The lights do not blind me. The sharpness of the images kills me.

2010-05-26T05:59:00.000-07:00

you know, I've moved on.

2010-02-13T01:20:00.000-08:00

perhaps this year is a beginning.

of redemption, of renewals, of reassurance, of confidence, of lost opportunities, for me.

this period feels like sometime last year, when i was raw, fresh, optimistic, releasing the social butterfly in me. But butterflies, as we all know have lifespans not longer than a fortnight.

Then reality and mundane monsters come invading into your mind, body and soul yet again.

I feel renewed, but yet a part in there that's rather jaded- much owing to the fact that there's this foreboding sense of what's to come later in the year.

Let's hope the foreshadow is but a shadow.

cheers,

nicki

2009-11-04T05:58:00.000-08:00

dreamy soundscapes are so soothing.

2009-09-11T07:50:00.000-07:00

man it's been forNEVER since i posted something decent around here that made proper sense.
So since today was pretty productive as a study session. I am eversodetermined to make everything i do today productive.

OKAY SO THIS WAS SUPPOSED TO BE A SPONTANEOUSLY INSPIRED POST, but my dad just had to come at the right moment to say :
MY TURN.

LOVE YOU DAD.

2009-09-07T07:05:00.000-07:00

when I talk to my friends I pretend I am standing on the wings

of a flying plane. I cannot be trusted to tell them how I am.

Or if I am falling to earth weighing less

than a dozen roses. Sometimes I dream they have broken up

with their lovers and are carrying food to my house.

When I open the mailbox I hear their voices

like the long upward-winding curve of a train whistle

passing through the tall grasses and ferns

after the train has passed. I never get ahead of their shadows.

I embrace them in front of moving cars. I keep them away

from my miseries because to say I am miserable is to say I am like them.

- How I am

  Jason Shinder

2009-09-07T06:18:00.000-07:00

Hayley's voice was made for this.

2009-08-23T06:31:00.000-07:00

FOUND A GEM TODAY.

2009-08-01T05:47:00.000-07:00

The only reason I'm posting is cos I realized the "I was never on the Pill" father's day postsecret is not really the best first impression to give to ppl who stumble upon here.
Just tryna push the post down. yes yes.

Now that that's done.

JC is just helluva place to be right now. Have I lost track of where I'm at, supposed to be, want to go?
I think so. Not good.
At least i'm awake now.

Sometimes I think I'm a pretentious fck, which of course I dread to be. Other times, I just can't be bothered, which I hate to be.
Most times, I'm just going through the motions, which I don't have a choice, otherwise I wouldn't be.

What happened to the wit, humour and sarcasm? Dunno, trying hard, too hard maybe.

I realise I blog about immaterial, intangible, hypothetical, cryptic things that throws people, myself included, off course.

Am I jaded? Oh dang.

Incidentally i should be a mad mugger right now.
Tata.
Nic

[afterthought: just realised I sound totally schizophrenic, need to make more sense.morsense.nonsense]

2009-06-27T02:55:00.014-07:00

SUNDAY POSTSECRETS.

Can't think of a classier way to break the news.rofl.

How do you know?

Wanted to upload one more but the card kept flipping to the back when my mouse hovered above it. stupid java applet or whatever thing that makes that happen.

It's the third last one on the webbie.

For you,mummy.

2009-06-21T02:12:00.000-07:00

AHAHAHA. Ohman the fawesome Fergie solo. Eat that Fergie. Makes me wanna go pull over a hoodie for some weirdo reason. Classy.

2009-06-21T00:58:00.000-07:00

I promise to blog after CTs.

Like the saying goes, Promises are meant to be kept.

That's how it goes right?

OKAY I PROMISE. teehee.

2009-06-19T01:47:00.000-07:00

HOORAY INDEED.

2009-05-18T10:56:00.000-07:00

I have clown-o-phobia. But I'm pretty sure I'm not alone on this one. That creepy smile and knowing eyes, and the best part, bad hair days all around. Geez it gives me the creeps.

I adore the video though. It has it's endearing albeit fleeting moments. Well Ingrid Michealson is da bomb. haha. quaint voice she has there. She's so effing effortless still manages to sound so ethereal.(alliteration intended!)

http://thingsweforget.blogspot.com/

WHOEVER IS DOING THIS. YOU ARE INGENIOUS. I WORSHIP THE POST-ITS YOU WRITE ON.

That's totally a homegrown version of postsecret, though it's not much of secretspilling and more of random musings.

Either way, I'm just so glad that there are actually sporeans out there who possess such ingenuity+creativity+sense of humour. A rare breed sadly, nevertheless proof that they still exist and all hope is not lost.

It's not a contrived campaign or anything. just a sincere and simple project that speaks volumes.

Take a cue, SINGAPORE KINDNESS MOVEMENT, what with your huge orangey lion mascots dotting the streets..tsktsk.

Was reading about a 30 year old woman with multiple personality disorder(MPD) who has an alter ego of a 10 year old boy

Seems to be sort of a biological 'survival mechanism'. Whatever it is, this survival mechanism shizz is a seriously another whole mystery of life on its own altogether.

Apparently the actual person herself would have no recollection whatsoever of what she did when she took on her alternate personality.

CAUSE? Childhood trauma/rape/abuse.

Talk about your troubles people.. lightens the load. (I know it's easy to say, but what else can i do on a blog?)

MPD is pretty disturbing to a certain point.

If anything, it gives the saying 'a person has many facets' , a whole new meaning.. Or pehaps just the same. just that I'm going round in circles.

I like writing.just not as assignments with deadlines to meet, when it becomes an obligation, a chore, a burden.DIE GP ESSAY DIE!

CIAO my non existent audiences.

2009-04-22T09:19:00.000-07:00

okay i'm resolved to post more heavier entries from now. As compared to the previous few ones which have either been annoyingly politically correct/cheesy and nonsensical rants.

Reading off somepeople's blogs just give me an inferiority complex. Not referring to those that give a complete detailed narration of their lives and go on yapping about the rest of their day. But rather those flooded with commentaries/observations/random muse/quotes that really draw you out from reality to take a step back and observe everything around you. Puts things into hell lotsa perspective really. Makes me feel a lot less overwhelmed as well.

I just realised I managed to contradict myself in a paragraph.

Guess we're all full of it everyday. not that we bother to realise at all.

2009-04-19T10:55:00.000-07:00

OMG. This is academic suicide. only at the tip of the homework iceberg.

GP is ghastly.

Math is murderous.

Chem is conniving crap.

Econs has the opportunity cost of reviving the rest of my surviving brain cells.

Lit is a lullaby.

PW is preposterous.

Chinese is the joke of my life.

Life's good.

I'm an optimist.

Surely you can tell. =D

2009-03-18T03:10:00.000-07:00

Leadership Training Camp

was appallingly less torturous than Selection camp, albeit still having to complete a grand total of 1038 push ups. Not blowing any horns about 'oh isn't it so impressive that i completed so many pumpings', just that I realised the significance of completing these pumpings as one with the rest of the 32nd council. Really unbelievable that we actually managed to push ourselves just further and further each day with 10 push ups/set on the first day to 40 push ups/set on the last. Didn't think that I could shake so well till the 3x4opush ups session on the last day where I'm sure I wasn't the only one whose arms were trembling to the bone.

4days of LTC is impossible to be chronicled in a single post, but I don't think the experience could ever be justified by any number of posts.

Being unnaturally serious and reflective here.

Friends who talked to me abt LTC said that everytime they saw us, we'd either be in pumping position, mad hounds bounding away or in some form of physical torture.

But comparatively to selection camp, this is nothing. considering the fact that at least this time the torture is evenly spread out(like nutella!) over 4 days.

Well worth the physical torture i'll say.

That being said, LTC was definitely more than just cycles of sadistic PT.

Activities were strewn and laced with deeper meanings, (ooooh.) requiring us to actually utilize some brain this time. Reading between the suffering and strain. There were stuff that actually did make a lotta sense and did therefore make us ponder more abt how the newly appointed councillors and council term would be moulded.

Pain is nothing now,(wooah) I can safely say after going thru the 4 draining days of camp.

The days ahead are most prolly paved with gigantormous boulders which would not cease to test the strengths of the newly minted 32nd SC!

Being stretched, strained and finally emerging only as the stronger.

xoxo.LOL.

nickisezpeaceout.

2009-03-09T21:21:00.000-07:00

hair is over my eyes.
future is bleak though these blinds.
convinced of a better day, a better standing, having a better say.
utterly contrived.
lips tremble as they move. words stutter, mistakes linger.
sooner or later it'll be better, I kid myself.
dreams or delusions?
Knows it's the latter but deluded that it's the former.
No use living in my head. Perhaps I should try another way instead.
Not like I'd dare to.

Swimming around. Lulling sounds.
drifting away and I'm
contented.

But this is not me.

2009-02-21T08:04:00.000-08:00

GRR. I'm an angsty teen.

Havard or Williburg?

She wants it..

2009-02-21T00:36:00.000-08:00

I hate to sound like a whiner.
The Student Council interview was some psychoanalytical sadistic shizz. I think I can comfortably say that I've never been so ambivalent about my fate in an interview before. It put me in screensaver mode for the rest of the weekend. On the other hand, it made me wanna join SC all the more. The interview was designed to tear.you.down.
I'd love to be on the panel of judges staring down at this clueless juniors who'd have no clue how much shit they'd just put themselves in.

Interrogating, rolling my eyes, posing challenges that makes them lose their breath then drilling them with a whole new string of psychoanalysis qns again. sounds fun already!
HAHA. Naw, I ain't that sadistic. You know that right?

Flaws exposed: Bad singing. Awkward silences. Uncontrollable stuttering.

For all that trauma, I have been sincerely humbled by the experience, and if it happens that I don't make the cut, all I have to say is....
WHY NOT? %$#%#!

2009-02-17T07:39:00.000-08:00

LOSING STEAM. MUST.PRESS.ON.

Nearly fainted after 3 consecutive monotonous, torturous and meaningless lectures today.
Instead of complaining how irritably hot the CC/LT was, as most people, me inclusive, usually do, it was more to the contrary today. Pretty sure the main reason's the hunger building up during 3 consec. unproductive lectures we had.
I have no idea how anorexics actually enjoy doing their starvation exercises.

People should give Randy Gill a break. He's actually a real humourous and easygoin' guy behind that "Cut your hair, pull down yo skirt and JOIN CRICKET" facade. Perhaps his Discipline comm appointment kinda got to his head but honestly, behind that annoying in your face lecture on why you should "cut your hair, pull your skirt down and JOIN CRICKET", he's pretty much a nice aussie(wth?) dude at heart.

I'd like to end by saying, that his GP lectures are hilarious and enjoyable is a serious understatement.

cheerios!
nix

2009-02-14T23:11:00.000-08:00

Don't know how long I'll be able to keep this up, but shall just go with it and see how long I'll last.

My mind is in idle mode again. I'm being mindlessly enthusiastic and practically living like a social butterfly.
I hope I'm not just acting and putting on a false front, though I know I've changed. Perhaps this side has been suppressed for the past two year and I finally have an avenue to release it.

JC life is a draining world. Feels like I've been half-sapped of my supposed endless energy already.
The places that you dwell gives you different feelings, and you react the way you feel toward them.

In JC, it's like a primary-secondary sch hybrid.
Besides the obvious point that I am seeing both sec sch and pri sch mates again, the dynamics of the school seems to come from a mix of these two areas of my life. Sec sch dynamics meaning,
from the st margs perspective, awfully nice people, most of em anyway.
Pri sch dynamics meaning, I still sense an inherent need to prove myself in a social sense and the occasional feeling inferiority complex.

Oddly, I'm embracing, enjoying it even. Being preoccupied fulfills me.
I'm talking in such a weird fashion on my blog, it appalls me.

Less honestly and bluntness, more sarcasm and irony I'd say!

2008-11-28T08:41:00.000-08:00

oh please as if anyone is ever going to stumble upon my blog and notice that after 10 lightyears (actually that's a measure of distance, not so much of time) 2 millenniums and a trigamazillion decades later, I've finally bothered to actually post again.

OH god. I wonder whether I'm still narcissistic enough to start this again.

Apparently yes,
for now.

YEESH!

I'm becoming a total antisocial, angoraphobic psychopath. And I'm not just saying that.

I mean, I spent my first 2 weeks of holidays holed up at home, reading.

Reading you say? Well that doesnt sound THAT BAD, doesn't it?
In normal circumstances, I'd agree. But I read the entire bloody(no pun intended, really!) twilight saga, damnit!
And that, is just, abhorribly abnormal.

The only thing I remembered about twilight was that I flinched everytime someone said it to me. Went about tellin people
" don't READ IT. don't READ IT. dont MENTION IT IN FRONT OF ME. don't TALK TO ME ABOUT IT."

Guess there's something to be said about reverse psychology.

But I've got to say. I guess I'm feeling what the stupid fuss about the book is all about.
Kinda killed the inner cynic in me for awhile.
That IS something. Either that or it's just my hormones talking.

I've been quite a bum since the commencement of the long awaited, overrated, overhyped up holidays.
Other than excavating the Mt Everest made of TenYearSeries and exam papers in my room, I've been pretty much lazing and idling around in my happy place(apparently I'm deluded already).

Oh dear, think I'm becoming incoherent again.

I wonder anything productive actually came out of this entire post. For all I know, I could be hallucinating about typing this entry. Alas, I'm not.

Man, do I sound crazy or what?

2008-05-26T04:11:00.000-07:00

MT O levls were pretty lukewarm, i experienced an influx of multiple emotions during each paper.
The bewilderement when I flipped Paper 1 and realised none of the questions actualy made sense(to me).
The defeated (what's the england equivalent for 'sian'?) feeling when I had no choice but to submit myself into choosing to write a letter to the newspaper about mindless, reckless drivers and a analysis of the supposedly inferior service standards of Spore's tourism industry.

[ahem, it all sounds really complex and impressive when I say it here. well that's because I'm speaking in english, if you actually read my essay in chinese, it wouldn't be surprising if you mistook it for a paper written by a dyslexic 5 yr old.]

The triumphant feeling when I finally completed both essays, albeit secretly being aware that most of it was the result of a dyslexic child with verbal diarrhoea.
Then feeling a bit guilty and repulsed by my awkward eloquence that filled my essay which force fed with vague and cliched idioms like, " fan shi bi you ying, " (which sounds abit like rice has to have english without those tone strokes, wadever u call it) meaning everthing happens for a reason and a lot of other boring stuff that everyone else probably thought of.

The my-life-has-no-purpose feeling when I realised that I wrote the date format on my letter was daymonthyear, THE VERY SECOND THE TCHER WAS COLLECTING THE PAPER FROM ME.
I think I got so used to saying nian yue ri(yearmonthday), that I actually wrote the date left to right, saying nian yue ri, happily summore. GURHHH!!!!

Paper 2 was more forgiving and this time I actually knew what I was talking about.
and for once, the comprehension passages were comprehensible by human beings.

Only nerve-wrecking moment was when I realised that I wrote the first 3 compre answers on the answering lines meant for the last 3 ones. I started copying the first ans to the correct answer space until I came to the 5 line-long answer of the second
question and decided that it was way too long to copy without me running out of time and reaching a point of despair.
Thankfulllly. The altruistic, beneficent, benign, benignant, goodhearted, kindhearted, invigilator allowed me to change the qns no.s of my answers, saving me the dejection, depression, despondence, despondency, doldrums, dolefulness, downheartedness, dumps, dysphoria, funk (wth? funk is synonymous with sadness? sob. I'm feeling funky..tsbwhaha..) , glumness, heavy-heartedness, melancholy, mope, mournfulness, unhappiness, which I would have otherwise have had to go through.

Come to think of it, my definition of lukewarm is anything but.

If there's anything I've learnt today, shit happens, and you usually only realise it when it's too late. Yeah, great.

2008-05-24T08:18:00.000-07:00

Yest was the last CL intensive lesson. Actually stayed back after the intensive to have some extra intensive. I think we're doing all this(at least I am) just to have some feeling of assurance,security, all that.
In fact the only part where i actually learnt something is when someone started talking about prefects and thinking differently.
In my sincere opinion, they're simply groomed by the school to become puppets for the school. Walking advertorials, flawless facades. She mentioned that anyone who questions authority is promptly dealt with by singling them out.
"The nail that sticks out gets hammered down. "
Reminds me of house elves, banging their heads whenever they've disobeyed master.
"Bad Dobby! *Bang* *bang*"
Therefore, you either speak up or shut up.

My eyebags are getting darker and deeper. Quite sad because I'm actually sleeping earlier now, but I've realised that I've had them since young, so its probably due to bad genes,haha.
Eyes are the windows to one's soul, so maybe I'm getting darker and deeper.
Nah, I'm still a shallow person with an uneven skin tone.

I've realised a gradual decline of myself. I always had a graph in my mind of highs and lows of my life and it's a whole lotta parabolas. I think right now it's at the (0,-16) vertex. I'm sure there're a gazillion people going thru a much hellish life than me and cursing me for wallowing in self-pity.

Within these 2 years, my ability to express myself has inexplicably declining. I have no idea when, but at one stage I completely lost my sense of humour, I assure you it really sucked. I struggled coming up with witty retorts and from there it really just went down. My sentences were left awkwardly hanging when I had the tipofmytoungue syndrome. Words were mangled by tongue-tiedness and occassional jokes were murdered by my lame laughter.
I seriously think it affected some conspicuous part of my brain.

You'd say, geez, you actually sound perfectly fine here yknow, no tongue tiedness or limited vocab whatsoverr.
That's cos I had time to think for words and edit whatever sounded weird or wrong.
Maybe i should add an edit/undo and thesaurus button when I talk so that it solves my problem.

That's it for this nonsensical post which will probably make me cringe when i read it next time!
Bye! And so there Germaine, who says i never update my blog but in fact it is she who does not even visit it!

2008-05-17T00:51:00.000-07:00

have made a silent note that i shall not rant nonsensically and let my emotions, very disturbing ones, i shall say, get the better of me.
I guess it's just cuz the exams were nearing and you all know how exams can screw the most sane person up. Needless to mention for me. Just can't help anticipating for the results next week and I have no high expectations for any subject whatsoever.
With no expectations, comes no disappointments. -will be my mantra next week.
I'm just visualising the worst case scenarios in my mind, but I guess I'm not the only one, hope not heh.
If you're going down, it'll feel hell lot better if you know a whole lot more people're going down with you too.
For now just I'm just waiting in limbo.

Reading the newspapers these days makes my blood boil. It's infuriating to read about the Myanmmar junta behaving like a bunch of manipulative, airheaded, stubborn, nihilistic arses.
Come to think of it, how much can you expect from a bunch of men brainwashed to follow orders from a superstitious, introverted, propagandist, obese old fart, whose highest academic achievement is being a high school dropout.

Stay in school, kids.

Reporters Without Borders, a press-freedom group based in France, recently described Than Shwe as a "notoriously paranoid general" who keeps himself virtually mummified from his own countrymen in the new capital.
Well I say, stay that way!

2008-04-06T00:37:00.000-07:00

I just realised how funny and cheesy I sounded in my previous post.
Don't mind me, I'm a confused and hormonal teenager remember?
It was probably the confusion talking (about confucius.LOL. sorry couldn't help it) in that post.
Tee hee.

2008-03-18T23:11:00.000-07:00

time and again when the need arises, i find solace and comfort in my own thoughts.
I'm my own personal phychiatrist, enemy, motivational speaker, downfall and windfall.

Sometimes I confide in my little brother. Though he's only 9. He understands, or maybe he simply pretends to.
Whether or not, he listens, well. Maybe it's because he's still so young. Simple.

One year older, one year wiser? One year more worries, troubles. And your brain gets one year more complex.
wonder how wise would one be then?

tomorrow's my birthday. I share the same one as my brother, much to the surprise and admiration of many people.
Though I don't really get why. I mean it's all good, celebrating it together. But really after a while, birthdays really lose their meaning to me. Cakes, presents, wishes? The next day it's just going to feel the same as it did when you were a year younger.
To me it's just another day, time passing, though It sounds quite cliche, unfortunately.

It's not as if you're gonna suddenly wake up tomorrow and feel like a completely different person. It's just you and reality again.

------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Sometimes i ask myself what's everyone living for?
Is it really a blessing to be brought to this earth? To go through all the perils and confusion of the world today? A baby, newly introduced to this place, it may seem like a joy to the parents, but they probably don't know what they've landed their precious one into. It's called Earth. Unfortunately, not the best place to be at times like these.

I'm agnostic. It doesn't mean I don't believe in God, but I just am uncertain and have pletiful doubts about it.
Even if there is one, I sometimes think that we're just living in one of his/her experiments.

I don't understand religion. Emotional pillar? Moral standards? Higher being? Life after death? Heaven and hell?

It's just a whole bunch of jargon that gives the illusion of a purpose of religion.
If people keep talking about believing in god and going to heaven if you do when you pass away, then why not just pray, die straight away and go straight to heaven? Wouldn't that save you a lot of trouble rather that going the whole loop of living your life on Earth?
I might come across quite shallow, but I'm just curious.

Why is religion such a previliged thing, such that you'd be better off insulting a person upfront and completely hurting and demoralizing him, rather than even uttering a word about his god? (whom, i may add, may not even exist, or, being and good and forgiving, may have even forgiven you already? Or simply brushed the comment aside as just another petty and cynical remark?)
Religion, like politics, opens the world a whole new spectrum of problems, questions which just doesn't help living an easier task.

"The legitimate powers of government extend to such acts only as are injurious to others. But it does me no injury for my neighbor to say there are twenty gods or no God."
-Thomas Jefferson

Condemn those who do not share the same belief as you? What if they're born into the religion? What if they live their whole lives not even knowing that religion exists?
What about those who know full well about religion and it's 'truth' and yet reject it?
Simply put, I don't agree that one should be judged by his or her beliefs, or lack thereof. But rather of their actions and intentions. Just, simply, the innate nature of the person.

I'm sure devout or even mild Xtians would defitinely have a bible full of arguments against what i've said.
But well, this is just the tip of the iceberg.

"Two hands working can do more than a thousand clasped in prayer."
-- unknown

So bizzare, the thoughts that can flow my head when I'm not noticing.

I hope no one comes here too often, thinking that I've abandoned this place.

2007-10-19T07:06:00.000-07:00

alamak. I sounded like a suicidal/confused teenager in my last post. Last thing I want to be.
but whatever,
I should have been feeling like that today after I collected back my papers, half of them anyway, the massacre's not over just yet.
But I think I took it quite well anyway. I went in with no expectations, so I didn't have any disappointment.

It's a pretty simple strategy to overcome the oh-shit-i'm -getting-back-exam-results-anxiety syndrome.
The symptoms easy to recognise because it's damn nerve wrecking-continuous, whirrrrling, stirrring, gurrgling of the digestive juices in the stomach. You can puke if the need arises.

Well at least I finally found a way to curb the annoying problem.

People in class sometimes tell me that our class is a really competitive and what nots. But I'm not really feeling the heat or whatever they claim it is. The only people who really feel it are those who keep comparing their marks.
Sure, a little friendly competition won't hurt, but keep doing it and you'll start judging yourself by others' standards, which is pointless, actually.

Arguing that comparison keeps people striving for perfection is true, but once you realise that you're not up to par or better than your subject of comparison(your friends lah), you start getting jealous, upset or even depressed.
It might not seem apparent at first, but one way or another, once the cycle starts, it keeps going and going unless you get your head back on properly and start focusing on just your OWN marks. Who cares if the girl next to you gets straight As all the time? Like it's your problem,though it's not a problem exactly.
Nonetheless, if you improved from a D to a B, not that I'm comparing but, that just makes you as good as all the straight A asses all around.
Comparison adds so much unnecessary pressure on people, so much so that we're unable to work at our own comfortable pace because we keep urging ourselves to go faster and faster so we'll be able to catch up with _______(fill in the blank).

Furthermore, isn't bloody annoying when people come up to you and pester you for your marks and start rejoicing and making so much noise like it's Chinese New year when they find out they've done better than you?
Feel free to slap these insensitive farts if need be.
At the end of the day, I'd just like to say that success comes to those who focus on their outcome rather than those paranoid and irritatin' people who spend their time stretching their necks over to people's papers just to satisfy their insecurities.

Well, that's it for my personal counselling session today.

Now, I just need to figure out how to receive the science papers on Mon without having to resort to living in denial.

Cheers! =)

2007-10-18T08:14:00.000-07:00

sometimes I feel like I don't make sense.
Like now.

I mean, like my previous post.
My mind is quite messed up sometimes.

2007-10-17T01:53:00.000-07:00

sorry if the song is too melodramatic. well i like it.
String quartet covers of modern music simply rock.
The weird thing is they call themselves 'Vitamin String Quartet' .
I know, what the?
Reminiscence of Vitamin C? The last thing they'd do is to cover 'Friends Forever'. I'd kill them.

Religious or racial harmony, I've learnt, is simply just a facade.
Sensitive issue? It's the truth my dear, so accept it. I haven't, but the world is far from perfect because human beings make up majority of it.

Sometimes I wish I was a cat, or something else rather than a bleddy homosapien.
Intelligence destroys.

2007-10-11T03:49:00.000-07:00

hooha. moi is back.

after the longest-i think-hiatus of this blog's life. hah. don't worry, there'll be more in the future, i'm sure.

Meanwhile, i've been anticipating my eoyresults. Only one word would describe them...horrendous.
I mean, i'm so prepared to fail a gazillion and one subjects already.

But what's done is done yknow.
I might have spilt the milk already, but we still got another carton in the fridge.
I daydream about receiving my failure papers when I've got nothin to do, it's
I'm just so prepared I think I'll hardly be in shock when I get those dreaded papers.

Well i'm just glad that this aint O lvls. Just means I still got time.
Man, i'm not gonna drop any subjects.

Meanwhile during this longweekend, I watched Lakehouse on HBO twice. I liked the OST by Keane so much, I went to youtube and tubed for Somewhere Only We Know.love that song.
Then I got into my coldplay/thefray/keane phase and started tubing for them all, acoustics and what nots. They're comfort songs.

That's about it during my loserish weekend.but hey, i enjoyed myself.

2007-08-11T01:09:00.000-07:00

ERrr. I don't like starting posts cos usually i need to think of something cool to say. which i am totally not. which is why i have to think.haha haha *snorts* haha. i am like totally cool haha *snortsnort* hahaha.

How's this for a totally k-e-w-l starting,
hey..im chua, nicki chua.
how? cool right? haharhar.

oka, nuff bull from me.

I am not in the mood for pictures, going to school, or anywhere that requires me to show my face. nobody is to come near me and is to strictly stay away from me and only allowed within a 10km radius of me, unless you're visually impaired or the sum of the degrees of both your eyes equate to >1000drgees, then fine, you can come as close as ya want.

No i don't have sars,dengue, chicken pox or anything you'd die from.
Let's just say for now, that i resemble the godess of mercy and leave it at that shall we?
IF you still don't SEE THE PICTURE. i suggest you proceed to the nearest temple and search for the GOM.
If you can't be bothered, google guanyin or stuff liddat. Better yet, ask your mother/auntie/grandma/grandauntie to describe how she looks like.

With all that visualizing, I hope you still won't be able to figure out what i mean.

tata@_@

2007-07-16T06:13:00.000-07:00

I am just bloody depriving myself of a social life.
OH wait. LIke I ever had one.

I got nothing to talk about seriously. Besides anything academic and the fact that I watched Die Hard at 1 am in the morn and Harry didn't live up to all the hype. Do yourself good and just read the book. Don't watch it with little ones lest you want em to start tellin you "I needa pee" 10minutes into the show.
No I'm not talking bout my bro. He was surprsingly engrossed with the movie. Unfortunately, same couldn't be said for his fellow counterparts scattered round the theatre

Uninterstingly mechanical sums up life nowadays. The

2007-06-26T13:55:00.000-07:00

a few decades and a millenium later,

hi i'm nicki and i'm back.
unlike my previous posts, this time i am no way as hell gonna say that i am sorry that i left you to die while i lived my own life.
i'm tired of always being reminded off ll the abrupt endings i left behind. I have too much on my hands now to make a commitment. i won't make another empty hollow promise ever again....it's not you, it's me.
Yeah, i used to really adore you, i did. But now you're becoming quite a burden. i'm sorry my dear.............................blog.

HEH!! I sure hope i misled ya on that.

So right now it's 5am in the morn, i've just finished my physics report and sent to my friend. I was absent today,er yesterday, i mean. Planning to absent myself today again, since i havent slept since the last 24hours. Anyway my MC says "good for 2 days". So i got nothing to be guilty bout. I AM still pretty,quite,slighty,hardly sick.eheh..

now i'm just quite happy that i am temporarily salvaged from the merciless ratrace.

how do you change this template thing. this whole fancy pretty ''ubercool'' oh-my-gawd-i-lurvve-your-blogskin thing is a bit nuts. And it's starting to look so pretentious. not to mention messy.

2007-01-06T07:39:00.000-08:00

sorry sorry.
I'm now ressurecting this pathetic blog okay. so stop complaining you idiots.

I'll update bout Japan when I've more time.

Right now I will devote some time some time to rant about how bleedy strict sch has been, or rather how much MH has spoiled us.

Every morning, we start with Devotions. Some teacher will quote some verse from e bible and elaborate, explain and give some evidence.
Imagine Mr Syed's speech EVERYDAY, on the bright side, they don't speak in a monotonous and beat around the bush way.
They just tell it to your face as it is.

Then we sing the national anthem, (which they have specially adjusted to be an octave higher) where throughout the whole song, the loudest voice you hear is the head prefect saying "School, Please sing louder."

On the first day when they could't play the song, we had to sing w/o music, and honestly it was the creepiest rendition of the national anthem I had ever heard.

Socks pulled up and logos visible.
Detention if homework incomplete.
CWO after school for latecoming.
(I don't know what it means, don't wanna know)
A whole list more. The teachers tell you everyday.
Plus they have pretty annoying prefects to enforce it.1

Anyway, Anne is supposed to be in my class 3/6 which supposedly houses all smartassed straight A's and guai kias.
To further prove the point, half the class are prefects.
But clever sneaky stupid Anne isn't back from Indo yet! Well she's coming back tomorrow anyway.

But she managed to skip the horrendously boring, lame and pointless Sec one orientation which I had to go for, along with the other new sec 2 and 3 students. The only thing i really throughly enjoyed during the whole camp was the food, which I cannot deny, was pretty good.
Thankfully I didn't have to stay over.

I'm glad the whole thing is over now. But hey, next week's sec 3 camp at Sarimbum man.
Sheesh. I know that place like my own toilet already.
Hopefully I'll make more friends there. The people seem friendly but are not that open to us noobies yet.

Catch the next episode, next weekend! I won't be updating everyday from now onwards, I'll be so bloody busy, you'll be lucky enough seeing a new sentence posted here every week.

CIAO people!

2006-12-08T05:04:00.000-08:00

IN EXACTLY 50 HOURS AND 55 MINUTES FROM NOW,

I'll be among the clouds in a Japan Airlines eating sashimi on my way to..Tokyo BABY!!!!

Bubbye awfully humid humidly awful singapore!!

Konichiwa Sushi sashimi shinkansen(bullet train) and fuji-san!

The best part is.......................................................................................

Disneyland Tokyo!!

Sorry, let's try that again.

I said

Tokyo Disneyland!

i know,this pic kinda sucks. couldn find a more magical one lah.

The last time i remember Disneyland was when I was 6, i think, running around in a snow white costume feeling absolutely princessy, but that's all that i remembered damnit!

YAY!

Sayonara amigos!!

2006-12-05T07:13:00.000-08:00

Campteen was so last week.
But anyway I'll just quickly run through the whole thing pronto.

Erm, Race against time..this year Nature Ramble was cancelled...
to much disappointment and protest..
The closest we got to bein dirty was King of the Hill, which we didn't give a shit bout completing. We got mud masks though.
Blahblahblah...

for Amazing race we came back second..............................................
last. On the way back in the bus, we shared lame jokes with the other group and bobby told ghost stories. The gals toilet seemed to be a frequent nightspot for the spookies.
The posessed girl story was tingly...

Campfire was just warm..
with the exception of the 'Dancing Queen' thing. My lovely group pushed me out...but thankfully we were all blindfolded while we danced. Otherwise I wouldn't have danced the way i did. Thank god i wasn't the winner, I told anyone who asked that i was posessed.period.

Disco after the campfire was pretty fun.
We saw Lee Pei(mad scientist loll) shakin her thang. hahhahahhaha.
You had to be there to see how she was shakin LOL! She even did this disco point thing..like point to the sky and pose! She was even doin it on the way back to the campsite...hahahaha. It was a sight.

Movie under the stars was...Madacasgar..kinda disappointingly.
but neh-mind!.i went to the canteen to play the Milo game with the last of the monkshillians...
Especially the name the bra brand, make-up brand..im surprised that some guys were kinda stumped. I thought they woulda aced it. hee.

I had a helluva time tryna persuade girls to let me tell them the story bout the girl's toilet before they went to shower.hahaha.
Then I remembered I woke up 5.30 on the first day and went to the toilet myself, even though it was 2 days ago, it was freaky to know i actually did it.

All in all, campteen was pretty lukewarm this year(for me), but at least this time i collected a jar full of lame jokes.
Can't wait to spread the joy!

2006-11-28T07:16:00.000-08:00

camputeen 06 babeh.
Woo lala!

honestly seriously frankly, last year's was way funner and retardeder and enthusiastic-er. But let's not compare n contrast shall we?

ARGhh, sorry I couldn't resist.

Last year, I was a escapee from Woodbridge.
Group Crazy. Siao ARH!(btw, this year Insane 'coincidentally' had the same slogan-siao arh)

This year, we celebrate free love and world peace.
Group Hippie Hippos.

Last year, all the groups cheered like their life depended on it.

This year, most groups didn't really care whether they died or not.

Okay fine maybe only those juicy jaguars who were extremely enthusiastic cheering bout watermelons, bananas, cherries and rambutans. (Do the cheer with actions for full effect)
Don't look at me, ask those juicy people.
ahem,go figure.

Well this year I came to campteen having high expectations of a fun-filled hyperventilating-10-year-old-lil-kids-running and-screaming-around-the-place kinda fun..Don't get me wrong..it was still fun, but some ppl still weren't shameless enough to let go of their inhibitions and revisit their inner 10year old, and therefore, there wasn't enough lameness and enthusiasm to hype up the place.

BUT complains aside. We da hippies y'all.
Our flag was like so copyright infringement. Lee Pei (mad scientist aka the girl who kept making the head count ppl count more guys and less girls) drew a purple hippo makin this peace sign.
Yao Dong (our instructor) asked us to draw a diaper, almost wanted to write 'I love mom' on it. hahaha.

The flag came in real handy during the Amazing race,cos we'd pass by the Hippo tour bus at least 2wice at each location, so we'd wave the flag at the buses. Walau free adverts okay?
We should have used the Hippo Bus slogan: Be Hip, Go topless.
Hahahaha, I like.

to be continued.....

2006-11-08T02:14:00.000-08:00

I finished For One More Day by Mitch Albom.
If you're looking for something thrilling, engaging, suspense, intense,
this is sooooooooo the book
you should throw away.

But if you're in the mood for tears, nostalgy, lifesuckiness, cliched second chances, go on and pick up the book back from the trash.
If you're a momma's boy, even more reason to!
I'm not saying it belongs to the trash though.
After all, it did cost $32.45.

It's bout this guy who's lost his purpose in life-bankrupt, divorced..
and decides one day to end it.
Unfortunately i think he goes into temporary subconciousness and experiences NDE(near-death experience).
As he supposedly regains conciousness, he sees his mom standing in front of him. By the way, she'd passed away 10 yrs back.

Spends one more day with his mom, and recounting he memories with her. He realises how much he missed her, how he always let her down.
He even made a list of "Times My Mom Stood Up For Me"
and
"Times I Did Not Stand Up For My Mom"
and not being there when she died topped the list.

His mom shows him how much she went through after his dad left her.
He quietly realises how he had let her down.
She saves him from nothingness.purposelessness.
He realises his foolishness and decides to live wiser.
he cherished.

"What causes an echo?"

The persistence of sound after the source has stopped.

"When can you hear an echo?"

When it's quiet and other sounds are absorbed.

Like how something stays it your heart even though its gone, it hasn't died.When it's silent, that's when you start thinking about it.

Never regret what you never got to do.
Or what you had done for that matter.

p/s The whole story was a true account from Charles Benetto, a former world series baseball player. He wasnt trying to convince people about his experience, but merely to share it. With hope that you realise some things too.

2006-11-04T23:42:00.001-08:00

I'm having a hangover. seriously.

1.the disagreeable physical after effects of drunkenness, such as a headache or stomach disorder, usually felt several hours after cessation of drinking.

2.something remaining behind from a former period or state of affairs.

3.any aftermath of or lingering effect from a distressing experience

okaay, i certainly do not have any 'disagreeable physical after effects' and it certainly wasnt a distressing experience.

I was however, heavily alcohol-induced.
haha. I was at a family gathering at my aunt's hse, and evryone was there as usual, being the only one of my age(youngest cuz is 18.man)
I decided to sit there listening to adultspeak.

Listening to a bunch of grown ups talking aint that bad, considering that Uncle Vincent tells really funny and a teeny bit RA stories.
He used to be a head steward at SIA, but it's hard to imagine, since now he's pot-bellied and damn chee ko peh(actually he's always been chee ko peh)

Most of them were drinking and I have tried some before and it wasnt too bad, so I shared some wit my mom.
Before I knew it, I had my own glass.
My uncle was like, Warh! Underage drinking!
Then uncle Vincent went to tease my cuz who's legally allowed to drink(the 18 one), tellin him that I could drink better than him.
Then he poured him a cup asking him to challenge me?
I knew I was in deep shit.

But it was funny i gotta admit, my cousin drank once sip then ate a mouthful of bee hoon. Haha. I'm not mocking him, but my uncle was.

We had 4/5 rounds. I mean of course the bottles were passed around to everyone. okay I wasn't drunk, I could still walk straight, but I saw my face in the mirror and i was flushed bloody red. literally bloody red.

My face was just tinged but my lips looked like I'd just drank blood.
Hahaha. I didn't havta put on any make up, my face looked like it was caked with makeup.
My cousin looked the same and it was funny as hell!

Thank gawd I didn't puke when I got home.
I did, however, have the best sleep of my life.

Ohmygawd. Wine is meant to be enjoyed. Enjoy it, don't be pressured to drink 5/6 glasses just coz some uncle asked you to challenge your 18 year old cousin.

2006-10-29T02:31:00.000-08:00

oh dear.
I'm losing my motivation to blog and it's all you ppl's fault.
I realise that at least 20+ ppl come to my blog everyday but never bother to tag. I need the encouragement, the drive, the apprieciation, lol, okay maybe i just needed an ego boost.

But I mean, if you see ppl tagging you, it shows that they actually bothered to read the whole entry and were interested enough to give a shit and comment on something.

Even if it says,

" SH*T you. egoistic *****, your posts are so narcissistic.Get a life! "

Sorry, that was just some narcissist pretending to be moi.
p/s. nah I'm just kiddin yknow. I'm not gonna sue you if you don't tag, but if you do, I'd appreciate nothing vulgar or senseless.
If you do have to proclaim your hate for me, go on and set up a hate site for me.
However if you are one of those who don't have complete grasp of their mental state and still persist in leaving insults/vulgars, I will merely delete your tags and you'll just be a sad soul obliterated from my tagboard existence.

Oh yeah, i missed big mama's bday party man. Sadly sadly sadly.
I bailed out last minute, yet again.
I so wanted to go, so I could shake my ass and prove to him that mah milkshake is betta than his.

Tomorrow, me will be going to BHS for food-tasting.
Don gimme that completely puzzled wadahell look, but yeah, anyway, will be going there to like taste-test the canteen food.
I don't know what's the point anyway, it's not as if they're really gonna change the food if we go, ewww, vegetables. (not that I have anything against veggies)
But even if we comment, they'll probably just go

" Aiyah. it's healthy okay. just eat, eat, hurry up. We want to serve the deep-fried potato wedges already."

Personally, I'm not a fan of canteen food. Cept maybe just the spaghetti Wednesdays.

I remembered how i ate Chee chong fun during primary school for 1 whole year, or was it 2? Anyway, food was the last thing on my mind during those days, the faster i finished, the more time i got to play catching.

Nowadays, we care more about how much time we can waste eating, so that we won't needa go to class so early.

I don't wanna go tomorrow! I'll get fat!
Lol, nah, it's just that I'm too young to die from food poisoning.

Oh what the hell. If Salihin can eat macs everyday and still convince himself that fries are fibre, I guess I could just hypnotise myself thinking that by eating, I can lose weight.

Ok see ya'll.
I'm gonna burn some calories tmr!

2006-10-25T06:10:00.000-07:00

Ahaha. I'm so bored and so very lazy to do a post..but aneywayy.

Bloody hell i don't wanna talk about today.

Oh yar.
I watched like 2 movies in one day.
Deathnote with ange and friends and The Prestige with family.

Deathnote was not too bad, predictable, but nice.
Considerin that I refuse to read manga or watch anime(I hate the hype), it was pretty good.hm..I wouldn't mind lettin ange drag me to the second one.
3.5mins of applause/5

Prestige was prestigious man!!
It was a great show, and Hugh Jackman is hawt but I don't like Scarlett in that movie. The plot was clever, but if you go back to the basic basic storyline of these 2 guys tryna take revenge on each other by persistently goin to each other's shows to sabo each other's acts and dressed in the most obvious moustache disguises, it's kinda childish and senseless. I was half laughing at some parts.

I was so in the mood to watch Mindfreak when I got home.

fourfrickin minutes of standing ovation/5
watch it!watch it!

Oh so sad, tomorrows gonna be de last official day of sch in mhss..
Even as I write this, tears are like streaming down my face...
okay maybe not really and I doubt I'd even get emotional tomorrow.

I'll be comin back to school hell loads more anyway, so what's there to weep about?

Still considerin whether to go to Charlie's strip party this wkend..hm..
haha well it's not literally a strip party, but Charlie's hostin it, so it might as well be-complete with the hired strippers! hahaha..
How bout Eve's chalet? Considering also.. but I'd change my mind if she'd waiver the $10 bux for the BBQ.heh.

I dunno man, go chalet, talk cock sing song, it's not very productive.
Then again, when have we ever been?

Go strip club, seeing charlie shakin his thang, kinda horny and sick.
Then again, when has he never been?

2006-10-19T05:32:00.000-07:00

Who's your daddy?
Papaphobia- Fear of the Pope.

Follicularly fearful.
Peladophobia- Fear of bald people.

Single and would rather stay that way.....for the rest of their lives.
Philophobia- Fear of falling in love or being in love.

He who socializes with fugly people
Venustraphobia- Fear of beautiful women.

Stays away during Oktoberfest and is allergic to Nazis.
Teutophobia- Fear of German or German things.

Um.amputation is an option.
Levophobia- Fear of things to the left side of the body.

Hippopotomonstrosesquippedaliophobia- Fear of long words.
Stupidly ironic.

Moron.
Chrometophobia or Chrematophobia- Fear of money.

Ze Alpha-male
Cherophobia- Fear of gaiety.
tralalalala...!

HAHA.don be a hobo.
Hobophobia- Fear of bums or beggars.

Possibly the most ridiculous of all. WTF.
Arachibutyrophobia- Fear of peanut butter sticking to the roof of the mouth.

Full list of phobias @ www.phobialist.com
Laugh yourself silly!

2006-10-16T01:37:00.000-07:00

I'D RATHER GO BACK TO SCHOOL

Do you have any idea how tormenting it is to be stuck at home for four fugly days?

I feel like a slob. Staying at home spending half my time sleeping or slugging away searching for food.

I think the most exciting thing that happened was brushing my teeth.

Oh! oh yeah, I went to Aunty Linda's place yesterday
to visit uncle roland. He kinda had something like a stroke, but not an actual stroke, the other day and that isn't a very pleasant thing. not pleasant at all. nono not at all.

haha.that sounded so goofy.

but anyways, we went there during dinner time, when we hadn't had dinner yet. I was dying for food and ready to pounce on the table of food on their table already, but we weren gonna eat there.
So i took my mind off by watchin the Chinese drama on TV.

Thank god a few minutes later we already into a juicy convo. Turns out my cousin's getting hitched this december 23. What a date to get married, days before X'mas. But they've only started datin for 3mths? Round there.
No, they're not that desperately in lurrve.
Accordin to my aunt, they were classmates and terence(my cuz) told her that if he was still unmarried now, he'd marry her.

Haha, cheesy i know. But man, that's pretty sweet you gotta admit.

So here they are now, engaged.
But come to think of it now, I think he was planning for the future, like a " just in case i'm still single emergency thing." Wah like a reserve. hahaha..

Terence was talking to me and he said
"Whoa. You've grown up alot. Voice changed so much."

" ....,(in a wtf-ed tone) you mean my voice sounds much lower izit?"

"Since the last time I heard, it's changed."

I dunno what to say. I'm not a guy, dude. If you want to make it a point that i've grown up,don't have to use my voice as an example. I'm not flattered..
Haha, but I forgot to mention, his wife-to-be looks really pretty and sweet, no wonder he chose her as a 'reserve'

So that's it. I secretly miss being a flower girl like when I was 7. SHHSH. Don't tell!
muahaharrh.

Tata!

2006-10-13T03:49:00.000-07:00

They say laughter is the best medicine, sure, but laughter needs to come from a source, otherwise, laughing for no reason would be considered an illness then eh?

So the only obvious source of laughter online would obviously be,sorry to say, youtube.
I stumbled across these two guys who hail from China but are anything but cheena-ish.
Can't copy the embedded here, so here's e link.
Is that gay or is that gay?

LOL! The song is already funny enough, and they had ta rub it in.
But it's hilarious and good entertainment.
Heck even Jessica Simpson linked them on her official webbie, so i officially got nothing to say.
It's a difficult skill, to master the art of lip-synching the entire song and look like you really are singin it and feeeelin it.haha..

They're called the Backdorm boys as a, uh, 'tribute' to the Backstreet bums, cus that was e first song they sync-ed.

Hahaha..the funniest thing is that while these two are synching themselves away to youtube stardom, almost evrytime, there's this guy in the background on his computer, completely oblivious to it all.
Watch their don't lie vid too..
Everytime i hear public affair, i really can't supress my laughter. Don't ask me why.

Maybe it's cos of the video where Ryan Seacrest stars as the chaffeur and says : " I wanna be so famous that my hair stylist gets his on show on bravo(somthin like that)! "

Or maybe because of the twinkly twinkly starting of the song.
Or maybe because after this song, Paris finally has some competition.

I dunno man. But if you wanna make me laugh, just play it.

2006-10-11T23:57:00.000-07:00

I miss mugging my ass off.tsk.
Who knew spending 6hrs everyday processing useless pieces of information and trying to get them into your head while eating KFC, starbucks and popcorn could invoke such a strong feeling of nostalagia?

i'm missin ze muggin.
I feel so empty. So lonely.
No more textbooks or mindmaps or past year papers.
What's worse?
No more vanilla steamed milk, no more hot chocolate with whipped cream. No more pastamania, no more distgusting salty popcorn.
(nice meh evelyn? Only encourages more water retention.bwaha.)

Who knew it could be so weirdishly kinda fun studyin with ange, eve and syafiaqah. Such a crazy retarded but hardworking bunch.

And who knew, through a week, I could come up witha business plan that would have made me richer than Charlie's whole collection of Armani.

I was doing my mindmapping which of course made em go, tsk tsk, aiyo.
Few days later, Syafiqah is carbon copying mine.
Then I asked them, if I did these, and sold it to you ppl for a buck a piece, would you buy it?
Sya was like yeah yeah yeah!
If only I'd thought of it earlier, I woulda made enuf money to buy my way to A1s. heheha. pardon my lameness.

Ange n gang made frens with these two donation dudes, who became their tuition dudes.
I didn go that day, so I had to endure their gushing over the cute chinese guy who takes A maths and the other guy who says chi beh uses very colourful language.
Though I got to meet the chi beh-guy on another day, haha he looked kinda stick-ish and concave-ish. ifyouknowadimean.

O dam, needa do art prep now. I hate my art.
But I love yours, ange. (*ahem* incidentally, I haven't started on prep work and I could use some, erm, help yah? *ahemahem*)

Urgh. I sound rellay pathetic so I'll go complete mine masterpieces now.

2006-09-24T22:16:00.000-07:00

ahhh. how good it feels to be back online. at least for now, before my guiltness kicks in again.
Everyone else is probably studying their asses away, and everytime I switch on the TV, pick up a copy of 8days, Lime or even straits times, I feel guilty because I know I should be studying my ass off too.
Heck I even feel guilty sleeping.

So today, armed with a truckload of txtbooks, I isolated myself at city hall starbucks for 5 frickin hours, resulting in 2 vanilla lattes.potato salad.warm chocolate cake and hot cocoa with whipped cream!
Oh marhhhh gawdd.

Whoa, i tell you, it's like committing all 7 deadly sins all at once. Didn't seem like a torturing study session. Nope, not at all.
No matter how evil and deceiving the algebraic equations were.
But i got a teeny bit frustrated cos my beloved nano wasnt with me.

Anywaay. Watching SI. I don't care whether Jon wins or not, because as the corny saying goes, at this point, they're all winners.
Personally, I feel that Jon has the more unique voice, tho no doubt that Hady has 'the voice'.
Hady's more a dime in a dozen, where you can find many singers with his kinda vocal powress. but not many singers have Jon's signature baritone, low n sexayy voice and the moves ta go along with it. Not to mention the bloody intense goosebump-raising stare.
I like.

I want to talk more. But once again, I am feeling guilty guilty guilty.
Actually, I just realised that I have a shitload of work left undone.
So Tatas...

On a closing note, I'd like to say,
not all emo kids are depressed and whiney. Some are happy, immature, bouncy kids.
I think that will be my next entry.

2006-09-17T02:05:00.000-07:00

wow guys.

I havent blogged for a few days and before we know it, I totally missed one whole crucial episode of the korean drama. tsktsk.

Anyway, its just the usual stuff as anyone wud expect. Nothing new.

Even hollywood catfights ala lindsey-mischa-paris-or other etc socialites have more interesting stuff to argue bout. Air-headed as they are, they still have the brains enough to argue other things besides boyfriends.
Like, who re-wore the Prada dress to yesterday's fundraiser,

It's starting to bore me, I think I'd rather stick to channel 8 dramas.erm, okay neway, nuff BS again.. shall talk about more blogworthy stuff.
I'm so sorry to have wasted 40 seconds of your life back there.

But back to business.
Checkout these acapella people man! Kickin!
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_ip3pYy8Svo
That was..
Acapella on power rangers theme song..
Haven't heard that in years. Man was it bloody cool and funny.
See em jumping like retards at the chorus. loll.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=q-nSIO7uXzU
Mr Brightside..

Here's something we'd all know..
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mjcu_1sXXgs

I'm gettin the urge to beat box after watching em.
Second thought, I don't wanna be covered in spit.

They sound kickin good. kickin kickin good.
If our choir stood next to them, they'd sound completely tone-deaf and horribly off-pitch. No offence guys.

Tata..

2006-09-12T22:34:00.000-07:00

Sekolah reopen..tolong lah.

So anyway...the usual stuff..a flight of stairs late to assembly..p.e with kara and his ego..math with mr chan and our retards.

ahh...how much I've missed em..

not.

Suprisingly. Ms yeoh actually continued with the debate on mon. I thought she wasn't going ta continue.was suprised she even remembered.

-Round one-
*DING!*

Darren's vs. Sheng Rong's.

Debate topic- Should humans be saved from extinction?

I know. How erm, controversial.
It's like debating whether you should commit suicide or not.
In this case, we should, for coming up with such a ridiculous debate topic

Aren't there better and more important topics to debate about?

Like, should literature classes be out of bounds to Ms chang?
or
Is eugene really gay?

Nuff of this BS anyway.

So anyway as expected, Darren won. Pretty much beacuse of Darren obviously, his group couldn't have won cos of Keith and Michael's bullshittin. Micheal actually took bullshitin 2 a whole new level that we din even know existed.

Doing his 'interrogating' on the audience, not supreme court, puh-lease.

Oh yea h and the last part when Ms yeoh and Chang were determining the winning team, they had their own internal debate too.

It was bloody funny watching em 2 arguing..
The first time Msyeoh din give in to changchang. YAY ms yeoh. lol

2006-09-10T03:30:00.000-07:00

Caught Akeelah and the Bee..

Hmm. Perhaps I underestimated this family film. I thought it'd be the typical normal girl in small town goes to big city and wins! urgh.

But thank god i was like wrong, sorta anyway. The plot is predictable but the storyline was really warming and wits. The couple next to me like offered me tissues. haha. It's not that teary, but enough to jerk a few tears.

But I learned how ta spell b-u-t-t.
And a whole lotta words that I don't know nor give a damn bout.

And here's an excellent excuse for that peck on the cheek.

" Er, I had a sudden impulse?.."

if that fails, then just gotta bite the dust..

" Will you sue me for sexual harassment?! "

Sure to get giggles and perhaps if lucky(and abit of vodka.jk.) a peck back.
*And there ya go! Gettin away scott-free..

Just a few excerpts from this strictly-no-ghettotalk movie.
Go catch it. It's pretty good.

*Disclaimer: Please note that the contents is for your sole entertainment purpose only. The blogger will not be liable for any physical damage caused on any idiot ['s balls] stupid enough to use these excuses on any self-respecting female. All rights reserved
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Thanksverymuch.
Tata..

2006-09-08T23:21:00.000-07:00

These few days, have been studyin like siao.
Evryday goin out to Macs, Burger King, then find a small cosy isolated place and mug for the the rest of the day.

I cud only study my one and only favourite *choke* subject, math. Cos that was the only tb i remembered to salvage from our ever 'spacious' locker.damnit.

nerding at macs.

If you were observant enough, you'd have seen 2 inches of a gameboy and my brat's hand. He was supposed ta b muggin too. but secretly sneaked his GB along.

And while my mom went window shoppin, he took it out and with an evil laugh, he started playin..

Unlike his dearest sister, he is unfortunately not gifted in the area of english, sacarsm or wit.

But don't fret just yet!

It turns out that he his like the complete total opposite of her, instead, he is a total genius in math.
Always gettin full marks in his tests and coming home to brag to anyone and evryone who cares enough to listen.
Which means mom n dad.

Usually I just express my mock surprise when he gets 15/15 while I'm stuck with 15/ 25.

Like this,

*GASP*

-End of mock surprise-

Haha, nah, I'm not that cruel. I just do that 50% of the time. hee.

Anyway, this is just a misrable attempt to make muggin sound interesting.

Skiving off during muggin
Camwhoring!

I refused to take any because of the recent breakout which I think may have been caused by the durian that I reluctantly consumed yesterday nite.
My dad convinced my to try cos its supposed to be 'solid' one.

See lah. Dam solid lah.

2006-09-06T04:29:00.000-07:00

..Cont'd

Why was ms yeoh smilin like mad?
You tell me why she wouldn't be?!

Haha yeah right.

Instead she was stuck with this..
but hey , that LV bag might have been pricey ..
but this is priceless..where else would you be able to buy a box full of our apprieciations and crazy but still apprieciative rants??

We even put Ms Yeoh's pic on the front cover!

Look!

Eh l

What you didn't see..

Falend and deb doing monk's hill getai..

Can't get enuf of dancing..
Tok tok qiang...

Stop it lah.

" I think we scared the ghosts away already! "
I think they did.

Happy Teachr's Day! In true Monk's Hill style.

2006-09-01T08:30:00.001-07:00

I know this post is like, way past due. but hey, it's MY blog ok?
Soshutup and read.

Yest was like
"Sure late lah, neh mind dad, drive slower."
Was like a bloody tsunami outside.

Thought I'd be late, but thanks to my trusty chauffeur -i mean, dad-
when I got to school, it looked like half the sch wasn't there yet.
And many people looked like dey'd been freeloadin on the rain as their shower. All they needed was shampoo.

Anyway, the nite before i stayed up til god-knows wad time, to do Ms yeoh's prez. But it don really matter how long i took to do evrything cos it's for Ms Yeoh, and I wouldn't mind not sleeping. So it don matter how late it was.

Ok, I slept at 3.
lol.

Teachr's day was actually like, dam enjoyable.
Aces day was um, embarrasing cos i had to stand like
front and centre. That was really easy on my nerves.
Nevertheless, anyway w/o my specs, I'm literally half-blind and the crowd looked like a bunch of dummies tryin ta copy our moves.
So of of course, some ppl wud think that it was gay.

Had e hse games in the hall since the field was submerged in the pouring tsunami outside.
We had a great spectatin area at the gallery, which was actually better than the shaded tents set-up at the fields. Which were good-for-nothin by then.

First game was Nick of time, honestly, before the game, I had not a stinkin idea how to play. But anyways and pretty amazingly, we got like first. haha. I think it was cos we were pretty calm throughout the whole thing, unlike the other hses, they were kinda like.
omigod hurry!omigfgod quick quick!!

But Haha it was so fun cos we won!
But apparently that would be the only game that we were goin to win for the rest of the day.

Afta dat was musica chairs. At first it was like waddahell so many dam ppl. But as time went by, we were left with bo neh bu xueting (amazingly) and some valour gal, yeah babe.

But LO and behold, though xueting bo neh, she sure got one fast ass. And with a swift movement of xt's ass, vig got their first stinkin victory.

I think that was about the only 2 games i really rmbered.
Oh yeah, one more was tug-o-war. I thought we'd win, cos ours team consisted of 99.9% (Charlie just outta hnf a fewweeks ago) HNF people.

Our team looked dam garang. We were resting our hopes on their strong gravity pull.
But, alas, for reasons I cannot fathom, victory, with all them thin thin ppl, won us.

Then it was guardin the balls. The name of the game makes me wanna cry laughin. Dunno what balls they should guard.

Capt's ball was uh. well it sucked, vig won. as usual.
well anyways, after all that was tchr's day quiz.
And it din look like anyone gave a dam whose bag, what stuffed toy, whose constipation pills..lol.

Finally, the highlight of the day..
tchr's day concert started with Hendry, his voice and the guitar.
singin ooh lalala...
dang, he's good.

Next up was, actually i can't rmb the order of performances.
but nevermind, anyway next up according to my pics..
It's us at a taiwanese pop concert!

Lame-haha sorry. We were tryna b enthusiastic bout it, evryone around us had ta b wet blankets and spoil the fun by being stones.

uh, like, what the..

he's walking like he just had constipation.

Finally. phew.

Then it was the bra saleman, flaunting his 'assets'..(or so he thinks he has them).
I suspect that he was secretly wearin a nike sports bra for extra support with all that vigorous shaking all around.

Anyways quoted frm his blog..

"Miss y's face was glum and full of jealousy when we were dancing, a rumour, but i dunno true not."

Well Charlie, it might just have been true.
But she, wasnt jealous cos yr dance was like nicer or what.
It's cos she saw you "breasting and shaking and gaying and sexilyin" your moobs (man-boobs, which you don actually have), very unprofessionally.
I think she was turned off by your noob-ism. And jealous cos you had the nike bra she wanted.

See.Shake and emphasize on your nike bra.

How not to accentuate your curves 101.

Haha enuf bitchin. Charlie's dance was entertainin, but not as entertainin as ours. hah.

Ellen and Arif singin

Someday we'll know if lurrve can move a mountain

Someday we'll know why I wasn't meant for youuu.

Someday Ellen will win Singapore Idol.

and someday Arif will know the difference between singing and talking.

BARACUDA Bakuteh..something that sounded like that anyway.

It was catchy and kickass. What more can I say? But thanks to the totally "enthusiastic" audience, our efforts to groove to da beat made us look like idiots.

I look pretty retarded smiling like mad. Ms yeoh was a bit mad(as in crazy) that day too.

And how can we blame her? Find out what she was goin crazy abt

stay tuned.. for more juicy behind the scenes scandalicious pics!(because right now the pics arent loading yet AGAIN.)

2006-08-27T23:00:00.000-07:00

I have no time to blogblab.
So, I hired some part-time bar-top dancers for your sole entertainment.
So, meanwhile, Charlie and gang shall entertain you with their professional pole/bartop/japanese dancing.

that's your exclusive preview of your tchrs day performance! Aren't you looking forwad to it so much? I am.

I just put that there cos I was init for about, like, 1.5secs.

2006-08-26T00:30:00.000-07:00

I know I promised a 'fotofilled' entry.
But I have a feeling called "notinthemood" too, and right now it's working its shit.

I'm just in my "notinthemood" mood.
So today you shall hear me moan groan complain about why I'm
"notinthemood".

Firstly, I had a sore throat at the start of the week which was pretty frustrating. I had to drink a MUG of saltwater evry morning to soothe my throat,
literally, salt mixed with water. In case you're wondering, it actually works.
So, if I have to experience the taste of drowning in the sea for my voice back,
oh well.

- Ok that was yesterday, typed that halfway and my notinthemood mood was really going up so i had to stop blabbin.-

Fortunately, today i am back to norm again
I won't procrastinate, hesitate, discriminate, salivate or anything with ate.
Let's get this shit.
Photolog lah.

Okay ya know what? The pics hate me or something, they're not loading.
So, sorry people.
Meanwhile you shall have to bear with the mediocre Tchrs day note i wrote for Ms yeoh.We're compliling a bunch of articles from evryone and I'm writing whatever I can think of, in this one it's her fash sense.
It's kinda bootlicking but hey, Teacher's Day okay? Just do whatever it takes as long as they're happy, since it's just one day(muahaha).
So enjoy!

Until a certain species called the "Ms Yeoh" came into the knowledge of mankind, teachers and designer labels were like Hugo Boss is to Bossini.

After being taught by countless teachers, many had come to a devastating conclusion that

"Teachers have zero fashion sense"

As in zilch, kosong sotong, big fat egg -> 0.
From Opiang office shirts to auntie attire and dry-fit shirts that are anything BUT dry, I could go on and on and on and..but I'll spare you the agony.

What more could these teachers come up with to frighten the living daylight out of us innocent unsuspecting and totally fashion-concious students?!!

It was another new school year and evryone felt fashionably frightened as we were anticipating the fashion disaster we were going to be distraught by for the rest of the year..
She stepped in wearing *gasp* Gucci and ferragamo heels!

It was Coco Chanel's(deceased) gift from fashion paradise to us, poor style-malnutritioned students.
" Ms Yeoh" continued to stun us throughout the years with her ever-changing stylish wadrobe from boho chic to office hip.

We were finally saved from the fashion illiterate who couldn't tell the difference
from boho and hobo by this fashion immaculate angel from runway heaven.

As my cliched story ends,
fashionably ever after..

2006-08-20T08:05:00.000-07:00

Alotta stuff going on these days..too much for me to go thru all at once.
Went to Sci ctr yest and dance pract at moi hse today.
Took alotta self-indulging photos. Too many. And too little time to settle evrythin at once..no time alrite!no damn time...

Piano exam is this thurs and I'm still playin like crap.
So I've got no choice but to sacrifice my blogblabbing time for finger excerise.
Anyway I promise a fotofilled entry once im done..just cut me some slack this week.
I know my piano teacher will ask me if I'm having a fever after I say this,
but,
I am going to get a stinkin distinction cert for piano!
You laugh.

As the corny saying goes,

"You can if YOU BELIEVEE!"

I know you're cringing now.

Anyway i've distrubuted all my photos to evryone. so u'd probably see more at their blogs..still don 4get to check bak at the end of this wk, for a juicy fotofilled entree. cyas..

2006-08-14T22:50:00.000-07:00

Pics for the poor souls who din manage to catch the fireworks..
All these pics from the comfort of my balcony, a full unobstructed beau-tay-ful
view of the fireworks.Oh yeahhh.
It's ok, you can hate me now.

PHOTOLOG!
Wave your hands and say
"BAH! FINALLY DAMNIT!"

Where are the dam fire works? How come so bright one?
Neh-mind, I zoom in and see whether can see..

Sigh..can only see my handsome face..nevermind

mariKITAHH lah yah singapuRAH..

haha look at those pathetic ppl have ta park their cars there to see..
and if u look closely, there's alotta ppl crowded across the river..just to see the fireworks..i almost feel sorry for them, almost.

Yay! Wave to the uncle in the copter, and who cares if he can't see you?!

waahh.
I could hear my spastic neighbour from next door's balcony screamin as if they'd neva seen fireworks from their hse bfore,naturally, with the help of little brat, we screamed back and the firework session turned into a
we-are-more-suaku-than-you competition.
I felt so patriotic.
oh wait still got arh!

I hope you're jealous already. yah?
yahlah of course you r.

TIL THEN..

P.S (POOT/PFFT shirley)
Who's blog is dead now? Huuuuuh?

2006-08-11T07:18:00.000-07:00

I'm so glad I'm living on beach rd.
Can see a 180 degrees paranomic view of all the fireworks. They're so beautiful and I don't think anyone ever gets tired of watching them.
Right? Right? Jealous yet?
Course you are. lol.

Anyway today was so overwhelming, heck I din have time to even feel tired.
Did sat nite feva from 12.30 to 3 which is like...urh..2-and-a-freaking-half-hours
Bloody hell, wonder how we're gonna remember all those pointless moves.

Then went to Ange's house round 3-thirthay.
to learn the dance moves from her and after another 1 freakin hour, I gottit!
Yay! Haha tupid.

Oh yeah, on the way to Ange's hse, saw a getai just at the carpark. It's kinda freaky for me. Bit creepy...

Then halfway learnin e dance from ange, Keith rang moi.
Goin jammin' this sunday again!

Yay, I like it there, it's really cool.
Though the room's preety small, but the keyboard, electric guitars , drums , amps and the whatever big-big complicated plug box make up for that.
And since now kenneth has gotten de piano score(finally..), we can finally make some sensible and bee-uu-tii-ful muzika. yay!
And can you believe it, 60(freaking)bucks for 8 puny pages of a piano score,
(Plus shipment, handling, taxes and GST, MSG.. blah blahblah)
it was pretty much a rip off.

After that we learnt our lesson,

Music shops are for the filthy rich,
Ebay is for the filthy cheap.

Glossary
filthy rich- indos
filthy cheap- financially challenged, lesser mortals like us.

Convo with Keith:

Moi: Eh yah so sunday rite? OK can.

K: Oh yah forgot to tell you, just now me and mike went jammin, then we anyhow playplayplay until we made up a song leh! Very nice eh!

Moi: Oh really har? *Highly skeptical*

K: Yah! Play on sunday for you all to hear lah!

Moi: Ok..see you, don forget to tell the guys to come okay?

K: Yes ma'am.

Moi: Gd boy.

Sry if you felt that was pretty lame and pointless but it just popped outta nowhere so I just decided to throw here.
Can't wait to hear their 'very nice song'.
Does that mean that if I go in there and anyhow singsingsing, it will also suddenly sound very nice?
OOh.
I shall try on sunday...
*evil cackle*

2006-08-08T21:51:00.000-07:00

National Day celebs today.

And after that was POP.
Oh yeah, I got some cadet award for guides during the Prize Presentation. Along with jasmine, chanel and the dua neh bus.

Eve was pretty disappointed that she didn't get any,
but I don't think not getting a $10 popular voucher is anything worthy to be disappointed about, if that's any consolation.

But it's the recognition you get that counts actually, and you don't need to march up in front of the whole UG just to be recognised as a good guide.(ha, sounds cute). You're already recognised by all of us in MHGG eh?

Yeah of course, all those times we hear ppl calling..

"EVELYN!! Help me tie scarf!! "

I'm guilty of course.

You mighn't have gotten that stupid $10 popuplar voucher, but you got something way better- our nod of approval.

Which is waay betta than the $10 popular voucher, which I foresee will be abadoned at a dark corner of my cupboard, and only to be retrieved months later, expired.

So I hope this was consoling enough for you, miss suwati, considering the effort I put in to think up all this bullshit.
Ok lol it's not bullshit cos it actually makes pretty good sense.
So, you're welcome.

Anyway we didn have Sat Nite Feva, cos we told kara that we'd be exhausted and tired after POP, which is abit of a lie, beacause I was still prancing around after that.
But heck, we still got free pizza and ice-cream so all's good. HAha..
We had group photo taking, which was very squeezy and highly uncomfortable.

After all the formal ones.. shirley and xueting taught me the tricks of their trade, their trademark, hand on boobs picture. Ok it sounds pretty gross, but in the actual thing it's dam funny.
It's a pity I din bring my cam and I donno who's got e pics yet so can't upload em..But will do asap, if I manage to get them anyway.

Overall it was pretty enjoyable for our last National day in MHSS..
awwwwwwwwwwwwwwww......

2006-08-07T06:17:00.000-07:00

My posts are laggin a little these days. Too. Much. Work.

Stayed back to practice for Tchrs day gain today.
And once again, my blood pressure went flying high.
Imagine shouting for 4 hours straight, intermittenly.

Like the POP commanders, except that I was shouting evry 2 minutes.
And I still managed to keep my voice, so amazing. Maybe I should try doing POP commands. hahhaha.

Still kinda worried bout the performance cos we're still a little off..and coordinating with the instruments..
argh, shall not worry lah..can't afford to lose it right now.

Ok, so tomorrow is National Day...wheee..yay!
Not. Cos it's national day and what does that mean?
It means, Passing On Parade. The final damn thing, finally.
But that sucks, cos it means afta that we won't be seeing Dua Neh Bus (Xt and Sm) already..aww...whhhyyy..

Evelyn's gonna get emo. And I'll need to find a way to break the cornyness and stop myself from gettin emo too.

Oh shit, I forgot, I'm havin Sat Nite Feva after POP. Urghh..oh well at least I know there'll be a bunch of us doin it.
All for one and one for all.
In this case, lame for one and all for lame.
Yeah babe. LOL.
Besides, we get free pizza from kara, so what's there to lose?

Yaaaaaay!
(Do it the 3 year old style with your hands up in the air)
Cya ppl tmR..

2006-08-05T00:47:00.000-07:00

Our last dam rehearsal for POP today.
Despite going all the way to Newton HC to eat chicken rice with evelyn,syafiqah, joveina n jasmine, I felt so drained by the time we started marching.

For the first time,
I really cannot lah.
But the rehearsal was inevitable so I didn't have a choice.

Thank god this is the last rehearsal anyway. Now we can just get over with the real thing and it'll be end of story, the end.
At first it felt so grand, then it was bloody tiring, now it's just boring.

But I'm gonna miss the Dua Neh Bu and Bo Neh Bu..so sad..nobody to mock at about their nehs after that.
Hopefully the bye-bye parteh would be memorable.

Eve got kinda emo today. During the passing on part. She kept telling me
" I feel like cryiiinng..."
I couldn't take it because I didn't know whether she was crying or laughing, or both.
So if you can't beat em, join em.
Will miss you lots n lots Xt and Sm..

Tried to keep the whole update short and that's de best I could.

This thought just randomly came into my mind today...

All the small critisisms our friends tell us from time to time sometimes tend to hurt us unknowingly(to them). Because we don't want to let it get to our heads, we just brush them off as a jokes.

Sometimes they're so direct and blunt you just can't help but feel so hurt. You can't believe that they could actually think that way.
The catch is, the closer the person is to you, the greater the impact is.

You feel like telling that person that it hurts you, but in the end you decide not to. You don't know why either. You just don't want to, probably.

Sometimes we're so open that we forget to be sensitive, that other people still feel. I hope I haven't been like that, cos I know the feeling is so awful.
Dam gotta run..

Tata ppl..

2006-08-02T22:30:00.000-07:00

We've finally reached the topic of blogging during Eng lesson.
Well it's about time.

Sooooo, we were talking bout how blogging has encouraged a "me.com" generation. Basically a self-indulgent generation of bloggers,publishing an online diary accessible to the entire web community and talking bout what they did and why and blahblahblah about their life.

A common definition of 'blog' is an online diary. A place where they supposedly post their "personal" thoughts and comments, a platform for their 'freedom of expression'.

It's a place where we can FINALLY be heard among the sea of voices in society.

There are probably 2 generic types of bloggers.

The "My life and me" bloggers

These are the ones who are probably the most guilty of the self-indulgence and pointless gabberings about their boring life. They typically bitch about their daily activities like why they just argued with their boyfriends or how well their anorexic diet plan is working.

Criminals: Mostly tweens and teens like you and me

Guilty as charged: Well I admit that I've done some bitching here and there. But I'm not completely obessesed with my life and do talk about general topics from time to time.

The "Political and World Issues" blogger

At least these people give blogging a bit more credit and are at least have more purpose than the "mylifeandme" blogs. They talk about ongoing issues of society and world political issues and show their insights on the topics.

Whodunit: Middle-aged adults, mostly.

Guilty as charged: I don't read the political ones much, but I do read the ones on society issues. I can relate to those more because it affects people from all walks of life. For politics, I still can't read past the first two lines and not let my mind wander. In a few more more more years maybe?

To the self-indulgent bloggers, blogging is probably just a passing trend on the net. People can leave comments on the entries after reading them. And many bloggers, after reading the comments, get a boost of their egos. These people are so narcissistic (Excessive love or admiration of oneself) that they are disillusioned into the fact that people are interested in their pointless ramblings. The comments just feed the egos of these "bloggers" and encourage them to continue posting.

While blogs have many purposes, some of which can be useful, many have abused the accessiblity and liberty of it. Some even posting nude pics and "homemade vids"

The whole idea of a blog itself is a neutral thing. It is how the bloggers put it to use that determines the whether it is just another superficial fad or an advancement of the net.
It would be sad if it was just another passing trend.

So much for this post. Haha, I'm blogging about the harmfulness of blogs.
In Ms Chang's words " How Ironic ! "
Yay. Ok Ms Yeoh you can grade me on this as an essay and we'll skip the rest of the assignments alright? Yeah rite. lol.

Tata..

2006-08-01T22:39:00.000-07:00

Wah. The past two days have been an equivalent to 5 hours of POP rehearsals.

In short, it's been giving me a slight concussion and was dam tiring.

Yesterday we stayed back for the Tchers Day rehearsals, and man, what can I say? The Drama, baby. But we still have a long way to a smooth show, lotsa preparations still..got kinda worried afta we ended yest cos was afraid we won't make it..but all you guys assured me it'd be ok..neways you guys r e best lah.

$30 bucks for the high sch musical piano score. Tsk tsk, such a rip-off. I mean of course it's plus the shipment cost. But I bet if it were on Ebay it'd be bloody cheaper. Nevermind, at least after splittin within the class it's cut down to $2 per person.

Notice how vague the description of the Tchers Day thing is..I'm not spillin anything or else there won't be no surprises nemore.

Okay today..
Yeah did saturday nite fevarr. Lol was doin the ACES Day workout thing with Charlie, Faris, Germaine, Arnold and well Hakim was supposed to be there but cos of NPCC. Anyway, I'm er finally gettin the hang of it and it doesnt feel so lame anymore. I though it wouldn't take more than an hr or something, but it lasted for like, 2 hours.

Well partly cos charlie,me and germaine were held hostage by nasi lemak(it's not a person. Really mean the food.) at the CC.
But Charlie was kidnapped by 2 plates of nasi lemak. So blame the two plates of nasi lemak.

But it was pretty fun actually. I mean besides Charlie and Faris's gay dancing, it was fun. lol.

Doin the guides soveiniers tmr..man..
I'm overworking again. But my adrenaline's rushin so I'm actually findin it preety fun ..

So much for todays post..I'm practically draggin myself to slog on this keyboard. If I could, I'd bang my head on the keyboard now cos I can't find anythin to type. And now I starting to realise that I'm spoutin alotta weird crap at this point of time so I shall stop now. LOL. I'm soo sorry.lol

Tatas...

2006-07-29T22:42:00.000-07:00

It feels good to be blogging again. For nearly 2 weeks I had to where to pour my crazy mutterings and rants. I can't do that to my friends, they'd kill me, or be killed by my words.

Here I can argue as much as I want, and I won't piss a person.
If I actually argue with people, they'd be dead in seconds.

No, their heads won't explode.
As in, their blood would overboil, their face will turn bright red, they'll strangle me,
Then their heads will explode.

To be honest, I was nearly too lazy to blog cuz there was just nothin comin outta my head. But i slogged to the com anyway and started typin a few letters and within a few secs, all this crap just began pourin out. I haven't lost it yet. hah.

Anyway, speaking of boiling blood, exploding heads and strangling me, I know many people have experienced that, with me, to me. Anyway it was with me around.

Like for example, angie, I get on her nerves, ALOT.
Haha it's a 2 way thing actually. But we kiss and make up(not LITERALLY, mind you) the end. With ange and closer frens sometimes I do it on purpose lol.
But other times if I do, it's never on purpose. Sometimes I get a teeny bit self absorbed yeah..and blur. I'm just being honest and like I always say, the truth hurts. It's corny but it's true. Most of the time I'm actually just sacarstic(yay!). But I don't use my sacarsm as a weapon, mostly just humour and a little self-defence.

I know how hurtful and insensitive sacarsm can be when misused cos I 've experienced it too.
When I'm angry with someone, I don't go around passing sacarstic remarks to em,
instead I pull them by the collar and demand an apology, if not I will, er nevermind.lol. But the thing is, I'd rather you strangle me than being sacarstic.

I'm never sacarstic on purpose, it's a natural thing. Innate sacarsm.
I'd never heard of the word until people started telling me I was "sacarstic".

Proud to be one sacarstic being.
Hate me or love me, I'll stay the same unchanged.

Going to watch a lady swimming in the water tomorrow. WooHoo.
No, not Swimming Pool, that cheap nude flick. Laday in the Water.

Tata people..

2006-07-28T06:11:00.000-07:00

oh yeah babehh, my stinkin com is finally back!!

As usual, com had 2 be reformatted. ARGH.
You know how much I hate that stupid word?
Not ARGH, reformatted.

As usual, all my songs are gone once again.
So are my pictures.
And all the crap that I've received from people that I actually keep.
All the last minute midnight-oil-burning reports.

It's nearly like losing your memory, except that I can still remember that I hate the word reformat.

Anyway, dichu miss me? Of course you did. right?right?

I'm pretty knocked out today, after 5 hours of inhumane NDP marching rehearsals today, so I won't be giving you a
1000-word lecture, speech, essay, wadever, today.

I couldn't feel my legs after rehearsals. The only consolation was that we actually got something besides water today, we got like, zapple. Well it's tonnes betta than the longkang tasting water.

Anyway, like i said, I'm knocked out feelin wasted and comepletly drained of energy. Ok , but check back ok? Updates asap. mwahs people. lol.

2006-07-13T07:22:00.000-07:00

I have nothing to fuss about today.

Oh wait. I do.

I didn't play Capt's ball during P.E today cos Kara ( yes i have finally decided to call him that because I like the name although I know it is meant for a girl. At least now you won't need to reach for the puke-bin when we used to describe him as a "gorilla trapped in a dense forest". It was pretty revolting then.) made me and Haziq go to the gym with Anne and to train her in the pull-ups, I wasn't very keen at first. Cos I wanted to play. The boys were pretty happy that I wasn't going to play. Yah considering the fact that I almost always tear off their sleeves just to catch the ball, I understand the agression, people.

Anyway I had to go the gym because Kara(hahaha.I can't help laughin) said that later if Haziq spends prolonged periods of time with Anne, they'll "fall in love".
HAHAhaha. So there must be a er, barrier.
That comment is so stupidly ridiculous that I can't think of any sacarstic remark to rebutt. Anyway why must it only be that Anne and Haziq "fall in love"? Why not me and Anne? How bout all three of us altogether? Then how? Har? Has he thought of the probability? Although there is none, but still.

Anyway don't mind my nonsense, i just had to say that. After all, it's been along time since I've written some crap. I couldn't say it to him(actually I can), so I'll said it here.

So off the three of us went, determined not to fall in love with anyone except the gym equiptment.
It was pretty fun, cos Anne and I nearly destroyed all the equiptment. And Haziq nearly got a heart attack trying to teach us how to use the stuff. Yes,we made a lotta crashing noises, but can't blame us. I never go to the gym and not planning soon either.
Most of the time it's guys going to the gym in the hope of finally developing their potential muscles(read: fats) into real actual surround sound stereo muscles(donknow where the surround sound thing came from, but for it's added effects) The main purpose of comin into the gym was to train our highness Anne, but then I was the one coming out with the aches.

I started thinking about the weight issue, and only then I realised that girls put on tons of weight as we get older and guys, on the other hand, lose it all. How unfair is that? Yeah, maybe I'm pretty slow to realise it now, but.but. And girls are the human beings who are supposed to be slender and sexy and the guys are the ones getting the supposedly muscular body.

Neverrrmind.

Debate postponed tomorrow cos Ms Y not feelin well. And we can't possibly have missss Chang to be the only judge. That would be pointless and annoying.

I did Art today. Yes, I think I was most probably hypnotized or in some kinda artsy-fartsy trance. We drew, of all things, calculators. Not much of a suprise actually, considering that we've already drawn bananas, balls, chili padi and a whole lot of other weird objects you can think of. I'm sure by the end of the year, we'd already have drawn toilet bowls.

Throughout the whole lesson, I was serenading to the entire table. I got bored of singing stuff from the radio, I started singin ABCs and before we knew it, I started doin it in a really weird ang-moh accent. Lotsa lame jokes and the lesson was over before we knew it.
Pretty peaceful for an art lesson heh.lol.

2006-07-12T22:43:00.000-07:00

It seems to be raining everyday everyday. Hope it stays that way.

We finally get to do a stinkin debate after what seemed to be like never-ending eng and lit lessons wit chang. Our very first stinking debate and what's our topic?

" Cars should be banned from town centres."

How interesting. Do I care if cars are banned? I don't drive. And why must it be town centres? Why not Geylang?
That would be a big help to all the poor housewives of sg stuck at home while their cheap husbands go on a journey of "self-discovery", of asses. This thing is really starting to make sense y'know. In fact, they should be setting up more ERPs at Geylang rather than orchard.

Like, from 10 pm to 6am, all cars passing through must pay an entry fee of 50 bucks and for every hour in that area, another 10. At the end of the night, the cheap husband would end up paying more for time spent at Geylang itself, than time spent with the whore herself.

The Ministry of Home Affairs would have very very much less of headaches then.
But if it fails, oh well, the gah-ment would have another source of income then. But either way, the government wil stil be happy.

Anyway that's not the point, the point is that I think that this topic is pointless.
If it ever happened, taxi uncles would go on strike, and the PAP-haters association of the taxi driver uncles would have another talking point on why they hate the gah-ment.

What's worse, I'm in the "FOR" side. But I'm doing rebuttals, which means I get to argue, which i guess, won't be that bad.
The "Against" people have stronger arguements for very duh reasons.
I actually thought of pretty damn gd reasons to counter the "Against" arguements, damn suprisingly.
Not bad Nicki. You make moi proud.

Watched SI.
I don't like Jay. He's gay. No rhyme intended.
Paul's hair is his ticket to popularity, screaming teenage gals and shampoo endorsements.
Rahimah is seemingly weird, but pretty good.
When is the seventh month har? Next mth huh? Emilee will be rich from the gigs pourin in.
Just a coupla things i noticed today.

And superficial shit happening all around and I shouldn be gving a crap bout it. Don't talk to me unless you make me laugh, or else I will release all my supressed anger on you.
And Eugene seriously needs to update his dictionary, seriously, 7 syllable hokkien expletives don't sound insulting anymore, we're all aquired. And saying f*ck in every sentence is just giving away the fact that he's gay. How sad.

2006-07-10T20:19:00.000-07:00

I feel ugh. Sad WC's over.
Going ta sch is pretty much a lag these days. Driving me nuts.
It's getting such a bore. Now, even the most interesting stuff I do in school is, what? Homework?
Typical.
People who read this entry would be rolling their eyes, seeking solace in their own lives when they read how miserable I'm feeling. Hope I made your day.

Content is better than envy and desire.

So my life is not fabulous.
Just imagine, if you'd read bout someone being beautiful, successful. Even just being beautiful alone would make you envious and make you want more out of life than you already have enough.
We'd all like to think that we are slighty above-average, just to make ourselves contented. So when we come across someone less beautiful, less intellectual, less successful than us, we tend to feel good about ourselves, knowing that there are less superior people than us, which minuses away our insecurites. Which pretty much is self-deception.
This is me, making a pathetic attempt to be zen and philosophical.
Because I feel so dam lousy today. I have no mood nor energy for sacarsm, bitchiness(not that i really am) or wit.

Sometimes shouting the word out my balcony helps.haha.
Anyway.
No particular reason for my emotion. It's just I don't feel like being jumpy, crazy or whatever.
I mean, it sucks, but I don't have the mood to "be positive".
It never felt so good to be stuck at home doing nothing.

I hope it rains.I love it when the skies cry.

2006-07-09T20:15:00.000-07:00

I can't believe I was prancing around the mh jersey today. But just thought that I should wear something to get into the mood. Wore it with some red miniskirt and I think I look bimbotic.
Of course I would, it's an England jersey. Anything associated with WAGs(wives of the eng players) would look bimbotic.

So far, it's been such an uneventful day, and the only exciting moments of today was reading the sports section in Sunday Times. Might catch abit o shut eye lata befo the match just in case.

I hoping Les Bleus win, as much as I hate blue cheese.
I know those italian meatballs are kinda like the favourites, but I'm hoping ZiZi would be able to lift the cup for the last time before he R.I.P(retires in peace), cos I really like this dude. So I'm rooting for the bleu cheeses.

Reasons why you should root for the french fries.

1) They are ze romantics.

2) They have Zizi, who is bald(not balding), 34, has never suddenly grown fat within 4 years ala ronaldo, stil has the inspiration, the magic and french fries.

3) My head says italia, but my heart says "bon jour".

That's about done.
I have no patience to list why france should win 101 here.

But anyway,
Next!
Omigod. Pirates of the Carribean opens in 72hours!
The word "HOT" can also be spelt by 3 names, namely, Keira Knightly, Orlando Bloom and Johnny Depp! I.have.to.watch.it.

I shall be ordering pizza later. With bloody lots more junk food i can find.
Leftovers shall be devoured during breakfast.
Oh yeah. And dichu know that Spore Sports sch is only startin sch at 10 tmr. They're screening the match at their halls. Hmph.
ciao! *french kiss*mwah.er.ew.
haha.

2006-07-08T05:30:00.001-07:00

Actually i was quite reluctant to blog today, as i was yesterday. It's the MOE fest's fault if you may ask.

I never knew one could get exhausted even from a day's work of slacking, til now.

Actually, I have no regrets from going to the fest, cos it was actually pretty fun and all.
Our IT games were all sec 3 lvl, but I think most ppl got the thrill outta just clicking around the screen. The people were really nice and stuff.

Then during times when we had no patronizers patronizing us(lol), we'd go over to the eng booth to surf their net. Watched some stupidly funny vids on(no prizes for guessin) youtube.

Sometime later, went to the BHS room with Charlie, Huiyi, Chanel and some other guy whose name i have no clue of. Huiyi wanted to put on the trademark "Ah Lian act", Charlie was so game for it. He was encouraging me to

"eh, nicki tuck out your shirt leh".

But anyway, when we got there, the people were too nice,
and Huiyi was reduced to asking nicely( and actually in pure sacarsm, but stil nicely)

" Eh, so you guys are from normal or express huh? "

When we got back, me and char found ms yeoh doin online shopping.
So we were discussing about buying branded handbags and evrything, and how filthy rich ms yeoh is (no matter how much she denies it).

There is too much evidence to support our statement. Almost everytime I do mornin duty, I always see her taking taxis to sch, and her fantastic tight-fitting clothes. We both agree that she has that kind of 'Tai-tai' aura on her. I intro-ed her a site where you can rent branded handbags, so she can get a new bag every month and flash it around in a proud tai-tai manner.

At this point of time, I would just like to say that I feel like I am becoming like evryone else who blogs about their 24/7 revolving life. Yah, maybe I am decsending to that level. But I don't have anymore brainjuice left to think of witty or imaginative descriptions about anyone or anything, besides sayin "Charlie is metrosexual" and "Miss Yeoh will grow up to be a tai-tai", that is.
But that's a fact, so it doesnt count.

Ok anyway, the stuff I'd been talking bout, was yesterday.

Today, we toured the schools with a BHS guy that we met yest. He was pretty nice, and I can't remember his name. Heck I can't even pronounce it. Something like myah hein. urhh. nevermind. Our sch was pretty exciting compared to the other's intensive boring exhibits.

Then we passed by some classes where teachers were giving talks and I managed to only catch a snippet of one the talks where I heard

"so, I'm sure the girl loves the boy and he..."

just about those 10 words gave me an idea what the entire talk was about.

When we got back to our room, Charlie wanted to play his violin, cos he came from violin lessons befor that. Not bad, considering that it didn't attract mosquitos. The IT guy from our sch, whose name I also have no clue of, told Charlie

"must apply mosquito repellent bfore you play". ahaha. cute.

We packed up round 5 to get ready to balik kampung.
So tired that I nearly fell into the dustbin while walking down.haha.thankgod, I fell 'gracefully' and not into the dustbin.

Tata. Catchin Germany V Portugal lata. Consolation for the losers.
Yay for the losers!

2006-07-05T07:12:00.000-07:00

I am so impressed. The language used here is SO appropriate. I cannot help it, I have succumbed to plagarism.

ALL credit here goes to Tan Yek Keak, the guy who writes the ' soshootme ' WC column at the end of Life section.
I'd give him a standing ovation, except I always read the paper sitting down. lameness unintended.

Here goes.

THE WC DICTIONARY.

Tip: Remember that there are only 26 letters in the alphabet and the last letter is Z. Very rarely would it the letter Z be used, so when you use it twice, it must mean something special.

1) ZIDANE

A " Zidane" means an object that is old and yet shows so much signs of life it becomes new again.
Just like the 5-day-old bread you're supposed to throw away but, mixed with strawberry jam, it's delicious. It's origin is French. Its proper term is actually " Zinedine Zidane ", making it the 2 Zs of special genius status which I referred to earlier.

Usage: " This Zidane is so useful I cannot flush it down the toilet yet. "

2) HENRY

A " Henry " refers to an act of arrogance and pure class that disdains the obvious. It is the opposite of crude and ugly, which some people call a " Hiddink ". Again, its origin, like Zidane, is French. In fact, both Zidane and Henry are symbiotic terms. like our "okay lah". It means that they are often used together.

Usage: " The Zidane I saw in a museum inspired me so much I think I can do a Henry in my art class. "

3) RONALDO

This is one of those rare words with different meanings , depending on the country of its origin.
If you take the Brazillian version, it means "fat person" as in

"Eat too much and you'll become a Ronaldo. "

Using it in its Portuguese context, however, it means "betrayal" or "traitor", usually referring to somebody who stabs a friend in the face by behaving unsportingly. The original term for this was Cristiano Ronaldo, but it has since been shortened over time to just Ronaldo. Historically, the English harldy use this word though. They already have an equivalent- "Bast**rd" .

Usage (Portuguese vers) : " I will kill you for that Ronaldo you did to me in front of the boss just now! "

4) BECKHAM

A "Beckham" is a true English. It's a word that can even bring tears to a glass eye beacause its origin is so touching.
A nong( sorry can't help it!) time ago, there was an English prince , very handsome, not too bright, happily married to a queen of shopping, who was very emotional whenever he fought for England. This prince cried very often because evrytime he put on his battle gear, he got all choked up. This story has been used to inspire school children throughout the ages.

Usage: " You are so patriotic. One day you''l be the Beckham of Singapore. "

5) ERIKSSON

Again, this is an unusual word because it can be used in so many ways. It is such a versatile word that people have used it to describe a depressing feeling, a hopeless state of mind, a terrible medical condition, a sense of impotence and a sence of no importance. In fact, as I write this, there are uses still not invented for it yet.

Usage ( as a description for "boring") : " I fell asleep in class to today because Mrs Tan gave an Eriksson. "

Usage( as an epithet *An abusive or contemptuous word or phrase*) : " Get away from me! Erik***n you! "

Deserving of a pulitzer prize. Til next time.
Eriksson out!

2006-07-05T02:29:00.001-07:00

HAHA. germany is soooo out.
World cup dreams shattered. PFFT. bubbye.
Came back to watch the repeat telecst roun 2.
Then I kinda fell asleep on the floor.
MAN it was TONS better than the air-con.

I didn't worry bout missin the game cos I already knew it would be at the endin of the game.
When I woke, I stil had ta wait for 2 periods of extra time.
And the goals were literally at the LAST minute of the dam game, I didn't really xpect that, but if I'd known, I would hav just switched on at the last literal minute of the game, which would have saved alot more time for my beauty sleep.Hahalol.

My entries r gettin boring. I need an event to snap pics n lotsa juicy gossip.
Paris Hilton anyone? Haha. KIDDIN.

2006-07-04T04:52:00.000-07:00

Not much crap happenins today..
Hm CCAs r pulled to thursday cos its MOE exel on Fri so we get ta go home at like, what, 12? YAY.

Crap, why am I so happay. It's just half an effin hour.
Time is monehhh. Yes.

So after that I shall go home half an hour early, on the air con half an hour early, use the com half an hour early, shower half an hour early, eat half an hour early.

I shall be spending half an hour's more time of money!

It seems I've run outta topics to yak about here lately, so much so that I've resulted to talkin bout my life, which is absolutely boring ya noe.

Oh yes, went to buy the materials for the musical deco wit evelyn.
and yah. We got

PURPLE for
guides
PINK for scouts (it was my idea anyway, so if you're not happy, go get your own apaer den. but its an obvious colour to choose for em riiight, no denyin. HA.)
YELLOW for starry
starry nite...
for the letterings in the hall.

We're wrapping black cloth roun the hall pillars and then we're gonna, we're gonna anyhow stick neon n silver stars on it. Sweet.

oh YEAH. lata will be Germany vs Italy. Hope germany will be kissed goodbah. but I doubt it. Hmph.

2006-07-02T08:22:00.000-07:00

I nearly died this mornin.

As usual I came online and started kpoing(ahem, being 'informative') bout ppl lives by readin their blogs.
And I came across an entry that said..

" f***! OmG! France won BRazil 1: 0
f*** f*** f***!!!! "
Why the heck am I censoring that anyway?
Something so meaningful and well said should be published for the whole wide humanity to read.
Therefore,
fuck!omG! France fukin beatin Brazil!!!
fuckfuckfuckfuck!!!!!!!!!!

There ya have it. I feel much better getting that off my chest.

I am such a bad girl. Swearing in public is a no-no, donchu know?
But I am not swearing in public what!
I am swearing online, to the entire online community of humans, which is totally different.

Poor Brazillians, I watched the news and the brazillian fans were jeering at em as they went up their bus, on their way home..
Poor Ronaldo, he did pretty well, scoring 3 goals this time. Not bad for a fat guy.
Poor Ronaldhino. So much for your headband, bunny teeth and a bod the america's next top model would die for.
Well, actually not really. But he's really skinny, he almost looks anorexic.

Brazil seemed so ready to beat France.
Ronaldhino had even his fancy headband on.

But ze brazillians didn't prepare for was a magical performance by one particular player
Zinedane Zidane, and no, that's not his name in a french accent.
He plays for France and he's so old he's already retired but keeps postponing his expiry date.

Adieu Brasil..

2006-07-01T07:19:00.000-07:00

wheehey.
cudn blog last nite, cos i totally flatted out the moment i came back.
Went for e SCGS cf, befo that, went to marie's hse wit xt aka bo neh bu n shumin aka dua neh bu. Freshened n up n stuff while discussing a lot of crap...
Thanks a mil marie for lettin a bunch of retards go to yr hse!

Anyway the cf was such fun DUDE.
We won an award called the Smallest troup of the Night!
Totalling of 4 guides, Xueting, Shumin, Ellen and MOI!
...if there was one!

We took up one bench and the rest of the benches were occupied by the asses of our dearly beloved Gay Osprey scouts!
And I haven't seen em being more gay than they'd even been in any cfs.

We were kinda mad at the cf.No not kinda. reeeally.

Durin the intro-in of the schs, the scouts wanted ta do their osprey-nite-clap -yr -hands- and -stamp your feet thingy, so we had to sorta join in 2, or else we'd look like idiots standin in the front doin nothin.

Haha, i felt weird clappin n stompin while sayin..

" bleharblaherblkah..OSPREY!OSPREY!blehblaheebelah"

if the gibberish parts actually made sense, I'd feel less weird.

I figured that the parts that I cudn't make out what they were tryna say is actually some secret languange that osprey gay scouts wud understand.
I've finally solved the irritatin mystery of why we can never understand what osprey nite means.

We were pretty enthusiastic considering that there were only 4 guides.
At the end, we actually sang the school song, well actually we shouted it, but its the loudest we've eva sang our sch song. hah.

Oh yeh, SCGS was xt n ellen's pri sch, so we got an xclusive tour from e both of them.
Ellen's description was very detailed,
" ..and this is where u make out with your bf! "

While Xueting was reminicing about
" Sigh..I miss the meepok"

til next time, brother naggin fo the com.

2006-06-29T13:40:00.000-07:00

HA. I'm not letting ang use the com in school, cos she wants ta delete her blog.

"N later you will find out that my blogs are deleted, Bodoh! "
says angie while hitting me continuously on the back.

In Art now, com lab n slackin.YAye!
Everything else on the com lags cept for blogs,
SO HERE I AM! Yaye!

I keep sayin yaye.yaye. uh. i feel kinda weird bloggin in sch thas y i guess, specially when ang's here. '_' ".
As I sit here blabbing about absolutely nothing, I have no idea what evryone else is doin..it's so abnormally quiet. Kinda. I think they're doing the art rite?
YEAH right.

I think this should be one of moi's lamest and most pointless entries. But you read it! hah! so you're lame n pointless too.

Crap. I keep singin weee'reee soaaaaring, flyyyying...that stupid high sch musical bubblegum song.
I think the podcast song by donndrew is way betta. hah.
p-o-d-c-a-s-t!

Im so lame, quoted from angie.

I think I better stop,
and that's the end of this completely pointless entry.
tata.

2006-06-28T01:07:00.000-07:00

Aw just finished screamin at the brazil ghana game. No doubt brazillians are asters of joga bonito(play beautifully in portugese) but the ghanians were absolutely s-o-l-i-d at passing. Like,at anytime the ghanians were around the braz penalty area, there wud be more braz players than ghan players but ghana nver lost the ball once. The only flaw was that their shooting was totally off the mark. Ghana was so near to scoring soooo many dam times, but never got one in at all, not to mention a very embarrasing fall right in front of the braz net.

Sorry if I'm sounding all over the place. Juz kinda overwhelmed and also because of the fact that its 1am now n juz gotta go ta sleep like now.
Havent even changed into PJs argh. I'll update WC posts tomorrow then, with clearer and cleaner posts. Nitey.

btw, final result 4 braz vs ghan
3:0..

2006-06-23T08:56:00.000-07:00

Haven't been posting lately cos I'm too busy being two good shoes tryna finish my hols hw. Hope this makes up for the time being..

16 cheesy and stupid (actually they are a teensy bit clever) pick-up lines which might probably work(or worked) on bimbos.
On second thought, I don't think that even bimbos would be stupid enough to fall for that. If they do,well, good luck.
If you were stupid enough to try that on any self-respecting woman, good luck too,
on not getting a tight slap, kick in the groin/arse, eternal damnation (haha!serves you right for even trying.).
just for starters.

Good luck to all the morons who plan to test-drive these babies.

1."You're under arrest!" (For what?) "For stealing my heart."

2. Hi, my name is Chance, Do I have one?

3. Are your legs tired? ( girl: Why?) Because you have been running through my mind all day

4. "I lost my phone number, can I borrow yours?"

5. Can you give me directions to your heart? I've seemed to have lost myself in your eyes

6. (Take a look at the tag on the girls shirt, jacket, She'd say,"What are doing") respond, "Oh, just checking to see if you were made in Heaven."

7. (Pick up a flower and walk over to girl.) "I was just showing this flower how beautiful you are."

8. Is it hot in here or is it just you?

9. Walk up to a girl and say: "Are you from heaven?" "No" he answers. "Oh, I thought all the angels were from heaven"

10. I could be born in your eye, run down your cheek and die on your lips.

11. Did you know they changed the alphabet? They put U and I together.

12. Are you lost? Cause it's so strange to see an angel so far from heaven.

13. Do you believe in love at first sight, or do I have to walk by you again?

14. What's that in your eye? Oh...it's a sparkle.

15. Do you have a map? I just got lost in your eyes.

16. You can forget about going to heaven because it's sin to look that good.

2006-06-19T19:09:00.000-07:00

I should be disgustingly sick right now.

Stayed up for the Italia VS USA match 2 days ago. I got hungry so we ordered mcd delivery, wanted to order pizza, but the lines closed at 9pm. And it was already 1am when I called. jeez. I was lookin forward to pizza soooo much.

Anyway, that match was kinda weird. I laughed lots lots and and alot more. It was a 1:1 draw. But i guess the italians pitied the americanos and helped them to shoot an own goal. Haha, the italian wanted to shoot to midfield from the corner, but somehow screwed up and ended up shooting into his own goal. whoa! lol.

For a few seconds, everything was in slow-mo.

USA: tha-wha-haaaa..(say in slowmotion speed)
ITA: WHA? huh?....

USA: YEAHHHH..OHMAHGOD...YEAHH!!!
ITA goalie: CAZZO!! (Italic for holy shit)

And then it was 1:1.

Le Italians had finally recovered from that horrible terrrible deplorable nightmarish (although to the Americans it was a dream come true) own goal and thought that was the end of it.
Well, the worse was yet to come.

A mere 1 minute after that own goal by Italy, their midfielder was sent off for elbowing a USA player in the face causing blood to gush out from somewhere on his face. ugh, i know.

The game ended with only 19 players left
10 in ITA
and only 9 in USA.
At the end of the match, it was still a disappointing 1:1..

2006-06-16T06:20:00.000-07:00

It's been a fruit-punchy day. As in like, rojak (mixed). Woke up as hell early today, cos my mom was supposed to help her indo friend to apply for visa to aussie. As usual I was pulled along. And the fact that I slept at 2am+++ yest, I wasn't the happiest morning person. Was feeling damn damn lethargic. When we got to the Aust High Comm, my mom asked me to help her friend fill the form thingy, cus apparently, auntie is illiterate to english. So I had to obediently agree..the form was soooo long-winded, I tell you. I secretly cursed her illiteration.(is there such a word? yes duh, I invented it) But halfway through the form, i think god looked down and recognised a poor soul suffering, so he cursed me with a horrible stomachache, thereby saving me from that monstrously stupid form.

I went to sit at the sofa to lie in pain and agony(ha!) for a few mins, and after it went away. By then, mom and her fren were already waiting for their turn at the counter.
So got out The Alchemist ta read,

speaking of reading,I've just realised that I haven't done a single book report at all. And we're supposed ta do 6! whopee...Just like what I've told evryone who's asked moi whether I've done any of the hol homework,
"I haven't done a single shit ".

GAH. Don't panic, says me. I will tackle everything over the weekend, yeah...

We went to watch R.V this aftanoon. Was kinda dull at the start, then in the middle was mildly more interesting..with alotta ridiculously silly scenes. But it couldn't have been much interesting, in fact, some people thought it was downright b-o-r-i-n-g.

And they had no qualms bout expressing how bored they were feelin. Apparently some fat woman sitting behind mom came with her maid to watch,i know, wth.lol. anyway, that's not the point. Halfway through the movie, there was a eerie grunting sound coming from behind which was er, eerie. So i turned back and guess what i saw, that fat woman was

SNORING
her lungs away.

yes, and it was damn loud, I tell you. People kept glancing behind at her. And her helpless maid just sat there making a pathetic attempt tryin to pretend nothing was wrong.

I think she was probably afraid that if she woke her boss up the woman might go

"OI! Wake me up for what ha?! You cannot see that I sleeping ARH?"

"I-er-you-sn-sn--...yes mum.."

Pity these poor maids who have to be the unfortunate servants of these senseless(and shameless) bosses.
Had a good laugh bout that.(The snoring thing i mean, not the maids) HAHA...

2006-06-15T23:41:00.000-07:00

Just ova the Ecuador: Costa Rica match, 3:NIL . Haha.man, my dad said Ecuador players are braun and no brains. Throughout the whole game, they were practically charging and charging(chionging and chiongin) and didn't slow down at all. Their stamina.is.damn.good. But their passes are just like, oh you're there, here, ball. As in, mostly passin the ball to the first teammate they see. But their play was really aggressive, so aggressive that at each time there'd be a Ecuador player lying on the ground, crying in pain.

That said, I think I'd rather be a no-brainer like the ecuadorians rather than, say, no-nothings ala costa ricans. If you compared CRC to ECD performance in the game, you'd see that CRC was pretty relaxed throughout the game. Either that, or ECD was waaaaaaay aggressive. CRC had so many chances to score, but the goals were executed, pretty much, pathetically. ECD was giving their all.all.alll.alllll

And it was either me, or it looked as if in any point of time, there'd be more ECD players around the ball than CRC players. I nearly thought that there were more ECD players than CRC. CRC players were mostly behind their teammate in possesion of the ball, and all around the poor guy would be ECD defenders, strikers, wadever..all tryna tackle the ball.
Then the poor brainless guy would, as you'd guess, would not have had the brains to pass the ball back to his teammates behind. Resulting in losing the ball to the ECDians, and oh,did i mention? 3 goals.

Goals-
Ecuador
1) 7.33(start of match) TENORIO
2) 54(half-time) DELGADO
3) 90(end of match) KAVIEDES

I feel sorry for em..
Anyway, just wanna say, my views are only of personal opinion which was completely typed in a way in which I did not stop think twice, at all. So if you are a die-hard-can't-live-witout-u fan of CRC(which I doubt would be many), please don't take my comments to hard because I have nothing against them. I just find their playing, um, commentable. (not to be confused with commendable ah.) So, I'm sorry if moi broke your football heart. Same goes for any future entries that I might post in future(which I have a gut feeling that it will be soon.)

2006-06-15T21:56:00.000-07:00

I'm getting very very very lazy on updating day 4 cus i'm waaay too caught up in watching 22men chasing a ball. I bet most retards out there are too, thas why unless you've been living under a rock for the past month, you'd stop reading moi blog too. Cos the perth thing, is soooo over. So i shall pause on perth for the time bein. And we shall start talking about men and soccer balls.ahem.

I'm a bit bored talking bout the matches, so i shall be yakking about the next best things about soccer.

Soccer by the numbers...

5 : No. of stars on the brazil jersey

Each star represents every WC win. The most stars their opponents have is only 3.sweet.

32: No. of teams competing in this year's WC

73: No. of years since the first World Cup tournament, which was held in Uruguay..Oooh.

0: No. of times S'pore has won the World Cup.

32,789: No. of you who will most likely laugh after reading the previous entry.

20,457: No. of you who are still laughing

2010: When Spore targetted to reach the World Cup Finals.

40,000: No. of you who fell off your chairs (laughing) after reading the previous entry.

20100: When we're likely to reach the World Cup Finals.

18 : Carats of f**kin (sorry but im sorry..18 f***king carats?!) solid gold the World Cup Trophy is made of.

There ya have it. standin @ 36 cm , 18-carat solid-gold FIFA WC trophy. Jeez, no wonder they kiss that thing.

2006-06-14T23:27:00.000-07:00

Day 3..

Early morn we went ta Mt Lawley High..we went to their middle sch and this pic here, was during their health ed class.
And the topic today is...pregnancy! yeah really. K I'm not excited in the way you'd think I am, just that er, the students were like, 'you'll enjoy today's topic' ..it wasn't much interesting though, the teacher just asked us to find out what happens on each mth of the pregnancy on the coms. But they were kinda slackin away. foolin around and stuff.pretty much like us..

but the people were great..

actually,they're really enthusiastic bout takin pics, most of em in this pic juz screamed and ran in.lol.

becky(left), moi and jessie(the head)

pulling jess back.

tweese!(finally.lol.)

donchu think they look kinda the same? cute..lol
cos they're twins duh.

In thy bus..

get your own sunnies shumin.

Then we went ta Fremantle for the most anticipated activity of the day. No, not sleepin. Shoppin! yaye. It wasn't actually on the intinerary but it wasn't too far a journey(an hr)..so yaye again.

We had ta go eat lunch ourselves so we went to get sandwhiches n stuff, but eve, jasmine, debby were all complainin that they tasted yuck. They were ok what, but after that we passed by a sushi bar(unfortunately), eve n jas INSISTED eating there. Isn't Sakae sushi enough in sg? Come to aussie also want. I didn't eat though, didn't think the sushi there wud be nice anyway.

sushi belt.sheesh. typical.

see? eve happily pigging away on sushi.

That Night...
We went to the aussie guides hq, it was actually on a mountain. Cool eh?
I loved their campfire site, we had roasted marshmellows, bbq sausages n baked apples..the temp was so cold that nite, it reached 0 dg..so the campfire was real cozy..so unlike sg, when it's already bloody sweltering hot, we have a fire? Jeez. Anyway that night was real great!

wah! Our illegal poker assembly in xueting's room.
We invented a new poker game called 'wah'. It's snap actually, just that u say 'wah' stead of snap. And you have to be retarded to play.
I laughed til my throat hurt and had a stomachache. Yes, it was that bad.

muahaha.we escaped from woodbridge last wk.

I'm posting kinda slow these days cos of my brat so just gonna get back to the tele and surrender..cya..another day yeah..

2006-06-10T05:42:00.000-07:00

Still DAY 1

xueting wanted to get a pic with this hot guy. but then he ran away unfortunately, well don blame him. It's not evryday that you see neh bu's in aussie. I managed ta get this pic of him posing though, in a very suggestive manner..lol..

our coach..it was pretty big alright, in fact, it even had a toilet init . Yeah, suprisingly, it didn't stink..but was kinda small, but how big a space do you needa do yr business anyway?

Russell, our charming bus driver..really gotta give it up to him, he drove us for hours and hours and freakin more hours..
We were eating dinner here and he didn't eat cuz he had to fetch another group to the airport later..and it was 10pm! so hardworking..

Dinner on Night 1..

you know, when we went there, I just didn't have much appetite ta eat..dunno why. I just ate for the sake of eatin, otherwise, I could've w/o food for the whole day..

DAY 2..

They said that morning call would be 6.30..but my morn call was like 6am..cos Ms Low's fiancee called our room(Ms Low bunked with me) wo wake his darlin. Ms Low went down to have bfast with him first while I was left with the tedious job of waking Ying Ni up..I had to switch on all the lights and pull her blanket off til she finally agreed to wake, if i "switched off the stupid lights"[her exact words]

anyway, we got down to the bfast area roun 7 n it was totally empty.

the only ones around were ms low, vincent(fiancee), moi and YN

for some reason, everytime she talks, she keeps doing this

shit.I look so faaaa...ir.haha.I will never use the word that rhymes with phat on myself.

my roomies(not the swans)

black swans, nice change from white..

Next stop was Lancelin Desert..we got to ride this bus which looked like
some monster truck, it was sooo cool.
The seats had springs under it and when the bus bumped,we'd be bouncing up and down,literally.
Then the guy brough us for sand boarding, and we'd slid down this sand slope which was really kinda high, I got a bit freaked at first when I saw the slope. But after I did it, I wanted ta go gain, but decided not to cos the way up was so dang tiring, and if you lost yr balance, you'd get another free ride down, on your butt.

"G'day mates, have fun bouncin y'all!"

Yay I got the front seat!

sand-boardin..Eh?! who is the photographer? Can't even see my ass!

Then we went to some place with lotsa stones, or 'limestones' as they call em. Not much difference actually.

See? what's de diff?They're all stones what.

In case you really needa go...

amazing what wonders the sun can for your height.

We love stones!!(not really)

Went back that evenin and we went star-gazing, man, there're so many stars in the sky there at nite. Was really amazing, so unlike the 'stars' u see in sg, most of the time, they're actually just the building lights. And if we actually spot any, they're mostly tiny miniscule microscopic lil dots.In a word, pathetic. Cos sg is so polluted by the nitescape lights, so we've no choice but 2 enjoy the artificial man-made scenery, which is like, blah.

Scenes at star gazing..
Some people think they're just so strong..

Shaun: "K ready ah? Jump when I say 3 ok.." (hope I don't get a slipped disc in mah back or somethin..)

Mrs Loke: Er..ok I'll try..(uh oh) Ready?
Shaun: Er, fly up...wait,wait..ok..

" 1..2......."

Mrs Loke: Tweese!
Shaun: Twees...urgh..hurry up hurry up..

yaye!

Man, that was a dam long post..and dam tired now of course..
will contd another time..I'm watchin my match..don't disturb.don disturb..

2006-06-08T10:02:00.000-07:00

omigod. I dunno where the hell ta start.

Perth was(circle one, argh heck it, just circle all)
1) helluva freakin fun
2) crazy
3) adrenaline-rushin
4) so cool and sooo cold
5) godamn fun X infinity

I know i sound as if I've never been a foot outta sg before, but seriously, this was the most fun I've seriously had in all my hols. my god.

We were occupied with so much stuff throughout that there was hardly much time for me to catch my breath to stop n rest..because we were all too high!! ahaha.. I'm serious. Most of the time in the bus, it was as hell noisy.

In event of any total dead silences, everyone would just knockout all at once..

told ya. everyone sleeps all at once.

haha neways, I shall tell you all about the bloody hell fun we had and attempt to make you all jealous. Actually, I don't think I even need to 'attempt' to. Cuz you will be.
Will upload AMPAP(as many pics as possible)..

K I'll just go back to basics and do the day1, day2 thingy just so i won't get confused..

DAY 1
tadah! We're outta the horrible 6-hr jet-lagged flight from SG and finally reached Perth, Aussie!

The weather was so great, so chilly and sunny at de same time! No more facial blotters cos the air there is so bloody dry that i actually needed moisturiser. If I put moisturiser in sg I'll end up with pimples all over the next day. The sun was really blinding so lotsa us went ta get shades, had lotsa fun tryin em on..me n Eve got oversized shades which made us look so superstarish.haha.

Eve stole the shades!12bucks only, also wanna steal,how stingy!..aiyo so unprofessional, any idiot would take off the price tag after stealing and before posing! LOL kiddin, I chose this pair for her, stylish eh?
I'll show you mine lata..

After that we drove to King's Park! The park was so nice, I think it was sorta like a romantic spot or sth so there were lotsa couples lyin on the grass lol..we saw this couple kissin on the grass, wanted 2 take pic but decided not to, in case if any sad and single people see the pic and die of emptiness, desperation and you know, the rest of the crap.lol.
So I'll spare you(and me) the pain and show you something that would end your desperation(for sure).
You know I said that there were lotsa ppl in love together there and all, but people go there not just only when they're in luv, but also when they're lookin for lurve..both the young AND old!

Apparently this nice old lady came ova asking us to come to Kings' Park next sun cos there would be some kite festival of some sort. So we told her we were onli here til wed and she was like awww..
Then after that she went over to talk to Eugene, she kinda talked to him for a pretty long time, and she said something like "oh, your hand's freezing.." and grabbed his hand...
Just imagine that. An old lady tryna hit on eug? Oh dear. I don't know who to feel sorry for, him or her?

Xt wants you to look there..

just look at that, he's even smilin', for heavens sake. I'll bet he's actually enjoying it.."finally someone who finds me attractive, sigh.." I think she should just go flirt with the guy lying there at the back, like, find someone her own age..tsk.tsk. LOL.sorry eugene.haha.I have nothing against you, I just love laughin at you..haha..

lurrrve it here..2 b continued..lol..

2006-06-02T03:07:00.000-07:00

i keep waking up so late nowadays. Lev woke me up at 1pm by pouring powder on my face. Stupidly effective.

Eve's hamster popped da babies today! (correction, 11 babies!) She's crazy about it apparently. But havta give e babies away when it grows up cos it'll fight with his parents?Found it kinda weird, but that's what she said.

I used to have 2 hamsters which lived for like, 8 years, which is like damn long in hamster years. (i think) But in the last two years they just spent their days sleeping away..

2006-06-01T01:48:00.002-07:00

you know how I insist that superficial people are just immature and childish? Maybe sometimes it should't be deemed so much as a crime to be superficial lah.
Because sometimes we are behaving this way, just out of the innocent purpose of humourous fun.

Actually I just thought of this because I'd been readin Xiaxue's blog and Yes, we can all say that she might be acting like a bimbo/b*tch/etc in her blog entries, but I can tell that none of it is meant to be intentionally insulting or mocking. It's all in good(self-obsessed) humour. lol.

I mean, there was this time when she blogged about 'handicapped toilets'. Cos of this guy untintentionally walking in on a wheelchair-bound guy in the HC toilet and getting told off by the HC guy. She blogged about the incident and talked bout how handicapped toilets shouldn't be strictly restricted 2 HC ppl only. The whole thing was very much publicised in the newspapers last year.

Anyway, long story short, you should probably go read it yourself and go figure.
http://xiaxue.blogspot.com/2005/10/i-am-hungrrrrrry.html

sure, sometimes her entries might come across as what she puts it as
'malicious' (wahh sooo evill), but after the whole brouhaha, she actually put up a podcast to apologise to all offended. And, she didn't sound like her bimbotic self on her entries one bit. So you know all her posts, being so superficial and stuff? I guess it's all just good plain fun humour that people sometimes might find hard to laugh at.

I don't agree with her all the time though, but sometimes we need to take time to indulge ourselves awhile.
Don't lie to me and say you've never laughed bout someone behind their backs.I admit, I've done it a gazillion times,haha but of course, I don't actually mean it, just laugh and get over with it.
We all need a break from being sensible once in a while,no?

2006-05-31T09:40:00.000-07:00

You know what I want? I want a book. Yes, even papers binded together will do.

But I want one which can make me lost in its world, or touch my mind and make me cry. I want one which can comfort me about life, one which can overcome my hate of cornyness, cliches and stereotypes.

I want it to make me feel a natural high about life again. Artificial highs are naive and stupid. Why can't people just see that and stop wasting themselves?

I want it to make me stop confusing myself about the people around me. It could reassure my insecurities that I hide because I don't want people to think I'm weak. But here I am, publishing it to the whole entirety of the WWW.

There. Do you get me? no? Good then, because my purpose isn't to let you understand me. I just felt this way,that's all.
Thanks for reading if you even did. Because I feel way better putting it out here..tata..

2006-05-31T07:31:00.000-07:00

haha shit my last post was erased cos i 4got 2 save it.
I told myself, do not panic, just sit down and slowy try to recall all the juicy details you typed and hopefully not just bang the keyboard and stomp off.

Here goes argh...

Spent the day doing absolutely nothing in particular ann wow,
spell H-E-A-V-E-N.

I've finally finished my book "the new girl" by Emily Perkins.
Relatively Boring and anticlimatic. In fact, describing it as anticlimatic would be an insult to the word itself cos there is no rising action at all.
It's bout 3 best galfrens waitin for college results. And meanwhile they attend a summer 'self-awareness' course. The teacher is from the city, far far away to them.
The guys in their town are jerks, the town is dull. 2 of them go astray, gettin wasted (sex and drugs, the usual), cos they end up failing. While one of em heads of to the city University, becomes a loner because she doesn't belive in clubs or booze. The whole storyline is depressing.It gives you hope, then pushes yo back down the drain.

Spore Idol tonite, was predictable, surprising, yawn-worthy and enjoyable. wow, I'm contradicting myself all at once.
As expected, 70%of the guys gave yawn(boyband) renditions or the kind of chinese(Project Superstar) feel.

Thankfully there were a few who actually made me take of my earplugs and listen..

Paul a.k.a now-you-see-me-now-you-don't. You know, ze guy with the mophead hair and eyeliner.

Think he might appeal to mass, cos of the image n all.

Nice voice, but it's his image/personality (read:hair) that really stands out more.

Now and THEN

Clear-cut voice but *yawn* personality

Then along came
MR

Loved the voice, the performance that saved the show.
Potential hearthrob? Potential Idol?
Watch this space.Haha.

2006-05-30T06:38:00.000-07:00

oh god, there's an encore of SI theatre auditions tonite? argh.and i thought the noise by the aircon maintainence ppl was bad. They're repeating the Idol episodes that we clearly don't want to ever watch again? Why can't they rerun the episodes that actually are enjoyable?? Like the auditions. I'd rather watch that over and over again, than watching the theatre auditions TWICE. for all those 'lucky souls' who managed catch the theatre auditions, I am sure you all had a hard time trying to digest the 'catfights' and dramatisations. There was one part where these 2 girls in diff groups but were in the same chalet room BOTH wanted to practice in the room, but one of them just wanted the whole dam room 2 herself. so after dat, dey were meowing away at the cameras. Almost like americas next top models, minus the beauty.
Then contestants were freaking out minutes before the solo performances. In conclusion, it was preety much a sob-fest, or catfight season.

2006-05-30T03:01:00.001-07:00

yay im back from piano. got my shellings from teacher because my sight reading was pathetic and half the time when answering the aural questions my answers were mainly er..ah...ohh..er.., yes i was that stumped. Anyway my punishment was to help her to post her stupid bill at the mrt station ACROSS P.S. and fyi, it is horrifiyingly sunny 2day.

but It's over now.but now, at home, it is annoyingly noisy.No, it's not Lev, (but he's sleeping like a pig now on the sofa) it's those stupid guys from air-con mantainence, fixing the leaks and whats not. *saw saw drill drill knock knock* My poor ears are withering. They've been here before i woke. Ok, fine, they were working hard. dam hard. But don't forget i went to buy chicken rice downstairs for them huh, during lunch. while i starved without complaints at home..sigh..
nah actually i wasnt starving, just that i only finished bfast, so i wasn hungry so mum made me go buy chicken rice for the uncles la.

Haha i know i said i wasnt going ta dwell bout my life here. But i can't help it okay. so from now onwards, I shall take that mindless statement back and I will continue to yak yak yak bout my life. yes, it is sad. but the truth hurts.

I have committed a sin to my religion today. By the way, my religion is books mags and anything else that can be read upside down, inverted, rotten or torn.

And it is absolutely addictive mind you.

K back to my crime, yknow on my way back from p.s, i was at city hall, so naturally the first place i went was the basement at the marketplace.

Oh ya, dichu know that the basement is absolutely fab now, it's been renovated and the shops there now are irresistable. All are so mod. Now I always find an excuse to pass thru the renovated parts first just so I can walk through there.It feels very VIP but w/o the red carpet treatment.

Back to my long winded crime, anyway, I just went to my usual hangout, the mag stand, searching for any new isusses of de mags but dam, evrything was seen there read that. And the only mag, which i hadn lay hands on was teenage.Argghh..yes i know, the eighty percent coverage of chinese stars, the boring columns and the pathetic fash finds. It was a pure sin in my bible. But thankfully amidst of all the bland contents, at least there was some substance in the world cup section. So for the record, this is the first time I've spent only a mere 15minutes at the stand. I'm amazed. sigh.

There's this place read bout in LIME called Pitstop Cafe.

their toothpick holder and stikfas.. you can't really see the place cos i didn get a gd pic at their webbie.'

Looks really promising, it's a small lil eatery tucked in a road called circular road. uh i nv heard of it.. It's actually somewhere at spore river or south bridge road. Really cool place, run by a pinch of polytechnic students.the main concept of this cafe is that u get a buncha frens to eat here, while u get free flows of board games hosted by the crew there. And no the board games are not your monopoly, scrabble *yawn* games. They are straight off the shelves of Wal Mart, California. It sounds rad to me, might sound absolutely lame to you, but I like it and thats all that matters,so there, :p. THEIR GAME LISTS They've got board games straight off the shelves of Wal Mart, California. So no more boring scrabble monopoly and all those tried and tired games that inspired the name bored games. Hope to rope in some peeps to check out that place soon. I've linked their webbie, so give the orange letters a clickie to check it out.

2006-05-29T21:29:00.000-07:00

man, gots piano today. dad called maintenance today to repair the air-con vents.dunno wad da hecks wrong wit it anyway. so gotta go p.s myself.. but it's only startin at 3 so i gots all da time in the world fo now.......................

2006-05-29T09:38:00.000-07:00

hello world.
I'm apologetic if I bored u off your smelly socks for my past few posts like i swore i wouldn. Apology accepted? ah, I knew you would be understanding. If not I wouldn b wasting my time writin all that to u, I'd b better off watching that show on tv with fake expolosions and cheering people.

As usual, today is monday, N lil brudder is sick today. yes, poor lil brat. I almost feel sorry for him. Please don get me wrong, I care for my brother okay?
Just that, like what I told Lev, it's sometimes good to be sick, cos of all the special treatment you get from mom.Wah, feels like heaven. But the poor brat slept throughout the the day, so he didnt get to enjoy the fine-since-you're-sick previliges we usually get. For example, he'd be able to watch his cartoons the whole day without having to wrestle his lovely sister or suffer the preachings of dear mom. But since he slept throughout the day, I was the one who benefited. One day of peace and serenity. I guess serenity might be over by tmr though..aw.

I daydream a lot and then sometimes i start thinking bout issues that are clearly none of mah beeswax but i just can't help having a little debate in my mind.

2006-05-27T22:36:00.000-07:00

I've been online since early morn n it's been pouring like there's no tomorrow. N so far I've only gotten 2 finding a decent skin for here.

I decided that the one that I formerly decided on was messy

, and I want a cleaner one. WITH BIGGER FONTS.
all the skins seem to only concentrate on the pics n designs and neglecting the whole point of a blog. The fonts for the blog entry are always nanoscopic. If i can't find a decent one soon, i'll just havta resort to the amateur skins on blogger which at least have legible FONTS.

I'm goin skin-shopping! Let's see what I narrowed down on.

Other EDEN

Vague Memories

Droozy? haha.

so far the biggest words come from the first one, but i rather the colour be plain. the fonts for the second one come across as horrible, dunno why i chose it in the first place.
U know what? This whole thing is juz so pointless i think im gonna stop preening bout it n juz freakin put a skin.

2006-05-27T08:35:00.000-07:00

came back kinda late today.was stuck at BORDERS for real long.
anyways, you won't wanna know my schedule for the day was.
It'd probably bore you off your socks.
E usual crap, jap, ballet n runnin all roun e place.

N i nearly died today cos i thought my nano died when i couldn switch it on.I went 2 apple centre at wheelock n e lady just held e button for a whole minute den it recovered. If only illnesses could be cured in humans by gettin e doc to hug us for a whole dam min,
only if your doc is cute, that is.

neways enough bout my life. There're reasons why i'm restrainin bout talkin bout it, afta readin so many people tellin their 'life stories', half the time I don't know and rather not bother what's goin on. At times I even got depressed readin em..

---30min hiatus---(bloody bro was staging his drama beside me so that he could play his games, i let him before head exploded)

..but it gets so addictive N evryday i'll go back to decode all e hidden messages in all e bunch of sentences.
And also I don't like publishin my deepest secrets n personal moments for the entire humanity to read.
but of course, if it's really worth a mention, I'll be typin away.

i visited that wendy gal's blog awhile ago, nv been there bfo so i went ta check it out. N despite all the **** and**** and***** being peppered generously all over, it does have some substance init, really.
Besides, it made me laugh. I don't mean all of it, there are some touchy subs, but I don't choose to make a whole brouhaha about it. I have enough problems.

I read the comments and some people were seriously like worshipping and kissin her shoes. They're like,
" Omg! you're so lucky, you've got such a good life, good looks..evrythin..blahblahblah.."
That's seriously pathetic.
She said in her blog "I'm just a normal girl who got lucky". And can't those people take a hint? She a blogger just like evryone else who has more talent in talkin than the rest. Those people who post those kinda comments r just desperados who don't have a effin life.
I betta stop bfo i sound like I'm jealous. Lol i'm not.
Just gettin carried away like I always do.

2006-05-24T07:42:00.000-07:00

man i feel so stupid.succumbing 2 de temptation of pointless blog crap again. Nevertheless, i will still continue to post all my ramblings and complaints of my crazy life, until i get sick, lazy and tired of it.

aNYways, evryones doin a blog n i was readin em n it just had dat kind of effect on me.that temptation, yknow? yes i noe, i am foolish.well who cares? Some of de blogs i read were really pointless n they'll just go blahblarbla bout wad happened dat day n sometimes u juz don get a clue about what theyre tryna say.like they're lost in their own weird world. something like me.haha.jkin.ok im sorry i know i'm boring you with all my useless words. if i am, feel free 2 click on that X button on e screen.i won mind.lol.
so neways sigh, these days has been so dam borin. n annoyin, wit all that homework pilin in. I can't wait ta run away 2 perth.yeah, 2 more weeks n i'll be on a plane wit a kangaroo init. Argh, dam 4got i gotta stay bak tmr ta do some banner for mrs ching's. N oh yeah, e musical, still gotta come bak durin e hols. great.
Tomorrow we're gonna meet e balestier principal.for our sub combos next yr.ms susie ho. her name sounds pretty friendly, i wonda if she really is.hah.

ange din come 2day, shez down wit sore thoat, fevar n flu.i tink.shez not comin tmr.aw man, nobody ta get retarded wit gain.sigh, ohwell. get well soon ange :))..hopefully tmr i'll be talkin bout sth more interestin dan my life.see yas.