hellomynameis

2009-11-08T21:51:00.003+08:00

Audrey Kawasaki is awesome.

2009-11-07T23:03:00.002+08:00

Hello. Nice to meet you. I shall go change my blogskin.

2009-11-02T23:45:00.009+08:00

Hello again.

I'm bored. And my computer is making weird noises. And I know I should go to sleep.

Because if I don't I'll get eyebags like Vicki Tan.

Hello, Vicki Tan. Don't take this the wrong way.

She asked me about it once. Well, twice.

I suppose it could be genetic. Or just a part of her DNA. Some people just have eyebags.

Can't help it.

Unless you go for plastic surgery or something.

I have absolutely nothing against plastic surgery. I think it's just a process of beautification taken to new heights, is all.

No different from make-up, perms, corsets and whatever.

Hey, people died from stays in the past. For those illiterate in the language of Victorian garb, stays are goddamned painfull things that force your torso into shapes unintended by nature.

Why am I even posting about stays for. Or Vicki's eyebags, for that matter.

Byebye. I shall go sleep now.

2009-11-02T23:17:00.002+08:00

Well, I'm blogging. Say yay, Png.

But I really have no clue what to blog about. The last couple of days have been uneventful.

Well, I went for CIP at Calvary Baptist Kindergarden, saturday, and closed the door on this kid's hand and made him cry.

Sorry, kid. Unintentional.

Then he puked.

Think it was the nerves. They were supposed to give this graduation performance. He was pretty freaked out, and saying he wanted his mom and stuff. I couldn't help thinking he was a wuss.

Sorry, kid.

I don't know his name. But I do know he was dressed up to be a mushroom.

I like mushrooms. Unless they're button mushrooms. Then they're gross.

Thankfully he wasn't one. He was a nice shittake mushroom.

There. I blogged. I have hereby resurrected my blog from deadness.

How lovely.

2009-08-21T19:03:00.000+08:00

Came across a compo from last year when I was clearing my room. I was bored, so I edited it like mad. And here it is :D Rather emo, though.

I originally wrote it to the topic of 'Gone'. Then I edited it, and I realise that it doesn't suit anymore -.- Any one has any ideas?

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They all stand together, dressed in black, as if huddling together would provide some comfort, some warmth. Slowly, the white casket is lowered into the ground. It will never see the light of day again, feel the warmth of the sun, like its occupant inside of it. Dressed in red, she stands away from the crowd, a gaudy finch among haughty, judging ravens. She remembers.

'I hate you.'

Silence hangs in the air, like a heavy and thick smog, engulfing everything. She is alone in the room, her black dress stark against the walls, painted a harsh, unforgiving white. She cannot see him, his face, over the telephone, but she can sense his emotion. Shock, confusion, denial, among others. Their conversation would seem meaningless to anyone else, but through the minutes of silence, he conveys his feelings better than he had in his entire life.

'Why?' He finally breaks the silence.

Why? she asks herself. Why indeed would I hate my father?

'I hate you for everything.' Her voice is calm, collected. None of the hatred she feels in her heart is betrayed through her voice.

'I hate you for leaving me and Mother alone in the house while you went overseas. I hate you for pretending it was work that kept you overseas.'

'I hate you for making me feel bad that you had to work so hard for us.'

She says all this with no more emotion than if she had been speaking on something as inane as the weather.

Yet it is this lack of emotion, of feelings, that is shooting deep into him, thudding right into his heart, like the sharpest of arrows, laced with poison, embedding themselves deep.

Too deep.

'I hate you for marrying Mother when you knew you could not stay faithful. I hate you for for making her feel sad, disappointed, angry. Worthless.'

A pause.

'I hate you for killing her.'

She hangs up.

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Halfway across the world, an old man sits, paralysed by the words he has heard. The long beep of the phone is drowned out by the resonating voice of his daughter in his head.

My daughter hates me, he thinks. Suddenly, as if the thought has woken him up from a deep slumber, he returns the phone back into its rightful place, its cradle. The bright, polished red plastic stands garish in the small dull room, making the room's despair all the more apparent. The wooden table is chipped, worn in places. Paint, yellowed with age, peels to reveal gray, hard concrete.

He sits still for a while, absorbing the impact of her words.

2009-08-20T18:06:00.000+08:00

I was thinking, that it'd be nice to be a housewife.

Take care of the household, bake stuff and take care of kids that is.

The only part I don't like about it is the 'wife' part of it.

For some reason, although I can see myself as a bride, I can't see myself as a wife, married to somebody.

I don't think I will ever be able to actually trust someone, fully, love, in fact, someone, enough to want to be with that someone for the rest of my life. I can't see myself with someone forever.

Yeah, I know that most times suc unions don't last, in this day and age. But still, if I can't be sure, actually feel secure, I don't think I shall get married.

Getting married, is like jumping out a ship into the sea when you can't swim, and believing that that someone will come and save you.

That seems rather stupid.

Therefore I do not believe I shall get married.

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I suppose most people have different mindsets.

I mean, Debbo already has plans for kids. I have no clue how she does that.

That, being the ability to trust fully that she will someday find someone that will click with her. Marriage, to her is like something that is a guranteed thing, something that doesn't need to be said aloud. That's how it seems to me anyway.

I don't really get her on this.

How come she's so sure of what's going to happen?

I think I might envy her a bit, that she is able to trust, that in random cycle of things in the universe, everything will be okay, turn out more or less as she wishes.

2009-08-17T18:20:00.003+08:00

I don't get you.

How do you expect me to respect you when you've never done anything, said anything, worthy of respect?

Alright, you are my father. So I ought to respect you for fucking my mother?

Because other than that, I can see nothing else that you've done.

You can't demand respect like it's owed to you. You have to earn it.

Fuck you.

2009-07-24T10:51:00.001+08:00

I feel rather uncomfortable in this get-up. I have to keep my breath out so this stupid skirt won't go down to my waist.

It is also rather hard to discreetly hold up my skirt when I want to breathe.

2009-07-23T23:03:00.002+08:00

Sometimes I get these vibes that someone is glaring at me. And then I turn and I see Cho Jihee turning away.

Maybe it's my imagination, but then still, there can only so many coincidences whereby she just happens to be looking my way. o_o

It's kinda scary.

What did I ever do to her? I think I'm a relatively nice person to her..

2009-07-02T23:57:00.003+08:00

Help. Mrs Ramesh shall be royally pissed with me tomorrow.

I've been absent. And tomorrow I shall be unable to answer her (rather annoying) phonecall as I will be at the doctor's.

And I decided to install MSN to ask someone to tell her, but then by the time it was installed, there's no one online..

Except for Cho Jihee.

My apologies, Cho Jihee, for I do not like you all too well.

I also do not believe you like me all too well.

I also do not believe Mrs Ramesh, likes me all too well either. But then that's a seperate issue.

Today was horrid, florrid and torrid.

All thanks to those little red pills the doctor gave me.

Apparently, my stomach is too weak to take the dosage.

I couldn't really eat, so I drank alot of water.

Which made me puke.

Which did not help.

I've never heard of overhydration before, but I think what I had could be aptly translated to that.

Then I went to sleep because I didn't know what else to do, and standing up made me feel naseous.

Then I more or less skipped dinner.

Thus ends the day that sucked.

2009-06-29T13:33:00.002+08:00

Chua was talking about religion. Again.

She has some kind of obsession with Revelations, the Bible and the end of the world.

I really don't get religion. Not just christianity, actually. More like any kind of religion.

Case in point- Buddhism. It was originally a sort of philosophy, a way of living life to the fullest, created and spread by an Indian prince who forwent his riches to become a monk. It turned out to be really well accepted by the people, especially by the lower classes, for it taught that all men are equal (what about women? :O).

You must note here that the guy never asked to be revered as a god. In fact, he never once spoke of it as a religion. It was only after he died that his followers decided to do so.

Some conspiracy theorists say that he was portrayed as a god by the lower classes as part of a plot so that they could be treated better. Well, it's up to you to believe what you will..

Another- Christianity.

The Bible is a part of the Quran. That is a fact. The only difference is the names of the people. Remember that story where God asked Abraham to sacrifice his son to him? That happened in the Quran as well. And it's only a small part of the Quran, which is way longer.

Rachel Chua was saying something about the end of the world.. o.o'' Like how the H1N1 outbreak, SARS, bird flu, wars and all the natural disasters are signs of the end. Plus the stuff in Revelations that 'predicts' all this.

Erm.. I'm thinking of how to put this delicately, without harming Chua's beliefs (and ego)...

Technically, this is not really much.

There was much speculation about the end of the world, when bubonic plague struck London centuries ago, too. Yellow fever too. Still, nothing happened.

There was much war in the past too, with the West trying to colonize the world. Japan too, and there were tons of wars in Asia, within Asia.

Natural disasters probably have occurred as frequently in the past as they are happening now. It's just that the world was not as well connected as it is now. Remember Pompeii? No one knew, until the city was unearthed god knows how long later. Who knows just how many volcanoes, tsunamis, earthquakes, hurricanes or cyclones have wrecked their havoc on the land, that no one knows about?

Therefore, all that she has stated has not actually proven anything.

Why on earth is there religion anyway? Who was the person who created it?

I'd like to go give that guy a piece of my mind. Life would be much easier without it.

2009-05-23T23:26:00.003+08:00

Well, Penege told me to go to youtube, search 'american idol katrina darrell best attitude', watch the video and then go blog about it.

Okay then.

Seems rather pointless though.

I'm sleepy and I don't feel like bitching about some random bimbo I don't know.

I mean, if she wants to go up on television and make herself known as some airheaded bimbo with no idea of how much she sucks, it's really none of my business.

I really have no idea how people do it though, going onto national television and making a fool out of themselves without even knowing it.

I know that there is a possibility of her being stupid, extremely stupid. To the point of being totally oblivious, to the extent that she does not know that her body language and attire is going to cause her to be not taken seriously.

Chances of that, are rather high, for recently, there seems to have been a surge in the numbers of stupid people in our midst.

People who think Robert Pattinson is hot, for instance. What is up with that hair?

Or maybe she's just using gimmicks to get herself noticed. With the bikini, smoky eyes, attitude and all. It's kinda dumb because gimmickery only gets the spotlight on you for a while.

I really cannot stand these kind of people.

I notice them too easily for my own good, though. Noticing people's flaws easily isn't really a good thing all the time. You start wondering if there are any truly good people in this world.

Or maybe she was just born like that. And that's just her personality.

Well, I think she just had really bad luck, if that's the case.

There are probably hundreds of thousands of people, like her, but she was the one who got caught on camera, well, being herself.

In fact, what she's displaying is human nature. To be overly-defensive, snappy, bitchy, whatever. This is how we will all act on instinct.

Because animal instinct is to protect themselves, whenever we are provoked, or feel endangered.

She was just acting, the way all of us would.

Note: I realised I saved this instead of publishing it.

2009-05-18T12:35:00.004+08:00

I got really scared today.

I saw the home ec teacher, who is massive, in a pair of shorts and a polo tee.

I may get nightmares.

I will get nightmares.

I wish that people who are like her, would keep themselves covered. I mean, no one wants to look. Spare a thought for the little kiddies who will get permanent emotional scarring and mental trauma!

..not that I give a flying rat's arse about them. Kids scare me. I think I scare them too, though.

Anyway, I digress.

When I see her walk, I get kinda really freaked out. I thought that such people only existed in horror movies or in the US of A where morbidly obese people are clustered.

It's not that I have anything against people who are, how do I put this delicately, aesthetically unappealing, I just do not really think that they should highlight their bad points. And I find it quite strange that sometimes, they are actually unaware of how they are not helping themselves.

She wears white. And ruffles. And pastels. And clingy clothes.

All these are more or less really bad, even suicide, for people whose body mass are not in the healthy range.

White, for one, makes you seem larger, or bigger. Same goes for pastels.

This is common knowledge, and most people ought to know that. Well, maybe she doesn't, resulting in the scenario we are confronted with every school day.

I don't mean to say that she should go for all black esembles. She can go for colours that are vivid, if she really wants to, just that she should get them in a darker shade. Has the same effect as black.

About the ruffles.. well. Let's just say I wear alot of these, okay? That should get the message across, for I am a stick.

O-<--<

Like that. No chest, no waist, no hips. And if even I have to use ruffles liberally, you get the idea.

Clingy, ill-fitting clothes, are another killer. Accentuates fat rolls, causes 'spill-over' (use your imagination, and the phrase 'too tight bottoms'), makes you look fatter than you are and looks bad, in general.

Maybe she can't find clothes that fit her. But then, there's always mail orders for those companies selling size 14 and up clothes from foreign countries. And it isn't really that expensive. At the worst, she could go find a tailor. There are still quite a few milling about Singapore.

Or she could just go lose weight. Saves her the trouble.

:o

I realised that sounded mean, but still, it's a viable option.

2009-05-14T21:47:00.002+08:00

I don't really think much of religion.

Yes, I know I attend church at times, but it is because of my parents. This is not one of those weird rebellious 'phases' that teenagers undergo, by the way.

I just don't really see much logic in it.

The Bible is actually an exerpt from the Qu'ran. What I am thinking here, is that if the Bible is said to be true, God's word, how about the rest of the Qu'ran?

For is the original not the most untarnished? Since I am seeing that Christianity is like Islam. Both of them speak of how there is only one God, how heaven can only be attained through that God.

Islamics believe that the reason the Bible and other Jewish sacred books are similiar to the Qu'ran, is because they come from the same divine source.

Does this make them the same?

Heck, why did religion even exist? Many people just used it to control the common folk. You can see this in the church doctrine, the fights between Catholics and Protestants, Saudi Arabia.

Which existed first? God? or Man?

This is somewhat like the chicken or egg question.

The Bible says that the purpose for God creating humans, is to praise Him. If there is no one to praise Him, no one to verify His existence, will he exist?

If no one knows anything about you, whether you even exist, does it not make you non-existent? For since no one can truly say that, this person lived, this person was alive, this person, existed, does this make you non-existent?

Because, if no one knows it if you die, if no one can show proof you exist, are you not non-existent?

All that's left for you to depend on is faith. And I am not sure if I have faith enough to depend on. I am not sure if I want to depend on faith.

2009-05-12T15:44:00.001+08:00

My parents are going on a cruise, for no particular reason.

Yay.

No one to bother me :D Or scold me for bickering with Darrell. Now I don't need to find my earplugs to endure sermons.

I just heard. My aunt will come over to take care of us.

Shit.

She will give me the holy talk. She will sneeze. She will make carrot porridge that is orange. She will fuss over my messed up room. She will scold. She will screech at Darrell for being himself. (That is, stupid.) She will make us sleep early.

Oh fuck.

Now I have to cook.

Shit.

No one to pester me, because everyone will die of food poisoning.

What's the penalty for underaged unintentional manslaughter again?

2009-05-11T21:53:00.002+08:00

Me and the rest went to Vivo today, after that, PS.

The rest = Penege (Mr Teo pronounces it as pee-neg. Like nutmeg or something.), foo, chua, estee, fiona, becca. Plus we bumped into debbo at PS.

I got there late :O

We ate at carl's j. Then, there was a mix-up, caused mostly by me forgetting to take my receipt. I felt stupid.

We went to Daiso.

I got lost at Daiso.

I was late for the movie. And estee cussed. 8D. heh. We watched '17 Again'. It's good :D I almost cried though. At least twice. Which is kinda bad, because I couldn't stuff tissue into my bag, so I had none on me.

We met up with Chua at the Dhoby Goht MRT. She got a haircut! :O *gaspeth* It looks somewhat like a helmet.

Then I realised I looked older then all of them.

Darn. It probably had to do with the way I was dressed, and my handbag.

I felt old.

I feel old.

Maybe I should act old and call people whippersnappers instead of idiots, dorks and arseholes. Got the term from Penege. According to her, the term conjures up images of an old granny yelling at little kids to stay off her lawn.

But then, there is a up-side to this, I can date older guys, get into rated movies and get sales girls to take me seriously.

Rachel Chua suggested that I could pass for her mother. Inwardly I was wondering if that had to do more with me looking old or Chua looking like a kindergarden kid.

Somehow, I believe it has more to do with the latter.

Debbo, we met at Daiso. For some reason, we went in again. She was wearing this apricot red shirt/jacket. I am not quite decided on what it is. Her shoes didn't go :O! This is an observation. If Debbo takes this as an insult, I hereby apologise.

We (Chua & I) were on the MRT going home. I had to wait for Rachel Chua to finish half her subway sandwich thing, because the others were convinced I would either get lost, kidnapped, robbed, conned, kidnapped, or whatever, if I went home by myself.

I do not really believe that this belief, is justified.

Rachel Chua made an observation that the entire length of her leg was about as long at her subway sandwich thing, which is about a foot long.

I realise that she is quite short.

I realise that she is very short.

2009-05-04T12:27:00.002+08:00

I do not like the music teacher >:O

She wants me to hand up the music thing tomorrow. I don't know what it's about, much less started on it.. It's not like I wanna spend my life as some kinda random departmental store music composer. The whole thing seems kinda useless to me.

Yeah, yeah. I know that they wanna 'teach us to appreciate the aesthetics' - quoted directly from the big guy teacher who sings like an opera singer - but seriously, do they not have other ways? Other than making us sit hunched over a screen, deprived of sunlight! We need vitamin D to survive! They are killing us! And all our creativity! By making us adhere to such a thing as appreciation of the aesthetics in such a mainstream way, they are essentially destroying our ability to be different and appreciate the arts in our own unique way!

And isn't the arts supposed to be a celebration of our unique-ness?

Enough on debater talk. On to her clothes.

Wait for a while till I finish screaming in horror.

ugh.

Black and white and brown tweed. White flats with silver trim. Need I say more? I don't feel the need to vent anything today, so I shall not be mean to her.

2009-05-02T23:10:00.002+08:00

Shit.

Alyssa is pissed at me. And I forgot why, and I told her, and she's even more pissed. It's not like I completely forgot everything, but I know I said something about guitar, and she got pissed.

And then she cried, which was scary, and freaked me out. I get scared of crying people unless I've made them cry on purpose. Like when I stepped on my brother's foot when he broke off my Cinderella Barbie's head on purpose.

Must be about not getting gold.. But why is she unhappy about a silver? At least she didn't get sent home with bronze, or worse, a paper prize, as pruneface put it.

Well, then again, maybe it's because she's disappointed cause of all the effort they put in.

But then, there are times when even though you put your heart and soul into something, you get nothing back. It's part and parcel of life. So is disappointment. You can't keep just going up without ever once touching the ground. Even though they didn't get gold with honours, there's always next year, right?

Things pass, we grow up, grow old, and die. What is one competition compared to the whole cycle of life?

I could die tomorrow, and majority of the world would not give a flying rat's arse, because they wouldn't know I exist. Someone else I don't know might die, and I would not really care either. They could have a family, a job, a life, an existence. One that I was

I suppose it is human nature to be self-centered, to believe things revolve around oneself. Why do you think the ancients believed the sun to circle earth? If humans were not self centered, they'd think elsewise. Heck, I am human too, and am probably rather self-centered like every other person on the street.

Why am I analysing myself? How on earth did this post morph into a study on human nature?

A giant digression, as always.

I suddenly realise that people might think of me as someone whose mouth is connected directly to the part of the brain that controls thought, with no filter in between.

2009-04-26T11:49:00.002+08:00

The teacher who is short and obsessed about recycling called us out today. Us, being 2.2 and 2.4 in general. We missed morning run, which is one good thing that came out of it.

There seems to be some kind of discord between both classes, about the recycling competition. Discord of which I am not too aware of, but then I am usually not too aware of alot of things. That does not translate to me being slow.

It seems that some people are making quite a large fuss out of it too.

Ah, well. When they're 25, they'll think back on this incident, and laugh at how stupid they were when they were young. It'll pass, as all things do, slowly, but surely.

2009-04-23T16:54:00.003+08:00

I think I may just scream.

My. Math. Teacher. Got. A. Pob.

A fucking Pob.

OHMYGAWWD.

For you clueless and uninformed people, a Pob is short for the Posh bob. Posh would be referring to Posh Spice aka Victoria Beckham. You ought to know that, right? David Beckham's wife? She recently got an asymmetrical bob, which legions of women misguided by illusions of glamour thus followed, with terrifying results.

The Pob, or The Attempted Pob on my math teacher, is quite frightening. You should only get a Pob if your face shape is one that fits. The Pob should not be attempted with a fat neck, double chin, deep set eyes and angular, wide or square face shape. Basically, if you look like my math teacher. It doesn't help that she dyes her hair red too.

It would be suited if you have features which more or less stand out, ie, big eyes, cause the Pob has bangs, which draws attention to the eyes. And my math teacher has really deep set eyes. Deep set eyes are not an asset. They make you look like a duck.

And she wore wedges. With chunky straps. This is practically kamikaze for short people. Wedges are bad enough, but with chunky straps? Whatever leg the short person had originally is transformed into stumps. Especially if you are wearing a half calf length skirt. Which is one of the staples of my math teacher's wardrobe.

A sad fact I lament greatly, for I must actually look at her during lessons. An eyesore, truly.

2009-04-19T11:50:00.002+08:00

I will never have kids. Ever.

They make your weight fluctuate. You'll look like.. The fat DnT teacher whose name I forgot! I do remember she wobbles though. Like jell-o. I don't think I'd like to be wobbly. And she has double chins. More like octuple chins, actually.

And I can't talk to kids. I get freaked out, for some reason.

And they drool. And they have diapers. And they burp. And they scream. And they cry. And they are snotty.

2009-04-12T13:00:00.002+08:00

I have no idea why i am blogging. A lack of things to do, maybe. I really am bored.

I didn't go to TNG today. Not that I overslept or anything, I just didn't. And I have no idea why's that too. I told my dad and he was like, okay. My mom said the same. I suppose I got some of my heck-care-ness from them.

I still haven't gotten an answer yet! I asked quek and estee during PE. How do people with sweaty hands use watercolour pencils? Well, if you know, feel free to tell me. I asked them, and they were like, whut? Because we were running around the square, and most people don't think of sweaty hands or watercolour pencils when they're running. Well, that's what I think anyway. I won't go ask them why they said whut because that's weird. But technically I think I'm considered quite weird already. Ah, who gives a shit.

Quek said that they probably used them in an airconditioned room. But some people have it so bad that airconditioning don't really help. They told me to ask Li Tong, which I didn't, because it might have been rude. I could ask my mom. I think her hands are sweaty too. Or maybe our geography teacher. I think I remember her saying something about her having sweaty hands during one of her lessons.

Good god. In my personal opinion, she cannot teach. This is an observation, not an insult. Well, more like she doesn't teach. What she does is rant about her life, bikinis and Italy. With no relation to the lesson whatsoever, might I add. I don't really care so I just stone during her lessons. She has really no fashion sense. Wait, scratch that. In her case, it is common sense.

It is common sense, that steers people from wearing pink on pink in two different shades. It is common sense, that stops people from buying, AND wearing a purple shirt with an applique resembling some sort of fungus, or mould. She does not seem to have much of common sense, what say you of fashion? ick.

My math teacher is worse. I forgot her name. Starts with a C I think. Suddenly I want to watch CSI.. Weird, I know. Me, not the show. I digress. Okay. She wears holiday sweaters. Fucking holiday sweaters. And as if that's not bad enough, she wears them with heels. Holiday sweaters should not even be worn. Hell, they shouldn't even exist in your wardrobe! They should be hidden in the back of your closet, never to see the light of day, regurgitated only when whichever well-meaning great-aunt who hand-knitted them for you asks after it. And she looks like a duck. And she wears stocking with open toed shoes. And she has helmet hair. At least it looks the part. I'll bet if you knock it you'll hear a clink. Or a clonk. And maybe injure your hand. Reason why I do not try it out. Maybe a hammer might do the trick..

And she really should follow Coco Chanel and not over-accessorise. I swear it's a disease of some kind, a contagious one that spreads wide and far. I get scared seeing how she pushes the limits of how much bling, both fake and real, can be piled unto oneself without first commiting social suicide.

2009-04-09T22:14:00.002+08:00

Penege's shirt smells funny. Not funny in a bad way, please do not take offense. Like Rob! He's my dad's friends son from USA. For some reason, if you were within one meter of them, you smelt something. Maybe it's because they're Americans or something. I tried seeing if I smelt like anything but I found out I didn't. I feel pretty dumb now.

In case any of you are wondering if I am a serial shirt sniffer, I am not. She lent it to me cause I forgot that there was 2.4km run today ^0^;; And A and B class run separately. Oh and PE shorts too. My shorts were quite brown. Estee would have thrown a fit.

I ate gula melaka on its own today. My mom has some she bought when she went there. Oh and peanut butter on apple slices. You should try it too! It tastes nice. In a funny way. Like the ondeh ondeh with the nacho cheese(I don't actually think it is, though. Cheese, that is.) and cassava chip. Only that you don't get stomachaches eating it.

Well technically, I didn't get one after eating it, I just faked one so I could skip most of Chinese. It is never fun to listen to our Chinese teacher extolling her endless virtues. Most people feign interest by nodding during her lesson. Me, I just nod off. Reason why she doesn't really seem to like me.

Dorothy went to a play today, again, The Importance of Being Earnest. Seriously, I think the lead looks gay. She bugged me to pick out her clothes yet again. Not that I really mind, but please. She's supposed to be seventeen this year, and she needs her little sister to pick out her clothes for her. I've picked out my own clothes since how many years ago? When I was like what, seven? A full ten years difference.

And she does not know that her shoes must match her bag. I've been making her chew with her mouth closed since last year, I think my project has been fairly successfull. I tried educating her on various other things, like how to use a curling iron, apply lipstick, gloss, eyeshadow. Sadly, she still needs me to do that for her. It's lipstick! You take the lipbrush, swipe at the lipstick and you put it on. What's so hard about that? As it is for gloss. And eyeshadow. She can mess up neutral shades. The practically foolproof kind. At this moment, I feel like banging my head against the wall.

She has got to learn these things! She's a female, it's about as basic as guys knowing car models. And I won't always be around to help her.. Sometimes I wonder who truly is the younger sister. And I could bet a million bucks on it(if I had that kind of money), that she'd be the one asking me for love advice, not the other way round.

I don't get crushes, for some reason. A good thing too. Crushes are quite irrational, and of little or no use. The guy who takes the same bus as you to school everyday probably isn't going to make a large impact on your future life. Not much of a biggie. It's not like you're gonna marry or co-hab or have kids, so why bother?

2009-04-03T23:00:00.002+08:00

I fell asleep during class today, but that's nothing new. I'm feeling kinda bad about sleeping during Miss Heng's class so I shall get an A for chemistry to make up for it.

Debo, on cue as usual, harrassed mefoo with a teddy bear. It looked kinda freaky, so I can't really blame Liss for screaming and running around class. The thing is, it is only in the hands of Debs that normally cute toys turn demonic. You would think that too if you saw Debbo being herself.

Which would be quite emotionally scarring. I do not propose trying to catch sight of Debbo and a soft toy.

I tried to make ondeh ondeh by myself today. It was generally a disaster.

For some reason the stoopid dough kept on sticking to my fingers no matter how much flour I put. Then it dried off in flakes. I think there was more dough on my fingers than in the bowl..

I tried getting green colouring from pandan leaves but two big leaves later and I am left with about five drops of diluted colour. Stupid ondehs. I shall go look up a recipe online.

I went to JGs! And PL pwned ACS Barker. Ah, they generally suck anyway. The motion was: THW impose democracy on developing nations. Amanda Teo was there. Why the hell was she there? Does she even know what developing nations are? =.='' I would suppose not.

Dorothy is an arse. She owes me $13 from last year. Last freaking year. It's not that thirteen bucks is a lot, it's just that it seems like she'll never give it back. I helped her pay for her prom shoes in advance, thirty bucks. She said that she'd pass it to me by the end of the day. Then by the end of the week. Month. Year. When she got a part time job. Which she didn't. When she got her red packet money. She didn't give it.

Sometimes I really think I should stop lending people money.. There's this girl, Joanna Solomon, from primary school. We were about P3 I think. She owed me about a fiver, and then said she gave it back, which she didn't. I really really hate people who do these kinda things.

bitch.

I realise at this point I sound bitchy. Oh well, better than being a fake.

2009-03-29T23:22:00.002+08:00

My hair is freaking dry thanks to the swim I took. I'm quite freaked out that it'll all break off if I try brushing it.

I might become bald! Like Mr Teo or something.

I don't wanna be bald.. or shaved, whatever.

When I think of the word shaved, I think of shaved ice.

And when I think of shaved ice, I think of Memoirs Of a Geisha, for some reason.

Oh yeah, because the guy she married in the end bought her one of those. He's way too old for her. I'll betcha he's a pedophile.

We were watching it in Chua's house, but then in the middle she had to go for violin lessons. Violins are weird, they sound like violas. But violas aren't weird, they're a kinda flower, and quite pretty too.

We watched Love Guru too. One of the worst movies Mike Myers ever did. But it is quite funny, and one might be able to enjoy it if they abandon all sense and sensibilities, or maybe just ignore their brain talking sense.

Which is pretty hard. Come on, elephants humping? I think Mike Myers has a very scary face now. The beard is quite awesome though. He could use it as a rope to hang himself!

He voiced Shrek.. The first was okay, but the following ones were crap. And I'm predicting Shrek the Fourth will be just as bad. What happened to all the good movies? T0T

2009-03-29T23:19:00.002+08:00

I really do hate sports day. Truly!

All because of it, I am now a lobster. Darn.

I think Fiona took my socks by accident.

Same thing happened with ties before when we went to estee's house. I came back with a different tie. Oh well, a tie's a tie. And I suppose socks are socks too.

Now I have one sock, presumably Fiona's, and another one which Chua lent me.

Why am I harping on socks, of all things?

2009-03-26T22:10:00.002+08:00

first post o.o'' I'm feeling quite stupid now. I re-did my blog, then effectively deleted all my music stuff, links, and all the other stuff that i took ages to do.. T-T I really do feel stupid.

I really do not like PE. We had to run today, 2.4. Well, technically I didn't actually run, but Penege made me run the first few. I did run, so there. The visitors from Solo are so freaking lucky, they get to sit down and they don't need to undergo torture. I forgot their names.

One is tall and wears liquid eyeliner. Oh and she has a pretty bag. Another looks like a droopifyed Aki. He pwned Chua in chess! The other I forgot what she looked like. I think she had this sparkly pin in her hair..

Tomorrow is sports day.. nuuuu.. Sports day is dumb. You sit around stoning while people squawk at you to start squawking like them. Oh for heaven's sake! Do I actually give a shyte? I might get a sunburn or something. I dunno why, but I never get tanned. Just burnt, then I look like an overcooked lobster. I ate fresh lobster in Tasmania, it was yummy :D But Donna got freaked out by it and ran away. She was P3 I think. I think I was P4.

We're going to Chua's house to swim after sports day! She has this swimming pool directly under her balcony. Last time we went, me and Lyssa stuck our feet out through the rail into the pool. It was fun! Although I can't swim, so I think I'll just splash around. Penege's parents won't let her swim without adult supervision. I'm like, whuut? My parents allow my bro to splash about in the baby pool himself.. And he's seven. Png is 14. Point taken.

After that there's JGs. I seriously do not know where on earth Bukit Batok is. Butt Hill? wtf. Oh well, there's a bus taking us there, so I don't really care. PL shall pwn the other schools! Becuase we rawk.

I WANNA WATCH CONFESSIONS OF A SHOPAHOLIC.

It sounds funny, and I'll probably have lots in common with the lead character. I buy all sorts of weird things that I don't use later. Like potpurri. I went to Ikea, and I saw potpurri! It smelt like green tea, and I like green tea so I bought it. Same thing with all my clothes and stuff. Stationary, notebooks, earrings. Oh and hair brushes. mehehe.

finito :D