
realised belatedly that i just implicated myself.
if i hadn't typed the above paragraph, he could've died and people would just assume the idiot was too bored and decided to try a different fare for dinner with disastrous results.
ah, salvation.
Sanny is here.
and i have to rant about something before i run off for some food with Sanny.
there was this woman giving out flyers at the school gate.
and because the school is in a godforsaken place, you can only assume that she planted herself there to specifically target the students.
and what did the flyer say?
"Professional nannies/au pairs for hire!"
like, ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME?
this is a school for goodness sake
who needs a freaking nanny?
WHO HAS KIDS?!
i mean, except for a few teachers here and there, WHO?
no matter how sexually promiscuous the students are, i really don't think they have kids.
god.
no wonder she's got a job giving out flyers.
obviously hasn't got much brains.
and that would be what separates her from the barristers in london.
i'm off for breakfast.
out late drinking with jos and yvonne last night.
between us, we knocked back a large JD, vodka mudshakes and a bit of the Smirnoff ice.
not a good idea.
wasn't even half as high as i was on the last day of school.
and woke up feeling like crap.
still feel like crap, btw.
and waiting for a familiar face to appear (ah hem, Sanny.J.Anthony, ah hem) so that they can buy me breakfast.
my hair is very staticky.
and i look like a very fat, very deformed Pocahontas.
and on my way to school,
a fly flew right into my face kamikaze style.
bitch.
but i saw a fat dog gambolling around.
and that made me happy.
round furballs that bounce happily = very my thing this morning.
yesterday i dared xiang to eat a daisy.
and then i fed him an antihistamine.
i hope he is still alive.
realised belatedly that i just implicated myself.
if i hadn't typed the above paragraph, he could've died and people would just assume the idiot was too bored and decided to try a different fare for dinner with disastrous results.
ah, salvation.
Sanny is here.
and i have to rant about something before i run off for some food with Sanny.
there was this woman giving out flyers at the school gate.
and because the school is in a godforsaken place, you can only assume that she planted herself there to specifically target the students.
and what did the flyer say?
"Professional nannies/au pairs for hire!"
like, ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME?
this is a school for goodness sake
who needs a freaking nanny?
WHO HAS KIDS?!
i mean, except for a few teachers here and there, WHO?
no matter how sexually promiscuous the students are, i really don't think they have kids.
god.
no wonder she's got a job giving out flyers.
obviously hasn't got much brains.
and that would be what separates her from the barristers in london.
i'm off for breakfast.
Monday, May 08, 2006
"oi, sexy!"
haha, i just felt like saying that.
why do i always have to rationalize my irrational whims?
societal pressures, i tell you, i bend to societal norms.
see, i am a conformist.
(:
okaaay, so random.
anyway, i still haven't got the IE photos from Teoh who is supposed to upload them today.
so be patient, my friends.
did i mention though, Jos is a funny drunk.
the morning after she got drunk, (and she was still squiffy) she went home to recuperate.
and later on she told us that when she sat there stoning on her bed, she thought her stomach was chirping.
as in, "cheep cheep cheep, cheep cheep cheep."
that, i quote verbatim.
i kid you not.
... and much later Princess Josephine condescended to look out the window.
and she realised that in fact, the birds were chirping, not her stomach.
ha ha ha!
my friends are such clowns.
oh, my lord.
and last night i read an article about men who have sex with dolls.
very life-like, expensive dolls with jiggly breasts and southern parts that have suction.
alright, collective 'ewww', people.
i know, right.
and these men are all losers.
perverted losers.
because they can't get no nookie with live women.
so they order themselves a large quantity of pretty plastic and they have a sexual relationship with it.
not only that!
they imagine them to be underage.
like, this one loser, his 'rebecca' is 14 and works in her school library to earn pocket money.
gaawwwwd.
reminds me of Warren (ep: "I Was Made To Love You"; Buffy the Vampire Slayer)
except, you know, at least April walked and talked.
but still!
sick fucks.
and all of those men can happily end up like Warren too.
ie. mouth sewn shut and completely de-skinned by a very pissed off witch.
... okay, just realised Spike kinda did the same too.
but different, because Spike is hot and he got plenty nookie.
(even if the women, mostly, cannot strictly be considered 'live')
OH! and i almost forgot.
more than half of them work in IT or engineering.
so you know, ladies, be careful.
change topic.
xiang has recently developed grandoise dreams about becoming the next singing sensation.
and he has been punishing all our ears with renditions of I Don't Want To Miss A Thing.
(though as Anthony aptly points out, nothing personifies butchering a song like ... "i can be your hero babyyyyyy...." ha ha ha, so bitchy Ant.)
so yesterday, i decided to actually listen to the song to find out why xiang always sounds so wrong.
(i must add that he's improved though, thanks to J and all her choir techniques)
and it was the first time i actually sat down and listened to the song.
omg, SO blown away.
i will not randomly hum the song ever again because it is a song worth worshipping and it is beyond us mere mortals.
oh, hee hee.
i started using my neutrogena facewash and it is strangely conforting.
the smell brings me back to the happy, heady days after PSLE where i was just falling in love with beautiful, blonde Nick Carter and i subconsciously knew that no matter how badly i did for PSLE, i would still do well enough to make it back to St. Nicks.
oh, those days ...
(:
Teoh's got her photos up already but i'm getting them later so wait up, wait up.
oh man and last night.
i was sitting in the middle of my bed stoning.
and i thought of Tristan and his whole tragic hero, i-do-not-smile face and .... i tingled.
I KNOW!
KILL ME LAHHHH.
-wails.
Tristan irritates me, okay.
and i totally see through the tragic hero act.
but i'm still a sucker for it.
...
alright, let us not dwell on the highly uncomfortable topic of Tristan.
it is not something i want to invest any time on for it only serves to irritate.
waaa, so irritating, man!
cannot take it.
ugh.
i am such a girl.
):
i still like Dante Basco, btw.
Mrs Basco is me.
haha, i just felt like saying that.
why do i always have to rationalize my irrational whims?
societal pressures, i tell you, i bend to societal norms.
see, i am a conformist.
(:
okaaay, so random.
anyway, i still haven't got the IE photos from Teoh who is supposed to upload them today.
so be patient, my friends.
did i mention though, Jos is a funny drunk.
the morning after she got drunk, (and she was still squiffy) she went home to recuperate.
and later on she told us that when she sat there stoning on her bed, she thought her stomach was chirping.
as in, "cheep cheep cheep, cheep cheep cheep."
that, i quote verbatim.
i kid you not.
... and much later Princess Josephine condescended to look out the window.
and she realised that in fact, the birds were chirping, not her stomach.
ha ha ha!
my friends are such clowns.
oh, my lord.
and last night i read an article about men who have sex with dolls.
very life-like, expensive dolls with jiggly breasts and southern parts that have suction.
alright, collective 'ewww', people.
i know, right.
and these men are all losers.
perverted losers.
because they can't get no nookie with live women.
so they order themselves a large quantity of pretty plastic and they have a sexual relationship with it.
not only that!
they imagine them to be underage.
like, this one loser, his 'rebecca' is 14 and works in her school library to earn pocket money.
gaawwwwd.
reminds me of Warren (ep: "I Was Made To Love You"; Buffy the Vampire Slayer)
except, you know, at least April walked and talked.
but still!
sick fucks.
and all of those men can happily end up like Warren too.
ie. mouth sewn shut and completely de-skinned by a very pissed off witch.
... okay, just realised Spike kinda did the same too.
but different, because Spike is hot and he got plenty nookie.
(even if the women, mostly, cannot strictly be considered 'live')
OH! and i almost forgot.
more than half of them work in IT or engineering.
so you know, ladies, be careful.
change topic.
xiang has recently developed grandoise dreams about becoming the next singing sensation.
and he has been punishing all our ears with renditions of I Don't Want To Miss A Thing.
(though as Anthony aptly points out, nothing personifies butchering a song like ... "i can be your hero babyyyyyy...." ha ha ha, so bitchy Ant.)
so yesterday, i decided to actually listen to the song to find out why xiang always sounds so wrong.
(i must add that he's improved though, thanks to J and all her choir techniques)
and it was the first time i actually sat down and listened to the song.
omg, SO blown away.
i will not randomly hum the song ever again because it is a song worth worshipping and it is beyond us mere mortals.
oh, hee hee.
i started using my neutrogena facewash and it is strangely conforting.
the smell brings me back to the happy, heady days after PSLE where i was just falling in love with beautiful, blonde Nick Carter and i subconsciously knew that no matter how badly i did for PSLE, i would still do well enough to make it back to St. Nicks.
oh, those days ...
(:
Teoh's got her photos up already but i'm getting them later so wait up, wait up.
oh man and last night.
i was sitting in the middle of my bed stoning.
and i thought of Tristan and his whole tragic hero, i-do-not-smile face and .... i tingled.
I KNOW!
KILL ME LAHHHH.
-wails.
Tristan irritates me, okay.
and i totally see through the tragic hero act.
but i'm still a sucker for it.
...
alright, let us not dwell on the highly uncomfortable topic of Tristan.
it is not something i want to invest any time on for it only serves to irritate.
waaa, so irritating, man!
cannot take it.
ugh.
i am such a girl.
):
i still like Dante Basco, btw.
Mrs Basco is me.
Saturday, May 06, 2006
last night was international evening, but this shall be a pre-IE post because j has unsatisfactory pictures and we need to gather better ones that do the pretty girls (of which there were plenty) justice.
J's JC is an instruction manual.
he is giving detailed instructions on the fastest way to get to our restaurant.
very cool.
J should be very please because JC is so smart.
am impressed, anyway.
it's like how Clare stations us at the right spots on MRTs so we get out at the point with the escalator.
too cool for school.
and we're confusing him on MSN now.
but let me tell you.
J's JC = ultimate sweet kid.
please envy J.
but don't touch, you can't afford.
(:
(hello xiang, i just quoted you!)
i have decided to write everybody's names with capitals.
except xiang's.
because 'Xiang' just does not do it aesthetically.
that was random.
(inject from J: omg SO MEAN !)
i don't know why she said that.
but anyway, on to other things.
a few nights ago, my room became infested with bugs.
big ones with long legs, medium sized green ones, small black ones ... you name it.
i know, ew right.
and i was very .. !@$%^*& - that is to say, terrified.
i just don't like things that crawl (and that includes toddlers, thank you very much)
but i especially don't like the multi-talented ones which other than crawling also have a part-time job flying.
and the ones that buzz .... ohmymama.
and the big one with long legs that i mentioned?
it does all of the above.
was horrified.
huddled on bed and contemplated calling Max for rescue.
but shot that down because he had an exam the next day and i'd just pulled him out to walk around the 'hood (it used to be 'bloody Sanderstead,' but i've started to develop feelings for the place) with me.
and xiang was off in the busy mile square 25 minutes away from the Home of Nestle being the housewife he is, preparing food for IE.
so i did what any respectable person in my shoes would do.
i texted J to whine.
and damn me if i didn't wish i had bundled my sister into my luggage the last time i went back.
she always was my portable bug-killer.
a veritable genius at it, i must say.
and so indeed were my Mother, Father and Brother at killing insects.
which, in my eyes, made them very worthy relatives to have indeed.
but the big bug with long legs still wasn't going away.
and there was this other problem that had me.
was i to keep the window open or close?
if i kept it open, then other bugs will invite themselves in and i could already, in my hysterical state hear the invitation in the irritating buzz of that long-legged monster.
"Come in," it says, "Come terrify this human being with the long hair and the moon face!"
.... and yet, if i closed the window, then the stupid creature wasn't ever going to get out, was it?
so i thought, hey! why not nudge it out?
and i tried, except it was too stupid to aquiesce.
so there i was, doing some retarded fan dance with my accounting past papers, trying to flap it out of the room.
and every time i waved it to the left, it swayed and buzzed its way to the right.
and when i tried flapping it up, it dropped to about two inches from my face.
that was when i gave up, jumped back onto my bed and started whining to J again.
what i need, i tell you, is a man.
a good, respectable, bug-catching man.
and did i mention, i had this nightmare the other night where everybody had the same pair of shoes as i did.
kill me, really.
i was so traumatized.
ooh, Maximiser is here!
stats are still terrifyingly high.
i have developed a theory that it is a result of spreading the hate.
because i have a very vicious blog and people stumble upon it and they tell their little friends, and other little not-so friends to show that i am an evil eggplant and hence, spread the hate.
this, i call propaganda.
marginally effective, but not very innovative.
i am unimpressed.
please try again later.
now Siddartha has arrived.
too many people here, i cannot blog in peace.
another post some days later on IE, complete with the best of pictures.
thank you, come again.
(:
J's JC is an instruction manual.
he is giving detailed instructions on the fastest way to get to our restaurant.
very cool.
J should be very please because JC is so smart.
am impressed, anyway.
it's like how Clare stations us at the right spots on MRTs so we get out at the point with the escalator.
too cool for school.
and we're confusing him on MSN now.
but let me tell you.
J's JC = ultimate sweet kid.
please envy J.
but don't touch, you can't afford.
(:
(hello xiang, i just quoted you!)
i have decided to write everybody's names with capitals.
except xiang's.
because 'Xiang' just does not do it aesthetically.
that was random.
(inject from J: omg SO MEAN !)
i don't know why she said that.
but anyway, on to other things.
a few nights ago, my room became infested with bugs.
big ones with long legs, medium sized green ones, small black ones ... you name it.
i know, ew right.
and i was very .. !@$%^*& - that is to say, terrified.
i just don't like things that crawl (and that includes toddlers, thank you very much)
but i especially don't like the multi-talented ones which other than crawling also have a part-time job flying.
and the ones that buzz .... ohmymama.
and the big one with long legs that i mentioned?
it does all of the above.
was horrified.
huddled on bed and contemplated calling Max for rescue.
but shot that down because he had an exam the next day and i'd just pulled him out to walk around the 'hood (it used to be 'bloody Sanderstead,' but i've started to develop feelings for the place) with me.
and xiang was off in the busy mile square 25 minutes away from the Home of Nestle being the housewife he is, preparing food for IE.
so i did what any respectable person in my shoes would do.
i texted J to whine.
and damn me if i didn't wish i had bundled my sister into my luggage the last time i went back.
she always was my portable bug-killer.
a veritable genius at it, i must say.
and so indeed were my Mother, Father and Brother at killing insects.
which, in my eyes, made them very worthy relatives to have indeed.
but the big bug with long legs still wasn't going away.
and there was this other problem that had me.
was i to keep the window open or close?
if i kept it open, then other bugs will invite themselves in and i could already, in my hysterical state hear the invitation in the irritating buzz of that long-legged monster.
"Come in," it says, "Come terrify this human being with the long hair and the moon face!"
.... and yet, if i closed the window, then the stupid creature wasn't ever going to get out, was it?
so i thought, hey! why not nudge it out?
and i tried, except it was too stupid to aquiesce.
so there i was, doing some retarded fan dance with my accounting past papers, trying to flap it out of the room.
and every time i waved it to the left, it swayed and buzzed its way to the right.
and when i tried flapping it up, it dropped to about two inches from my face.
that was when i gave up, jumped back onto my bed and started whining to J again.
what i need, i tell you, is a man.
a good, respectable, bug-catching man.
and did i mention, i had this nightmare the other night where everybody had the same pair of shoes as i did.
kill me, really.
i was so traumatized.
ooh, Maximiser is here!
stats are still terrifyingly high.
i have developed a theory that it is a result of spreading the hate.
because i have a very vicious blog and people stumble upon it and they tell their little friends, and other little not-so friends to show that i am an evil eggplant and hence, spread the hate.
this, i call propaganda.
marginally effective, but not very innovative.
i am unimpressed.
please try again later.
now Siddartha has arrived.
too many people here, i cannot blog in peace.
another post some days later on IE, complete with the best of pictures.
thank you, come again.
(:
Wednesday, May 03, 2006
hi lee
bye lee
sleep lee
love lee
that was j, she's been all loony recently.
and we've been very sleepy people.
anyway, it was picture-taking day today.
anthony looked damn good.
that's all i can remember about the day.
oh, and xj has purple hair now.
it's quite cool, if a bit emo-boy.
but he's always been marginally emo anyway, so it's a look that suits him.
and very randomly, we were also discussing names that alliterate.
and so,
Say a Happy Hello to Timothy Tan!
ha ha ha ha!
we were all duly impressed with how the name seemed to fit xiang and his new image, and we have christened him Timmy Tan.
and that's not just Timothy, mind.
it's Timothy Tan.
that hardly made any sense.
but we all found it hilarious just now.
though it soon lost all its humour when Tim started yowling a very off-tune version of I Believe I Can Fly, substituting all words with Timothy Tan being j's saviour and other ridiculous nonsense in kind.
tragical, i tell you.
anyway, look at this!
this is Anthony Tan looking very .. chung.
i don't know why i put that down, but it just popped into my head.
it must be one of the random weird slang he uses.
that, or i am going mad.
we wanted to rename anthony Thomas Tan.
but then we remembered belatedly that that's his brother's name.
and Theobald is too ugly a name to consider, so we decided to stick with Anthony till we find a suitable substitute.
Tina and Tilda have been considered, but it's in our nature to be merciful.
i have learnt a new phrase.
"OBI-QUEK!" says j to josephine.
god, these people are priceless.
what with xiang's "zilababong" too.
bye lee
sleep lee
love lee
that was j, she's been all loony recently.
and we've been very sleepy people.
anyway, it was picture-taking day today.
anthony looked damn good.
that's all i can remember about the day.
oh, and xj has purple hair now.
it's quite cool, if a bit emo-boy.
but he's always been marginally emo anyway, so it's a look that suits him.
and very randomly, we were also discussing names that alliterate.
and so,
Say a Happy Hello to Timothy Tan!ha ha ha ha!
we were all duly impressed with how the name seemed to fit xiang and his new image, and we have christened him Timmy Tan.
and that's not just Timothy, mind.
it's Timothy Tan.
that hardly made any sense.
but we all found it hilarious just now.
though it soon lost all its humour when Tim started yowling a very off-tune version of I Believe I Can Fly, substituting all words with Timothy Tan being j's saviour and other ridiculous nonsense in kind.
tragical, i tell you.
anyway, look at this!
this is Anthony Tan looking very .. chung.i don't know why i put that down, but it just popped into my head.
it must be one of the random weird slang he uses.
that, or i am going mad.
we wanted to rename anthony Thomas Tan.
but then we remembered belatedly that that's his brother's name.
and Theobald is too ugly a name to consider, so we decided to stick with Anthony till we find a suitable substitute.
Tina and Tilda have been considered, but it's in our nature to be merciful.
i have learnt a new phrase.
"OBI-QUEK!" says j to josephine.
god, these people are priceless.
what with xiang's "zilababong" too.