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..

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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!

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!

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.

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.

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..

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.