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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. 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. 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. 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? 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. I do not like the music teacher >:O 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.

hello, my name is diana. all you really need to know. well, not really technically. i am quite sure you can function normally, without knowing my name. Oh well. i tend to ramble. i think you might have noticed by now. and i can't really bring myself to like goldfish.







rachel, the chua.
seiyin, tan.
lee, debbo.
penege, alyssa.
cheng, julia, of the weird blog name.
quek, rebecca.
foo, melissa.
chow, carine.
yeo, fiona.
tan, dayna.
seah, estee.
qijia, ong.
mui, cheryl
yihua, leong.

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.
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.
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.
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?
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.
I do not like the music teacher >:O
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.